Just a Week of Villainy~<3

[precursor_dax]

Characters: Daxter and YOU
When: 10/1 - 10/7
Where: Around
Rating: PG-13 for safety
Summary: A useful lackey is always busy. Dax is no exception.

Okay, Daxter will be traveling between town and the traveling group for this event, with a Morph Gun that has four of its twelve mods installed. See the following links if you don't know how the gun

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10/1 Morning

[precursor_dax]

Daxter being up early voluntarily should have been an indicator that something was up. The Ottsel wasn't a morning person at all. But he was up, had made a fire, and fixed himself some coffee...all while wearing a gun that was taller than him strapped to his back.

An ear twitched in a lazy, unconcerned manner, as he sipped, listening for the usual early birds to stir.

Re: 10/1 Morning

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sniper stumbled out of the makeshift camper Engineer had made him and rubbed his eyes before heading over towards the campfire. Even just waking up, and admittedly not at his best, something about the scene before him seemed off.

"You're up early." He sat down across from the ottsel and fished his glasses out of his pocket. Even with the familiar yellow tint to everything, there was still something odd going on.

[precursor_dax]

"Guess so, but I wanted coffee," was Daxter's reply. A mug thar was easily half his sitting height reinforced that statement. He was also less nervous than he had been since they had started out.

"How'd ya sleep, Sniper?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Didn't peg you for th' coffee type. 'Specially not that much of it." Percentage wise that was a lot of coffee, even for Sniper. Instead he chose to breakfast on nicotine, pulling his pack out of pocket and frowning down at the contents. He hadn't thought he'd gone through a whole pack yet. He was definitely going to run out before the end of the week.

"Eh, sleep better here than back home. Surprisingly less things want t' kill me around here." He lit a match and took a long drag of his cigarette, watching the flame burn out before flicking the match into the fire. "Where've you been hiding that gun all this time?"

[precursor_dax]

"Well, it's not good ta get plastered first thing in the morning or where ya could get eaten." Besides that, the only Ottsel-sized things he owned were his pants, goggles, gloves...and his 3STP.

"Makes all the difference in the world. Looks like your smokes are running low though." Watching the match get tossed into the fire, he shrugged. "Was waitin' for me when I got up. Not complaining though. Morph Guns're the best weapon ya can get."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Got six more packs." He mumbled that while watching Daxter, six packs should have lasted him a month easy. As it was he'd already gone through three in the past two weeks.

Eying the gun suspiciously he took mental stock of the rest of his provisions wondering if he should have packed more. "It jus' showed up here an' you strapped it to your back loike it's nothing?"

[precursor_dax]

"Good."

At Sniper's question, Daxter rolled his eyes. "My dragon just appeared here. I got a random crocadog for Christmas, and that Flut Flut-" He jerked his thumb at the large baby bird tethered to his and Jak's tent. "-hatched the day before your boy Medic said we were leaving."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Huh. Maybe one day I'll wake up an' my camper will be back." That would be just about the happiest day of Sniper's life at this point. "You 'ave a dragon?"

[precursor_dax]

"Could happen never know." Lifting his mug with both hands, Daxter drained about half the mug before setting it down and nodding. "Little guy about my size. Smart little bugger too sometimes. But bringin' my personal zoo was kinda not happenin' so he's guardin' my place and making sure the crocadog doesn't rip up my furniture.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Not a bad idea, that. Having something to guard your stuff an' your house." He was sorely tempted to join Daxter in the early morning coffee drinking. But he'd resist for now. Coffee tended to make him warm and relaxed and he wanted all his senses sharp in case of sudden attack.

"So you planning on going hunting or somethin?" He was barely able to conceal his curiosity, he really wanted to see Daxter fire that gun that was nearly as big as he was.

[precursor_dax]

Daxter was normally an odd combination of nervous, twitchy, and not fully aware when he first woke up, so the coffee at least made him more aware. There was still coffee left if Sniper changed his mind though.

Daxter tilted his head thoughtfully. "Might see about gettiin' some target practice in before we move on, yeah. Haven't actually gotten ta shoot one'a these in about three years."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Jus' don't accidentally shoot any of us. Or yourself. Not sure Medic is in th' most healing mood." Sniper pulled out his own gun and set about cleaning it. It was more of a habit than a necessity, and since he hadn't fired it since last night and had already cleaned it once this morning, he doubted there was even a molecule of dust in the chamber.

But old habits died hard and he had nothing else to pass the time. He silently counted up his remaining shots, nineteen. Probably shouldn't waste them on target practice with Daxter.

[precursor_dax]

"Of course not." Maybe on purpose...but he wouldn't say as much. "If I can shoot while balanced on the shoulder of a guy driving recklessly through a crowded city, this should be easy. Besides. I don't wanna get got off guard by some other unfriendly set of teeth and claws."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Well lemme know. I wanna see you foire this thing." He was still having trouble imagining Daxter shooting things while perched on some guys shoulder. "Don't worry, that sheila knows karate. She'll save us all."

He snorted and started reloading his remaining shots.

[precursor_dax]

"Where was that karate with the big dragon then?" Daxter asked with obvious sarcasm. He was still a bit sour that just two days in they met som e huge deadly monster.

Draining his mug, he stretched. "If ya wanna watch that's fine."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Would have saved us a whole mess 'f time and trouble." He leaned back and doffed his hat so he could rake his fingers through his hair.

"So which one 'f that mess of things you were telling me about is the one on yer back? Don't tell me you're gonna make all the trees float away."