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Petra's hunter coat was in a pile on the floor, her tanktop already over her head about to join it when she hear the word 'trouble' behind her, stopping her cold. Turning back towards Leon and the others, she listened for a second before starting to head back in their direction, looking not at all bothered that she was only wearing a black bra. "I thought we had a handle on things," she replied in a sober tone, looking between Leon and Jerry before letting her eyes flick down to Harrison.

She was starting to wonder if maybe Dr H was using them in some sort of beta testing for 'new' bandages.

"They should have... where did these bandages come from, anyway?"

And Leon had to plug his ears from jerry blabbering a mile a minute. it was almost as painfual as having Marcus hitting on him again. Almost. "Calm down, must have been the bandage, maybe even your breath or something." the boxer said with a shrug. "let the guy rest in the infirmary and shake off ... whatever some of these bandages have been doing to people." He didn't really see the importance of freaking out about it.

It was the life labs after all, nothing unusual that they haven't seen before while under Dr H's tutelage.

"Petra, sometimes its better not to know, and even more so not to touch what you don't know. One of the best lessons i learned from the good doctor." he said as a matter of factly before giving one of the bandage packages a once over look and oddly enough, a careful sniff. At least it didn't smell dangerous.

"These might come in handy." he muttered mostly to himself as he tucked it into his board shorts, already missing the coat that had its lovely pockets. "We do, everything here is.... mostly stable." he mentioned quickly before changing the topic abruptly. "What we don't have a handle on is at the main gate, got a text from before that says he needs immediate assistance." he stated almost authoritatively, showing the female, non pajama wearing hunter the message.

At least the life hunters were still mobile as his eyes flicked at the sudden arrival of Vanessa, a nod of approval was given as a greeting from himself, and Sherry decided to dazzle him with her use of bandages, literally.

Dakota however....."You want me to knock him out for you, Petra? All gotta do is either punch him or stick this band aid to him, thats it." he honestly hoped she chose the more violent option, the car alarm sounds he was making was getting annoying, fast.

Robert heard.

And Dakota was going to die.

"Robert," Jerry tried to get a grip on himself. He also tried to lift Harrison up desperately but... that did not work out well. He left Harrison on the floor, "Robert, I... I need to go out to the front. Could you make sure he's ok? Please?" He looked desperate, and worried to his core. And somehow he felt that Robert, of all people, was who he could count on.

Vanessa noticed that among those who still had their wits about them, one was Leon, one of the guys she'd worked with before. When he nodded at her, she slipped through the others to move over toward him, taking the acknowledgement as some sort of greeting or invitation.

She cast a wary glance around the room before returning her attention to the boxer and the girl he was speaking with. (While Vanessa was vaguely curious as to why the girl was kind of undressed, she didn't voice her concern.) "Leon, may I request a, ah, summary on what has happened here?" He seemed like the best person to ask at this point, as it seemed like everyone else was running in and out of the room, or suffering from some kind of adverse effect. Whatever had happened here, the Life trainee was really quite glad she hadn't been involved in it. She'd rather not have to put on any questionable bandages. (Now that she knew that those were what were causing the more-than-usual-strangeness in the other trainees, she was going to avoid them at all costs.) She gave another look around them room witth slight dismay, then continued with, "And is there anything I could do to provide some sort of assistance?" After all, it seemed like everyone else was either...preoccupied with their bandage problems, or trying to recover from them. As one of those still with her wits about her, Vanessa felt that it was kind of her duty to help out.

His FEAR shield was up now, and there was little time to spare really. "Petra, Ceres." He looked at them. "Come with me. We need to go out and make sure the area is secure." A look at Robert. "As for you, do your job Robert, as is your responsibility-" he shuddered, glancing over at Harrison. "unsavory as it might be."
With that he gave Petra another look, 'convince if if you can.'

Time was wasted her, and they were ready to roll out.




(exiting to boss fight)

It seemed Robert's response was perfect. Giving him a dashing smile, she tilted her chin down a little to stare up at him from beneath her lashes, promising everything in that single look. Not only of lust, although there was certainly a lot of that.

"One song~ I have but one song~
One song~ perfect for you~
One heart tenderly beating~
Ever entreating~ constant and true~
One love~ that has possessed me~
One love~ thrilling me through ~"

Yeah, she was singing. He still held her shirt in one hand, but she extended her hand as she knelt anyway, taking it in both her hands.

"One song~ my heart keeps singing~
Of one love~ only for you~"

It might have been a good thing that Marcus interrupted her. Considering the stupid princess bandage, she might have gone on all night singing disney songs about love. But there were more important things going on. Like saving princesses. Keeping Dues safe for her one true love. Straightening, forcing Robert's hand onto her forearm, she gave the intermediate moon hunter a curt nod, looking serious again.

"Captain of the Royal Guard, I am at your service," she replied in a purposely lowered voice, reaching for her mace and tucking it like a sword into her beltloop. Robert better watch out, at that rate she might lose her skirt too.

(Exiting!)

Jerry bit his lip, debating his options as Robert and Petra swept out.

And then all thoughts of sorrow were blocked by the quiet voice of an angel drifting to him.

Petra... sang?

He practically floated to his feet. Well... well, he was NOT going to leave Harrison behind to the whims of hardly-trained trainees.

Against his better judgment, he unhooked the guitar from his back, sliding it under a table for safe keeping with a note with his room number attached, Roar desummoning back around his neck.

He could do this! Bend with his knees...

Gingerly, he hauled the unconscious Harrison up onto his back, wobbling with a groan as he somehow managed to gather the younger Hunter into a piggy back. "Just... wait for me!" He managed, before staggering after. Hopefully SOMEONE could help Harrison out once he got there. If not... well, at least he could keep an eye on him.

[EXITING]