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Molly beamed as Candace came over, and she placed her hands on the woman’s arms. “Hello, even prettier lady!” She giggled a bit, and then waved to Cass enthusiastically as she came in. “Oh, yes! I’d love to meet everyone!” She moved closer, though before she could try and get introductions, Aria seemed to get this meeting rolling. Molly paused, and her brows furrowed in thought. Any ideas…well…she did have one idea…

But she didn’t want to sound stupid…but…she really wanted to try…

Molly tentatively raised a hand, almost bringing it down at one point, before she swallowed nervously.

“…Um…Miss Aria…I’d…I have a project I would like to work on.” She paused. “…I’d like to try and work towards becoming a…counselor…?”

"Things an' stuff," the trainee mumbled absentmindedly as she finished off the doodle. Oh, the limitations of an ink pen that looked suspiciously like a crayon on this superbly grainy paper! It was only when she realized about 1.5 seconds later that she was talking to someone did Stormy lift her head to find one of the holder Hunters addressing her. Immediately an "eep!" sort of look of surprise crossed her face, a bolt of lightning against a rather nebulous countenance, and pulled her knees up to her chest defensively as she pressed the journal to her chest. "N-Notes," she rectified in a squeak. "It's a meeting, right? So I just thought that I should notes and stuff in case it's important . . . "

Oh God look at her, a few sentences in and she already looked dumb. The one whose name she hadn't caught yet, all the curls and scribbles in her entry, mentioned being a counselor. The trainee bit her lip, wondering if she should comment. It was a meeting and their leader said everyone was allowed to give ideas, but . . . could she? She made a quick addendum under the unnamed Hunter's sketch before swallowing.

"I don't mind volunteering for whatever mission because I have zero luck and less skills and apparently death really likes me and also I attract beasts like nobody's business and I think that's a real problem, like, seriously, big evil things like finding me in seconds flat, but I can be the Carmen Electra to your King Kong or something - but like, without the boobs and all . . . And like, I might have ideas I don't know, I'm just kinda a trainee and don't want to go over my head or something I don't know, I just wanna help . . ." She forgot to adjust the volume but was too self-conscious to go back and repeat herself until prompted, staring at her bunched hands once finished as if the power of her awkward might make them dance somehow and distract her.

To Candace a simple nod of the head and a raise of his cup between his hands. Acknowledging the senior hunter before quickly looking away as she kissed Molly on the cheek.

Well, Nevada kissed people on the cheek a lot, but that was Candace kissing... actually he had no idea who Molly was and looked back to her tilting his head a bit.

Speaking of Nevada it was probably a sign that he was completely used to her resting on his shoulder when he didn't at first notice her hanging on his. "Hey Nevada, haven't seen you out and about in a while, you don't come over anymore, you didn't lose the Christmas gift I gave you did you?"

He had no idea about the Otto incident.

Instead he moved with Nevada pouting at Cass, "First Rep, now you? Should I just start stuffing a bra or something to fit in a bit better? What about Before, does he count for what, at least half a guy?"

Cass just smiled back at Roland. "It's a joke from us being an all-lady division for such a long time."

Aria raised an eyebrow as Molly spoke. "You... didn't really think about that, did you?" She laughed, shaking her head. "I think you need to think on this a bit more. It's good to know what you have in mind, however I don't think you should follow in Killzone's steps. I think you and Cass should work together to figure out exactly what you two need. When you two have a more concrete idea, then meet me later. There's still some information you need to propose to me, such as a budget size, location, how much time you want to dedicate to this, and what kind of counseling each of you wishes to do. Talking is well and good enough, but sometimes it's not enough. Even if each of you has different ideas about the kind of counseling, that's fine. As it is? Both of you are denied, for now."

The division leader overlooked Stormy as the trainee seemed to murmur something to herself.

"One day, Roland. One day. In the meantime, I suggest you avoid talking to Mark about stuffing and fix that desk that's still broken. Next."

when Nevada spoke up, Aria sighed. "I recognize that you're a trainee," she began, "But you do realize which division you are in, yes? The Mist division acts as soloists or works in tandem with other divisions in such a way that we can fill in for their roles. You are supposed to be working with other divisions as part of your training," she chided openly. "And I am quite confident that I know what a portal is, what it's called, and how it works. As you are a trainee and have much to learn, I am going to deny your request. This isn't to shame you, this is to remind you to focus on your training first a foremost. The fact that you are left alone is on purpose."

Aria held up her hand, preventing an interruption. "While the areas artifacts are held in have their own difficulties and trials, they make for ideal training places. I highly recommend you ask a hunter about the Savannah Desert. If you were stranded there, it is more than likely that you would die. It wouldn't be a gentle death. It wouldn't be due to the environment. It would be a torturous, long drawn-out agonizing death that you would have a higher chance of avoiding if you knew what you were doing."

"Hell, if I were to drop you out in the wilderness right now? You would be a wreck. On the other hand," she continued, "If I dropped you off in the city, you would get by. A majority of hunters have little to know experience in the wilderness, and considering that's where Fear is generated the strongest and runs unchecked..." She trailed off, watching Nevada. "Do you understand? The portals are set up in such a way that you can learn how to deal with it. Monsters aren't the only thing out there that's trying to kill you."

"In addition?" Aria turned her attention from the trainee to the rest of the hunters. "I am in need of two volunteers, and one of you must be an intermediate trainee or full Hunter. Please escort Nevada to Isla de las Munecas. While the environment isn't too strenuous, I feel Nevada could gain some experience on the field tracking down a hostile. Please report after me when you have finished."

Aria stared at Syd. "The next time you are late, please consider sneaking in and quietly joining us," she suggested. "As it is, thank you for volunteering to run the Miss Taken Tower after the meeting. Please take it as a chance to work on your stealth skillset for the future."

Cass felt the denial of the project's funding at the given time was reasonable - after all, if she and Molly were going to work on this together (suddenly, as they apparently hadn't known it was a mutual chain of thought) they needed to get their act together.

"Understood, Miss Aria. Will we be allowed to bring this to you personally when we feel we're ready or will there be a designated time for us to propose this again in the future?" she asked, before looking to Molly and motioning her over carefully with a hand, patting the seat next to her.

Let us become friends, Molly-dearest.

Ah! She was quick to etch in the missing info and scratch out the incorrect spelling, only blinking as her head was patted. "Right yeah okay sorry about that, ayyyy . . ." Something in Spanish was mumbled under her breath as she rubbed her cheek with the pen clicker, barely missing the fresh ink on her hand imprinting on her skin. Older Hunter alert, older Hunter alert! She was supposed to be looking everyone in the eyes, not staring at their feet like they were the collective 8th wonder - although perhaps team pride might prove that otherwise.

She made to give Candace her name but quickly shut her mouth again as another Mist ran in and was promptly given extra training for . . . entering noisily? Hmm. Note entry: Silence is golden, Stormy wrote down, as well as a few helpful reminders about being in the division, lest she forget. One never knew. She was the type to forget what she ate for breakfast that day.

Nevada too got saddled with a mission and, after listening to Candace talk about helping trainees, she decided it was a window of opportunity to try and not mumble at the Division Leader and, you know, try something. She even cleared her throat to be sure, raising her hand as if they were still in school. "Can - May I volunteer as the third person?" Stormy quickly corrected herself. "A-And be yours too, Miss Candace, if it gets approved? I wouldn't mind some help . . ." This, two possible counselors in the future . . . Yes, she'd have to make note of it in her journal, most definitely.

Wait. Herp.

"Oh and um right yeah, I'm Stormy," she added hastily, her hand lowering.