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Pettiness? Infighting? Finn had some mental eyebrow raising to do at that, though he wouldn't say anything out loud lest he increase their "punishment". A little bit of light jostling and some foul language from his new camping buddies apparently deserved some repercussion, however, and the moon trainee had to wonder at just how much of a power trip their leader might be on. Instead of dwelling on it, however, he simply took it all in and accepted that this was what he had signed his life away for, and pretty much expected some hard discipline at times. As the full hunters were the authority, there wasn't much he could or would in fact say to argue with their decisions.

"Of course, their are some few emergency benefits to be had from cigarettes." He spoke up, watching as Dory's got crushed, his cool and calm gaze shifting towards Marcus. "Solar flare methods, if you happen to have a flashlight handy to take apart. A water filter, though a dangerous one as the nicotine will be extracted into the solvent. Still, a better alternative to some of the impurities that can be removed by it's utilization. Tobacco, I have heard, can also make an excellent poultice against some insect stings, used to draw out the venom." He shrugged his shoulders.

"But as you say, unprotected, they are a fragile thing. I'll be sure to keep mine in a metal case in future."

He didn't say any of it in a dry tone, or in any way that might be considered know it all-y. He was only reciting things he had read, odd items of information he had collected, and that might be of some use. Showing off? Maybe just a little, but wouldn't such knowledge be helpful in the situation that they were soon to be thrown into? Maybe he was just digging himself a grave, but at this point, he wasn't sure it could get any worse anyways.

Of course, he didn't have a knife in his pockets. He wasn't sure where he was even supposed to get one, or have one issued to him. He was too new to have been allowed to go through the portals to buy his own personal tools, and it seemed unwise to steal from the kitchens.

Apparently he should have been asking more questions instead of just coasting along like none of this was important, because for this at least, he did feel some shame. Still, there was a question to be answered, and he turned his rather dead eyed gaze on to Cass next.

"Wood cutting. Or emergency extraction should you find yourself trapped in an enclosed space."

Also, no, he wasn't ignoring you, Dory. He just wasn't sure now was the best time to discuss spooning positions. He tossed the man a look, with a rather amused smirk to accompany it.

She laughed, but tried to not seem too pleased by Marcus' not so subtle comment about her nice physique. After all, they didn't want the trainees to be like 'WHELP THAT WAS FUN' and run back to base.

"Those are actually some rather good answers, albeit if I were to stab Marcus, for example, in the neck with my knife, Desidero would absorb that for him." she explained, "and Halloween has very similar shields, which is why we need-" she flicked a finger on the chain around her waist - unlike her husband, she didn't have her weapon out. After all, he was talking about frugality.

She stepped carefully around the brush that said husband had cleared out for them to walk on and into the clearing, "But if you were stranded somewhere with not-FEAR wildlife, a knife for self defense would be really helpful. Could kill it, make a fire, and cook as long as you have one."

As Marcus made his approach, Cass smiled sweetly back at him - oh, she knew that look (wait, what?) - which may have been the only reason why when she didn't look completely surprised when Marcus grabbed onto her scarf and began the strangling. In fact, she took the knife off of her own leg and dug it into the fabric wrapped around her neck to slice it in two to separate the makeshift weapon from herself.

"Thank you for that lovely demonstration, dear." she smiled as she took the pieces of her scarf back, tying the sliced apart edges together and draping them over her shoulders again. "Most Hunters wear something around their necks that could be used by someone who wants to kill or disable them quite easily. It could also catch on various things if stuck out on your own. It's a strange uniform choice, but....." she shrugged, "make sure you don't have to search for a knife when it's you or the scarf."

The reaction that he dredged up from the smaller moon hunter made him giggle just a little teasingly, going to scrinch his shoulder up toward his ear, reacting to the flicking that she awarded him. Giving her a sly little grin, he wouldn't allow her snippity statements get to him.

"Looks like I cannot jus' win, french ou anglais." He said dryly at her, giving both Finn and her a look, before turning to regard Marcus and his wife again. It appeared that the Hunters wanted to show a demonstration of why you should care about wearing your scarf too tightly around your throat.

No lie, his hand went to his pocket to pick up Justice in an attempt of backing Cass up, being another Misty, but her little smirk made it all too obvious that she was enjoying this as a play, more than a worry some situation, and his arm slacked again. A lesson, not a threat.

Lightly pulling at the grey fabric around his throat, he instinctively took it away from him a little, so that he couldn't be suddenly attacked by some crazy scarf fanatic.

"T'ink in advanced, for tomorrow, than right now, oui?" He murmured a little out loud as they continued to trudge towards the yay, fun get away camping location, shrugging a little.

The end result of the 'attempted murder' was kiss to the nose followed with a 'Also good for other things'.

Ah, the bliss that was to be married.

But Marcus was quick to go back to his more serious line of thought- setting up a camp. That and- "Basically, you need to think that no matter where you go, things will try to kill you. Not just halloweeners or horsemen. Hunters also want power and rank climbing isn't... unheard or unsupported. Truthfully I'm waiting for someone to die and someone else to take their place, if only because the one in charge right now is a ******** nutcase and my friend is actually sane, er yeah." A light cough Marcus realized that it might be better to keep his mouth shut on that end.
"Anywayyyy... Back to making camp. The first thing is assess your location and if it's dependable. Right now, on the ground, no walls, no barriers. This is a poor place and with no high ground and low visibility there is little we can do. But, we can take watch. It might seem cliche, but it's often the best thing you can do. Even with walls, you're never fully defended, and your senses will be your salvation. Still a good spot or bad, you'll need shelter."

Dropping his sack, two disposable plastic ponchos fell out, a set of flint, small hunting knives (one for each of the trainees), one wrap of ace bandages, a small almost used roll of duct tape, and MREs- five of them exactly.

"One MRE each, I took the liberty of getting you three knives but the rest is what we have. To share. To make a shelter and a camp with. This is on average, a bit better I'd say then what you'd normally have on hand in an emergency. So.... Tell me your ideas. How do you think we should set up camp?"

Nick eagerly accepted the knife. "******** right, this little b*****d is never leaving my person," she muttered with a grin, shoving it into her belt where she could reach it on a moment's notice. And what was that? Did she detect a bit of jealousy from her headless dog weapon companion? She grinned.

"Uh, those trees look like pretty ******** high ground. Is there a reason you don't use them?" She wouldn't want to camp out all ******** Hunger Games style up there, but could it afford a better view?

Finn accepted his knife and immediately began using it to clean underneath his finger nails, giving the area a rather bored look as his head swiveled around to take in the surroundings. Trees. Bush. Dirt. Yep, just like a usual camping trip, except he might have at least preferred a bit more supplies then what was granted.

"You would probably want to set up camp in an cleared area if you could find one, near a water supply if any were available. Dehydration could kill you faster then any predator if you're not careful." Glancing around at the trees, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Climb up and see if there is a better place to settle down? You just said yourself that this area isn't ideal."

Probably not the right answer, but he was beyond giving a s**t.