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Oh yes, Jason was distraught. He had been trying to lose his weapon for the past half hour, and had just managed to do so only to be grabbed from behind.

"Shh, you shouldn't scream so much. It will attract unwanted attention" Zanthvos whispered into his ear, holding the moon hunter tightly, but not so much that Jason couldn't' escape. Which he did.

Right into Dis's waiting embrace.

Do. Not. Want

"he-he-he-l-l" Jason was reduced to mere stutters, resiting the urge to call out for help. But at least Marcus had pulled him of-

Okaymaybenot.

"Hi!" He squeaked, while The fallen angel was trying his utmost to keep a straight face. It wasn't working. "N-n-n-ononohelpIneednohelp"

"Since Jason is unable to form words at the moment, I shall take this opportunity to introduce myself" He said to both Marcus and Dis with a small bow. "I am Zanthvos, and it is a pleasure to meet you both. Especially you" he said to Dis with a grin. He had to admit, the vampire looked handsome. Especially when he was grouping Jason.

What, him, Jealous? Oh hell no, the more the merrier!

While it was this belief that led Jason wanting to the moon division, he had no desire to assist Dis in practicing first aid, especially if it involved himself. But he was unable to say this as he was busy trying not to scream again when the vampire touched his face, his eyes wide and frightened. Didn't vampires have sharp teeth? That bit into your neck and sucked your blood? He did call him sweet blood. But he was saved, at least for the moment, by his own weapon. He took this time to inch away from the vampire.

"I am so glad to meet a being such as yourself." Zanthvos responded, not missing Desidero's wandering eyes. "It gets lonely when you only have one person to talk to." His gaze traveled back to his hunter, whom had heard Marcus's warning and was moving out of range of the wandering hand. The fallen angel quickly put a stop to his retreat, placing a hand on his back and maneuvering him back. "I'm afraid so. He is a rather panicky person you see. Spent his childhood running away from the scary monsters. The poor thing.." He cooed, running his hand through Jason's hair.

Jason was privately thinking if it were possible to save any of his dignity.

Probably not.

Nope, no dignity left. He was being felt up by two weapons.

"Quirks?" Zanthvos rubbed his chin, pondering such a idea. "I'm not sure. He doesn't like to reveal to much to me. Thinks I would take advantage of him." He sighed dramatically, looking forlorn. This look quickly changed into one of pure evil. "How about we find out right now?"

"Okay! Stop this!" Jason nearly shouted as he grew tired of being touched, pushing past both halloweeners to salvage some of his pride. "I am not a dog that you can just push around. Seriously..." He grumbled to himself. Zanthvos just smilies in response, choosing not to do anything. For now.

The fallen angel dropped his hands now that Jason had moved away, appearing horrified at Marcus suggestion. "but...surely you could not be so cruel! To put us back in our prison once more, trapped for all eternity..." he took the chance to embrace Dis, seeking comfort. Or just a chance to feel him up, it was hard to tell.

Jason was trying his best not to look at the shameless display his weapon was putting on and focus on what Marcus was saying. Because he really didn't want to see two men making out. It just wasn't his thing.

"I've been...alright" He finished lamely, eyes focused on the wall behind the other moon hunter. He didn't want to say just how he really felt; shameful, guilt ridden, a worthless trainee who couldn't even be there when it really counted... "I've been focusing on rebuilding and training, really" Perhaps if he could get himself promoted...he might be able to make more of a difference.

"Zanthvos is..." He looked back at possibly the worst time, as said weapon's hand was in places he just didn't want to see. "Yeah, he can be hard to deal with ."

"I'm sure Dis can attend to how 'hard' I can be". The fallen angel commented.

Marcus wasn't the only one who shuddered.

Damn Marcus and his ability to see through the obvious lies. Jason still seemed intent on starting at that wall, but slowly his focus changed to Marcus ( all the while ignoring Zanthvos, but that wasn't going to stop the fallen angel. He was used to Jason attempts to ignore him anyway).

"Depressed, huh?" He said to to the older moon trainer, a sad smile adorning his features. "I suppose thats one way to put it. Though it's not like anything can be done about it. I don't want to take up time by whining about my own personal problems. I just need to keep on going, otherwise someone else may be killed..."

"Desidero, your skin is so smooth, so cool against my fevered flesh. How can I deny myself such earthy pleasures. Be damned the rules for which we have to abide by!" The fallen angel then paused, his grin widening at the use of his name. "My sword is at your command, Desi" Had they already moved on to pet names?

But even has he was enjoying this moment, he did seem a little distracted, one ear listening to the conversation both hunters were having.

Being hit on the head wasn't something Jason hadn't expected to happen. His hand came up in reflex to rub at the place he was hit. "ow" He listened quietly, Trying to make eye contact and not look at the floor instead. Marcus was right. In fact, wasn't this what Killzone had wanted them to do, to not hide their problems? Perhaps it was his only claim to pride in that he didn't diverge his problems to anyone. That he didn't burden his fellow hunters with his trivial complaints about not wanting to fight.

"I just...wish we didn't have to battle so much...that we could run away more. That it was a acceptable thing to do so" He hands shook as he said this, feeling like he was showing Marcus just how much of a coward he could be. But then Marcus had wanted him to vent...

"Oh, I suppose you are right.." Zanthvos said as he held Dis to his chest. "I will just have to be patient. Though I do find it rather difficult. You make it hard, in more ways the one."

He let loose a chuckle at the vampires suggestion. "They would make a lovely couple. But I believe that Marcus has a few other men in his life...erm, what were their names, Harry and Rop? Would he have enough time for my poor Jason."

"Please don't pair me up with others..." The moon hunter sighed, but it was Zanthvos turn to do the ignoring.

"A field medic..." Jason tossed the world around in his mind as he thought about how he could achieve such a status. It had occurred to him before; considering it was more along his lines anyway. But he had been unsure as to whom he could contact.

"Do you know which seniors would take a trainee?" He asked Marcus. "I only know a few moons, including you and Harrison...or maybe I would need to ask the Life divion mle-" He stopped in his tracks, His face instantly paled at the thought.

Life division leader meant H.

H killed a hunter on his first day.

...Jason didn't want to talk to H at all. Nope, nope, nope.

"Ah, Marcus sounds like a true romantic. How I envy the young woman" The fallen angel returned Dis gesture absent mildly as he pondered over the possible choices. "Perhaps Deryk? Jason seems to get on well with him."

Said moon hunter was to busy shaking at the thought of being anywhere near H to care at this moment.