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The door creaked open and she felt a familiar weight settle against her shoulder. Aki didn't have to turn around to know who it was; she'd long since gotten used to Nico's habits. The girl couldn't resist flashing a smug grin at Flair. After all, she had been right and there was nothing more satisfying than rubbing salt into wounds, especially Flair's wounds.

"It's mission time." She said, digging around in her pockets for her phone. "Did you get one too?"

Though her attention was mostly focused on the still-drowsy Nico, she made a quick survey of the surrounding group. Flair, a moon hunter, a blushing hunter who just introduced herself as Meghan. Aki nodded slightly in acknowledgement before turning her head to talk to the mass of hair on her shoulder formally known as Nico.

"Let's go get something to eat. It'll wake you up. Lasagna today."




hope I didn't forget anyone /m

"Oye, you little dickwipe!" Clint bellowed as he stopped at Piglet's door. "The walls are THIN! If you're gonna scream like a little b***h, do it into your pillow!"

Then he walked on to find himself an empty room.

Flair mustered an amused laugh. “Research isn’t for everyone, I suppose.” She had familiarized herself with laboratories and their equipment since early high school. The blond woman could still recall her days holed up in her room studying or pouring chemicals into a test tube. Nico was a slacker, but she was the exact opposite—she was an overachiever. “A part of me wishes for more time in the labs. It’s like a second home to me.”

The smug grin from Aki did not faze the Life hunter. While the girl enjoyed rubbing salt into Flair’s wounds there usually wasn’t a wound to rub any salt into. Rather, she flashed Aki a disapproving frown at her immature behavior. She looked over at Megan and Gear, but mostly Megan. Unfortunately she wasn’t too acquainted with the younger moon hunter. “Pardon her behavior. We’re not on very good terms.” Perhaps she was putting it too lightly.

“I’m not particularly hungry, but if Nico or anyone else here is…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at everyone else.

"Huh. That's pretty cool." It looked like Lowe had spent a fair amount of time on the bracelet, anyway. Was he expected to wear it immediately?

Miyako told him not to be a jerk and just put the bracelet on. He shrugged one shoulder and did so. "Thanks," he said to Lowe, and peered at the pictures, his eyebrows elevating. "Wow. When'd you take all these?" And did the subjects of them know they'd been photographed? ... not like he didn't count as pretty creepy himself, what with surveillance cameras and lab equipment.

"That's kind of cool." It wasn't like either of them didn't know the average lifespan of an active-duty Hunter; Marsh was coming up on four years since he'd first arrived at the island, and sometimes - sometimes he just felt way more tired than a nineteen-year-old guy should ever feel. "Just in case." At least Lowe was a Fear hunter, like himself; maybe his new friend wouldn't die quickly and horribly right in front of him.

This wasn't a good subject to be thinking about the day before a mission. Marsh had his letter; Lowe was making a mural. "Where are you going to put it?"

"Need help with putting the photos up? There's a maintenance corridor in the back of the labs that never gets used for anything," Marsh suggested. He produced a sharpie from one of his pockets and held it up. "Messages for future generations of the young, dumb, and crazy."

"I've got all my stuff set up," he answered, patting his pockets. Anything that needed actual packing, he'd packed when he got back to the dorm in the first place, and he didn't have runic weapons to charge, so his preparations had consisted of replacing what he'd used up of what he carried with him and stowing away plenty of bandages. "Just killing time now."

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