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Mallaidh wasn’t sure what Jim was shaking his fist at, but she wasn’t the type to judge, so it was politely overlooked.

The young woman seemed concerned about the possibility that she had been sleeping for a long time, and the response left her with more questions, but she wasn’t about to ask. That reply seemed kind of like a ‘you’re not getting anymore answers’ kind of deal, and besides, he then went on about purposes and then a weapons cover. Uh…weapons cove? The young woman no doubt looked confused, but she followed along regardless. Jim was the authoritative figure after all. One thing at a time Mallaidh, one thing at a time.

As the Hunter babbled on, she politely listened and even offered quite a few sympathetic nods of her head. She could totally sympathize about not being paid enough and just awkwardly smiled at some of the other topics, like other’s hygiene. Was this something she was going to need to worry about? Possibly. Apparently. She’d keep an eye out on it.

Mallaidh released Jim’s arm once they arrived at a cove, and blinked, furrowing her brows uncertainly. Have fun? Uh…well, she didn’t want to seem rude, so she gave a grateful nod of her head to the Hunter. “…Uh…thank you so much for your help Sir…er…Jim! It was a pleasure to meet you…I…I’ll uh….call you sometime! Thank you again!” She gave a parting wave before making her way down to the cove when she realized something.

Oops! She never told Jim her name!

She was a horrible person.

((Exiting))

Wow, the rumors were true. Pod duty was boring. Creepy, and dull. Candace was sitting in a chair trying very hard to stay awake, but at least she wasn't alone in this duty today. She looked out the window at the assorted pods and hummed quietly, turning her gaze up to the monitors after. Bored. And god were those screens creepy. No place should be this quiet, it was just...wrong. What would they wake up already? This was taking forever.

..Wait, that monitor changed. As did that one. And the other one. "Well it's about time." Candace grinned, getting up out of the chair and stretching her arms up above her head. "It's neat being on this end of it, huh?" She turned her grin to the other trainees before looking to the console and monitors again. So far, so good~. One, two...four...seven...twelve new trainees. Nice. Would there be any new mists out of this group?

"We should go greet the newest batch of trainees, hmm?" Candace said cheerfully as she grabbed her coat off the back of the chair she had been sitting in and tossed it on, opening the door to the pod room itself and waiting for the others to follow.

Being on pod duty was a rather dull task, Gale decided.

This was mostly due to the fact that the last three times he had been assigned to this particular place, nothing had come out of it, and he had spent his time idly scribbling notes down on his paper as he monitored the pods that lined the room. It was, sad to say, one of those jobs where it was most assuredly necessary, but not always that exciting. The pod room held dozens upon dozens of just that - pods - that contained the bodies of the hunters who had not yet been awakened, which just made it seem like dozens of strangely made coffins that beeped and flashed at random moments. Mostly they were there to look for any signs of concern, or perhaps an odd awakening or two, though Gale had yet to encounter anything different in all of his time spent within the room. Only a lot of eerie silence occasionally broken up by the scrape of a chair or the shuffle of footsteps from the other hunters on duty.

On this particular morning, however, it was different - this morning, it was an actual scheduled awakening, something that Gale had not ever been present for. But the text he'd received - no doubt from a certain Moon Hunter Assistant, judging by the none-too-subtle smiley face at the bottom - had requested his presence to "make the new trainees more comfortable."

Gale was standing off to the side of the room, leaning against a wall with his arms folded across his chest, and Jinhai was unsummoned, the ring on his hand constantly emitting a faint golden glow.

Is it time yet?

<< Patience. >>

He did not like being patient, but at least he was not alone. Candace was there as well, along with a few others, which made it slightly less creepy within the room.

"Hopefully a good deal," Gale said, slanting a gaze towards Candace and Deryk.

A heavy groan escaped Ami's mouth as she nodded awake. Everything was groggy and mixed; was that up or down? She waited a moment for her vision to finally clear, and the first thing she thought was where did my room go?

A sudden thought occurred to her. Something about a white coat ... augh the thought was gone. After a moment her mind settled down and she looked foward very clearly. There were lines of pods- and faces. Glowing things.

Her brain said woooooah slow down again, and she waited a moment. Then, thoughtfully, she said, "Morning?" though it came out more as a slur. Her first thought was to get up and go shower when she remembered once more that she wasn't home. "Uhhh" was all she could drawl at her surroundings. Where was her Austenian wit when she needed it?

And then it started happening. The first three pods opened up and a number of groans could be heard. It was all pretty reminiscent of his own awakening really. Only, he was a lot less confused for this. No, there was probably plenty of that in the newblets' minds.

As one started to crawl out, Deryk cringed as the guy ended up falling right out.

"...Ouch," he said before glancing to Candace and Gale. Being a little closer, he went ahead and started to try and help the guy back up to his feet, "Easy there. You alright? Actually... probably very confused. Maybe cold. Disoriented. Possibly now sore..."

Glancing to one of the others, he thought on the question.

"Uh.. you're at Deus Ex Machina's headquarters. Dunno where your shoes are."

She had died. It was the first thought that greeted Sydney as her eyes slowly opened. She had died, that meant she was in heaven... it didn't smell like heaven. It smelled stale. So... did that mean she was in the other place? Maybe... but she heard voices, and they didn't sound satanic or anything.

The light hurt her eyes, but it wasn't red. And she wasn't hot. "What--" She jerked, realizing she was stuck in something, something that was rapidly becoming claustrophobic to the girl. She shoved forward, getting out of the pod and stumbling slightly. Her brown eyes opened wide as she looked around, having no clue what was happening, other than--

No, she wasn't abducted by aliens. She had died. She remembered the word... "Hunt... hunter?" she asked, looking at the people that seemed to know what was going on. "You're... not aliens... right?"

There were four to awaken so far - four out of...Gale glanced down at the sheet he held in his hand. Four out of...he couldn't read his own handwriting, and there was something smeared across the paper; an eraser mark of sorts. Frowning slightly, Gale sighed internally and the let the clipboard fall back against his side, sliding the pair of reading glasses he was wearing off of his nose and tucking them into a pocket on his jacket.

There was a loud crash - one of the trainees had toppled over and out of his pod, landing in a heap on the floor. Gale winced slightly, but said nothing - he was grateful for Candace, already taking the lead, and Gale went back to making small notes on his clipboard about each of the new trainees.

He wasn't in the Death Division for nothing, after all.

Giving a nod when Candace introduced him, Gale added to her introduction by saying in a crisp British accent, "Welcome to Deus Ex Machina. We'll assist you in whatever it is that you need."

That sounded a tad contrite and stiff as he pushed his fringe of golden bangs away from his face, but Gale had never really been all that great with first greetings as it was. He remained stoically silent throughout most of the first few awakenings, answering only when a girl with short, dark hair said "...you're not...aliens?"

Gale's eyes flickered briefly back towards Candace and Deryk, lifting a brow in a slight gesture of amusement.

"Last I checked I was perfectly human," he replied mildly. "Though there might be a few on this island that theory..."

Since I'm pretty sure "pervert" and "PMS'ing Male" are entirely separate sort of beings.

"Er...size?" Ofelia looked down at her feet as she was being spoken to and she wiggled her toes. Why was she barefoot, and what the hell had she done to get that way? Either way she was bouncing from foot to foot on the could tile, taking a look at the people before her. One was called Candace, the other Gale, and a third person who hadn't been introduced. "If yer askin' 'bout size, Ah wear...Ah think a ten? Ten an' a half? Man Ah haven't bought shoes in a while, been wearin' the same pair for better half'a year." She really liked those shoes and was more than a little peeved to see they were missing.

As for what came next, Hunters? What was a Hunter, and what was this about tests? Last thing Ofelia really remembered doing was trying to burn down the shed behind the school (oh right, that's why her shoes were off - she was standing in water), and now she was being told she passed a test? Weird. "An' ya said coma, what are ya talkin' 'bout? And Deus whata?" Instead of sounding confused or worried, Ofelia's voice actually sounded...excited. Oh man, her brother was gonna flip his s**t once he found out she'd not only been a coma, she'd passed a test too and did it all without wearing shoes.

Also, she still had her eye. BEST DAY EVER.

Ofelia had to snicker though when the last person introduced himself. "Are ya...really named Bond? Ahmagawd."