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Gale legitimately had no idea what was happening, giving the moon hunter what he hoped was a confident expression in spite of this fact. He heard someone talking behind him - or rather, talking to him, and he turned around to see that it wasn't one of the unfamiliar hunters milling about. Instead, it was the female hunter with the vibrant pink hair that was even brighter than Shiloh's, and Gale took a step back to listen, a slight frown on his face.

"I don't understand what's happening," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth, still maintaining his confident pose and expression as much as he could. "Unless we've been somehow magically warped into some alternate universe, though I fail to see how that could have happened...unless..."

He tapped a finger thoughtfully against his chin. "Unless," said Gale quietly. "There was something behind that door at the monastery in island; an artifact of sorts that could have done this."

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Jason had been glad the raptors were dead, and had followed the group as they had tried to get through the strange door. When it had opened, the moon was greeted with a wide range of emotions, as they had ended up somewhere else entirely. How this had happened he had no idea, but the only thing he could do was to follow the rest and try not to make a moron out of himself.

Upon stepping through, he listened to the other hunters, took one of the offered gas masks and then bolted when they were told to run. With his heart in his throat he tried to get a idea of where Solia was, but couldn't spot her for the meantime. The only thing he could do was run.

Suddenly he felt something brush against him. He had no idea what it was, but what freaked him was the startled yelp in his head.


'Zanth?'


He was pretty sure Zanth was half joking. But it disturbed him to know whatever it was had hurt his weapon and not him.

Thankfully he had reached the bunker along with everyone else, and he felt a sick feeling rise in his stomach at the mention of Alternate universes. He didn't want to think about that. Instead he chose to focus on the injured that were here with them. He had heard others offer their assistance, and he thought it only proper to offer his own as well.

"I'd life to help the wounded as well, S-sir" He addressed the Life hunter

Zoobey

Hi I'm just a wee bit late |D;

The door opened, then promptly disregarded the rules of physics and space-time.

Something felt faintly wrong. Mimsy warily hung back from the majority of the group, gently guiding Lucky along with her when she moved. He was probably too exhausted to be of much use for any amount of problem solving, but she was just miserable enough to not want to solve any mysteries of the universe at the moment anyway. These were dark times.

Her hand didn't leave his arm, even when the strange call for evacuation filled the air, and it was only after she'd put her gas mask on, spare extended towards him, that the pieces of their plight began to fall into place on their own. It wasn't too difficult, once she began to consider it, to make heads or tails of this - because it was somehow always heads, where 'heads' correlated with ventures into alternate realities.

Slowly, beginning with almost imperceptible motions, she began to move away, haphazardly hanging the mask over his head just before she could no longer reach him. The fog was thick enough to begin to hide him when she took a few more steps, and everything began to feel marginally safer.

Existing around Lucky in alternate universes had proven to have a 100% success rate of causing actions and situations she never wanted to speak of again.

So she kept a comfortable distance by moving as quickly as she could, pausing only to marvel at the sight of something that appeared arachnidian; her heart fluttered with excitement at the thought of a specimen so large. However, she had clearly not learned not to stare, as she felt something like a sting against her FEAR shield. Realizing the mask would probably not protect her from the painful acidic blindness that made her want to claw her own eyes out, she followed the sound of the trainees in front of her, and didn't stop until the masked strangers released her in some sort of makeshift underground facility.

Troublesome. The information provided by their hopeful companions only served to make the feeling of unease in her stomach much worse.

"I will volunteer my abilities to the wounded as well," she offered, voice hoarse and tired when she finally spoke up. "Ah, I do have one inquiry as a result of our absence, to allow me to quickly assess any of the conscious injured for extensive trauma. What is the current date? In the format of month, day, year, please, so I can validate their responses."

She had no real intention of aiding the injured, but everyone knew how suspicious it was to ask such a question without fitting it into context.

BAM

One moment he had been standing there, staring with abstract horror at the bodies that littered the small cavern. There was blood everywhere, body parts lying around.

The next, He felt pain. Pain like he had never felt before. At first he didn't even realize what had happened. All he saw was more blood and gore filling his vision, coating his entire body as he felt all the strength leave him.

It took Jason a few seconds to realize the blood was his own.

Legs buckled underneath, unable to hold himself up. His mind was a haze of shock and disbelief. Did that really just happen? Did he just got shot by someone on his own team? Out of all the things that could have happened, being taken down by someone he didn't know hadn't been high on his probability list.

The world came to a standstill, the fall to the ground taking much longer then he thought possible. Memories flashed through his head, regret at the things he hadn't done yet. He wouldn't complete his training, wouldn't master his nightmares and fears.

He'd Never get to tell Solia goodbye.

As his mind succumbed to the darkness, a scream echoed in his consciousness. Zanthvos was screaming his name, trying to reach out to him with his entire being before he too was lost.