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"Well you're in Death.. unless you have a death wish," Bix shrugged because some people seemed like they did, "don't screw around with Caelius. He's your division lead and he's a royal p***k. You are more likely to be killed by him than anything else, with your division. Us suns get picked off left and right." He ticked off one of his fingers as if he were counting off. "You're gonna get stuck with lame duty as a trainee. Cleaning up after minipets. Observation duty. Pod duty. You should do some training runs and get qualified with the runic equipment. I recommend the life run, cause you'll get qualified for bandages."

Bix ran a hand over his barely stubbled chin. The light scraping noise made him a frown, a sign he knew he needed to shave. "Train, train, train. Study, study, study. Not everyone feels the same as me but it's a lot easier to deal with a creature when you know what it is. You should probably do some Golem work... as you'll likely be doing recon IN halloween. Stay AWAY from the Haunted House unless you have someone with you.. at least until you're stronger."

Bix finally leaned forward and got a gleam in his eye. It was like a predatory fanboy, the look of a geek at a convention who just spotted the limited edition in the glass case. "C'mon though. Let's get serious. Lemme see."

"You knooooow.." He smirked. "The only good part about the job."

Bix pulled out a brown pouch from a pocket on his belt and dumped 6 red marbles into his hand. He did some fancy marble rolling with his fingers and then there was a flash and a gold bow with red gems appeared in his hand. It had feather shaped blades folded into the ends, and a white feather on a string hanging from the grip. It looked much different than the picture from when he was trainee.

"BAM. This is Mina."

"Ooooooooh.." Bix got sparkly eyed even with the blade's plainness. He was a weapons nerd. It was not at all about who's was bigger. He was a kid who dreamt of enchanted weapons his whole life while he read Lord of the Rings and played D&D. He'd always wanted a weapon with a name. To him, it was the best part of the job.

"It's awesome! A he? or she?" He smirked. "And Mina says she's offended to have a fellow be introduced as an object. But she's right. They are alive man. They were walking around on two legs at some point... or four.. or none.. whatever." Bix grinned. "Anyway.. they all made the choice to become weapons, like we made the choice to be hunters. They may not remember their lives but they did have them. Plus, they will be there with you when no one else is. We even have a set up here on the island that allows them to walk around in bodies. It gets them out of your head, and they can't leave, but they can walk and eat and talk and socialize." His eyes lit up, "Best part is we get paid extra for it!"

"The most important part though,"Bix leaned on Mina, one end on the floor like a staff, for just a moment before flicking something that cause one of the feathery blades to pop from one end, "is that they protect us." He then literally stabbed himself through the hand without blinking or crying out.

"Wooooooo.." he wiggled his fingers and slowly withdrew the blade once more. His hand looked as if nothing had happened. "See?"

Bix popped up and without even a thought his weapon disappeared. Bix palmed the marbles and stuck out his hand for a firm shake. He could see it in the other's tone and eyes that this hadn't all sunk in yet, he was shaking him up. The sun hunter worried about this new guy come time of the next major battle. He'd either break or resign himself to the level of ******** they all were here.

"It freaks everyone out the first time. Mist Division lead stabbed my friend straight in the neck during our first training. Sorry.. to weird you out but.." He held him in the shake, hand clenched just a bit tighter. "Next thing you know that phone will be buzzing and we'll be out in god-knows-where and you can't crack then. I want all of us, divisions aside, to be ready and cooperating and getting s**t done right." Bix was almost staring him down, his red eyes pinned to Taym's lacking the joviality of earlier. There was an emptiness there, a loss. He didn't want or need any more of it.

And then, as was the Bix way, as quick as it came the look had receded and he let go of the man and grinned brightly. "I hope we can chill more in the future though. Under less formal terms I guess. I get kinda lecturey with newbs." His cheeks pinked in embarrassment. "Alot of my friends are.. younger." He shrugged.

Bix seemed pleased enough with that answer. He'd be looking for this guy the next time the apocalypse pony's attacked. "Good enough. Oh and if at some point you see a 5 foot something.." he held up his hand, "sexy snake woman with feathery hair charging at you down the hall, run. Mina says you are uhh.. 'heroine chic hot'? She insisted I tell you."

Bix's fair skin was prone to blushing. Over any damn thing really.

"See you around, man."