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"EXCUSE ME, WHAT THE HELL," shouted Caroline, from somewhere towards the far end of the train. Fortunately, her headset was being held at a distance, as she was busy scowling at it. "Did I just hear--I'm not kidnapping Santa, assholes! How do I explain that to a two-year-old without any gifts, huh? Yeah, Peter, grandma pissed off the guy with all the magic present-giving--"

And there, suddenly, was the guy with all the magic present-giving power.

"Oh God," she groaned, covering her face in horror.

And then Jake was LITERALLY TOSSED ONCE AGAIN because apparently 160 pounds was absolutely nothing to the death lead.
It was a miracle he didn't die.
Jake groaned loudly and decided that perhaps playing dead would actually get him dead, and so he got up. Only to come face to face with Santa.
IT WAS TOO ******** EARLY FOR THIS s**t.

"Mark, compared to you I'm a ******** SAINT."
Ok no it was a lie. SANTA was a lie.
And... he probably should have been mad at Caelius for almost killing him not once but twice, but he too shared the same sentiment as Rep/Caelius in that this fat jolly man was better off dead.
His head was pounding and Mark/Lucky sexting each other (he totally didn't know what that meant) wasn't helping.
"MARK. LUCKY. SHUT THE ******** UP. YOU TWO CAN GO ******** EACH OTHER AFTER THIS GODDAMN MISSION OK I DON'T CARE ANYMORE."

His weapons too were summoned and he glared menacingly at the iconic figure of Christmas.
"I want you DEAD you ******** ain't sitting on NO ONE'S lap.

HP: 40/60

Zoobey

Oh

Molten Tigrex

my

Baneful

god

The peace was fairly short lived, if you could even really call it peace. Mark's attempts to gain everyone's attention had finally managed to snag Peyton's, and she turned, attentive, hands settling back on her sides.

And then Caelius made a second, and possibly more terrifying entrance. The Death lead seemed in rare form. Or maybe it had just been a long time since Pey had really seen much of him. It wasn't as if their paths crossed often, and even on the rare occasions that they did, they had no shared business, and didn't speak/ Which was just fine with the dainty Sun.

She took a headset for herself, then one grabbed another two so she could pass them out to the Miller boys. Then it was into the portal, where they suddenly found themselves falling, only to land in something that looked like snow, had the feel of snow, but smelled like toasted marshmallows. Peyton had let out a started yelp just before she'd hit the ground, expecting a rougher impact, and was pleasantly surprised when her shields remained untouched. When she dug herself free, shaking and brushing the odd snow from her hair and clothing, she turned in a slow circle to survey their surroundings. "Did we fall into a giant candy Christmas display...?" It was a rhetorical question, directed at no one, though Warrick did provide an answer by way of puzzled grunt.

"Andy? Jordan?" She wasn't sure where they had landed, but there was much time to look. The train was coming. Their mission was to get on it, which meant that they'd hopefully all end up in the same place. It was wiser to stick to their orders, than to try to search for the boys.

Pausing beside the tracks, Peyton waited, then sprang forward as the graham cracker cars started whistling past.




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Ezekiel had kept to himself at the lighthouse as they'd waited. Watching, but not interacting. Until the Death lead returned, demanding attention, and laid out the specs of their mission. He took a headset as they were presented, took a moment to get it on, to check his S.P.E.C.T.R.E. watch, then he was moving forward with the rest of them.

And like everyone else, he wasn't expecting the portal to spit them out in midair. At the very least, the landing wasn't too bad. The snow, if it was snow, tasted remarkably toasted marshmallows, and Zeke knew that because he'd landed face down and gotten a big mouthful.

What do you think, Laggy?

{I think you are in trouble here, boil.} Though the valkyrie couldn't have said why, when pressed. It'd just been a feeling.

Zeke sighed, fell into a jog as the train back zipping past, and managed to grab hand rail on the back of one of the cars to haul himself up.

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Things had just started to get interesting, and then Caelius had shown up again and made them very interesting. Gretchen had stiffened at his appearance, smile slipping away completely as she stood a little straighter.

The fall had been unexpected, of course, and she couldn't quite help the shocked scream on the way down, and only managed to cut it off at a disgusted, snarling hiss from Devika before she'd landed in a heap of snow.

She wasn't sure where Micah had ended up, but some of the other's were rushing for the train, jumping on board, ad Gretchen moved to follow.

Only to realize that her artificial leg did not work so well in snow. "Aw, crap!"



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Liam beamed at the reassurance and the pat to his cheek, chuckling softly. "Good." She didn't look shaken any longer, so whatever had managed to unsettle the woman was no longer in play, or so he hoped.

He did blinked curiously as she started a question, but she didn't finish it, and he's response was a hapless shrug before they were moving with the group. Only, "hey, is that...Harper!" She must have gotten roped into the impromptu mission as well. He lifted a hand, waving to catch the girl's attention before falling into line for the portal and stepping through.

"Jesus Christ!" That had been unexpected. Wide eyed, the former soccer star pulled himself free of the sweet smelling snow, shaking to rid himself of the worst of it.

And then teh train started zipping by, other huntrs jumping on board, and Liam swore loudly as he fell into a sprint, trying to catch up.

2DMG TO TRAIN?

"Oh yeah? Well, maybe I will," Lucky countered into the headset with another laugh. Casually, he picked up an attacking gingerbread dinosaur and bit its head clean off. He continued to berate Mark between the mouthful of strangely licorice-flavored cookie. "Wow Mark it's too bad I'm going to unfollow you, now I'll never be able to see you tell me what a bad idea this is. Oh, hi Jake!"

Lucky waved jovially at Kostya, and Caroline, as if nothing was wrong. I mean, everything seemed okay now. Wonderful, even! All the toys had stopped attacking them. And even though he was starting to feel dizzy, it was a very festive kind of dizzy.

HP: 30
Joy: 40/100

It was hard to stay focused, and he wobbled as he got to his feet, pulling out a golden candy coin from his hair that was stuck with frosting and instantly wanting a shower. While the place was something from his childhood dreams, somewhere when he still didn't worry about crazed monsters at night and only thought of reindeer floating through space, he couldn't really delight too much in it with the severe headache.

Taking off his glasses, he stared about as toys danced about asking him to sit on Santa's lap.

"Okay way too old for me to be sitting on his lap." He said. "I draw the lap sitting age at Lawr." He joked, tossing the candy coin at a pink teddy-bear that was pawing at his legs.

The headset rang and he called back out. "I have no idea what is going on. Some toys and Santa and I really need a shower and a nap. I could go for some milk though." The place did look really good to eat.

"So, how you doing there?" He asked on the headset. Nice voice.


Melvin's HP: 28
Joy: 10

It was hard to maintain any kind of wariness or alertness when you were feeling a bubbly, anticipatory happiness. They were in Christmas, after all. Jordan found that he was grinning and watching the toys as they danced and sang. It was a pleasant and familiar feeling.

HP: 50
JOY: 10

Kostya only barely managed to hold onto his probable-explosives, swaying a bit.

"I think," he said, almost dreamily, "ve might be in trouble. Ded Moroz is very happy about putting people on lap." He raised a hand to wave at Lucky, smiling back.

What a strange sight, that must have been.

You know. In addition to toys violently whaling on a bunch of euphoric adults.

hp 50
joy 20