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She stared the fellow ice demon straight in the face.

“Arel, really,” she began to protest but the blaring silent NOs went happily ignored.

“I uh, I got blackmailed. This is totally volunteer and not because I have to. ”

“Exactly, so why are you doing that too.”

“Can you bring me one of those Human drinks I think uh, Apple Cider on the way back, yes I'll uh, you know-." The secretary had already began to shuffle away, all ready to leave her to the orientation prep team.

She had just turned her back when she heard him slip her one last comment.

“Oh, and, like, don't go giving them frozen loins yea, or the meta's cancelled goodbye”

Edel barely had time to retaliate before a very helpful brochure was shoved into her hands. She flipped through it, growing increasingly agitated with each page before placing it back into the pile on the table (nicely, because she is always this nice). She was never really a sympathizer with DETH, but this was... a particularly dire circumstance. Deep down within her cold, frozen heart, she knew that Xiu would have been very disappointed if she didn't stop to do anything. So fine, she would.

Also, she supposed this would be a … useful experience in the Human World before she got herself registered as a seasonal Trick-or-Treater. Volunteer passport in hand, she lined up for the portal, stopping to have a quick word with Red before passing through. A grim expression crossed her face, as she quickly tapped out a message to inform them that she may not be home for dinner.

Why was it always the fog, she grumbled, walking through the desolate highway. The carnage presented would quickly gain her sympathy, though her first instinct was to wonder if this was the work of the horsemen.

Nevermind that. She stopped before the unconscious figure, staring down at it. Badly hurt, looked halfway near death, probably soon to be one of them.

No rush... she circled the body, observing the mismatch of clothing while trying to think of how best to transport him.

As she leaned in towards him, a certain comment about frozen nether regions resurfaced in her head, earning an irate groan before she decided upon hauling him along by the scruff of his jacket towards the portals back. She was definitely not smuggling any Apple Cider back to Halloween Town for anybody.

When called to the mission, of course she jumped on it! Get off the island, fight a few battles.. oh, and save some civilians, that too she guessed.

Canada.. Oh how Kat missed being in her home country! Too bad everything seemed to be going to hell. And here thought she might be able to stop at one of the local Tim Hortons. But alas, they were stationed in the middle of no where, she had work to do.

Gazing out at the stormy clouds and rain, it was almost as if she hadn't left. The weather, was just the same as it always was this time of year. Dark, and damp. Her attention then shifted to the division leads, whom all seemed preoccupied with what ever business they had. Sniffing loudly, Kat rubbed her nose, feeling as if it were about to run from the weather (one of the many downsides to good 'ol Canadian weather) and pulled out her phone.

[ Kat read the entire message ]

So kill all threats, save civilians, and regroup at the portal in four hours. Got it.

This was going to be fun!

Following the heard of hunters over to the portals, Kat stretched her limps, eager to get out on the field. She had only recently got back to the island, but she forgot how dull things could get if there wasn't anything to do. So getting out again was a nice change in pace.

Accepting the equipment handed to her, she tucked them away in her bag, and slipped on her headset. Luckily, she had got her hands on one of the fancy SPECTRE watches, so she wasn't stuck with using just the common map.

[ Kat asked the Sun lead a question ]

Mock saluting the hunter briefing them, she then turned on her heal and headed towards Alan to ask some advice.

"To every question there is an answer and that is the question."

What does that even mean!?

Squinting at her division lead, it wasn't but a moment after he started shoving random items at her. "Uhhh.. thanks, Alan.." Figures Allan wouldn't be much help in this. Why did she ask him again? Oh well. Tucking the other items given away, Kat made her way to the portal.

"Gotta do this quick. Don't want to miss the deadline."

Stepping into the portal, Kat arrived to find a familiar fog like appearance. Not exactly an unfamiliar setting. Scanning the city quickly, she headed out, moving quickly and quietly.

There were a lot of the beginnings of shadowlings, as well as the undying. Nothing too bad that she couldn't handle on her own, but right now her focus was on survivors. If there were even any left. Things were looking pretty bad here in Canada.

Taking note of all the abnormalities, her attention mostly on the vines growing out beneath the concrete before pushing forward again, trying to find her way through the fog. If there were any of the other hunters around, there was no way she would be able to see them.

After what felt like hours, it was then she finally noticed something, or rather someone unconscious. Hurrying over, Kat pulled them over to get a better look at them and check their stats.

"Heh.. well, you're not dead yet."

At least there was one survivor she found.

When Ryan heard they were scheduled to go on a mission to Canada, he wasn't going to lie, his interest had been piqued. How long had it been since he had been back to his native land? The opposite end of it, maybe, but still his country. It was a place he generally fit in better and where bagged milk wasn't an ongoing joke or stereotype and made some perfect ******** sense.

Of course, any excitement he had over the idea of visiting his country was overshadowed with the fact that this wasn't some laid back visit. This was a mission. An S class mission at that. Whatever was happening here, it was bad enough that it was classified. They were being told enough to fulfill their duty, but not enough to the full details of what was going on. In some ways he counted that to be a blessing. Did he truly want to know what was often horrific and gorey details? Not really. They often got to witness a good deal of that themselves, whether they were meant to or not, and it was usually always difficult to digest and even harder to put it behind them. But of course, it didn't stop his mind from wandering and thinking on what was really going on here.

Giving the mission report one last thorough look, Ryan tucked it away in his pouch and--at moved towards were some of the higher ranks were.



At first he thought of asking Caelius, but one harsh and judgmental look from the man, made Ryan re-think his choice and turned instead towards the somewhat more pathetic sight that was Mark.



How Mark managed to keep all of that equipment functional in this kind of weather truly baffled the Ryan. The man was an idiot, but he supposed even someone as... special as Mark had his own talents and he did seem to be somewhat of a electronics genius. Not that he would ever tell him that.

Ignoring the urge to correct him on his non-existent word, Ryan gingerly took the small wristwatch, sliding it onto his wrist. This had better not fry him or something.

With nothing else to prepare for, and no one really to ask, Ryan took a breath and stepped through the portal, not at all pleased by the sudden assault from the grey fog. Already he could feel it slowly sapping his strength. Really, was there really anything to rescue here? All he could make out was a desolate landscape and undead things walking around. Well that and the place was kind of overgrown with vines. How odd...

During his quick observations, the fog thickened, obscuring his vision and causing him to mutter a curse under his breath. He had exactly four hours to fulfill the task given to him and haul a** back to the portal. He had no time to waste, otherwise he would be stranded there.

[ west / zelda ]


West was no stranger to the human world. It had been more than a year since he had earned his diploma and received his passport, and he spent a fair amount of time there these days, gathering minor amounts of FEAR and visiting his (slightly crazy) extended family. Mostly he liked to rile up the humans. Not save them. Definitely not. He didn't want them all to die either, but the day he turned into one of those DETH fanatics would be the day Halloween exploded.

Today he hadn't been planning on going anywhere near any humans. He was in town to grab some groceries and check up on the school, but in the middle of his errands he had been cornered by a persistent little elf and promised seeds for his time, and following his parental estrangement, he was open to taking money where he could get it. He wasn't reading some pamphlet though. The line had to be drawn somewhere.


Okay. Fine. He might have flipped through the pamphlet once because the elf was glaring at him like it was constipated and he really wanted these seeds. Ignoring the portals, West reluctantly made his way over to Red, nodding in greeting.

"We do not t͏r̕us̵ţ this. There is something about the fog that sets my teeth on edge. Keep your Fear close and strike swiftly."

He always did. Holding back a comment about certain teachers murdering him in a patch of similar fog a couple of years ago, West thanked his former instructor and lined up where he was directed.


Four hours had passed before West lost interest in what he had found on the other side of the portal completely. ******** the human world. ******** humans. ******** fog and rescues and silver seeds. It would have been an interesting enough trip had there not been those weird, headache-inducing monstrosities everywhere, but there were. And they were everywhere. Humans. What had they done now.

When he found his first victim of whatever the hell this was, West poked at her with the toe of his boot for a while. She didn't move, not to sit up and scream or thank him for his time or anything. With a sigh and a shrug, the demon lifted her over his shoulder and hauled her off into the fog.

Radley had answered the call with haste, finding it much easier to deal with people now that she lessened her inhibitions about her shyness and actually opened up to people.

See? Told you. Eilissandra commented to her politely, earning a smile from the trainee.

Besides that, Radley had never actually been to Canada.

Arriving there, however, had been a major letdown. She found that they were hosting the world's saddest barbeque, snorting at that random blurb that crept into her mind.

It wasn't the time for jokes, however - she'd basically read the information on her phone, even if the meeting was full of people trying to get things situated and organized.

What a hassle, and a headache to boot.

"Right then, the portals are set up." A team of Hunters from the Victoria base began to hand out emergency equipment compromised of a flashlight, a headset, a somewhat detailed map of Delta, and about three stacks of moose jerky.

MOOSE JERKY! Radley was a far bit too excited about this, pocketing her packages with care and saving them for later. Yes. Later where she could devour them in secret and not be judged for her weird love for dried meat. (She really really really loved jerky okay? okay.)

"Remember, we bought you four hours, after that, the miasma will probably return. Your priority is searching for rescue, obstruction and intel. If you have a SPECTRE watch, it has been updated to show the old map of Delta prior to destruction point zero, otherwise use the given map. If you stay longer than the four hours, we will not be able to come back for you."

The instructions sounded simple enough, and Radley was definitely confident that she could handle said instructions without a hitch. And even if there was a hitch, she would try her damn hardest to get back to the portal at all costs.

Deciding to find her faction leader, Radley walked over to him and her eyes instantly lit up as he glanced up at her from his (waterproof) runic tablet and addressed her, clasping her shoulder with quickness.

"Stay safe and don't get bit out there. Otherwise it's routine as usual." A quick nod was given before he leaned in close, and Radley could swear there was a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"By the way, we're having a running contest of who can get the most headshots. Winner gets a paycheque bonus. You in?"

Radley mirrored the smile. "Yeah. I'm in." The bonus would be worth it, even if she didn't need the money right now - it would be something to look forward to and try to achieve, and maybe gain some credit.

Like she used to have on the streets as information gathering.

"Ah, brother, I miss you." Staring up at the sky, Radley lingered on her thoughts for only a moment longer until she took the portal to the destined place, instantly plagued by fog and a sense of dreariness. Vines were scattered and growing over all sorts of things, and she found herself wondering if there were any actual survivors in this desolate place for how much the vines had grown.

The city itself was awful, even if she couldn't see much of it past the fog.

The shadowlings and infected were laughably easy to avoid, and Radley silently thanked her training - she was sure that without it, she would have most likely been like these people, not knowing what was going on and just as panicked as the people - it was easy to tell that the people were panicked by the state the city was in.

It felt like a long, long time until she came across someone that looked halfway alive, and Radley knelt down to feel their pulse and make sure they were still breathing.

The blonde man was sleeping.

"Mer...that...sphhhh..." Estel groaned. Surely the point of most acronyms were that they were easy to say, but this one wasn't particularly easy to say for her. At least she was going to get extra credit for this. Okay, at least she hoped she'd be getting extra credit. She was an optimist.

"Oh, thank you," Estel said with a smile, accepting the pamphlet. Her face fell a little bit as she saw the simplicity of the instructions. "Excuse me, is there--" The reaper who had handed her the pamphlet had already moved on. Estel sighed and got into line. She clipped her volunteer passport onto a lanyard around her neck and went on through when it was her turn.

In retrospect, she probably should have insisted on some better directions.

In reality, it wasn't a surprise that they'd managed to rope G into rescuing humans. Humans were softy and squishy! And tasty too, but G didn't share that part. He wasn't gonna eat 'em, because humans were friends! When he was handed the book, he happily read all the pages,pretty pleased that the instructions were so simple.

Hugs? He had to hug a human?!?! This was the best day ever.

The portal was definitely intimidating, but G lumbered on through without coaxing required. He made sure to talk to everyone who was standing by to greet him, his large tail thumping happily all the while. The minipet looked particularly tasty, but G tried not to think about that too much.

Soon he set off by himself, and the fog reminded him very much of the swamps at home... except this hard stuff underneath his feet was nothing like the comforting muck of swamp soil, and he could already feel his skin itching from the lack of water. Oh well.

He shuffled on for quite some time, gaping his jaws wide to try and catch a 'glimpse' of any humans who might have been nearby. He was getting tired of walking... and that was when he found one. A human.

G rumbled with delight, promptly snatching the big man up so he could squeeze the man tight. Hugs! Now to get back home! Still holding the human tight in a bear hug, the beast promptly waddled back towards the portal.

G was a good boy.

When Nurchama approached the academy, he assumed it would be a simple act of examining the facility and determining the worth for attending at a later date. In fact, he risked coming out in the open for this very reason, with the explicit expectation to make it a clean in and out operation. As he approached the academy from the town, and discreetly examined said town, he couldn't help but hear the shouting from the Town Hall. His curiosity was peaked, and he was sucked in. Oh what a mistake that had been.

His hand was suddenly filled with a book lit, and his clawed fingers tentatively opened it up to examine the contents for some sort of clue.

"How to save your...humans?!" He grumbled out with wide eyes, examining the steps that spoke to him as if he were a scareling. What was even going on? Before he knew it, he was being shoved toward a portal, and he found his heart hammering. Of course, on the outside he seemed aloof, but the thought of going to the human world now was something that terrified him.

With one last thought of not being ready, he was handed a passport and thrust into the portal.

This was not how a Jinn operated, and going to the human world was a one-way ticket to eternal entrapment.

When the surreal spinning seemed to end, he was faced with five faces shouting out a welcome. Immediately, he ignored the ice demon, giving it a bit of a glare before passing the same look along to the reaper. The house elf was out of the question in terms of approaching, as Nurchama immediately blamed said creature for getting him into this mess. It was between the mutt and the cat like creature, both detestable, but the wolf seemed a bit more reasonable.

He appreciated her warning, but still had no clue what was going on. He hardly had control over his fear, and she was speaking of fog and danger? Suddenly he felt like scrambling back with his tail between his legs, but that was not an option. As a demon, he needed to keep up appearances, and so he lifted his chin and finished his journey through the portal to the human side.

When he came out, a dark fear settled in his heart. He heard stories, of Jinn trapped in bottles with smoke filling their view. It took a long moment for him to realize that this wasn't smoke, just a thick fog. Nurchama finally got a grip, and continued to move to follow the steps provided - he needed to find 'his' human. It didn't take long until he saw the woman sleeping, her hair a mess and her body shaking. He leaned down, looking at her for a long, silent moment, before deciding what to do.