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Gale's text back was instantaneous:



At 7:45pm that evening he left his room, slinging his coat on over his shoulders and throwing the scarf around his neck. His gloves were slipped on, the silver banded, rune encrusted ring on his left index finger, where it always was, and Gale was already on his way down the hall, out the door, and towards Room 243.

He found it - and Aria - rather easily. The head of the Mist Division of the hunters was sitting at the head of the table, several sheets of paper in front of her, and Gale gave her a nod as he took a seat. Since he was the first in the room, there were no other members of his division to find, so he picked a seat at random halfway down the table.

An opportunity to lead. It was a rather daunting thought, but one that made Gale excited nonetheless. Maybe this time he would finally be able to prove himself worthy.

Madison had replied to the text with a bit of trepidation and no small amount of awful text-speak. The trainee had returned from an extended observation only the night before, and... well, after everything that had happened, she still wasn't sure about leading. Oh, leading a conversation or a social group, sure! But leading a group of Hunters? Not so much...

She still felt a bit uncomfortable in her coat, too, seeing the crossed scythes rather than the more familiar branches of Life. Still, the choice had been made for her, and here she was... she couldn't hide in observation blinds forever. Nor did she want to, really.

Time to man up. She shuffled in and sat next to Gale, on the basis of him being Death, and... yeah. "Hey," she said, a little awkwardly. The last time she'd seen him she'd been six. Kind of.

"Morning?" Aria looked at Cassandra quizzically. "It's almost eight o'clock in the evening, Cass. Don't tell me you're following Lance's example," she chided with a laugh, shaking her head.

As the hunters took their seats, Aria turned to the pile next to her and pulled out five folders. One file was slid towards Gale and Madison, bearing the insignia of the death division. Cassandra received a file with the Mist emblem on it, and Jerry received one that blazed with the Sun. "Since you guys are here early, feel free to start reading and making plans. Nothing you learn here is to leave this room, got it?"

There was a shuffle of noise as someone pulled out the chair beside him, and Gale's eyes flickered upwards, catching sight of Madison as she gave him a hesitant greeting.

"Evening," he said, and nodded, what might have been a faint smile of his own flickering across his face, but it was gone too quick to know for certain.

Yes, Maddie, he did remember when you were six and it amused him.

But then Aria was sliding a file across the table towards them, and Gale pulled it over, flipping it open and pushing it between himself and Maddie so that they could both look down into it.

"...the North...Pole," said Gale slowly, with a glance at the other Death Hunter. "...we're going to the North Pole?"

His eyes skimmed down the page, trying to take in all of the information. There was quite a bit on the research within the facility - whatever that facility was, exactly - and Gale idly twisted the ring on his finger, lips pressing together as he attempted to memorize the basic facts.

An opportunity to lead? It was the being asked that was the weird part; in most of the situations where he'd been in charge so far, Jordan had either made a quick decision about what was needed or fallen into the role without much thought. Old habit weighed against new resolve; but what ended up tipping the scales was that he wanted to be useful, and passive waiting was frustrating.



He was surprised and pleased to see Madison in the room as he came in; this wasn't a time for catching up, though, so he only raised a hand and smiled to her before finding a seat for himself near Jerry. Act normal; Jerry didn't need to know that he knew anything. "What've we got?"

It was a welcome surprise to see a text from Aria waiting for him as he got up from his daily Cass 'nap' (which really depended on how long they had been up the night before). Either way, waking up sans Cass, and Marcus looking at his text ans assuming if the mist division lead wanted to see him, Cass had probably already left. Rolling out of bed, dressing himself properly, and walking to the point. Had they slept all night? Eh, not that uncommon of a thing. On the way he texted Aria as requestion.



Truthfully, he still wasn't sure he was 'fit' to lead, but hey, he was still the only intermediate moon trainee. As he arrived he yawned. Why was he still so tired? Ah well. "Hey guys." Cass got his smile. "Morning dove" He thought they had just slept the night away. Trying to hold back a yawn he sat down next to Jerry and Jordan, lacking anyone from his own division. "Hey Guys." It was a simple greeting but Marcus was looking at Aria, waiting for further instruction.

"Evening, Marcus." Cass greeted back, not even embarrassed by his slip up and what assumptions could come of it - she'd stopped caring long ago what the assumptions of other people were. She looked up from her maps for a moment, however, noting the sound of woe in Gale's voice.

"Yeah, North Pole.... that means it'll be cold, we'll need to make sure people bundle up a bit less we lose something to frostbite...." It was strange how in a year she'd become more focused on little things like that instead of how best to rebel against her parents.

She liked the change, it made her feel...mature?