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Scrapings from the bark of the Tree of Life scratched off and fell onto the toe of #387's standard issue boot.

His right fist was pressed against the tree; stopped dead in its tracks after slamming in; and there was no movement at all from the Hunter 2nd Class except that of his eyes darting from side to side to assess the situation.

"Location... unknown."

The last thing he'd known was that he was working out in the training room, but halfway into a punch thrown at the sandbag everything had suddenly shifted into the surroundings he now found himself in. It defied all explanation... but #387 was a soldier, he didn't need to know why. All he needed to know was what his surroundings were, and what directive to follow in dealing with the current situation.

"Environment... unknown."

He retracted his fist, adjusting the gloves upon both hands to sit properly again, and made an observation around him. He was at the trunk of a tree, above him and below him it seemed to continue for eternity, all around him there was a mass of swirling colors that did not resemble any landscape that he was familiar with, and the only viable option for dealing with the situation was recon.

Behind him the limb upon which he stood seemed to continue for miles into the void, with no end in sight.

"Equipment... inadequate."

He had nothing. Only dressed in the undersuit for his field uniform, wearing the standard issue boots and the standard issue gloves that closely resembled gauntlets in their own right. He didn't even have his helmet and visor, much less Force, Deadly Force, or Reserve.

Scractching his boot soles upon the tree bark he tested the limb for stability, and tested his own footing to ensure that his traction would not give; and then he set off down the endless tree limb at a tactical jog.

"Commencing operation."

"I knew there was a reason I thought you were interesting." A vaguely familiar voice would be heard, about a second before the feeling of a riding crop would slice along his leg. "Didn't your mother tell you it was rude to not stand when a lady entered the room."

Minxi entered, her red hair sweeping over her shoulder in a thick braid as she entered into Gamma's view, the riding crop that -should- have been in Gamma's possession snapping idly against her other hand as she gave him a look of 'It took you long enough'. Took him long enough to do what remained unsaid, but she didn't clarify. It wasn't something she did. She made statements or gave orders. That was about it. She still hadn't even commented on why she thought he was interesting.

"You have to be one of the more ******** up individuals I've met, Gamma..." She paused as she began to sit down. "Just realized I've haven't seen your face before. It's got character." She flipped her braid off her shoulder and sat down. Her own face was attractive more in a power and confidence way. Classic Beauty, strong features. Think redheaded Angelina.

"At least it wasn't in vain. I assume the man who killed me fulfilled his promise at least since I'm here." She leaned against the table, not paying the odd decorations any mind.

"Still want more money?" Straight and to the point. No point in BSing around after all.

"Then there's really no point to this meeting, I suppose." the first time any emotion had seeped into her voice. "I suggest you get rid of the crop and marble if you don't want me haunting your dreams...." She stood up. "I will be free again, with or without your help."

"I'll give you that point." It was then more evident that she wasn't wearing what she had worn the two times he'd seen her before in. It wasn't the white military uniform, but a strange outfit almost like a toga. With a white cape over it. Still looked military-esque...but more...antiquated.

"No harm, no foul. See you in your dreams." And with that, she began to walk past him, to exit from the dream.

It would be a while for #387 to jog tactically before he finally met someone.

John Tomorrow stood on the tree branch, watching his opponant come towards him, waiting for him. He was still dressed in his Tribal battle-garb, his hands hanging loose by his sides, his hammer hanging in his right hand. His battle against Juunikyuu had been short-lived, and he hadn't left the Void yet...which meant that someone was still after him.

Or she hadn't been the one he was supposed to fight.

He stood ready, his legs spread, his hand tightening around the grip of his hammer. He lifted his head up to look full-on at the enemy.

"Come on. Lets se hvem er det bedre."

His opponant was unarmed. Although John recognised the fact that you gave the enemy no quarter, he also realised the need to preserve what little honor he had left.

Unlooping the hammer's thong from his wrist, he tossed it away, the heavy weapon flying over the edge of platform they stood on to dissapear into the inky blackness within.

All this as #387 spoke. He seemed like a robot, always announcing his intentions. Would that come to John's advantage?

It didn't matter. Balling his fists, John roared as he suddenly skidded forward, coming in close to #387 with his fists up. His first attack was a jab - which feinted left, allowing for his hard right to swing in toward's #387's head whilst he tried to block or deflect the left jab.

Suddenly a rift opened and out of it fell Sutiiven. Or at least, someone whom looked exactly like Sutiiven. The real one was still in Lament, fighting some psychopath... or perhaps this was the real one? Perhaps a strange time/space paradox caused by the odd attack from his other opponent had sent him here, or perhaps it had created a doppelganger or a completely seperate entity? Maybe he had been summoned at a moments notice from somwhere inside the void, leaving his attacker in Lament alone, or perhaps recreating himself here? The Ethereal Void was a strange place, and it was anyones guess as to the reason for his now being here. The present Sutiiven glanced back and forth, immensly perplexed.

"Uhhhh... whatever the hell is going on, its not my fault."