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Dis was still drapped over Marcus as the moon hunter nodded at Kat. It really would come out... sooner than later really. "it'll fade... I imagine too many guys will start to mourn breasts..." He rubbed his chin, followed by Dis doing it, a wince on Marcus's face while the weapon did so.
"Miss my beard... and Cass..." The mention of the name was with a sigh, (an eye roll from Dis).

Mark called for Action getting a groan. "Good to know we'll be exploited no matter what the situation eh?"

Then Cass....as... Allan..
"Okay yeah this.... I'm going to hopefully chalk this up to a bad day." He cast a worried look in the direction of his fiancee. Getting his roll he wasn't sure how to take that. Death... Well, it was better than most. Like being a sun... Even if Cass was apparently cast as Allan.

"Well, seeing as the world is still moving and we're all making fools of ourselves, let's get this over with."

Giving Kat a wave, Marcus stripped off his coat and shirt, handing them off to Dis who was grinning like a fool.
"Good luck my Marcus~"


He didn't really need, luck. The climb to the top wasn't so bad, and once at the top, it was easy enough to stretch and flex for a good minute. He gave looks of what he hoped people knew was loathing, (but he was pretty sure that with the current hellish face it might have looked like some angsty smoulder). Dis was making a wolf whistle at him as well. Lovely. "My loathing for this situation is only matched by my loathing of the fact that I can't kill you." It was hard to tell if this was 'acting' or Marcus straight up 'talking' to Dis. "I'll do what is needed, and once I've satisfied those requirements, I'll do as I want."
Then came the somersaults- well he was just thankful he had practice free running to have balance. The dive wasn't bad either, not from his view anyway. The last glare, he managed to just say "******** you."

Once out of the pool, the moon hunter, (playing death), just kind of shrugged. Dis was pouting.

He figured that was good right?


(Death, Fine with heights, 2 somersaults, and a pretty ok dive

Swimming. Swimmingggggg. Ever since she had first arrived, Stormy had hoped the facility had a pool of some sort, and this was her first chance to finally make use of one. Though she was normally camera shy . . . Dang. The things she did to get into the water. The slip she drew told her to play someone in Life, but how much did she know about the division really? Sherry was nice, Sasha had been somewhat kind (or at least protective to some degree), but otherwise . . . All that came to her head were lifeguards and lab techs, and who would rather play the latter when the former were at least lauded on a regular basis? Not to mention her experience with techs thus far had been mostly neutral, leaning towards "being their play thing". She could still feel all those dart that had hit her at once during Super Jenga. So uncalled for.

Approaching Jason, she thrust her journal and pen into his arms, soaking or not. "Watch this for me real quick, please and thank you~" was all Stormy said before she flounced off.

Wait, did bishounen flounce? Well she supposed it mattered based on the personality she wanted to play. Life . . . lifeguard . . . She wanted to try to be something she wasn't. Beefy, badass, and somehow graceful. Okay. Yeah. Hopefully no-one would be able to connect the male version of her to the female one later.

Stormy set her jaw, balled up her slender hands into fist, and marched to the ladder with purpose. "You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach! Get away from her!"she yelled, surprised that her bishounen self's voice, while deeper, still cracked with how shrill it sounded; okay, beefy was out the window., and probably badass too Whirling to punch the invisible enemy, an impulse hit the trainee and she suddenly found herself shirtless and slapping another enemy away. Grasping the sides of the ladder, Stormy clambered up a few rungs and kicked away another invisible opponent, shrieking, "You shall not pass!" for a hopefully dramatic effect.

And then she realized how high up the ladder went and felt herself shake. Oh God oh God oh God. Shaky hands pulled her up rung by rung. Ohgod ohgod ohgod. She clung to the ladder for dear life as it shook under her nervousness. Ohgodohgodohgod - "This is so going into nope territory . . ." But eventually the trainee crawled onto the diving board, hugging it for dear life - and then made the mistake of looking down.

"Nope," she squeaked, scooting back to the platform. Thane made a growling sound in her head to rouse her back into action, and with a hard swallow Stormy forced herself to her feet and dusted herself off. "My Lady, forgive me for ever leaving your side. I am no Moon, but it's my sworn duty to look after you. I might be in Life, but you are my life." This was followed by a face signifying she had returned affections of her own, though the elation quickly soured as Stormy tried to grasp at air. The heroine - er, scantily clad bikini woman with big tits - had been snatched away by the dastardly horseman, but before she could dive after them, she'd have to deal with the mooks she had fended off earlier.

Sucking in her stomach, she bent away from a sword swipe and hopped onto the diving board. "Don't you know you can't kill a Lifer?" she taunted, leaping into a somersault to avoid a second attack. "You can't 'cause -" Another bouncing flip. "We'll just patch ourselves right back up!" Closer and closer to the edge she grew with each somersault, the momentum carrying her away as she marveled at her temporary bonus at flexibility. "Everlasting Life, yeah~!" She tried to add in a shirt-whip in retaliation, but that was when Stormy bounced her fourth and bounced her last; her feet never made it back to the diving board.

She soared down with the grace of a stack of stapled paper: spread-eageled and twisting this way or that. "I'll saaaave youuuuuu!" the trainee squeaked in fear rather than heroically, at the last minute tilting herself so that she wasn't slapping the water when she dove in. Coming up for air seconds later, breathless and anxious but most of all glad to finally be on the ground, she got her hair out of her face, let the water sparkle along with her natural sparkles as she pushed some hair behind an ear, and waddled out with her shirt trailing behind her like the world's least useful towel.

She wasn't quite able to say anything just yet - water had been shoved up her nose and that had been rather painful to experience - but she gave Patches a rough and hopefully manly pat on the shoulder in passing as she went to find Jason for her journal.


(( Life/ scared shitless of heights / 4 flips + accidental somersault off diving board / okay dive ))

(( Life Division, got this handled, 1 somersault, competent dive ))

It should have been difficult to imagine the diving board as a cliff and a distressed victim at the top. It wasn't. There were sparkles. Jordan climbed up the ladder rapidly, barely noticing the height - oh yeah, he was supposed to be in Life division for this role - how did you even indicate that? He settled on, "For science!"

Ferros was laughing hysterically and making it difficult to keep a straight face. Shut up, Jordan said. His somersault was half-hearted, but plenty of experience in falling off surfboards helped him hit the water without making it into a giant, painful bellyflop.

(Death, A little nervous, 1 somersault, Ouch!- Belly flop)

Sherry wasn't sure about this. She wasn't even sure she wanted to be in movie. But, since she was already here, she might as well audition and see what happened. You never know. The world was full of stories about awesomely breaking into the industry and having dreams come true. So yeah, sure. Why not?

If her weapon could have flipped tables right at that moment, she would have. Armagnac could think of a million other things she'd rather they be doing. Too bad Sherry was running the show.

Sherry looked up at the ladder as she removed her t-shirt. Ok. She could do this. She'd drawn Death Division, and she had a pretty good idea of how to handle that. She just needed a moment to get into character. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. The sounds of water, chatter, and whatever else was happening all faded away as the expression on Sherry's face intensified.

The golden eyes opened, flashing with intense determination. Sherry- No, Sherman of the Death Division (character, she had to stay in character) started to climb the ladder, determined and wearing an irritated scowl. She didn't want to have to save the damsel in distress, but if no one else was going to, then she would do it. But she was in Death, and therefore the whole situation made her grumpy, hence the scowl. "Stupid girls, getting themselves in stupid trouble," she muttered- clearly because that was how all of death division felt about saving people. She went up the ladder quick as she could, never letting that scowl off her face, and doing her very best to have super intense, determined eyes. They would have been awesome in a close-up.

At the top of the ladder-- wow. It was was really high. She should probably be a little bit careful. Oh. Right. Character and instructions. Sherry put her best super-determined-intense-idon'twanttosaveanyonebutiwill-scowl back on. She pointed down the length of the diving board and opened her mouth to say, "Don't think you can run from me!" in the best grumpy tones she could muster. (She really needs to meet more deathies.)

She leaped forward, doing a somersault just like she'd been ordered. It was a gorgeous somersault, on that would have clearly dodged a whole ton of bullets. She only did one, though. Because nothing reminds you that you are super high in the air quite like a somersault, in character or not. Still, she found that X.

She paused to glare intensely at the imagined enemy, who were getting away. And then the imaginary bullet struck- right in the chest. "Oomph!" Sherry's hand clutched at the imaginary wound, and she fell forward, off the diving board. Sherry let the scowl fade just a hint, but the fierceness never left her eyes. Sherman of the Death Division was intense and angry and on the surface mean as hell, but deep down--

Sherry hit the water in the most painful belly flop she'd ever had. Oh my god. Ow. The moment her stunned muscles moved again she curled up into a fetal position right there under the water. That hurt.



Shut it. Sherry would have scowled as she made her way out of the pool, but she hurt too much for that.