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[ dorms ]

While Mimsy busied herself with searching Simon's pockets, someone was moving just outside of the room. She could hear someone calling Simon's name, and she turned to look at them, curious, already deciding whether or not she wanted to confirm that person's suspicions.

That person was Allan, it seemed. More importantly, Rep was with him, and was incredibly displeased with her actions. She winced and shrunk back from his attack, hissing out an ouch. He called her a harpy, and told her to get away from him, and Shiloh and Quinn both came to her defense, and Mimsy found that breathing was suddenly very difficult.

Harpy? Brow furrowed, she looked at Rep and frowned.

"Hey..." Her voice was soft, and even more quiet than the little whispers she'd been steadily offering to the dead Hunters. "That is not the kind of monster that I am."

Still, she did move away from him, and bowed her head to Rep. It made perfect sense, really, except for his faulty classification.

"I apologize. I know that he was one of yours." There was sincerity in this statement too, thought it was devoid of regret. That was something that she couldn't offer.

Without another word, she extended the box of Pocky that she'd found in Simon's pockets towards him, then moved to put her arm around Shu again.

"Hi, little rabbit," she whispered, curling her fingers into her hair. "I can't bring him back. But I will bring you home."

HP: 56

THE SECURITY ROOM

"STOP IT."

He was crying now, the shocked silence broken by the screams and curses that filled the room. He scrambled up to Mark, crouching over his body and checking for a pulse. He turned his head to look at the gun wound, to see if it had penetrated, if maybe he could be saved..

It was hard to see anything through the tears. "********, hey. Hey. ********. I told you to stay awake. Let's go. We gotta go home now." His large body was shaking, and he shook Mark as he did. "Wake up. Blow this place up. Do your job. GET UP. NOW."

Dorms

Rep was still far away, glassy eyed and wild as people stepped in to protect Mimsy. He wanted to scream at them, to demand that they see sense, that they realize what he wanted but could not articulate. He wanted to argue with Ian that the only dumb person here was the one allowing the desecration of a dead man in front of his best friend.

But all of those things required words, all of those things required coherence and the emotional pain he was in strangled all else.

When Mimsy backed off, he moved to attempt to stand over Simon - providing Mimsy's protectors permitted him to - but it was evident in the way his attention shifted that whatever grievance he had apparently had with the Life hunter dissipated immediately when she relinquished the man to him. He took the pocky and the look he gave her was more sentient, more alive than the distant rabid look he'd been giving moments before. It was an instant of pain, gratefulness and acknowledgment. He did not blame her for what she had been doing, only demanded that it cease.

He quickly froze over again as he looked over the others present, daring them to continue their callous desecration of the dead while he still stood. "Leave him be." he snarled, low.

Helpless he looked to Harrison. He didn't know what to tell Allan, he didn't know what to do or say. He had failed to uphold his promise to the Sun leader, he should have expected it, all he ever did was fail.

"Allan-sensei." he said, and the honourative was without even a fraction of embarrassment or irony. "Simon is gone." And it was only because of the all consuming hollow vacuum of sadness that he kept the tears at bay. He didn't want to tell him, he didn't want to say it and make it real, but he owed it to the other man, he owed everything to him.

Security Room

"NO." He screamed, his voice a low, booming yell that cracked with painful emotion. It was the sound of a grown man reacting like a child. "He'll be FINE, he'll be OKAY, we get him home, we put him in a ******** POD, STOP GIVING UP SO EASY."

With a heaving motion, Robert had Mark's body over his shoulder, and he stood, wiping the tears out of his eyes with his bare arm. "We go HOME."

Security Room

He didn't know if he wanted to scream or punch Robert or breakdown or simultaneously do all three. His brain was ready to shutdown at a moment's notice. "Robert." His came out dangerously low and icy. "We'll take Mark home after we finish what we came for. We don't just halfass things like this. Now..."

His gaze trailed toward the O hunter Mark had looked at. The hunter that had set things awry here. Laptop in hand, he bent down to see if there was anything useful on their person.

"Well, main HQ it is, then." Lex nodded, hoping that they'd find a place for said USB when they got there.

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After they'd made it through a field of grey-coated corpses and blood splatters. He made it through the wide doors, and began to look for room 201B, and yet he could hear...more gunfire? He wanted to run, but not with an injured Peyton on his back. He made a hurried pace, however, free hand with his own gun in tow.

What they found was... shocking. Lex stared at the scrubby body for a long while, saying nothing. Memories flooded through like a black tide, wave after wave of all the insults he'd hurled at Mark in secret or to his face hit him like charging rhinos. He stayed standing, for Peyton's sake, breathless and speechless.

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Dorm

"There's gunmen all over," Harrison said, "and I'm not a doctor. Even if we had the ******** supplies, I couldn't...the Doctor could. He could save him. H is alive, somewhere."

He'd saved Harrison. Years ago, when Harrison was fresh out of the pod.

"Anybody tried the cell phones? We haven't received a lot of direct ******** orders on this one, and I don't know where the hell everybody else is."

[ security ]

The first shot made her freeze. The second, her hands went up to her ears. The third, she backpedaled like a coward, a soundless scream echoing inside of her. The rest became white noise for a long while, ringing in her ears with the ricochet of bullets. She felt less than useless--like a mere bystander instead of a hunter who was supposed to be doing a job.

There were wails and they sounded unearthly. It triggered her back into action.

"It's okay." Stormy's voice was paper thin, but the set look on her face was anything but frail. "It's okay," she whispered to Gale, touching his back, sliding her hand across it as she passed by. "It'll be okay. Don't go." She did not know what to do about the security, but others did. Her sole ability, it seemed, was only ever for comforting people, however little it actually mattered in the end.

Solia was stuck in French, and she was grateful some of Dorian's lessons had stuck to her; not that it needed much translating otherwise. From the pack at her belt, Stormy produced her set of runic bandages and offered it to her. "If you'd like another. You look like you're good with them." Maybe, maybe, she didn't know, but she was trying.

Robert's wails were what hurt the most, the man that had launched her at a titan with gusto months ago replaced with an aching heart. The sight of Mark's lifeless body didn't seem to register as she stepped forward and stretched her arms around the giant of a Lifer to give him a hug, weaving under Mark's body. She understood keenly what it was like to be someone who fought, even for what people thought was a lost cause.

Home sounded good right now.

"We'll go home soon," she promised him gently. "Soon."

She then crouched and searched for Mark's weapon tablet to take with her.