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[2nd_slinger]

So... It's a summer camp. In a swamp. With zombies. And gorillas. And some seriously questionable plumbing. On the plus side, there's no dueling banjos twanging hauntingly in the distance... yet.

Um.

Is there anybody here who's not gonna try to messily devour my brains if I ask them what this place is, and what I'm doing here?

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[arse_nick]

There's no "Deliverance" here, Hatfield. It's Camp Fuck You Die. A year round summer camp. No, we don't know if it's "fuck you, die" or fuck, you die" only that they don't care. And you'd know better than I would why you've decided to get stuck in this bug infested pit.

[2nd_slinger]

Hey, the dino-girl! Uh... Yorkes, right?

... Are you usually this sunny, or am I just especially lucky today?

[arse_nick]

[arse_nick]

Who the hell are you and how do you know my name? And, I don't mean the dino-girl one...

[2nd_slinger]

... Must've clonked you harder than I thought. That, or I'm becoming entirely forgettable.

Look, you're one of the Pride's kids, right? Something with a G... Gretchen? Anyway, my Excelsior buds and I were brought in to bring you in, Raptor Lass... Except I don't know why you're here and they're not, and why none of us are on the Left Coast anymore.

[arse_nick]

Trust me, if you laid a hand on me you'd have the bite marks I'd remember you by.

...What, so you're a superhuman bounty hunter? Sent to look for us? Man, I don't know whether to applaud your ingenuity or laugh that you got stuck here with your marks.

[2nd_slinger]

Wellll.... Technically I didn't, but let's not go into that. And your raptor? Totally not scary.

More like truancy officer than bounty hunter... And please define "stuck here."

[arse_nick]

Shut up, she's totally scary D:

As in, unable to leave no matter what magical special powers you have. It's you, and me, and a bunch of other ridiculously overpowered people this side of New York, stuck.

[2nd_slinger]

... Sounds cozy.

Anybody else from your crew here, Sunshine?

[arse_nick]

Oh yeah, we're a regular Pleasantville here. Didn't you see the white picket fences where the zombies weave in and out?

Hey, you're the stalker. I'm sure you'll find out in time, spandex boy.

[2nd_slinger]

Y'know, I'm starting to pick up some sarcasm coming from your general direction... You'd better make sure you haven't spring a leak.

Ah, you saw through my cunning ploy... You're a regular Nero Wolfe. But given that we're all stuck here, what's the harm in sharing a little info?

[arse_nick]

If it took you that long to pick up, Archie, I'd think you be better off waiting for the smarter memebers of your troupe before you start getting ideas on telling us what to do.

[2nd_slinger]

Hey, I'm just tryin' to go with the flow at the moment, ThunderChunk-Lizard. My telling and your doing can wait 'til I know a little more about what's what.

I might actually be able to help you, Yorkes. Take it or leave it, but from what you've said we'll have plenty of time together to work it out.

[arse_nick]

If your kind of help means returning back to the land of Avengers PR control, foster homes, and people telling us they know just what it's like to have parents who tried to kill everybody in the world, no thanks. I'd rather take the fetid bayou.

[2nd_slinger]

Right, that makes loads of sense. Rather than accept help from people who've at least been in somewhat similar situations--same lake, if maybe not the same boat--you're gonna keep running. Good call.

I was gonna give you the benefit of the doubt, kiddo, but maybe Darkhawk was right... Apples and trees and falling and distance, and all that. You're the Pride's kids, and now I don't trust you further than I can dropkick your dino.

[arse_nick]

Yeah, it's a good call if it means running away from any chance of ending up like you. A twenty something tailing runaway teenagers into a summer camp.

Maybe you're finally learning, because I never trusted you. That bullshit about what you have to offer got blown away pretty fast, when all you see is some junior version of a supervillain. We don't need your help. Don't pretend to sound like you want to be there for us when you weren't there in the first place, you, Cloak and what-the-blonde, or Captain America.