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Aleister yawned, he didn't really want to sleep but he was getting bored just sitting there listening to Puca.

<... And there was this one filly, she was pretty. However she was way out of my league.>

Aleister sighed, <That's good to kno--- hey what's going on outside?> The new death hunter thanked goodness for a chance to find something else to do besides listen to Puca. Though it was his own fault he'd asked.

"Ohh...!" He had moved quickly to the door, sticking his head out. Puca was a small spiky ball on a key chain attacked to a belt loop on his pants. "People!"

He bounced out of his room to see if he could meet anyone. Maybe make a new buddy, though he paused as he looked around the room. There were a ton of hunters it seemed. Some he knew from when he first woke up, others he didn't know if he knew them or not... of course he was still keeping an eye out for shadows.

As a few of the others introduced themselves, Deryk nodded to them. His eyes darted to Candace briefly, then went on.

"I'm Bond. Deryk Bond," he said with a smug grin, "Nice to meet you both."

Turning back to Ryan, the grin only widened. Rather then tell him, he figured, he'd show off! Besides, Tooley wasn't a very big weapon so he didn't have to worry about knocking anyone over or something like that. And thus, he beckoned her to reveal herself. What had appeared to be a normal leather bracelet of sorts, soon turned into the bracer-looking weapon.

"Check this out," he said, not quite done in showing what she could do. The bracer was just the first part after all. Holding his hand up by his head, pointing towards the ceiling, a shink! could soon be heard. Coming out from by his wrist was the blade. He left it out there for a few moments, before having the blade retract back in.

"Isn't she awesome!"

“I don’t remember any Gammas, sorry,” Wilson informed Cass with an apologetic shrug.

“And it wasn’t a very nice prank, if you ask me, though I suppose you’re right. At least it’s not completely shredded” He frowned as he looked back down at his coat again. “Well, I guess it kinda fits? I’m a…Death Hunter or whatever so I suppose the tattered clothes suits.” Wilson imagined Dabir in his summoned form, gasmask and all, and he tried not to chuckle at the interesting image that formed in his mind. Very suitable indeed. “Well, his name isn’t actually Gramps. He just sounds really similar to my grandpa. He’s actually Dabir,” he confessed. He angled his gaze toward the keychain and nodded thoughtfully. “Neat. What does Locke turn into?”

“Official?” he repeated as he glanced at Cass and Marcus. “Congrats.” He paused and added, “Did any other Deltas wake up? I’m kinda curious.” Wilson asked no one in particular, but he hoped someone would be nice enough to answer.

"Treat your weapons kindly?" Wilson wasn't sure what she meant, but he nodded his head obediently anyways. "Okay then."

"haha, no way Jordan. My old man and Ma wouldn't be able to handle another child other than me, especially if it was a boy." he said carefree as he patted the sniper back, it might have been a bit heavy handed but it was hard to assess such things. Considering all the medical bills he wracked up over the years, he knew he was lucky that his pa was such a expedient doctor.

He didn't even bother to flinch at Gale's "NOT pick on gale day." frankly because, everyday was pick on gale day. But he still rubbed his hand on the edge of his shirt before calmly shoving it in his windbreakers pocket. Roughhousing was a common thing back before coming here, a normal boxing club greeting, and it was rather hard to break tradition still. But he still had to smirk at Marcus, returning the look. "But of course, with all the fresh meat around, i understand." It didn't even cross their minds that Cass was still present.

However the good humor quickly dropped as he heard a word that the boxer never expected to hear again.

"FIVER?!" He bellowed out in a rage before dashing up to the sap and with a angry roar launched his fist straight toward the other guy's side for a body blow and hopped back to put some distance. "Zeta Seven or as I'm known now, Leon Stone." he scowled out in irritation and brought his heavy fists into a standard offensive boxing stance. "Remember me?"

The boxer just wished that some people could just stay asleep sometimes.

Ah, so the good doctor had done something like that before then. How many times has his assistant been shot in the head for that very purpose, he had to wonder. It sounded like a pretty crappy job.

"Nope. Didn't explain. Just came in with her and blew her brains out. Bam. Just like that. Told us to hold our questions as they could be answered with either 'magic' or 'deal with it'," Deryk frowned.

As far as the advice on taking care of the weapons and listening to them, it sounded straightforward enough. Though, he wasn't sure if Tooley would really be telling him a whole lot. She certainly wasn't all that helpful in aiding him find her in the cove at first.

she chimed, continuing to speak in a rather singsong sort of tone.

Before he could respond to her, the one that just introduced himself as Leon suddenly went to punch Tedan.

"AH!" he jumped, even if it wasn't him being attacked, "What was that for man? No need to get violent. No. ... Pleasedontpunchmetooforthatmatter."

He didn't know what the cause for the strike was, but he could never be too careful about that.

Jordan didn't bother to fight the urge to facepalm. Was this really going to play out all over again? Well - he had no intention of getting between them this time. He'd made too many mistakes back then. However, he might be able to do something about the impending fight anyway. "If anyone gets hurt too badly," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "I'm sure Dr. H will be happy to patch them up."

He crossed his arms over his chest, half inclined to just go back to his room. Wasn't this a pleasant little reunion.

"Good mornin', Good mornin'! We've talked the whole night through, Good mornin', Good mornin' to you!" The singing down the hallway proceeded the man before he practically skipped his way into the room. New recruits! New wakers! Truthfully, he was pretty sure just about everyone he had become acquainted to had awoken already, but there was always a chance of meeting new wonderful faces... and maybe some of these so-called 'Hatchlings' would be musically inclined? The idea urged him forward, and by the time he swept in through the doors, Jerry was beaming.

"When the band began to play The sun was shinin' bright. Now the milkman's on his way, It's too late to say goodnight! So, good mornin', good mornin'! Sunbeams will soon smile through, Good mornin', good mornin', to you-
And you, and Jordan!" His face perked up more, if that was possible.

His burns were looking marginally better. By way of dry, black and brown scabs across his cheek flaking away to show the pink and white scars fresh from their last mission. "Alpha, sir! I er wanted to thank- Ah Candace!" He beamed at his friends and acquaintances all getting to know the new faces, adjusting his glasses excitedly, "Anyone we know woken?"

He question was cut short as suddenly punches were thrown, and his jolly expression fell a bit as he side stepped to practically hide behind Jordan, "Er- um. Heated... already? They er... are aware we aren't in Golems at the moment, right? No use killing eachother *now*..."