[ Mission ORP ] Rise and Shine - CONCLUSION PAGE 27

[Zoobey]

Lesson of the day: you never leave your work for someone else to do. Never trust someone else to substitute you in a mission because they will ******** it up. And now, not only did Caelius have to figure out what transpired in the last recorded mission, but he also had to find a new division replacement. 

"Sir, the Life Hunter division is still taking a look at the samples provided, please stay still during the check-up." The Life Hunter attending to him was trying her best to keep him seated. Caelius did not miss the gesture as she motioned for the medical team to grab the sedative needle. Other than his own research, a tray of hospital utensils, from scissors to tiny scalpel knifes to bandages lay propped on his legs as he tried once again to move himself to a more upright seated position only to get told to lie back down. There were whispers among the others to 'hurry up'. He looked briefly at his left arm, wondering when he had gotten new stitches, or such a neat shallow cut, there. 

And the Death Hunter knew exactly what the problem was. It had been almost ten days post- Haunted House mission. He was getting too used to sitting on the bed, with very marginal, occasional trips in between. He was getting ******** docile. 

He slammed the entire tray and contents into the air, notebooks, maps, compasses and papers all scattering to the ground. "Get out of the way." Everyone literally froze up at the command, and that was all the Death Hunter needed as he maneuvered himself to the side of the bed and grabbed a pair of scissors nearby. He was on his feet as the scissors plunged into his left forearm, there was not even a grimace of pain as his fingers fished into the shallow cut, looking for something. The scissors and a bloodied chip clattered on the ground: Dr. H's work to monitor the Death Hunter Division a little closer would have to wait till next time. 

Caelius was already in full dress ensemble as he literally slammed open the Council Room doors. A large table greeted him, half-full of seated members. The Council itself, while it had thirteen seats, mostly consisted of veteran members, those who did not fight or really, get involved in missions any further than sullying their hands with a body count. Their senses were dulled, their sitting at the table like remote guests cutting them off from what was actually happening on the Island. 

The Death Hunter did not bother to take a seat. "I would like to negotiate the conditions for terms of probation release on grounds of a private mission. I am sure you are well aware of how important this follow up mission is." 

While the Council might have been surprised the first, or second, or third time the younger division leaders pulled these stunts, they had long grown weary of such antics. A moment passed as they simply eyed the Caelius and began talking amongst themselves. Finally, a consensus. "We will grant you the probation release under the condition that first, if you first proceed to your daily duties with the trainee program." They were hoping to buy some time so they could stick their muddy fingers all over what happened in the Haunted House, and now the Sahara. 

The Death Hunter saw right through it, and made a very particular smile, as unpredictable as his behaviour. "I can reassure you that I can do both at the same time." 

An awkward silence followed as the elder members tried to cajole him into 'doing things the proper methodical way', but he had gotten the permission and he was done there. Caelius pulled out his phone and called in two of his own division Hunters. "Send word, knock on all the trainee's rooms, find them all. We're going on a little mission." As he talked, he was already heading in strides to the 'classrooms' section of the building, making a couple of turns until he found the usual location. The room with the simple rounded table. "I will be sitting exactly here until they all arrive." 

And that is exactly how and where the trainees found the Death Hunter leader that morning, sitting at his usual spot on the table with a pencil, a ruler, a box of thumbtacks, and a map, droplets of blood still trickling down his elbow onto the wooden counter. He did not look up as they began to file in. 

OOC

- ALL PLAYERS WITH A HUNTER are invited to this ORP
- This is considered a "mandatory" ORP, so it is assumed that as long as your character is not lying on their deathbed/ severely disabled, they will have showed up here thanks to either a cell phone text from Caelius or a Death Hunter tell them to locate themselves here
- This includes the NEW trainees, even if they have no clue who Caelius is

 

[iloveyouDIE]

Bix, now much more comfortable in his role as a hunter, was much more comfortable in his skin. This meant that he was obviously working very hard despite his nonchalant facade. He tried to make every duty assignment early, if not on time, and also meant that when someone came knocking and talking about a mandatory meeting, he was there fully dressed as fast as his Legolas-like feet would carry him.

Of course those same feet, which brought him promptly to the room, led him to stubbing his toe (loudly btw) almost 3 times before he even found a chair to sit in. Mostly because there was almost no one there except for Caelius and he was clearly bleeding. Right. On. The. Table.

Bix opened his mouth, raising a finger to point it out, but Caelius didn't even flinch as the chairs scraped on the floor. He had to know about the bleeding right? As a human being you just know those things.

We are alwaysss sssso early. You are sooo not fun. You are supposed to make an entrance.
Isn't bashing every chair in the room entrance enough for you?
Don't give me sasssss, Bixy.

Bix was learning, as he felt more himself day by day, that his weapon was not a fan of his naturally academic, perfectionist nature.  

[Eight]

Candace was not happy. Caelius was out of bed and he was sending people knocking at their doors informing them of a mission. ********. That. s**t. She had rolled over in her bed and yelled at the person at her door to leave until they had forced themselves in and made it clear she wasn't not going anywhere. She finally rolled--or was shoved--out of bed and got dressed..whether on her own or because her clothes had been thrown at her before being told to be there or else didn't seem to matter. She was there. She grimaced when it seemed she was among the first to step into the room.

Well. Great. "...You're looking well, sir." Candace said stiffly, taking a seat and just waiting. She did not want to be here. She crossed her arms over her chest and crossed one leg over the other, slumping as much as a that current position would allow. Atropos' rings were at least back to their full glow but the two still had not quite...reconciled. Candace wanted to stop this, she wanted them to get back to being on pleasant terms at the very least, but she understood Atropos wanted some more time to...stew.

Oh look! It's Caelius~! Atropos said too sweetly. Want to ask him for his scythe again, you cheating whore? Candace took a noticeable deep breath as she tried not to react to what Atropos has said.

"Hey, Bix." Candace greeted the other trainee, refusing to acknowledge Caelius anymore for the moment. Let him bleed.  

[demon_pachabel]

Cassandra hadn't exactly been raring to go on another mission. Well, that was actually a lie, given how much activity she'd been forcing herself into ever since she'd taken her two days off for recovery before she had started hitting up the trials and the gym on a near daily basis. However, that hadn't kept her from being slightly grouchy from having her door knocked on to get moving that morning.

She had peeled herself off of her bed, donned her scarf over her jacket and then headed out towards the given room, hoping that for once it wouldn't be a trap to get them lost for a couple of hours as it had been the previous time. In fact, she was able to find the room with relative ease under the pissed off looking Death Hunter's instructions rather than the instructions of the Doctor. She still wasn't sure she trusted that guy.

Either way, she stepped into the room with a sort of casualness, her thumbs hooked the chain she wore around her hips. As she moved to take a seat, she noted the blood trickling onto the table, wondering for a moment if she should have offered any sort of assistance to the man. But no, somehow it seemed like it would be the sort of thing he would tough out before continuing on at the very least. So Cass just picked an available seat and sunk into it.

No time for the tower yet, hmm?

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Hopefully. Nicodemus agreed, but neither seemed inclined to cause any real fuss about it.  

[prolixity]

The long week seemed to be turning into two long weeks. Being woken up by a text from Caelius telling them to report for a mission? Not a good sign. The fact that the Death Hunter was now bleeding on the table and completely ignoring it? Also not a good sign. Jordan found a chair and sat down, crossing his arms and waiting. Caelius would tell them what was going on, or more likely a severely edited version of what was going on, when he damn well felt like it, and anyone who asked about the blood was likely to get ripped into. Possibly literally.  

[iStoleYurVamps]

Oh fun times. The Death hunter instructor was calling on them. Should he be like, passed out in a bed somewhere, or on probation? In fact weren't they ALL on probation? What tom foolery ******** was going on? Waking up to banging on the doors he had just groaned, gotten dressed, run to the cafeteria to grab something, then he'd come over. The ******** if he was going anywhere on an empty stomach, (plus scones were delicious).

The deliciousness of his blueberry scone was lost as he entered the room, to see Caelius, as usual looking ready to stab them with his eyes. Plus he was bleeding.
Good to know their instructor wanted to bleed all over the place. And not bother to at least try and stop it. So appealing. He noticed one hunter... and then ignored him. He'd avoid Bix if he could. Less confrontation the better and with the newer trainees acting like right prats- Well Marcus hoped Caelius wouldn't punish them all for a few ******** ups. Cass was here already, and Marcus immediately gravitated toward her. A quick wave to Jordan before he figured he'd ask.


"Sir, don't you want to... stop your bleeding?" Seriously it was kind of freaking him out a bit.  

[Shia bean]

Minerva didn't get the text. No. She wasn't that lucky. Instead, she got the loud bang on the door and the face of a stranger telling her to report to such and such room. For what reason? Minnie didn't even get the chance to ask, not when the man seemed uninterested in her need to get ready properly and stalked off to another door to repeat the process.

She had been sleeping...she needed her sleep in order to function properly! Otherwise she was a mess, scatterbrained...

Blythe said from the edge of her bed, dematerializing into coiling golden-metal arm bands just as Minerva turned.

The transformation drew intrigue from the hunter, who didn't know that was even possible! She figured she would have to lug the sickles around in order to take Blythe places...Interesting.



"What?" Minnie replied quickly, before shaking her head. Oh, right, Blythe was in her head.

When she finally arrived there were a few others already occupying the room, only couple of which familiar to her, as well as a man at the front desk. While his name was lost to her and his face kept away from wandering eyes, his hair...it looked familiar. She had probably seen a couple of times during her trials, but never got the chance to actually approach.

Annnd, seeing that he hadn't bothered to acknowledge the others already standing around, Minerva figured it was best to save the introductions for another time. So, instead she decided to linger around the group, not yet wanting to interrupt a conversation in progress, but also not wanting to seem like the creeper newbie trying not to be left out. When there was a moment of silence, she decided to speak up.

"Hello Bix!" Waving to him, she then turned to the girl with short black hair a smile. "My name is Minerva." She slipped herself into a near by seat casually.



A pause. "Annd this is Blythe."

She hoped she hadn't come off as too awkward, facing beginning to flush pink with the thought. Noticing another one of the newer trainees in the room seemed to ease her embarrassment, waving to Ryan as well.  

[Chobi_Chocobo]

Another mission? This news wasn't completely welcomed with a fond and warm smile by Tikaanis. They'd just scrapped by the last mission, which to the teen had been a horrible horrible failure, and now they were about to be dragged out on another?

Well she had signed her life away for the better cause. The memory of what happened during that mission was enough to get her sorry a** out of her the room she'd walled her self in and to the meeting place.

She couldn't look at their dear leader straight on when she walked in the room. The site made of Caelius, BLEEDING, just made her want to vomit. So she instead trained her eyes on the most familiar face in the room. Bix. The teen strolled on over to the older hunter and pulled up a seat. Awkwardly, she stared at him and not the front of the room. Anyone looking on at her might think she was weird or a little off.

But Tikaanis couldn't look at Caelius bleed all over everything. She was tempted to leave the tampon in her pocket on his desk to help stop the bleeding but resisted afraid of what he might do to her.  

[Kaiyumi]

What was this? A mission already? Given that she was a newbie, Eva's feelings probably differed from those who were more experienced with missions and--especially--with Caelius. Was she nervous? Yes, but she was also kind of excited. After all, she hadn't been doing all that training with Chara for nothing!

Not that Chara was entirely pleased by her wielder's progress. You almost stabbed yourself in the foot yesterday.

Almost, but didn't. Came Eva's dismissive reply. Tying her coat around her waist, she gave the sleeves a sharp tug before heading out of her room. Considering that it was a mandatory meeting, she assumed that she would see plenty of familiar faces. Once she actually stepped into the designated meeting room, she realized that she was right. She couldn't put names to all the faces quite yet, but most of them she recognized.

"Morning," She greeted, her gaze sweeping over everyone. It paused on Caelius. Who was that guy? And, uh, did he know that he was bleeding?

Well, if he didn't, someone else probably would have called it to his attention by now. Unsure where to sit, Eva simply slid into the closest seat, leaning her elbow on the table and propping her head up with her hand.  

[kuropeco]

The last person Gale really wanted to see when he walked into the usual room was That Guy. When he'd heard his phone give off the tell tale beep earlier that morning, Gale had rolled over in bed, looked at it, and promptly let out a groan that had Jinhai lecturing him on making too much noise.

And now, here he was, back in the room they were always in, sitting at his usual place the table.

Except Caelius was sort of...bleeding all over the place. And looking more than a little grumpy.

"Morning, sir," said Gale his hands in the pockets of his uniform as he stepped into the room. He resisted the very strong urge to say "You're looking particularly delightful this morning," not really wanting a second scar to match the first.

That, and he had to tread on careful ground around Caelius, considering that the last mission Gale had been on had resulted in the death of someone and the return of someone else.

His chest still felt tight thinking about it.

Moving past the Death Hunter leader to the seat beside Tika, beside Bix. He clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder, then slipped into the chair, eyes roaming around the room at the others. Marcus got a nod and a half crooked smile, and then there was Ryan, looking as though he were simultaneously confused and curious. Jordan, and Candace were all there as well, along with a pale haired woman that Gale had never seen before. And then Eva, who got a genuine smile from him, though it turned into a somewhat dry one as Gale swiveled in his seat to cast a surreptitiously suspicious glance at their leader.

"Morning, guys."
 

[Bittiface]

Oh boy. A mission briefing. So excited. Yippee.

Otto heeded the call, only because it was why he was even in this program. What other choice was there but sitting bored or going back into a coma. So really, he had no issue. Still, like everything in his life, he didn't have to be happy about it.

The young man entered the room, sans door kicking this time, found a seat, and sat down. Arms crossed. Not a single word to anyone.

It must be your lucky day!  

[Chobi_Chocobo]

There were other faces entering the room now too. Ones that Tikaanis couldn't remember ever seeing on any mission before. They had new trainees? The teen turned her head to the front of the room to see a few more wander in. Among them was Gale who sat down beside her and Bix.

"Morning... Uhh... Whats with all the new faces..?" Were there more divisions joining there own? She turned her head to the front to long and turned a little green getting a better glimpse of Caelius bleeding. There was no wasted time for her to turn her head else where.

This happened to be the ceiling. Her head was cocked up awkwardly. Obviously she was bothered by Caelius bleeding.  

[kuropeco]

"New trainees," murmured Gale to Tika, eyes landing on the clearly unimpressed Otto. He snorted, shaking his head, then looked back at his friend.

"They were just awakened a few days ago. Bix calls them 'hatchlings.'"

 

[iloveyouDIE]

"Well I was there. I get dibs on giving them a weird nickname." Bix patted both friends, Gale and Tika, on the arms when they sat by him. He also greeted each of the people who came in, several of the newbs called him by name.

He liked being known.

Marcus was only spared a glance but Bix had seen little of the other hunter recently so there was a distinct lack of venom in his eyes. He also hadn't heard any questionable noises coming from Cass's room. Would this grant Marcus leniencey for being awful? Probably not. But the hatred wasn't palpable.