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Things are busy back home. There are some absolute assholes Shephard and his people are in the process of tracking down. It takes up a lot of a man's time and attention, running guys like the Butler brothers to groundbefore they can do anything else with their attempts at biowarfare.

Which is why Shephard is at Milliways at the moment. When time doesn't pass back home you get a lot more time to practice at the target range, whether it's with your rifle, your favorite handgun, or your Osage orange longbow. He's gonna be going through all three out there before he goes home, so... be careful around the range, okay?

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An orange-haired youth walks straight across the range.

Shephard lowers the bow immediately.

"Watch it, asshole! Some of us're shootin' here!"

"I know, I was bored." Vyvyan says, pulling an arrow out of one of the targets and eating it.

"Fuckin' hell-"

Shephard eyes the other man for several moments.

"The fuck you been drinkin'? That was solid cedar." Noting the lack of anything resembling his arrowhead on the ground he adds, "And flint."

"I was hungry." Vyvyan says. "You got anything less crunchy?"

"You gimme my arrowhead back in one piece'n I'll see what I c'n do," Shephard retorts. "Put a lot of fuckin' effort into knappin' that son of a bitch."

"Might come out in one piece tomorrow?" Vyvyan offers.

Shephard considers this.

"Well, fuck, ain't like it ain't been through the same territory before," he says. "Just not on a human."

"I could run it under the tap before I leave it for you?" Vyvyan offers, pulling another arrow out and looking at it as one might contemplate a snack.

"Yeah, that'll do," says Shephard. "I'll wash it proper. You got some kind of tin-plated asshole or some such?"

He... probably ought to be reacting more stridently, but. Well. Spend enough time around Alternian trolls and you start getting a very different idea of what people at Milliways might or might not consider safe for their own digestive tract. And just because this fella looks human doesn't necessarily mean he is.

Still, the idea of passing a flint arrowhead...

"Pretty much indestructible." Vyvyan says, starting to eat the second arrow though, out of courtesy for the bloke who seems to be taking this in better humour than he could be, leaving the head and just using it to pick his teeth.

Shephard grunts. "Mutant, or somethin'?" he asks. Not particularly hostilely, just- look, this is Milliways, you get mutants around here.

"Student." Vyvyan says, with a shrug.

"Well, I nearly graduated once, but they made me go back because I cheated the final exam."

"Must've been a hell of a school," says Shephard. "You ever eat regular stuff, or just wood'n rock'n shit like that?"

There's a lot of critters both edible and inedible running around the woods back home; having something to do with the ones that can't be used to add to the community's meat stores, but that have to be shot anyway, wouldn't be such a terrible thing.

"Oh yeah, when we've got it." Vyvyan says. "Cornflakes, teabags, lentils..."

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