Day Three

[Darth Vader]

(Shortly after the fight with Aero, Day Two Evening...)

It was by pure coincidence and perhaps a shred of luck that Jon Snow had crossed paths once again with the young shinobi Sasuke Uchiha. It was only this time that he had found him alone, without his merry band of misfits and oddballs. Jon had little time to think on it when he spotted another figure off into the distance, though - a man that stuck out with his vibrant, wavy blue hair and confident stride. He was closing right in on Sasuke's position, and it was soon enough that the ninja realised someone was headed his way, choosing to take the slyer route and circle back around the apparent challenger.

Shortly enough, though, the combined efforts of Jon's arrows and Uchiha's firepower made easy work out of the man, and soon enough he, as well as that cocky smile of his, were no more. Carrion for the crows.

The ninja's dull gaze quickly drifted itself to where the arrows had came from, giving the familiar man in black a once over. The shinobi gave a mutual, silent nod of acknowledgement, and Jon simply returned the gesture. No big, long or fancy words were needed. The two had came and signed-up here together, and now they'd survive here together.

Until there's nobody left and he decides to roast me in my sleep... Jon figured.

"Let's see what we have here..." Sasuke mumbled as he crouched down onto his knees, unzipping the victims bag open as he began to rummage around inside. He snatched out the most obviously useful things, first. Some bottles of water, two MREs... the ninja grunted as he came to one of the final items left within; some kind of... plastic bag? The young ninja shook his head in annoyance, tossing it aside. "Trash... just like him!" he uttered in irritance, inhaling sharply through his nostrils. Jon's eyes widened a tad as he heard a certain familiarity to Gilgamesh in his tones.

Jon's brow raised as his eyes moved over to look down at the weapon the blue-haired man had been using; some sort of small pole which looked to be of a wooden make. Jon bent down slightly to retrieve the bludgeoning weapon, rolling and twisting it around in his palms to inspect it, before coming to a realisation. "Victor had been carrying this..." Jon noted with slight distress. How had he got ahold of this.

Jon supposed it didn't matter now. This man was dead, and if Victor joined him now in the afterlife, then perhaps such a fate was only reserved for his kind. The kind which lacked any honour or semblance. He reached back as he began to unzip his duffel bag, carefully placing the pole inside before doing the sack back up. The weapon didn't look as useful as the bow he had now, but it was a weapon none-the-less, and it could be useful for something down the road.

"That everything?" Jon inquired as he looked back to his ally. The blue-clothed boy stood back to his feet with a silent nod of his head. "Everything that'll be useful to us" he spoke in response as he turned around to look at Snow. "But where do we go now...?" the boy squinted as he took a few closer steps toward Jon. The bastard sighed, glancing away for a few brief moments as he thought to himself.

Even he wasn't sure where they should go, next.

"We just... walk for now, I suppose" Snow shrugged his shoulders simply. "It's getting dark, besides. We may want to find somewhere to stop soon enough. Rest up for the night, regain our strength" Jon turned his eyes back to Sasuke, and he was greeted with a slight smirk. "Sounds like a plan" the ninja nodded, and off they walked...

(The morning of Day Three..)

The next morning had came as quickly as the night had passed, and in the timespace Jon and Sasuke were able to catch up with one another quite a bit, filling each other in on their misadventures on the Island. With Jon informing Sasuke of his brief escapade with Gilgamesh, being shot down and nearly killed by some kind of pistol-bullet, and having to watch as some poor soul was banished away and sealed in hell as a apart of some disturbingly elaborate scheme and betrayal, whilst Sasuke filled Jon in on what he was doing. Who that insane guy under the red mask was, what in Seven Hells that loudmouthed turtle thing was, and... that he'd met Crona...

Crona... Jon's mind called out his name as he walked along the grass. If only I'd been there... I'm so sorry. Jon shook his head. It was just like every time. He couldn't save Robb, his own brother, from the clutches of betrayal because he'd swore some stupid vows. He couldn't save Lord Commander Mormont because he was too busy back-pedalling with the enemy... and now Crona was gone, all because he couldn't get there in time.

Jon bared his teeth, in significant anger and wroth at his own self. Why the fuck must everyone die? Just because I can't save them..."

No. Jon couldn't think of this, not now of all times. He wouldn't let his own thoughts and doubts be the death of him. His father had once told him not to be ashamed of fear. Don't be afraid... he had said. Embrace it, and you'll know how to face it. His own conscious wouldn't be getting the better of him this time, let alone anyone else left standing in this damned competition.

Jon kept walking onward, his bow tucked carefully under his arm. Rather than waste away another meal-ready-to-eat from either of their bags, Jon had decided to see if he could find rabbits or any other edible game nearby. He was no skilled hunter or coachman, but he could try his hand at it, at least. Jon kept a steady pace onward until a rustling sound came from the bushes, bringing the bastard to a halt.

Instinctively and almost immediately, Snow plucked an carefully-placed net arrow from his quiver, knocking it between the strings as he began to pull back...

Jon held his fire for some seconds. The sounds of brushing leaves continued as someone or something worked it's way steadily through the bush. Someones coming...

Jon let the arrow fly free, and someone let out a grunt as a net whirled around them, wrapping them up and pinning them down to the floor.

Now I have you... Jon figured to himself as he quickly rushed behind the bush, to eye his catch. Snow's eyes widened, however, as he glanced down to see a familiar looking fair-haired, golden plated man squirming about within the net, groaning and grumbling to himself all the while.

"Get this thing off of me, you MONGREL!"