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New York City was alive as it had ever been, waves of people pulsing with laughter and cheering and excitement. They were all so beautifully, blissfully ignorant, and though some might envy them, C kind of...pitied them. They would never know how important tonight was. They would never have any idea what sacrifices would have to be made, what trials had to be overcome just to keep them in their thrumming existence.

The increasing worry that coiled in the Life hunter's stomach hadn't let up since the beginning of the Time's Square trip, and with a moment to herself, she watched as the others spoke, chewing mindlessly at the corner of her lower lip far past the point when it tasted vaguely of copper.

Missions usually weren't scary things. She held a carefree demeanor most of the time, in spite of her ability to really focus on things when it was necessary. And she could always look forward to the souvenir purchases when the mission came to an end - entire hours spent plucking through trinkets and knick-knacks and tacky shirts to bring back to Mark and Selena and Velda. Especially Velda. Her reactions to the gifts were always worth millions more than the items themselves.

At the announcement that they would need a pilot and two guards, she broke her trance and began her search for her brother and Selena. Mark wasn't too difficult to find; she wasn't too sure who he was babbling to over his headset, but okay. C hooked his arm around his and, when Selena was located, she did the same to her, focusing straight ahead to avoid any potential glares of distaste.

They were going to Wizard of Oz this s**t and nobody else had a say in that.

She considered giving Em a quick peck goodbye, but five minutes wasn't the longest time, and there were inevitably others than would want a more eloquent moment with her. Besides, they could just have another "nail painting party." Tomorrow.

They would be home tomorrow.






((C/Selena/Mark will be team'd <3

@Tig and astra: I need to rest a bit, meds aren't kicking in as well as they should be. I don't think I'll fall asleep, but IF I DO, I set my phone ringer back to the nyan cat theme so I know it'll wake me, call if you need me XD))

Little did Neil expect to be approached so quickly as the younger hunter looked behind him on both sides before pointing a finger directly at himself. "Who, me?" he asked in disbelief. Normally he was so used to having to ask others to help with his missions, not the other way around but the moon hunter was glad for the brief change. Cobalt blue eyes flitted with held back delight as he ruffled his hair in thought. "I actually don't." he replied back, embarrassed at his plight and stuck his hand out to the other male. "Moon hunter, Neil." it wasn't exactly friendship, but it was better than having to die alone in the battlefield.

And lightning did seem to strike twice as the boy's eyes darted to the side and saw one of the female hunters approaching them, one that had the luck of carrying a fear weapon in fact. Blue yes grew huge as Miriam shyly introduced herself. "I don't see the problem with that, but i think you might have to ask him." he said, passing the buck over to his temporary brother in arms.

teammates, yay.

Oh thank sweet baby jesus a moonie was joining them.

Having these different factions would be strategic to success. That is... in none of them were the confrontational type. Dylan certainly wasn't but he could sense it in arguments gone haywire. If two hunters didn't agree on something it was a formula for failure.

Naturally though there is always catalysts that change this. A horseman for example of the coming apocalypse perhaps.

Turning to face Mercutio Dylan gave a wave and further inspected his now growing group. "Duh-duh-do we uh know whosa gunna do whut yet? I have uuuh flew an air hogs plane before but uther than that..." At least that was what the equipment resembled to this simple man.

Nodding to Niel, the rainbow haired young man gave a rather...icy smile, "Life Hunter, Alexi." All he said, taking the other's hand and shaking it. That was one. Then a woman hunter with a Fear Weapon came near to them. This brought a slow smirk onto his face, and he nodded, "You could help us out a lot. I think it would be for the best if you joined us." These were the most words Alexi had spoken all day. This would benifit all three of them. Three people, more of a chance to survive right?

Em heard Julio's voice before she saw him, and her cozy feeling gave way to a very unusual feeling of awkwardness. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her lips turned down just slightly in worry. Was this going to distract her from her job? What would be the point of any of this, of all of her plans, if she just went and died before she could..

Em stood up straight and turned, looking up at Julio with a shock of worry in her eyes. "Julito, baby, listen-"

No. She'd promised herself she would wait until New Years. She promised! Just because she didn't know if she was going to make it..

No.

She would make it. Her relaxed expression returned, and she shook her head. "Make sure I'm your New Years kiss. Okay? I call dibs."

Her shoulders sagged slightly, and she switched her helmet to her other hand. It took a minute, but the life returned to her, and pretty soon she was smiling up at Marsh and Lowe, that playful grin returning to her face. She looked at their faces, and her heart sped up in joy.

"I'm ready, boys. The dark is waiting for us to stumble - so let's turn on the light."

Gear. Of course she'd be going on a mission with this miscreant. Titania couldn't hold back her fond laugh. "Whoever's tongue was looser, I guess we can finally settle who's got the better brain, Gear. A date? Nah, you were were raving on and on about tropical fruits. I believe you promised me a date, not a date, and that if we both lived, you'd lend me your hat if we ever made it to Egypt. Save me from all that sunburn, wasn't that what you said?"

And with that, she tipped his fedora off his head, flipping it to her own head with practiced ease, laughing as she ducked around Profe. Yes, she fully expected the life hunter was as interested in playing monkey in the middle with Gear's headgear (8D) as she was.

Profe seemed to resemble a dead body as he was dragged along with his fellow hunter.

In the middle of Titania's 'grab-the-hat', Gear undoubtedly dropped the life hunter -- who fell in a heap on the ground. Oh-- his aching back. Brushing his white bangs back, his coat markedly dusty for the fall, his glasses remained crooked on the bridge of his nose. From his upside down view, he looked up at Titania with an open eye. "The fedora looks good at you, Titania."

"Good to see you again." He waved before bothering to sit up. "So I'm on the argus?" That suited him just fine. He might have been a very handsome, intelligent, talent, and perhaps eccentric life hunter but would be the first to admit that he lacked any physical skill that missions required.

Profe hadn't cared about his group one way or another. Even if they had been complete strangers. But as it was arranged, being coupled with Gear and Titania was both an efficient and desirable outcome. Their friendship making the interactions betweem them easy, Profe straightened. Slinging both arms around his teammates, he proposed, "But let's have some fun, shall we?"