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Home. To some at least. A prison to others. A brief resting place to still more. But it can't be said that the island, with its resources and structures and people, isn't the hub around which all hunter lives revolve. They're home again and themselves again.

But not everything is the same, because it never can be when the massive powers they encounter play demi-gods in their world. There's damage to the buildings, a chunk of the infirmary is gone. The main building is now two buildings, almost neatly split in half by a mass of rock that had shot up from the ground. The cafeteria is gone completely. The dorms are, suprisingly, relatively untouched. Some rooms have been ransacked, the the building is secure. Towns, as is so often the case, go hit hard, but nothing that couldn't be fixed.

There's a sudden wave of new hunters, waking from pods, and that is one of the better blessings to be found in the aftermath. But even here, it results in change. Home has new faces now, new personalities and ideas that will further alter the island in unseen ways.

And then there are the survivors. The ones who stood to defend the island and glimpsed other worlds and selves. These experiences and journeys create so many turns and twists, are they the same people as they were before? Are they stronger? Are they wiser? Are they broken?

They're home again and themselves again. There are many things to fix.

The simulation had simply shattered, and with the return came a new rush of knowledge, a new inrush of memory. Jordan stood for a long moment, Ferros in his hand, assimilating everything and realizing slowly that everything was ******** destroyed, again.

He took a long breath, desummoned, and made his way back to the dorms to find out how much repairing he was going to have to do, whether his room was going to be livable, and carefully did not think about whose rooms might have been ruined.

It was probably the desk, mostly because Chance liked to think that he and Otto had done at least some damage to the Horseman's residence before they'd gotten back. And he was damn pleased to be back where he was supposed to be.

Deus was like a breath of fresh air compared to anything involving the Horsemen. Chance followed after Otto, glancing with a sigh at the cafeteria - or rather, the lack of one - and then up to the second floor of the dormitories to where Otto's room was.

"It could have been worse," said Chance agreeably, before he towed Otto downstairs to his own room which looked completely untouched - just as Chance had left it.

"Oh, good," he said, glancing with satisfaction at the most important object in the room - namely his telescope. "Good."

He was probably more relieved than he should have been that it was just fine, but, well...his telescope.

"Do you want to go see how everything else looks?"

"Now that I know our rooms are fine, yeah. Let's go see what else is busted." It was like a train wreck. A morbid curiosity to see what was torn asunder. Otto didn't even let it feel real, like a personal tragedy should be. This was his home, yet he felt like he was simply walking through a theme park. Maybe it wasn't hitting him because his senses were entirely overloaded. Maybe his mind couldn't shake the mind set between illusions and realities.

It would sink in once he had to start doing heavy labour.

Hitting Chance's back a couple times in an overly enthusiastic back pat, Otto headed out to see how bad the buildings were. Offices, training fields, and other places he usually frequented on a daily basis.

He spent most of the journey lamenting about having to cook his own food and where he'd find cases of ramen on sale.

4 - inconvenient damage

There was no front door. Cami couldn't seem to get past that part as she stood in the topsy-turvy ransacked version of her home, trying to absorb everything that she had experienced. Trying to reconcile everything that Camixi had been rattling around inside of her head like some kind of demon imp.

She knew very little about the horsemen but now there was a kind of insight into at least one of the clans. The hivemind, the complete fascination with insects, the complete family aspect of it all. It had been warm, and wonderful, and she absolutely hated the fact that she'd been forced out of that utopia.

Trudging slowly up the stairs her footfalls were heavy as she noted that there seemed to be a rather interesting hole in the roof of the bedroom that was supposed to be hers. She didn't use it, thankfully, spending more time in the big bed with Caroline than on her own. Now there was an even better excuse to not return to solitary confinement because there were going to be nightmares now.

Weren't there always? She couldn't remember but there was a kind of foreboding feeling that said yes, it was always this way, and it would always be this way. You couldn't brush with Ancients and Legacies without some kind of residual energy clinging to you whether it be positive or negative.

Ama had gone to see how the others were doing after confirming that her adoptive daughter was in one piece and was not going to fall apart as soon as she walked away. Truthfully, Cami felt like the falling apart had already happened. She was almost hollow inside, hollow the way that Maebe had been in The Dusk, longing for something that she couldn't have.

No front door. Hole in the roof in the spare bedroom. Furniture overturned and floors scratched. Paint gouged. Things that could be fixed but were completely inconvenient and more annoying than had there been actual catastrophic damage. It was a reminder that something had happened. She had no control over what was going on around her. She had no idea about any of this!

And now there was going to be this memory of a perfect place, a place where she had been loved, and wanted, and talented! Immediately her thoughts fell on the Nothing who she now realized was Lawrence. That dangerous man who she was supposed to avoid had been her mentor! Obviously mentor and student had cared for each other and had bonded. What was going to happen now?

Huffing slightly she peeled the sheet off the bed she never used. First things first...they needed a door.

He had been dreaming, not having to be on duty for another couple of hours he had been asleep when the comms had gone off and they were all summoned to defend the island from the Horsemen. And then during battle he ended up practically dreaming again as the two powers took hold to play with them. Dreams of being a horseman, part of the clan of Conquest as he was caught up in the Destruction beings cage. He rather felt like he should have quoted Dorothy at some point in saying 'there is no place like home'. Not all of the time spent was bad, he had ended up having some fun here and there while doing jobs and talking to his friends, as well as meeting new ones.

Of course actually believing he had been a Horseman was both interesting and creepy at the same time. He had all of this information in his brain on how the Horsemen worked, how they gathered Fear, how they worked together. It was information he would definitely have to mull over later when he didn't have anything in particular he had to worry about.

Not now though as he had to check out his dorm room for any damage. The bottle green haired man walked to the doors and headed towards his room, hoping that it wasn't completely messed up after seeing just how much damage had happened around the island. Souji was safely tucked away in ring form so his hands were free as he ran one through his short hair and used the other to open his door.

First thing he saw when he opened the door was that his bed had been completely stripped of any sheets or blankets, even his pillows were gone, and then he saw a good portion of his clothes had been strewn across the ground like some one had gone through his drawers and just tossed everything out. With a sigh he stepped in carefully and searched for a few minutes for a piece of paper and a pencil then started to write down what all he would have to buy to replace damaged or missing things. At the top was of course everything for his bed.

Thankfully most of the clothes that were on the floor was undamaged, just in major need or cleaning, though a few things were missing. His picture frames were broken and at least one picture was repairable thanks to damage. It looked like he had to replace all of his soaps, both for bathing and for cleaning, and towels. Thankfully it looked like whoever it was that came into his room hadn't found the box he had hidden with his most treasured items and money. Once he was finished with his list he gave another sigh and left to figure out when he could go shopping next.

let's see nora does evan's room live
o thank god

(5 - inconvenient damage)

1 - 1 because towns = Inconvenient damage


Home again, Lawrence thought to himself, after all this place was as close to a home as he had now. Back to the island and the routine, picking up the pieces that were broken by whatever it was that had overtaken them. The infirmary was damaged significantly and therefore was one of his central focuses to repair.

His house on the other hand was for the most part all right, there were a few broken windows, a bit of chipped paintwork, nothing that would be too difficult to repair. He was more relieved by this than he could really let on.

Still, the house wasn't the only thing, there would be other problems later to deal with, but for now, it was the least of his problems.