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"Yes indeed, make fireworksss" She hissed as his rough patting upon her back caused her to stumble forward a step or two. Swinging around to try and punch him in the shoulder playfully.

"Quit pushing me around before I kill you sir~" She cooed clearly she doesn't entirely mean it.

"can I charge in behind you at least? Have your back because your depth perception is so s**t?" She grinned toothily at him, the mood quickly shifted to one of possible excitement.

"Ew sir, I don't need to know about your personal habits." She chuckled rather loudly herself though nowhere near to his. Still, she quietly mused how he walked right into that one. Still grinning from ear to ear.

"Besides, I think I'd much rather keep an ear or two. Those still seem to be in okay enough condition." Though she hoped it would stay just the lighthearted joke it was intended to be. She'd rather have his survival than an his ear on a keychain... but oh what a handsome keychain that would make if it came to it.

Ferdinand was just about to address the Sun Hunters when Lars showed up.

When Lars showed up.

When Lars scum sucking piece of maggot s**t Cohen showed up.

John's hand was on one shoulder before Ferdinand could move, and within seconds Liam's was on the other. While others leapt into action to subdue the creature as well as the idiot man who released it, Ferdinand had no choice but to stay where he was. He looked none too pleased about it as he eased Albatross off of his shoulder and let its head rest upon the ground. Instead of wrapping his hands around Lars Cohen's throat as he should have been, he folded them over the axe handle and watched.

There was no love lost between Lars Cohen and Ferdinand Bolinsky, so the Sun Hunter was not entirely opposed to standing around and watching the b*****d get killed. Once upon a time, Ferdinand even had half a mind to do it himself. In the months following Lars' sudden reappearance with the weapon he now called his, Ferdinand had questioned his story. He'd known the man who had supposedly fallen in combat; a soft-spoken Sun hunter by the name of Roy Benson. They met when they'd begun their training together, and had remained close friends up until the day Roy had supposedly fallen on the field.

Fallen in a fight that he could find no sign of when he went to recover the body, despite years of tracking experience. Killed by a creature Lars stumbled to describe the first time around. Now, of course, he had the story straight. Now, he remembered every detail. Ferdinand had heard the story time and time again, loudly slurred as the despicable man tried to bed some fawning barmaid. Now, he remembered every spike and claw, every eye and tooth. He remembered every step, and every miraculous thing he'd done to almost save Roy's life.

Almost.

Ferdinand knew Roy, for damn sure, and he knew Lars Cohen was a lying sack of s**t. Ferdinand spent the better part of six months trying to forget him. A man who their leadership at the time didn't think important enough to look for his body, or even confirm his death. They didn't have the time to give the Benson family any closure. He had spent the better part of six months trying hard to forget so that he could just move on.

That was how Ferdinand killed Roy Benson's memory with whiskey and beer. And for the rest of his life, he would silently wondered how Lars Cohen had killed the original.

“He's not worth it...again,” Liam spoke quietly.

John nodded in agreement, but only tightened his grip on Ferdinand's shoulder.

“Naw, he ain't,” Ferdinand drawled in the the thick southern accent that no man named Ferdinand should logically have. He looked over to Liam, and met the Death Hunter's eyes.

“But Roy was,” he finished, before yanking Albatross from the dirt and pushing through the crowd that stood between him and Lars Cohen. When Lars looked up, it would be only to find red eyes and a wide grin coming at him slowly through the crowd.

And that sharp voice: “C'mere, boy.”

It always seemed like Piglet was the last to slink his way into the mission, not that anyone really noticed him coming or going. Just the way he liked it.

The situation was dire. Terrible even. It didn't surprise the life hunter to hear the word 'apocalypse' thrown around, and the less he thought about it, the better off he would be. Pretend it was just another mission. He was good at pretending by this point.

By the time he got down to the cages, it looked like all of them had been... Taken out.



It's a game boy color, Simon. And I can't help that I want to CATCH THEM ALL! He hissed angrily at his weapon, arms folding in front of him. He was chargeless. Ergo, he was probably up s**t creek without a paddle.

Yeah. His only friend.

No need to worry. I'm sure things will work out. They always do. Of course, always was a bit too strong of a word to be using in such dire conditions. Wordlessly, the small boy ambled over to the nearest wall and crouched, aiming to avoid being seen and spoken to.

She frowned.

"No. Not at all. What you see now is me running on what might be about a collective of three hours." She confessed. At least it seemed to explain her being at least two shades paler than usual and.. raggeder edges.

"What about you?" She hoped by turning it back on him she'd feel less guilty about the fact she failed to bring her A-game this time. It didn't work.

At Bradly's voice, Velda took a could deep breathes and then patted Henry's chest. With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, he gently set her down so she could graciously accept the boy's offering. Taking the tamagotchi, the Life leader gave him a firm hug, and a soft, slightly sad, "Thank you."

Then she took out a tiny screwdriver from the pocket of nightgown and popped open it's casing, attention fully and firmly fixed on the parts and pieces in her hand. In moments she was visibly calmer and more focused than she'd been all night. Walking to the wall, she sat down beside Pigpig, and began thoroughly dismantling the they toy, inspecting each piece as she went.

Henry gave Bradly a firm stare and then nodded his head, "By the merest chance, you did exceptionally well with that." Then he glanced back at Velda and realized what she was wearing, and sighed again before striding off to find her more appropriate, not to mention warmer, clothes.

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. There was another man's hands in his hair. There was... another... it was like Julien's mind just completely shut off and couldn't process. He was a man of order; one who liked things to be neat, controlled, and always in their place. He was dirty, and there was another man's hands in his hair. Some random person he had barely met, that he already disliked, had his hands in his pale white-blonde locks.

The noise that left Julien Reginald Bond's throat was not a noise that a grown man should ever make, nor one that a grown woman would ever be proud of. It was Julien's extremely stressed, annoyed, and pushed beyond his limit noise. It was simply.... well, it sounded like a little girl screaming in rage on a small level. A grown man, well over six feet in height, 27 years of age, screaming like a little girl because another man's hands were in his hair.

His thin hands would begin to wrap around Lucas' wrists in response when suddenly Mya was yelling at them both. Why was she yelling at him? It was like Julien wilted, the rage leaving him only to look sullen at his lady love. Oh, wait, she was defending him! Yes! He was better than Lucas, by far. The horrible man should have just kept to himself for god's sake. Mya was there soothing him, helping him get rid of the dirt off of his clothing, and just generally trying to make everything better.

And then there was Remy. God's take that horrible woman somewhere far, far away.



SHUT IT ROBERT.



"Remy, when you've grown up and become a proper lady, I'll expect you to be half the woman Mya is." Julien snorted slightly and attempted to fix his hair with his gloved hands. He still had a sullen look on his pale face, and a sour expression to his mouth, but at least he was no longer screaming like a little girl for everyone to hear. In fact, Julien was going to act like that never happened. Better for everyone to act like it had never happened, or the big, pale man might just have to hate them more for it.

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