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Rep listened to the counts with a sinking sort of feeling, he'd given what felt like his absolute all and it had fallen short of what a lot of people had managed. He really was taking a lot of kicks to his confidence today and it was hard to get it back together again. They had to be lying, surely? A lot of them were /women/ he rationalised. Yeah. Women lied all the ******** time.

He turned on his heel to Simon, waiting to get himself patched up, eyeing the pokemon motif bandages with a this-day-gets-better-and-better exasperated roll of the eyes before dealing with it anyway. He wandered back just in time to hear Jordan call his total out aswell and found himself torn.

Had it been earlier, he might have ventured a good natured for him anyway, tease about rank and counts. As it was, he just settled for shooting the other man a chilly disdainful glare as he passed. For all he knew, trying to jest with him could end up with the whole embarassing subject of earlier resurfacing. He decided to take his irritation out on Rin instead, hissing as he passed her.

"Your ******** fault I killed so few."

Before said little else when he took a bandage, but a smile did flit across his face when he saw who it was on the cover, "Oooh Wobuffet!"

HP: 50

Standing near Eva, Davey was relieved that the fighting was over. He did not feel comfortable working under this Sun division leader - there was no confidence that Allan would have had their backs if things got worse. If this were a high school yearbook, the guy would be under 'most likely to be the first one killed'. Sometimes Davey wondered just why he continued to work here - it was a sad day when the sanest person in charge was a werewolf from the other side (or whatever Aria-Redd-whatserface really was these days).

"David Brant, Moon Trainee, eleven kills." Davey's report was brief and to the point, before he wandered off to take advantage of the healing Simon was offering. (The pokemon designs didn't phase him. Davey'd had frilly pink bandages from Clarice before. A Mewtwo band-aid on his cheek didn't phase him as much as it might have a year or more ago.)

Today hadn't been his best showing, Davey knew. But he hadn't passed out or nearly died. He actually had a body count, even if it was small. It could have been worse.

... Even if Azrael didn't agree, still bitching away in the back of Davey's mind about all the things that Davey had done wrong and it was all Davey's fault and when was someone just going to put Davey out of his misery.

Just as quickly as the battle royale began, it was over with the shadows dissipating away, it didn't feel like they were escaping, just a tactical retreat in Leon's perspective. they would be back, either later or when they were gone. He still had to wonder if the change of clothing was even worth it, sure it could have been considered camouflage but not really.

"maybe next time you could try some masks, like a masquerade if that was what you were going for, Allan tie-chow." he tried to add helpfully before standing at attention, weapon back in the desummoned form. "Leon Stone, Life intermediate." he said authoritatively. "Dispatched a count of 37 of the creatures." The report was simple and direct but that was exactly as the Sun leader wished.

Nidhoff however was not impressed. -You took it too easy out there whelp, you going soft on me?- came the gruff opinion of his other half, the one that was always hungry. But the dragon voice did have a point, he did indeed took it more calmer than usual. "Probably because of the mission with killzone, took some of my rage with it." he explained quickly, more like made a hasty excuse to himself.

At the offer of bandaids, Eva immediately toted Otto over, surveying the selection with an amused expression. Pokemon bandaids? Well then, she knew exactly the one she wanted...

The girl was not at all ashamed by her Eevee bandaid--an Eevee for Evie--that she was sporting on her temple, and she may have even looked excited as she went on and rooted through the box for something for Otto. Finally finding one that suited him perfectly, she lifted the boy's hand and slapped the Pikachu-patterned bandaid into his palm.

Suited. Him. Perfectly.

"How's the bite, Davey?" She piped up suddenly, turning to point to the man's arm, "Not turning into a zombie, are we?" Though her tone was teasing, she might have been just a little worried.

Tori was mad at herself for not hitting any of the undead mob, but one that didn't know her wouldn't know that she was since she was yelling mostly at herself in her head.

"Hi, Before," she replied with a slight grump to her voice.

She just sucked at fighting and she wasn't a sun trainee. One thing she was glad at that Caelius or Dr. H to see her fail hard at not killing things. Tori did feel a little foolish as she was hearing to how many the others had killed and she did like these robes in the start but now she didn't like them at all. Curse that chain on her weapon, but she was going to report none the less at her failer to kill things. "Victoria Straka, Life Trainee and I didn't kill any, sir," she said in a sheepish voice. Then quickly when to where Before was and stayed there hoping not too many heard her.



Ok, but I still mad at myself. But you are right we will train harder.

Otto allowed himself to be dragged to bandages because he was going that way anyway.

However, his faith in the Life devision dwindled as he overlooked their... options. He knew those things did work. They worked before, but still. Kids bandaids. Again.

He blinked and looked down into his hand as Eva gave him a Pikachu bandaid. Otto stared long and hard. And then sighed, peeling off the backing and sticking it onto his wrist. No sense in arguing. Where did arguing ever get him, right? Honestly he just didn't feel like it.

With Eva good and distracted, Otto freed himself of her and set them selves a few paces away, surveying the battlefield. Were they done yet? There was no portal, so he assumed not. So what else had to be done?

Candace had been about to tear the legs off her hakama when Allan interrupted them.

...Ohgodhowmanydidshekillohgodohgodohgodnone.

"Candace Pennington, Intermediate Mist Trainee...none I kept getting caught in my pants." She mumbled that last part, looking to Simon as he offered bandaids. Oh, delightful!

..Maybe not so delightful. Something bad was going to happen.

Why did he have so many bandaids? Wasn't this just a simple exercise? None of the other leaders ever offered them first aid during training sessions or missions...

Son of a b***h what was about to happen.