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Well, the job of guard sounded simple enough. And if all that "capturing" required was him tagging them...well, he was playing with zombies. And he had already proven that he was faster than most of them. He glanced over, finding it rather rude to stare at the ghouls but doing his best to find something memorable about them. These were enemy ghouls, and if he had to get them out it was just tagging...he did not have to harm them. That would be okay. Maybe. But he would have to be very careful about how to tag them. Perhaps their shoulders? Or...

It sounded like Alexander thought they should stay together and that would be useful. Yes, Alexander could be in charge of tagging all of the females. Problem solved. So when the group began to head off and Alexander suggested that he might try a different job he shook his head. "I think that I could be suited for this job. Someone who knows the area better may be a better choice as a scout. If you do not mind I shall accompany you." He turned and headed into the forest as well, trying his best to be quiet in the darkness as their team went to conceal their skull.

As the group began to spread out to find good defensive positions, and Miss Isabella left to find her own spot, Yin moved next to Alexander. "So if I capture something and need to lead them to the "prison" where is that? And do I need to hold on to them or will they try to run from me? And can I take two to prison at the same time?" He needed just a bit of clarification before he moved off on his own.

He waited for the zomboil's response before slipping off into the forest. Camouflage, blending in with the surroundings. He could do this. He found a place where some of the foliage would hide him from most directions, but would not hinder him when it came time to capture a zombie. He was also close enough to Alexander that if the zomboil needed help (or he did) he could get to him quickly.

The worst thing about the game was soon evident. Waiting. Yin was good for a few minutes and then he just felt twitchy. to distract himself he began plucking leaves off of the bush near him and shredding them. Yes, very productive.

Finally, finally a figure emerged near him. He tensed, ready to go for the zombie, when another of his team members "captured" the opponent and led them off. Almost immediately two figures emerged from the forest. Apparently the first had just been a distraction. Two, and not close enough to tag both at once. A ghoul and a boil, and the ghoul actually appeared to be closer to Alexander. He glanced toward his friend, trying to make discreet signs of "you get one and I shall get the other" without giving himself away, and waited for them to get within range.

Not within his range though, far closer than that. He could only hope that Alexander could be speedy with this one, because while he could go for the faster one he had no clue which one that was. He thought that he saw motion from Alexander's hiding spot and in a flash he was out of his spot, capturing the one closest to him with not really surprising ease.

"Oh, and I tend not to lose my leg when playing it."

Yin tried not to glower at Alexander. Really now. That had just been false advertising. As it was...Alexander could just be at the zomghoul's mercy. Though his eyes kept flickering over to where the leg bone had landed. Maybe he should just...no, Olivia was already going to pick it up. He had a job to do so he began leading his prisoner to the marked area. It was slow going, but not quite as bad as walking with Alexander. In fact, he passed the pair as he returned back to his spot. Was Alexander limping a bit? Worry flashed in his eyes before he remembered that the zomboil had done this to himself.

Silently he slipped back in time to see a pair of zombies that had already slipped past where their posts had been. Sneaking up behind them he tapped first one on the back, then quickly moved to touch a ghoul's shoulder carefully, not wanting to claw her on accident. The first was looking behind him, appearing to be slightly confused until he laid eyes on Yin. Then his look just turned incredulous. "Back this way if you please," Yin informed them, heading back to the prison.

Yin dropped off his two "prisoners" and made his way back to Alexander. The looks he was getting from the other zombies were mixed, but interesting. Some looked plain aggravated at him, one of his team members dropping off a prisoner was grinning in obvious approval, and there were several murmurs going around the group. It was a bit odd really, and made him feel weird. He really did not want all of the attention on him so as soon as his captives were in prison he began to head back to guard some more. The only zombies he saw were either those on their own team or ones that were captured, so while he was cautious he made it back fairly quickly.

Rather than going back to his original hiding place though he crouched beside Alexander, eyeing him critically. "Will your leg be fine if you continue to break it apart like that? You told me this would not happen in this game," he hissed at him, trying to be quiet. But he was upset, and it was not something that he really understood.

That did not sound natural at all, but the zomboil seemed to think that he was fine with large chunks of himself being removed with ease. Fear made everything make sense though, if Fear could allow him to shift between forms it could hold the leg together. Though when he mentioned that ht sometimes took some time to work properly Yin got slightly concerned again. "No," he said carefully, "you must do what is comfortable to you. I simply am not accustomed to this and..." I do not like it was what he was going to say, but he cut himself off before he got there.

He was slightly distracted and Alexander managed to snag a zomboil that was passing. As soon as Alexander left with his prisoner another zombie came down almost the exact same path. Yin waited for her to pass, focusing on her feet as she passed before tagging her lightly on the back.

He should have thought about what the curly white hair meant when he did so, but he had been so intent on not being seen that it did not click until she was already starting to turn. "L-Lady Van Rotte," he all but stammered, eyes going wide. What had he just done? Sure, she was on the other team, but it was Alexander's mother. "I...I think I am supposed to escort you to the prison Lady Van Rotte," he said with a slight bow, though there was no way that he was going to force her. "I did not realize it was you or I would never have presumed...If you do not wish to go I could..." He might have been freaking out just a bit.

Feeling her cold arm slip into his was not what he had expected. But he quickly squashed any thoughts of flinching away and began to slowly lead her toward the prison, not pushing the pace at all. It was nerve-wracking, and he began wishing that the prison was not so far away. Perhaps he could just release her from being his hostage?

She was asking him about his stay. And that of course meant that...he was not about to tell her how he felt about most of the trip. "You have been a most gracious hostess Lady Van Rotte," he said rather formally. "And Alexander has been very attentive. I have tried several things since I have been here that I had never heard of, from hallowdeer to bruteball. Those experiences were quite pleasant." Unlike almost being forced into the cold torture room by Alexander's sisters, harming ghouls, and finding out that Alexander had had a picture from one of the worst days of Yin's life on his phone.

He had no doubt she would be sad, her oldest son was leaving. But he was honored that she had bothered to include him. And that she was making it seem like she would want him to come back. "If Alexander wishes me to and it would not be too much trouble I would probably enjoy it," he said slowly, not entirely certain as to how he should respond. Would Alexander ever want to put up with him ruining another trip of his? "I enjoy being with your son as well Lady Van Rotte. I believe that you raised a good son." Not that what he said really meant anything, but he still threw it out there.

And speak of the devil. Yin looked up to see the zomboil in question and nodded at him in acknowledgement.

Yin could not help but feel slightly embarrassed and ridiculously pleased. She was giving him an open invitation, and while he would not presume to come without a direct invitation from the zomboil himself he could still feel the back of his neck heating up.

As Alexander had just passed them when Yin could not help but remark, "I shall do my best with him Lady Van Rotte." Not that there was anything he really felt needed to be changed, not unless he focused on memories of their fight that he never wished to dwell on.

Yin's gaze flickered toward her when he heard what she had to say. Was this what normal mothers sounded like? So happy about their children, even the boils? But he looked at the wrong time because suddenly she was looking back at him, and even in the dark that was barely illuminated by moonlight he could clearly see the look in her eyes. "You do not need to ask this of me Lady Van Rotte. I shall do my best to protect him." He could not promise that he would see that Alexander would not do something reckless, but at the very least he would try to protect him if the time came. As she left he turned and hurried back toward his hiding spot, slipping into his original hideout.

"I did not count," the mantodae admitted. "But there were quite a few. But...I do not feel right about leaving our post altogether. Perhaps we could find someone to cover the area, or only one of us should go?" He thought about that idea for a minute.

"I am faster, but you know the area better, and would know where the better hiding spots are. So perhaps we should go together. If we encounter a member of the other team we can always tag them and one of us bring them back." He really had no idea about any other specifics of the game, and maybe someone else from their team already had the skull? They might even run into them out there, or be able to help the team members that had gone on ahead.