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E4 gave E11 a long, frustrated glare. She didn't understand him. She really, really, really didn't understand him. In fact, she sort of regretted aligning herself with him at all. If he was afraid of spiders, how the hell was he going to kill people in order to survive? Killing people. Yes, that was what was on the table: killing to survive.

Shadowed eyes moved over to Two. "I don't think everyone here understands what it's going to take to make it that far," she said flatly. What allegiance did she have to her old group other than waking up in a tent with them? She definitely didn't think sticking with E11 for too long was a good idea.

Eta Four stared blankly at Gamma Three and then Gamma Two. "I'm calling her Kate. It's been decided." E4 was pretty sure that being tackled by someone gave you the permission to also name them. It wasn't simple math. It was street rules. The streets of wherever Eta Four was from.

Probably.

Getting back to her feet, E4 brushed off her armor. G12 was speaking now, and it wasn't precisely what Eta Four thought friendly. There was a veiled threat. "Yeah, and we have a tent full of people who feel exactly the same. The question is -- do you want to stick with the people whose tent you woke up in, or do you want to work with the people who were cunning enough to actual venture out?" Eta IV didn't want to die, and she was willing to do anything to align herself with the strongest players.

“Well, if past experience is any indication, we wait for a plane to crash, fight a bunch of ********, and then somehow fly a crashed plane off of this island.

Also something about magical wheels. Not one hundred percent, Jack.”

A bond was forming. She could feel it.

“Well, looks like we've got a problem on our hands, man. We've got twelve, we're allowed thirteen. I vote we adopt Jack here. At least she's got some balls, a spine, and a decent weapon. And we can trade her in if we get tired of her. Like a whatshit.”

A digipet? A pokeyhorse? Ah – a pokemon.

“She can be our pikachu.”

Eta Four shook her head. "Fine, I'm Jack. I'm Pikachu. I don't care. But I also want to be alive. So I'm going to do everything in my own power to make that happen -- including not throwing my fate off to whatever put me here." She slid up beside Nine. Even though the girl seemed hesitant, she was also willing to do the necessary things. And she carved a good map. E4 wasn't too keen on just up and leaving her, and she didn't think it was a good idea to join up with the Gammas as the only Eta. Those were always the first people voted off of the island.

Which in this case meant, you know, death.

This was a battle for survival. Did Gamma 12 really think that trust was going to carry her through? This was some Hunger Games s**t, E4 was sure of it. There were cameras hidden everywhere, and some rich people were watching this for amusement.

"I don't know," she said. "I like the ones who leave the tent."

Her eyes narrowed on the fog. "I don't like the idea of staying here. We can stand here and talk about who to trust or we can go try to figure out something useful. Can we atleast agree on that?"

"Of course not everyone is going to make it to the end. And if by some miraculous reason we do... there's going to be one heck of a bloodbath," he frowned.

"I suppose we could form some sort of truce in the meantime. We have a whole week to see if we'll kill one another anyway... I'm sure there's plenty of other teams who'll want nothing else but to have our heads on a platter," he added somewhat sarcastically, "And besides, like yIII said, we have room for one more."

Lowering his gun for now, he peered at the blue people some more, making out the n-like symbol on their helmets. He couldn't recall which greek letter that represented, but it didn't matter a whole lot. They weren't gammas.

"Lets keep moving. Like yVII said, if we keep staying around like this, more people may come and there's a pretty good chance that they won't be very friendly," he said while looking around, "Who knows, maybe it'll be some guy wearing a mask wielding a chainsaw. Won't that be fun?"

He wasn’t liking this scenario. Not one bit. η XI had been hoping to avoid battling until there were only a few left. He was a violent jerk, but he wasn’t a murderer. He scowled from behind his mask, although he probably just looked completely stoic. η VI was still back at their tent, and she had shown some concern for others. Maybe she wouldn’t be the best battler, but she had loyalty. η XI wasn’t sure which he preferred. He actually wasn’t all concerned with the whole survival scenario. He wasn’t begging for death, but he just wasn’t too into the whole plan someone had set up for them. This didn’t seem like something he would have asked for. Did they have professional signature forgers…?

η XI looked over at η IV. “You thinkin’ of leavin’ us?” he asked, with a mix of professionalism and hurt. He wasn’t emotionally attached to her in any way, but it still felt like betrayal. “You ain’t gonna rat out where our tent is at if you leave, right?”

He frowned at the other group. “I don’t mind a ‘truce until everyone else is eliminated’ plan. Anyway, back to exploring.” He was cutting this conversation off now. And with that, he hopped away from the windmill and disappeared into the mist, moving closer to some of the abandoned buildings where he could listen without being detected. If their tent was being given up in some sort of trade, he was going to be the first to let everyone know.

Though her mask hid it, Eta Nine's face washed with relief as Four slid up beside her. So she wasn't being abandoned! Though she was far from what she would consider a coward, Nine seriously doubted her ability to survive on this island without allies. Being one of the remaining few would be next to impossible without someone on your side, and she fancied herself as one of those lucky folks. Just like everyone else, obviously, but the situation would not be helped by dwelling on the inevitable outcome. An alliance with the Gammas was an unexpected but pleasant surprise, however.

"I can definitely support a truce," she said, and to prove her point she slipped her knife into her belt and out of clutch, though she left her hands hovering by her side. But then she noticed that one of the Gammas had his hand extended for a handshake, Seven judging from the markings on his helmet. Though she was somewhat uncertain, especially since she was quite sure the handshake was meant for Eta Four, she still leaned forward and grasped his hand firmly. "Eta Nine, I suppose," she introduced, her words nice enough.

She looked to Four as she explained their goal of inspecting the windmill, her eyes barely following the retreating Eleven for a few seconds before flicking back to the other Eta. She would really rather stick together, but if he wanted to go off on his own, more power to him. She really hoped he didn't encounter any spiders. "The fog may be a bit less thick higher up, and maybe we'd be able to see if any other group tents are in the area," she offered. She still wanted to know how many people who potentially wanted to kill her were out there.

(( I have to go to bed, work in the morning, but please just assume that Eta Nine follows along with the group and doesn't do anything too outlandish or stupid. Will reply tomorrow. <3 ))

Deciding that the conversation had come to an actual close, η XI felt it was time to return to their base. He’d let the others know what was going on, and also see what sort of teammates this puppet master had picked out for him. Plus, η VI probably couldn’t hold the fort down all by herself, and maybe another group would like to head in another direction and see what else this town held for them.

As he heard the others preparing to enter the windmill, he silently slinked off into the mist, taking a snaking path to avoid giving away their home location.

((η XI is leaving The Scout Town and going to Eta Squad Base Camp. ))