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Mercutio walked into the cafeteria with his plate stacked high- it was filled with all sorts of food for the growing boy he constantly excused himself with. This whole mission thing was unsettling him (what with how many people were showing up) and Merc ate when he got upset.

Looking around, he saw a nearby table filled with people and shrugged. He was about to scoot his girth onto that. Seeing no purchase at one table, he instead shifted his view to the empty one next to it. Meh, empty tables had never bothered him. He'd probably start zoning out part way through anyways.

Which is exactly what happened. As he daintily shoveled food into his mouth, his mind began to drift back to better days when he was younger. Goddamn, he was only 22 and he felt like ******** 90.

Amy had to agree with the response she was given. Calling everyone back like this couldn't mean anything good. "You're right, it likely isn't a good sign. Haven't heard any particulars, myself, though." She sighed, looking at her neighbor. He'd been around for a while, too. She knew she'd seen him before, though they'd never really met. "Nothing new with that though. Orders are often vague, aren't they?"

She smiled at another newcomer to the table, a Death Hunter whose face she could hardly see. The girl looked young, though. Amy wondered how young. Too young for a face like that, though.

The girl was followed quickly by another, a female who seemed older, and Amy flashed her a smile, too.

"Still, it is a bit nice to see people again. And be fed." The whole table looked eager to eat.





((If I miss anyone, I'm sorry! At work atm...it's a bit distracting. xD ))

Lyanna didn't like the free time with so many others around. A small team focused on something? That wad fine and dandy. Fun, even, under the right circumstances, but there were a lot of hunters here, most just milling about casually prepping as best they could without orders set in stone.

It... was weird.

Especially when she kept passing faces she swore she recognized, but couldn't find a name for. Luckily no one had initiated the awkward "hi, remember me?" conversation in which she would have to reveal, no, she didn't ******** remember them, but dread tickled her stomach knowing it could only be a matter of time. Oh day she'd have to work on being able to remember names... One day when she wasn't risking her a**.

Finally, with nothing to do and too much anxiety at the strange circumstances, she strode into the cafeteria. Her eyes skated across the sea of people once, and then relief flooded as she saw a guy she recognized. If the wall of muscle sitting at a table alone could really be considered just a guy. They'd been on a few missions together, and she could at least remember his name.

Mercutio. Yay Mercutio!

She flopped into the seat across from him like she owned it and tugged a wing off of his plate to munch on happily. Manners, wat? "Long time no see."

((Entering the Cafeteria))

Walking into the cafeteria, Seth looked around at the gathering people. For him it had been awhile since he had been back to the Island. Also for him it was just strange to see so many Hunters gathered too, it reminded him of his younger years. Seen no one that he knew, but then he hadn't been looking that hard, Seth went to get some food since he had gotten hungry from the trip here.

Now that he had his food and looked around for a place to sit as the scarred 19 year old didn't know who would mind him sitting with them. Quietly he walked around to find a place to sit as he didn't also want to intrude on anyone that didn't want him around.

Mya just happened to be looking towards the man who raised his eyebrow at her when she'd flopped down in her chair, and she gave him a hard stare in reply that clearly said 'got a problem?', before turning to her plate of food.

It seemed her table was destined to fill up quickly, and as much as she didn't want to, she couldn't help but hear the conversation picking up around her.

These are the people you are going to have to work with... she nearly sighed out loud in an overly dramatic manner, but managed to restrain herself. She'd been in this type of situation before, thrown in with a group that she'd rather not have to get to know on the highly likely chance that some or most of them would be dead later on. There were even a few familiar faces as she glanced around the room, her eyes flickering around between bites of her meal. A few of those faces were of hunters that she had some amount of respect for.

As the conversation at the table continued, she decided it would be for the best if she just kept her mouth shut. Because she was going to have to work with these people later, like it or not, and it would probably be for the best if she didn't piss on everyone's parade just yet.





(sorry if I missed anyone)

The Mist hunter barely paused from inhaling his food. "They normally don't tell us the important stuff until they deem it necessary." It didn't really make a difference for him, so long as he knew his mission when it was time to head out. "The least they could do was feed us. Not often that we get food as good as this."

He was watching those around him, enough to catch Mya's glare. One could say that Lucas had a weird sense of humor. If they did, it wouldn't really be a lie. "Well, if any of you lot have any questions Mya over there," he gestured at her with his fork, "just loves to help people out. She probably knows exactly what's going on here." He graced her with a wolfish grin, and then happily shoved a bite of meat into his mouth.

Too oblivious to really understand the looks, all Isaac understood were three things: first, that Cliff was an idiot and was pressing up against his shoulder. Second, that Zoey was right beside them. And third, he'd just been swindled out of some quality food.
Quality was in the tongue of the beholder, of course. And Isaac thought ketchup was above and beyond four star food.

"I think this is karmic punishment," he replied mildly, glancing over at Zoey with a wicked sort of smile. Privately, he was happy to see Zoey. They hadn't been around each other for quite some time, at least a year on Isaac's part, and he worried often about meeting her again. It was always a mystery where a hunter could end up... though perhaps less of a mystery that one of those places was inevitably death. He wanted anything but that for her.

"Hey gramps," he turned back to Cliff, "Real food too much to handle? Go get some Cream of Wheat."
At least... he thought it was Cream of Wheat.