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All trainees, despite the fact that they were probably you know, either sleeping like the dead or busy, would still, despite the above clause, get a text that looked something like this:



The good news was that "Allan-taichou" was indeed waiting for them, with an assortment of other Hunters - who were looking extremely unhappy for reasons about to be stated - including one Mist Hunter lead and their assistant. Allan himself was in a reasonably good mood, considering the near destruction of Deus, onslaught of Insanity and all, most likely a coping mechanism or something.

And speaking of coping mechanisms, what on earth were they all wearing. It wasn't until Allan turned around, enough to actually reveal both himself and Aria that it became painfully clear as to what they were wearing.

"Trainee-tachi!" The impressively tall Sun Division Leader wearing what could only be explained as a dog-eared headband still had one supportive hand on the Mist Division assistant - speaking of Mists, both of them were wearing well, sometimes a picture was worth a thousand words. He gave the trainees a look that was not exactly intimidating, but definitely on the list of top ten 'oh s**t what have I gotten myself into?' pleas.

Beside Allan were a series of boxes. In fact, five total. In fact, each of the five boxes were currently peeled open, revealing a fancy set of headbands per box. The first one wrote on the box 'LIFE' in big fancy squiggly letters, and the ones after that 'DEATH HERE', 'SUN HERE', 'MIST', 'MOON'. "Okay, trainee-tachi, you gotta gear up first, this part is dangerous unless you channel your kawaii animal selves."

Oh god. He was serious. As in sword in hand lets get down to business serious.

Clearing the Main Building sounded like a good plan to Harrison, but he wasn't sure why Allan kept pointing up. Summon, pouring hearts? Was that important? This better not involve some kind of blood sacrifice.

He'd just about had it with the weird s**t.

In comparison to pagan rituals, headbands weren't too bad.

He picked up a pair from the Moon box, fingering the material. It was just regular fabric. He checked them for...runic enhancements, or something, before putting them on. He didn't have much hair for them to grip, and the ears kept bouncing annoyingly in front of his face. He tried to adjust them.

"They're so damn...floppy," he growled to no one in particular, fighting with the rabbit ears.

... Oh, come on!

Madison glared at the yellow headband. This was definitely, conclusively for nerds. And Allan was their king. Emperor Nerd. Lord of the Nerds. Nerd-sama.

... but at least it was just a little headband thing, and not a full body suit. Sighing, the Death trainee slipped the headband on, trying to tug as much of her hair over the thing as she possibly could. Fine. She was ready.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

Rin wasn't sure what she was getting herself into, she became even less sure as she was staring down the box with "Moon" written on it. Really? She gave Allan a fleeting almost pleading look before heaving a sigh, grabbing her ears, and moving aside.

She looked at Harrison. At least she wasn't the only one going to look like some horrible long-eared dice-monster and unlike him she had more than enough hair for it.

She still wasn't entirely certain what a kawaii animal was, let alone how to channel one.

Reading the text almost gave him horrifying flashbacks of his promotion mission. Almost, but he was (nearly) over that. A sleepy Wilson scratched his head as he groggily eyed the message. What did ‘wai’ mean, exactly? Why? Y? Maybe the next time he took the weekend off he could purchase a Japanese to English dictionary. That sounded helpful.

By the time he had made it to the gates, Wilson had already braced himself for more of Allan’s antics. When he eyed the headbands the other hunters were wearing, the smile on his face turned plastic.

Well, it could have been worse.

Kawaii animal senses. Right. He fished out a headband from the box labeled ‘DEATH HERE’ and eyed the yellow ears. This looked suspiciously familiar. This was Pikachu, right? Why hadn’t he played more Pokemon when he was younger? Wilson put it on and adjusted the headband. He looked around until he spotted Deryk.

He snorted.

Syd looked at Allan. She looked at the boxes. She looked at her division leaders. Several things were going through her mind, and it showed in the changing expression on her face. First of all, the sight of Lance made her fingers go down and rub on her new coat. Secondly, she looked at the lance that was blocking the door so efficiently. Well, then. Time to get some ears.

She headed to the front and took the cat ears, jingling the bell a bit before slipping it onto her head. It wasn't the worst thing Allan had made her wear, she thought, and although the bell would be annoying, at least she wouldn't trip over it!

And the promise of getting back to their old lifestyle made it totally worth it.

"Hey," Jordan said, and grinned. "Dog over here. I'm supposed to chase rabbits."

He might be enjoying this golden opportunity for teasing way too much.

When Sasha's phone erupted into its jolting ring, she'd been busy brushing her teeth. Her mood still hadn't evened out, and she still felt like frickin' punching anything and everything that got on her nerves. There were a lot of things getting on her nerves - it felt like every time she turned around there was something else there frickin' annoying her, and she was at her wits end. Her wits frickin' end.

Quickly reading the text from Allan, Sasha sighed heavily. The last time she'd gone on an Allan mission, things hadn't ended so well. At all. In fact, it was safe to say that probably none of Allan's missions ended well, and so Sasha wasn't entirely sure why she was contemplating another one. Rinsing off her toothbrush, Sasha tucked it into a plastic bag that she'd pilfered from the cantina before shoving it into her pocket.

Wasn't like she had anything better to do.

Making her way to the designated meeting place, Sasha picked up the … what the frick. Frickin' ears. How frickin' adorable. Okay, maybe this mission-thing was going to be different than the others. The sight of her fellow hunters all clad in earbands of various shapes and sizes had Sasha grinning like a daft fool, but she couldn't help it.

Haha! Even Rep. And Harrison.

Sasha wore hers proudly. Why the frick not? Smiling felt nice for a change.