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"Divisions are basically squads. Each one has a different specific duty it specializes in, but mostly everyone covers everything they're needed for. There are five divisions. Sun, they are the front line fighters. They're most adept in weapons training, and they can handle the heavy hitters pretty well. Moon, front line defense and field medics, they also help in the infirmary. Building, repairs, things like that. Then there's Death, they're basically the intelligence division who goes out before a mission or an assignment to gather information that is later analyzed by Life. Life is in charge of the labs, the experiments, runics, various inventions that make everyone's lives both easy and annoying." Candace then grinned. "And then finally we have Mist, my division." She offered her hand to the man. "Candace Pennington, it's nice to meet you. Mist is the jack of all trades division, we're expected to learn all of the other divisions' duties. We do have out own but..we mostly keep to ourselves. You'll be placed in what they think is the best division for you."

Candace chuckled quietly to herself, rubbing one of the rings she wore with her thumb. "Follow me so far? Don't be afraid to tell me to slow down or repeat something, or to explain something in more detail."

Candace did indeed beam with pride when he pointed out she looked pleased with her division. "I am, I love my division. It's the perfect place for me, I could never just do one thing, I like to be as involved as possible in pretty much anything I can get myself into."

Huh..that was definitely not a Canadian name. What was his heritage? Now she was curious. "Rahal-Nazari, what is that? Middle Eastern?" Candace asked, chuckling when he pointed out they weren't in Canada. "At the moment we're in the Bermuda Triangle. Don't be fooled by all the fog you're going to see outside, we are in the tropics."

When asked about the Cover she grinned. "The cove is where you'll be getting your weapon. Out weapons are converted from what used to be creatures of another world, a world we call Halloween. Every Hunter gets one and we're bound to them. They're injured, we're injured, they feel everything we feel, they know our every thought, you're going to have to get used to a voice in your head for the rest of your life. It's perfectly normal. And each weapon is different. Here, I'll show you." Candace stopped walking and held out her hands so Ian could see her two rings. "This is Atropos. All of our weapons have what we call a totem state when they're not in use," she explained before the purple gems on the rings glowed brighter and brighter, the entire rings fading in a purple light that melted down onto Candace's legs. She turned a bit so he could get a good look at her, putting her hands on her hips and pushing the ruffles of her coat back. "Like I said, every Hunter's weapon is unique. No two are exactly alike." Usually..Aria's was a special case.

Ah, that explained it. How interesting! Quite the dramatic change in culture and climate, huh? Candace walked easily with Atropos summoned, no longer with a hesitance in her step as she had had as a trainee. "Thank you, we've both worked very hard to get to where we are today. She also thanks you. They're the most badass shoes on the island, too."

Candace grinned. "Yes, we'll get your weapon, your division assignment, and I'll help you find your dorm as well. Anything you packed with you," that hadn't been confiscated because reasons, "will already be waiting for you there."

Hearing someone over his head was not something he expected, blue eyes flicking around the glowing, stagnant pods that were surrounding him, his feet tangled up in the cording before the pod he could only assume was his own.

Finally, he caught sight of her, the woman standing languished behind him - as if his very coming was as boring as watching paint dry. It probably was, but he couldn't give many ******** about that. Giving a pained, dry laugh, he looked up at her, figuring that the floor was a-okay for him for the time being.

"Mais, si je ne parle pas anglais?" He asked her, raising his eyebrows, giving her a small daring look, before shrugging a little, going to drag a very tired arm over to rub the other, feeling like he had pinned something under him with his shoulder. "That ********' 'urt." He finally stated, in English, his pronunciations a little muddled. With a long sigh, he waited a few moments before he turned up to her again, cocking his eyebrow a bit to her.

"So, how did I come by here." He figured he'd start somewhere, frowning. "I do not recall being in a ********' pod, but . . ." He paused, lightly tilting a hand over his head, trying to catch words. " Ahh . . . merde. Um --- taches de mémoire -- I do not remember." He tried to reason with her, giving her a "please understand" look.

When she breathed, she breathed like she hadn’t tasted air in months and perhaps that was true. She didn’t know yet. She couldn’t even gather her senses at the moment. There was only the soft intake of stale air before she opened heavy eyelids and everything came rushing in, racing to fill in the void. Burning light overtook the pitch black darkness. Cold air replaced the numbness. She wanted to close her eyes, but something inside her refused, as if to welcome the change in lighting as she took in another breath, louder and more frantic.

Anything dead coming back to life hurts. She had never fully understood that quote until now. Even just moving her fingers seemed to hurt like she had been frozen for a very long time. Tempting as it was to groan, she settled for a soft hiss as she took a few minutes to gradually warm up her body—rolling her neck, flexing her fingers, stretching whatever limbs she could. Her body felt uncomfortably light. When was the last time she had exercised? She was pretty sure she didn’t want to know the answer to that, so she concentrated on her surroundings instead.

Strange noises. Cool temperature. Tattooed fingers reached for the edges of her…pod? She furrowed her brows together as she gazed outside of her container. The sight made her want to laugh because she was utterly convinced she found herself on a movie set for some sort of science-fiction movie. There couldn’t be any other explanation, as ridiculous as the idea already was. But when she popped her head out of the pod, she found only more pods, an endless sea until she spotted monitors at the very end of the room. There wasn’t a single movie camera in sight. Not even the usual ceiling lights. This was…real?

“Ah.” Her voice came out quiet and raspy, but that was right. Those stupid trials. Funny how she had completely forgotten those. Rather, how stupid she had forgotten those until now. God. It was absolutely ridiculous how much like a video game this was. No clue where or what this was nor what those trials were, and somehow she was expected to figure it all out.

“Hmph.” She rolled her wrists, bones cracking just as she fully stopped out of her pod. The heels of her shoes clacked against the ground until she casually kicked the stomach of someone lying sprawled in the middle of the floor. “Hmm?” She furrowed her brows together and casually flipped the girl onto her back.

“Ah…” Nevada. She furrowed her brows even more. Now just what a goddamn ******** minute here. What was her twin sister doing here too?

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Truly, kicking her younger sister in the stomach was so nostalgic it could’ve brought tears to her eyes, but alas it didn’t.

"Feisty."

Giving her a grin, slowly finding the strength to at least sit up, patting himself down as he listened to her, he would do anything for a hit of nicotine, but knowing how . . . serious the situation was, he was finding himself sorely missing the tin that he may have parted with at one point during this arduous journey in to a pod.

"Dory is fine. Jus do not call me a fish." He admittedly loudly, giving her a 'I know you're thinking it.' look, before shrugging a bit. "I do recall a recruiter, of a sort - back in Europe, that is. This does not feel like Europe." He quipped lightly, before willingly listened to her, allowing her to talk for once without any kind of short talk from the peanut gallery, scratching his face a little lightly, looking around from his sitting position.

"I do appreciate your willing-ness to introduce me at least, Ami." A pause. "Ami. Amie, A friend. Rather fitting, would you say? But, I suppose that we're given a weapon of a sort then, since you eluded to such." He asked, curious now. ""ow does that work, ma Amie?"

Nevada grumbled more, why did this dream hurt so much? Alaska stop kicking her or she was going to shove...

/Pidge, You ain't dreamin' Some weird ghoul is like really kicking you./
Her eyes slowly opened, looking up at her sister. It took a moment to clarify that it was her twin. Their matching green eyes, ones Nevada hid under violet contacts...The same nose and jaw structure. Where Alaska's lips were fuller, Nevada's thinned a little. There was no doubt that it was her twin. And she felt her heart drop into a little million pieces.

Her twin looked so different. Extremely so. Tattoo's...her hair was dyed. It was hard to even tell that they were twins in the first place.

"Alaska?" She leaned up, blearily rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn't in some like fantasy dream come real. "Is this for real..." She pushed herself up, reaching out to touch her sister's face. Same height, Same build. Same everything.

And then Nevada did this:





"That's for leaving me and not telling me anything." And then she hugged her sister..."I missed you so much oh my god Alaska, It's been so hard waiting for you to wake up, I didn't think you were going to. I was starting to lose hope. You left first, and then I came to find you and do you know how hard it was to wake up a hunter before you? GOD WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ANYTHING BEFORE YOU LEFT. I WOULD'VE UNDERSTOOD!"