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What’s that? More first aid material? Molly was all over that. She wandered away from her current gathering of Misties to approach the table with the basic runic bandages on it. “Thank you so much, sir!” She chirped, taking one for herself and then moving off to go and secure it in her bag. Once that was done, she shifted her bag once more and then looked around.

She caught sight of Rep, and paused for a moment in thought. Making up her mind, she smiled and came over to him, giving him a wave. She then looked around, as if she was being cautious of someone, and leaned towards the red head. “I like to look at the bright side, Rep!” She whispered with a smile. “If something happens, at least we won’t have to fulfill Dakota’s favors, right?” Molly teased.

The moon trainee almost lost her balance as Robert reached out to snatch her up, immediately pulling her close. But of course, that would have been impossible -- even if she had tripped, he would have never let her fall, quite capable of not only catching her but picking her up right off the ground if he so desired (which he did frequently enough.) Still, she seemed less surprised by that response than she had been by his whistle, not even seeming to mind that he encompassed her completely. Where she would have looked extremely awkward even casually being touched by nearly anyone else, Petra seemed almost relaxed in Robert's arms, subtly leaning back against the firm, broad expanse of his chest where it was pressed against her back. Lifting her hands to rest them on her fiance's arms, she gave no one in particular a little eye-roll, as if she were being only tolerant of his antics, but a sharp eye would have been able to notice how her thumb brushed over the sleeve of his hunter coat affectionately, returning his possessiveness.

Not that he had anything to worry about -- it seemed Jerry was far more preoccupied with Sasha, enough that the former Zeta member was stumbling over his words a little. Curiouser and curiouser. Although it could very well have been because Candace was being blatantly affectionate with a man likely twice her age. It was one of those things Petra, being as clueless as she was when it came to human interaction, would likely never understand.

But while Jerry's nervousness had sparked a slight interest in the moon trainee, it was Sasha who really demanded her attention. The moment the girl's expression lit up, Petra found her attention drawn inexplicably to the girl, midnight blue eyes meeting the ones which gleamed with happiness almost as acutely as the broad smile. So genuine it seemed, in fact, that she could have sworn she felt a warmth from the female Life hunter, one which was not not only unusual within the confines of Deus, but almost unheard of but between close friends. It was... infectious. Furrowing her eyebrows for a second in a moment of perhaps embarrassed uncertainty, it disappeared within the span of a heartbeat, replaced instead by the slightest of smiles from the normally stoic girl.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Sash-- adjgacklck!"

Making a comical face as Robert blew a raspberry into the crook of her neck, Petra wiggled a little in her fiance's grasp, flushing a little in surprise before she twisted her head to stare up at him a little darkly, pursing her lips.

Harrison wasn't going to snub an extra set of bandages, but he looked nervously at the real Moon Hunters in the background. They didn't seem too happy about it. Probably because it was a waste of supplies.

He set his shoulders. It wasn't going to be a waste.

"Thanks, Allan...tighto. Sir," he said, taking a box. He put it in his jacket pocket with the other tin.

Sydney headed straight for the supplies offered, picking up a box and thanking Allan. She wasn't about to turn down a bandage, not after her few missions.

Leon was not going to pass up on bandages. It was part of his attire afteralll as he sauntered up to the table and put one in his fannypack.

Yes he had a fanny pack for missions, shut up.

"Well Allan, guess you've been stockpiling supplies for emergencies like this huh?" the boxer said gruffly and grinned at the more experienced hunter and the pile of first aid supplies that rivaled that in the labs. hopefully these wouldn't be as deadly with its side effects.

"If only the scanners got improved since the last mission." he thought with a frown, they needed every thing in tip top shape, and having bad equipment meant potentially facing another situation like in the cave, and having a deadly opponent sneak up on them again was not going to be good. he spent the next minute experimentally tapping the device and checking in on all the people present, in case of any fluctuations that could be noted before the mission.

and promptly frowned at all the various instances of affection, didn't they realize there was a viable chance this potentially the last time they could see each other again? Maybe that's why meathead.

"maybe so Nid, maybe so."

The Mist trainee had to laugh, despite the idea that they’d welcome death over some ominous favors.

She couldn’t help but look around again, just to make sure said favor holder wasn’t near by. She grinned at the red head in return. “Hey Rep…! If you need…you know…a buddy—“ She made a gesture at the Moon Trainees. “And if my orders permit it, just let me know, alright? I’ll do whatever I can to help out!”

Heavy Weapon kin-ship.

Mercedes followed her pseudo-leader (hey in her eyes Candace was a leader, even if there was no official title to accompany her), sullen eyes darting between Molly and Deryk, whom actually she'd just realized wasn't even part of her division. Shucks, he seemed like a nice guy to get to know. The odds of BOTH of them coming out alive and not fractured enough to continue to "HANG OUT" if you could even call it that were unfortunately low. Or at least the code of Deus would insinuate that. Still, she offered the boy another salute before she was called over to their small congregation. Oh the tiny little division of mist..



Everyone had their chance to tell their dear friends goodbye and yet here Mercedes stood with just a few people she was able to smile at if only for a second and the weapon she'd bonded with. Why couldn't she have found a nicer creature? Why did it have to be the one guiding her along? She felt cheated by this, cheated by the fact that there actually were hunters with better relationships with their weapons and that should any of them die, including herself, then they'd die either with the measly human satisfaction that they died with someone... but for Mercedes? Dying with Hadjoc was the same as dying alone.



Hadjoc was interrupted when Candace brought around the headsets and raised a hand to take one from the Mist hunter. "I uh, I'd imagine we can't do without, there's just so many people ehre.."

Doof hcum os~

The cooing sound the ravenmocker made was unsettling. She eyeballed Molly and Candace as they talked quietly, and bit her lip. These were her superiors for sure. Mercedes was usually very confident but the mystery and drama surrounding this particular mission would make her sick in the end. Why couldn't things be more black and white? Not a question to ask Caelius for sure brah.

Though one thing could have made her more ill and that was watching the mist 'lead' she'd admired gushing up to the Doctor, a shiver sending all the hairs on her arms and neck on end. Secretly, Mercedes was convinced the Doctor was a vampire wraith demon but such suspicions were best kept to herself.

^^^^idk but this paragraph decided to italicize itself entirely