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Marcus was, as usual curled up in bed with Cass, naked, and not really sure what to think of the dream. Putting on pants and grabbing Dis, his morning stroll too an unusual and rather drastic turn when the whole blood and Mark was in sight. Other hunters, trainees moving-

Marcus strode, each step long and wide. Don't run, don't panic. Not until you were out of sight.

He made it back to his little hobbit hole, grabbing clothes, changing.. His gear pack by the door was ready as it always was. Cass given a brief run down, a kiss, (maybe a really long drawn out one), his gait towards the lighthouse was smooth and calm and not rushed...until he was sure he could rush. He used one of the older paths, easy enough to run, to pass by with no one questioning a sudden burst of speed.

Arriving to Gale and some of the other hunters, he frowned.
"I take it none of you saw anything that would indicate an attack?"

Surreal, that's what this was. It was rarely a good thing, that feeling of almost reality. One minute she was waking up from unsettling dreams and the next she was outside, with others but also with bleeding people. Dying people.

She bit her lip and fiddled with her ring. Bad. This was bad. But she didn't sleep with her supplies. It was fine. She'd have time to grab something. The Life Hunter was headed back towards her room in a heartbeat. Supplies, and she needed to check on-- Her phone beeped. Oh, thank heaven.



Or before. She'd keep an eye out for him.

Not being able to sleep was one thing, not being able to sleep and finding herself wandering around the Island was another entirely.
And it was a whole other kettle of onions to find a Hunter bleeding out on the ground with Mark issuing instructions.
Already in a hazy state of confusion as to how she'd even gotten out of her warm, comfy bed, Abbi nodded at the leader and shuffled back off toward her room. It hadn't quite settled in her brain that this was something very bad or else she might have actually tried to be incognito. As it were, because she didn't know she did a remarkably good job of playing things as though they were normal, managing to grab her teddy bear backpack and stuff it full of things, all pleasantly placid. Her bandages, box of bandaids and scraped together first aid kit were easy to put in the bag and cover with a change of clothing and some snack. Easy peasy!

The trek to the lighthouse, though, totally unnerved her so that by the time she reached the place her hands were beginning to shake.
Thankfully, someone she knew was already there and seemed totally normal.
"Solia Solia Soliiiaaaaaaaaaa what's going ooooonnnnnnn?" The girl mumbled hastily, her hands reaching out toward the girl. Friends protected each other, right?!
Once she reached Solia, Abbi noticed another and waved hesitantly.
"Hiya Noemi! Glad you're here safe... You uh... See anything weird? Other than, yanno, that first weird stuff?"

He pocketed the phone, and looked around as more hunters arrived. Hopefully, one of them would know what was going on.

"Hey!"

At the Lighthouse there were two guards. Two unfamiliar guards, dressed not in whites but greys. They were however, wielding weapons. "Hey, what are you-"

They suddenly paused as they took a good look at the approaching Hunters. One of them narrowed their eyes, weapons drawn, while the other reached for their walkie-talkie, ready to communicate to others. Mark's words were beginning to get more and more clear as to the current situation.

"There's no way you would have-" the figure coated in grey didn't drop their stance. "Who sent you here?"

A glazed, euphoric look overcame Mimsy for only a second or two, before someone moved her hand. Blearily, she blinked over at them.

"Ugh, all right. All right!" She dipped her hand into the blood one last time, then glanced over her shoulder at the other Hunters that were gathering nearby.

"Regretfully, he has no chance of survival," she called to them, brushing her hands together as if she were dusting them off. It just smeared the blood even more. "It would be best to move along. Go on. Oh, save yourselves! Move along!"

When she finished speaking, she waved them off with one (very bloodied) hand, flinging a few droplets into the air.

Reluctantly, she stood, and hooked her arm around Robert's.

"Are we finally running away? Where to, husband?" Mimsy was, of course, taking this very seriously. She shook her arm until the shirt bunched up around her elbow, to expose the O branded onto her wrist. "There is no need to fear them, remember? Lucky and I will protect you. We are one of them, as far as they know, and you are part of our family now."

Peoplepeoplepeople. Her body was split between punishing her for jumping from dreams to reality and actively trying to jumpstart her back into full awareness. 5:30, the clock said. What a peculiar hour.

She eyed Quinn, Dakota, and Otto dully, accepting Gale's presence beside her without physical acknowledgement just yet, lifting a hand to the trio as it to try and say hi how's it going (it was rude not to, it was rude not to, even in sieges, can't forget). At Marcus's arrival, whcih revieced another half-hearted motion, Stormy simply shook her head, practically apologetic that she couldn't help. She imagined she had seen only what everyone else had: blood, a circle, a frantic Mark. Supposedly the point was for whatever happened to have been a surprise . . .

Thane, annoyed with her out of it she was being, began to exert his presence to clarify things. It was a slow battle uphill, and yet--

--Stormy froze. She thought she heard . . . No. The dreams. Just the dreams. She clutched Gale's hand at last, tight and silent.

Two guards appeared and the grayness set her off, visions of red crystals and alternate universes and bugs, always bugs. Immediately she took an instinctive step in front of Gale, her drowsiness leaving with almost painful speed. Her fingers itched to summon Thane, but Mark's words vaguely filtered back into her mind.

Keep on going. Keep your mouth shut.

"Would showing it help?" she murmured to Gale at last, her eyes darting to his marked hand before finally lifting to look at him proper. It was clear that she was at a loss when dealing with the Circle personally, let alone at the crack of dawn after a jarring dream, but she was ready to back him up.

He rolled his eyes before mustering a confident smile and pushing the blond forward with an arm wrapped around Deryk's shoulders. "Doesn't everyday suck? Let's get our things and head to the portal like Mark said, alright?"

Wilson couldn't remember the last time he had ever had a good day in Deus, but that was simply the way the island worked. Either you adjusted or you didn't.