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"The New Years thing wasn't so bad," she told Davey, wincing at Ami's reply. More work. She wouldn't complain normally, but once she started up her Death chores . . . Oh boy. Her schedule would be full along with the personal problems she was involved in. "Just an alternate universe where Deus was thriving. Town was alive, people came to camps, that sort of thing."

She still missed it.

Stormy gave a low hum at Gale's departing kiss, his fingers meeting resistance as they slid from hers. "Light it is." There were new people around and it was somewhat her duty to look into it, but all she wanted to do was leave. Too many people, too many people. Too much noise.

Taking a deep breath, she got up and started to make her way over and out. In passing she clumped Nevada and Otto into a bear hug (perhaps almost uncomfortably tight with how long she held it) before murmuring, "Text me if you wanna talk about it."

At the edge of the crowd, though, she saw Sherry with an unfamiliar girl and, deciding at least a little work was alright, hovered over. "Hullo, Sherry!" she greeted brightly. "Aaaand hullo, new girl! Welcome to Deus! Did they tell you anything before you guys arrived?"

Poor Noah, Peyton kept hold of his hand as she weaved through the bodies of other hunters, and he poor guy was just along for the ride. The closer she got the easier it was to see, and she blinked as she noticed Gale standing beside the dainty blonde, introducing himself, welcoming her, and she put on a little burst of speed to slip through the last of the milling Hunters.

She kept hold of Noah's hand right up until she was right beside the slightly smaller blonde, and let go only because she needed both hands to catch thin shoulders, spinning Astrid about until they were facing each other. And it wasn't gentle, but Peyton needed to know if this was indeed her sister, and when lavender eyes fell on familiar hazel they widened.

Hands fell away from the other girl's shoulders, but she lifted one to catch the delicate point of a tanned chin, tipping that head up, to the side, and when she was sure. When she was absolutely sure that this was indeed her flesh in blonde--her baby sister--a somewhat broken sound escaped from her throat before she could prevent it. "Aszy what are you doing he?" Maybe she should have been happy to see her, it had been a long time, years in fact, but if anything she sounded upset.

She wasn't supposed to be here, in this place. This wasn't what she wanted for her. This isn't how it was supposed to be. What the ******** had happened?

Her hand fell away, sort of hovering between them for a handful of seconds, then she was pulling the smaller girl in, wrapping arms around her, and holding tightly. Eyes still wide, intense, fearful.

She didn't have a weapon. She wasn't safe.

Finally released, Milo took the chance to finish up the last bit of OJ in his cup. Only so much of the food had been taken, mostly by others it seemed... or Jack and it was kind of forgotten in favor of conversation and the sudden appearance of the fabled Dr. H and a small collection of new people. The brunette spared them a glance before returning to the pink haired girl.

"Aa, she's Noemi, lives across the hall from me." He explained, setting hit cup elsewhere on the bleachers.

Chel's attention soon turned elsewhere, so he turned to direct his back to the red head. Who seemed to be trying to flee? Milo held out a hand, reaching, "Aaa ~ Noemi-chan ~ we could do it together, care after these poor souls, protect and nurture. Together. We can be as the Go-Ong Wings!" Besides the whole liking the idea of taking someone under his wing, that double pay thing didn't seem too bad.

Said red-head was almost scooted off the bench when Milo reached for her.

"Poor souls?" she laced her hands..."Protect them?" That's what her job was so...."I don't understand what you are saying...." She blinked and maybe scooted closer. "But I will help you, si?" Maybe it'd be okay with Milo, and he had his shirt on and wasn't posing so.

She watched the pink haired hunter fly off and looked back to Milo. "So...who do we take?"

"You can still be a paranormal investigator!" He said with excitement, "After all, this is kind of what being a Hunter is about, right? Better yet, we get fancy gadgets!" Which was part of the reason he loved being in Moon. All the building and tinkering he could enjoy.

"Lively is a good word. I think I have a bit too much energy to go around." He gave a hardy laugh. "Leave the babysitting to the experts." He patted the man on the shoulder, "We'd just get them lost."

"I can't help but notice you seeming distracted." He looked over to Ian. "Friend?"

Gale's expression was vaguely exasperated at the height comment, but he refrained from actually saying anything to contradict this. "Ye-es...well," he said, sliding his hands into the pockets of his coat. "Not everyone here is an overgrown white haired giant."

Meaning a certain hunter whose name started with a B and ended with an ix, but Gale just smiled slightly and added, "Nice to meet you, Astrid."

The exasperation in his tone grew a little. "I see the good doctor has been giving you the grand introduction. Not so sure saving the world is such an accurate phrase, but we do our best to make things right here. We fight against monsters," he explained, "born from fear and from...well, whatever else. They exist and we go after them."

There was a small pause. "For the most part," Gale amended, as footsteps indicated someone else was coming nearer. He turned his head and caught a brief glimpse of Peyton before she'd flung her arms around Astrid and dragged her near for a hug. Somewhat startled, Gale took a step back, nearly running into the young man that had come along with Peyton.

"Hey," he said, and since the two girls were currently occupied, he thought it best to introduce himself. "I'm Gale. I'm guessing you know Peyton, and her..." He waved a hand in Astrid's general direction, not quite sure how they knew each other just yet, though if he had to guess by the color of their hair, he would have said sisters.

He was still a little groggy, with such a lackluster wake-up call thrown on top of everything else considered but there was an infinite gladness to be home, even if home was Deus, and to know that it had all only been a dream. His entrance into the gymnasium was particularly late, and particularly ill timed, as he made his way over to Ian, interrupting their party with a beaming smile as he slid an arm over Ian’s shoulder, staring not at all subtly at the faces he didn’t know. He was a bit of a shock, what with his mussed pink hair pulled loosely into a ponytail at the back of his head, but his friendliness was genuine, well, genuine to most, as he pointedly ignored Alistaire.

“Family reunion, huh?” he said brightly, grinning widely at Jordan and the newcomer.