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"Leslie Miller," said not one of the boys. Stormy had snuck in shortly after Gale, looking listless and tired. Her hood was up and her scarf was tied tightly around her neck; no amount of bare skin showed saved for her hands (one which seemed streaked with something) and face. She didn't seem very aware of anything outside her line of vision, which was currently the group's shoes.

Rude, Gale, RUDE. Only Sherry got lap privileges ok.
He decided to shove the shorter death hunter over just because.
"Uh, some guy."
It was probably better to ask Gale.

... or Stormy. STORMY CONTROL YOUR BOYFRIEND.

A group of people she spotted and familiar faces from the beach party, she bounced off like a bunny and hopped towards the mass. Friends, she's gonna make more new friends!

"Abbi! Abbi! Moon moon, the sea kraken, how are you?" She beamed at the red hair with a sweet appearance, hand waving and jumping up and down, obviously she was the shorter one. "Anything wrong?" She asked with a curious smile.

Shortly, she took Sherry's hands she noticed. "Heyyyyy you are - Sherry? We are both from Death division, so I hope we have chance to do duties together!" She smiled sweetly and big. "Please teach and look after me, senpai~"

And then Nora she gave a chocolate a long while ago, "Hello, do you like the chocolate last time? I have some moreeeee~" Seeing the snacks on her hand, Shu asked happily.

Lastly, a new face that she might come across on twitter, trying to escape from Mr. Snow White...."Nice to meet you, Shu from Death division, intermediate hunter!" A hand was reached out cheerfully towards Lesile.

The quote train never end.....

He was smiling widely at their gathered group, but something was missing, something blonde and sassy and - there she was.

"HEY MAEBE, HEY! HEY!"

He might have flailed and waved in a way for that anyone else might have been embarrassing but for him, was nothing short of the usual.

Coffee and sketchbook in hand, Harland made his way to the meeting outside the lighthouse portal. He was not particularly concerned about the text, but he was also a little bit sleepy still, and ergo he didn't really register imminent threat.

He was confused about the censorship. At first, he honestly didn't understand that it was swearing that was being blocked out-- in fact, even after a lot of contemplation, he still wasn't sure it was the case. He wasn't always the brightest. He was thinking determinedly of not-missions. Mostly, he was thinking of Alistaire curled up beside--

He wasn't thinking of anything at all.

The sudden appearance of the dynamic duo, and the arm flung over his shoulder, caused the man to give a squeak of fright. It never failed. He should be used to Ian and his random shoulder hugs by now.

"o-oh! Ian! Shiloh!" A pause "Hi." He said after a moment awkwardly. The bandages around ians neck received a frown, but not much else. It was common seeing bandaids and bandages around here.

"nothing good if they want us all. " he replied at luckys prompting.

"This coffee is terrible," said Alistaire, sitting not next to Harland, but instead standing somewhere in the vicinity behind him. He was holding a Styrofoam cup in one gloved hand, a somewhat disgruntled expression behind the glasses he now wore perched on the end of his nose. A brief glance was given to his brother and his...significant other...before Alistaire redirected his attention back to the only person he actually trusted in the room. Evan was also given the briefest of glances as Alistaire's eyes moved back to Harland.

"What sort of mission do you think this will be, anyway?" he asked, taking another sip of the coffee and wincing slightly.