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"Yeah I am not the most coordinated myself.." Said, of course, as he stubbed and stumped himself into every single thing laying in their way. The smell rose up his nose making the hunter cough in a disgusting way. "Ugh.. this is disgusting."

He didn't even grab anything yet and he already didn't like the mood of this mission. His stomach was tight, expecting something awful to happen at any second. Perhaps it was the last mission's affect on him or perhaps it was just his own apprehension.

He followed Tedan to the grey blob he'd chosen and he reached down to grab on end. Firstly.. it was kind of squishy. It made grasping it pretty difficult and he jostled it around until he realized that the squishy grey thing that smelled ungodly had ankles.

He was holding ankles.

"Oh god.." He felt himself retch but he held it back, instead his body convulsed in the action. "C'mon.. hurry up lets.. huuurrkkk.." he retched again, once again holding his sick back. "Let's get this done."

Thankfully they were both strapping young men and as long as they didn't jostle too much, the slippery disgusting corpse stayed strongly in their grasp.

"This is.. ********.. ugh..." He'd like his partner's reception of his batman joke and wished the mission wasn't so nasty. Maybe they could have bonded!

[[ Carrying = SUCCESS biggrin ]]

"No worries, no worries, info's always good," Before tried to keep himself distracted from the stench and the fact that they were up to their elbows in bodies. Human bodies. Bodies that may very well and most likely have been former Hunters. Full fledged Hunters even. What had happened here? How long had these bodies been here?

"On three, you ready? One, two, thr-" as he bent down to lift the body, he felt the flesh give, heard the mass squelch, and Before was suddenly seeing flashbacks to chaos, to violence, to attacking and hitting and striking and- Gloved hands tightened around the parts he had intended to carry. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God," he whimpered softly, "I-it's falling apart!" he exclaimed as indeed, the body he and Tori were meant to carry turned into a pile of lumpy flesh.

((attempt failed, I am so sorry that Tori is stuck with Before ;; ))

She was secretly a little impressed; she thought that most of the new recruits would be complaining or completely grossed out - but then again, that was what the 'selection' process was all about. Sure, some of the 'chosen ones' seemed like a big mistake to her, but who was she to decide? If she could, then Dean would probably-

"Alright," She muttered and proceeded to pull the body off the ground by holding onto the ankles; the fact that the body felt gross in her bare hands was forgotten as she led the newer trainee along, carrying the body as she carefully stepped through the sea of bodies, ignoring any squishes or cracks she heard.

"So, how're you finding this line of work so far?" She asked conversationally, like body retrieval was the most normal, commonplace thing ever.

Leon followed behind the lumbering mass of red and orange that he sincerely hoped was Harrison ahead as he trudged his way thought the pileup of whatever carcasses that lay around them. he squelching sounds was not as disturbing as the thick substance that stuck to his boots after said sounds. Taking solid steps soon seemed like a bad thing as the boxer grimaced under his mask that didn't do much to block out the stench.

Instead of stomping around and waiting to trip over and onto whatever corpse lay in front of him, Leon took the chance to instead sweep his legs just over the ground as he stepped, like wax on wax off and it helped sweep away some obstructions that threatened to take him down with them.

Soon after the blob of colors known as Harrison stopped and began to pull up one of the other colored anomalies that registered on the sensor and followed suit, feeling around for something that had fabric still on. "You know, that is an excellent question that they never bothered to answer." That couldn't bode well.

"Best thing to do is keep your eyes open for anything that's moving fast and not grey and lets get this thing back to the encampment, before it decided to move and freak us out." he said in reply with the headset, already feeling more cautious about the mission and what he didn't want to end up like. Being carried back to the portal in a matching black bag.

It was enough to get the boxer in gear and began to lift the dead weight back over his head . "Ready, on this end."

Before was listening to Tori's random bits of information. It was a good distraction as it was about pleasant things and oddly enough helped him focus on the task at hand without completely withdrawing into himself. While his usual hyper cheerfulness had plummeted a bit... okay a ******** lot, he still somehow managed to crack a small smile. "3D, huh? Is that why they get into everything?" What? Before had a soft spot for nearly everything and everyone. Kittens were, obvs, no exception.

"Third time's the charm," he nodded at the young woman's suggestion. This time, he linked his arms underneath a corpse's legs and waited for Tori to get a good grip on her end before attempting to hoist it up.

((success on the third try))

Up and out of the dank and dark they went, Before sounding impressed with each bit of information he learned. "You must have read a lot growing up, huh? Or is it like, photographic memory or something like that?" Try to keep things light, Before, push back the blood and ichor and pain and commands. Ignore the fact you're carrying someone who died of... ********. And that there might be some FEAR residues lurking within.

Emerging into the sweltering, scorching desert heat, Before gestured they lower the body down gently. "Dropping bad."

He grunted as they started to pull the body up, heavier then what he expected but...then again it was floating in some odd liquid marsh, it was bound to be weighed down by water. It was more then dead weight, it was watered down dead weight. He chuckled, oh he was so creative.



He nodded at his weapons laughter. Could always count on Chama to hear his funny crazy internal musing. He stepped carefully with Ariane through the sea, walking slowly since the mask clearly dimmed his view of anything and laughed at her question.

"It would be odder for me to say that It's just dandy and I do it all the time but well, I've never had to pick up dead floating bodies." He chuckled again, "I suppose though, if we have to do it, we have to do it." He grimaced before perking up, he was with a pretty female, time to get his game on.

Chama sounded snippy in his head as she spoke.

"What about you Gorgeous, Do you always look good hefting around a body?" Dakota asked simply.


(Success: 1) (YAY BODY!!!)

"Is-is everyone done?" The voice that crackled through the headset belonged to none other than the Moon Hunter who had made a sort of timely escape from ground zero. A figure poked out from above the pit. "Okay, just get a hold of the um, the-"

"- Julie I still ******** need your assistance back at base." There was no mistaking that voice that leaked over the headsets. 

The girl visibly winced, looking more awful than usual, if that was even possible. "Yes s-sir we're on our way, just getting the um, the, recovery done with. Oh god, oh god, oh god." Anyone with a decent headset system within a mile of her could hear the Moon Hunter hyperventilating, even though she wasn't actually holding a body. "Okay trainees, lets head back. We'll just drop them off, and then get you cleaned up."

She shuddered again as she waited for some of the trainees before beginning the walk back. Unfortunately, as this was a public voice/headset system, the trainees could still hear everything she was muttering. "Okay almost there, almost done. Oh god, why me, why this? I thought there was a truce, what is going on, why, I don't get it, why the victims, why me. Ugh.." The rest was covered up by gagging noises. Again. And then a repeat of her muttering, like a broken record. 

The ten minutes felt like ten hours before the Moon Hunter stopped. "The ... recovered bodies go into empty bags inside." She made no motion to lead the way in.

Before the trainees could question what he meant, Julie opened the tent flap wide open, and suddenly everyone could see rows of black-grey bags through their masks, some obviously fuller than others. Several empty ones lay at the ends of the row. She put up a good front as she let the trainees make their way in, which pretty much meant she had stopped breathing rapidly and talking to herself. "We have water bottles outside, just grab a few to clean yourselves with um, you can use the spare tent canvas as cloth to clean yourselves I guess." She was trying pretty hard not to think about that. "Just- just hang on tight okay, I'll be back."

And with a small squeak, she fled.