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There had been rumors that the division meeting would be in a few days, so Shu the intermediate hunter had been nervous and attempted to keep a habit of waking up earlier in the morning. Thank you so much for the news, Mr. Hunters that she didn't know. Waking up so early meant she had many time in the morning with a clearer mind. From what she overheard, it was a time where hunters make proposals to get approval and supplies and assistance. Yet, she recalled what she did in this half year, she didn't have any idea or direction she wanted to go for as goals.

It might be one of the most wisest decision she had ever made she thought as she received the text message threatening termination. She just had a walk to the beach and came back for a shower. For an important situation like this, she did rather dress more formally to show respect, for her, it meant black and white.

So she was able to arrive thirty minutes earlier, peeked into the room, and went for a relax walk before showing up at fifteen minutes later. Different from her normal cutie style wear, she was dressing in a black double-breasted vest, a black and white striped shirt together with a black tie inside as the top; and a pair of black shorts with a classical checkered belt, accompanied with long stockings and boots in black. Of course she was wearing the new white hunter coat with beautiful gold trims, the petite Asian was proud of being one of the Death hunters.

The girl in a very neat look greeted Caelius - their super hot megane Death Lead, Mark the forever Uncle unless he shaved and clean himself and Oz the someone she didn't know with a smile and sincere nod before she went to find her seat. Kostya, her dear neighbour got a hand wave and a proper greeting he deserved, but she didn't bothered the hunter who had been preparing his proposal idea one last time to avoid visible errors. Good luck, Mr. Bashmet.

Looking around the quite spacious room, she looked for familiar face to be seated with. Ah, there. The initial dash quickly became a careful walk as she remembered she was in a formal meeting organized by the one she admired so much. "Good morning Miss, can I sit next to you?" Shu offered Cee a bright smile but controlled her voice under excitement and anxiety. "Thank you for taking us for the makeover last time, it was so much fun. Is that your first division meeting? It's my second one, but the first one was a sudden one." She expressed her nervousness in the form of a chatter.

She didn't need to wait long from talking to the lady with beautiful dense black hair or stole some glances at the Death lead who always look so perfect before he spoke. Shu's immediately response was leaning forward, sat straight and had her ears pricked up. With a perk-up look, she paid 1000% attention to the valuable lecture. He's definitely her favourite teacher if she was in school. The petite huntress busily jotted down notes and diagrams so that she didn't forget the essence of a qualified Death hunter, it was one of the many goals to be completed in this short life of the Asian girl.

Are you sure?

Not until towards the end of the speech, Shu realized the danger. An assessment! Oh my, she had - nothing to say...did she hold any of the useful information? The silence from the waiting made her heart beat quicker and quicker, until Kostya stood up for his proposal. The mention of the horsemen called back her memories, she did meet some of them, at the Class A mission, Haunted House and recently the Sahara reconnaissance, and she was pretty sure they all came from different clans. The hunter totally startled the girl, but she knew he suggested something appealing and great. She did like to help, but she wasn't sure if she liked to force horsemen into weapons, so she just pressed her lips together, pondering. Cee and another hunter's volunteer didn't change her mind, in her heart, she innocently believed not all of the horsemen were bad.

Luckily or unluckily, her attention was all caught when the pink hair hunter appeared. He was so adorable! Shu screamed in her heart, believing she might find the perfect candidate for Aoba. The hunter seemed to carry the color of pink so well, ahhhhhhhh~ Who's he? Then, the someone he brought with, more like dragged, gave her the answer. At that moment, she remembered these two, the same team that broke into last meeting and delivered a bunch of information about Ourboros - the one who are resourceful.

Get closer, approach them.

Yes, she needed to approach them and maybe make friends with them, but surely not mainly for that reason. The proposal that Gale suggested was what she could do, reconnaissance missions, just like what she did in Sahara and the external mission to Elkmont and the awful abandoned hunter base. It still hurt her when she thought of what she saw and experienced.

Anyway, she decided to keep quiet and listen until anything came across her mind.

Bradley didn't like Caelius. He was sure Caelius didn't like him. There was a mutual hate going on and he was perfectly fine with it continuing. This posed a problem since Caelius was his division leader but the tall trainee simply didn't care. He hadn't really cared about much since the Sahara and the Tower, since he'd weilded Excalibur and was tarted around by a shadowy version of Yzalin. He'd kept to himself, barely leaving his room except to go out into the courtyard to practice with Yza and train. He sort of had to leave for this, but he'd left most of his armor and gear in the room, opting for just a simple pair of pants and one of the nicer t-shirts.

The amount of caring Brad had in him was low today.

He took sparse notes. Honestly all this s**t about information and execution and that it was a privalege to be in this division was crap. He wanted to fight things, not research them.

[[ Mine, going in unprepared is going to get you killed. Caelius has a point. If you don't know what you're fighting, something like the Sahara or the Tower will happen again. He's simply looking out for the division and the hunters as a whole. ]] If Yzalin was a person, she'd be petting his hair and smiling encouragingly at him. Bradley ran a hand through his hair.

That's all well and good, but if you've noticed you're a scythe, not a pair of daggers. I can't exactly rogue with a two handed weapon. He idly cracked his knuckles. She always wanted to do what they were told and the 'right' thing. A perfect soldier, that one, something that Bradley just... wasn't. Being tied down to information, and books, and research when he wanted to explore and do things was frustrating and incredibly boring.

[[ Then why don't you ask him if you can go 'do research about locations' and then you can explore to your hearts content? ]] It was clear from her tone that she as annoyed with his complaining. Even if he hadn't realized he was thinking it. He blinked and glanced up in the direction of the earring.

... Why didn't I think of that?

[[ Because you were too busy complaining. ]]

It made him look like a complete newbie (regardless of the missions he'd been on) and he hated it. God damnit all he hated this. Bradley stood up, a good head taller than some of the others, and raised a hand.

"I'd like to get more experience by exploring and documenting places of Horsemen or Halloween activity. I'd prefer if what happened in the Sahara and the Tower did not happen again to me. I don't have a specific place I'd like to document, so feel free to put me where you'd like," he said, keeping his face as neutral and passive as possible. Ugh, documentation. Ugh, paperwork.

But if it kept him on the good side of Caelius, he'd do it.

"I will continue," continued the Death lead, not really giving anyone any recovery time, as, as far as he was concerned, they had been all given a fair chance to speak with what he considered infinite patience, "First, everyone will submit in a review of themselves for the past quarter, and depending on your progress, be considered for a monthly pay bonus. Second, if you have a project requiring confidential clearance, you will stay." He gave Lucky, Shiloh, Quinn and Gale a very adamant you will stay sort of look.

"Lastly, I have an assignment for everyone in this division this quarter. You will compile as much information as possible regarding both Ourboros and the Four Clans. Information is rank in this division, those who submit critical information will be considered for promotion. You are all dismissed except for those with classified missions."

Cee had gripped onto Shu when she arrived and as the girl joined her, she looped arms as if they were the best girlfriends in the world.

"Oh no problem.." She chuckled a bit and waved a dismissive manicured hand. Her voice stayed at a hush though, to avoid the wrath of Caelius. As if on cue he'd snapped a pencil and she watched wide-eyed and bemused until the ranting was done.

"You wanna git outta here?" She whispered to Shu.

Shiloh had several questions that he’d intended to ask as soon as the others had finished, but left his mouth hanging open as Caelius cut in with some further information about reports and then a look that said quite clearly that their row of seats would be staying behind for detention.

He sighed a little, closed his mouth and fidgeted in his chair. His questions were probably confidential anyway, though he didn’t exactly expect any winning or insightful answers from his highness. But if he could at least get the clearance to work on things on his own, without fear of dismemberment or blowing up, then he was sure he could track down the information he was looking for. He made a note to speak to Gale afterwards, and perhaps Kostya, if he could manage to find the courage to talk to the other hunter. He’d caused him quite a blunder after all, and though he worried, he couldn’t blame Kostya if he saw him as incompetent.

Either way, for now, he sat. Sat and squirmed, like an energetic five-year-old told to stay put. A couple of hunters caught his eye as they whispered, one he recognized from one of the dream sequences, the other was unfamiliar. They did, however, look far more pleasant than was the norm in the division, and he made a mental note to talk to them later as well.

So many mental notes, he thought, leaning back a bit in his chair. He was probably going to forget.

Others were volunteering to help-- it was unsurprising. It was a momentous thing to look into, with much gravitas behind it if they could replicate the results. It would change...everything. So Kostya nodded at Cee and Rex before Caelius spoke, offering him a much better deal than the Russian had anticipated.

Of course-- the punishments for failure loomed over his head. He took a seat after Caelius addressed him, listening in on the man directing other, more junior hunters in his direction.

Since the mission bestowed upon him likely fit the bill of classified, the Russian lingered, making no move to leave before Caelius truly finished speaking.