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Davey found it amusing that the new kids were less wary of him than the more experienced trainees. No longer so scary, huh? Maybe already knowing people helped. Gale introducing him was surely less intimidating than if Davey stood on the outside of the group all the time.

"I have my days," he told Ryan and Eva. Mostly when someone was stupid or mentioned the arm, or if Davey was having a bad day because of the arm, or... well, it came down the arm a lot, really. And as his mother had lovingly pointed out, he sometimes had the eyes of psychopath. She'd suggested counselling; Davey had joined the Hunters instead. (Which possibly only proved that he really had needed that counselling after all.)

"Is there much to do here aside from training, eating, and sleeping?" Eva asked Gale.

"We tried having a party once," Davey shrugged. "Bit hard when the food here is, well. And the lack of a stereo and such." Bix had done a pretty decent job, considering what he had to work with. It was just that there really wasn't anything to work with.

An eyebrow rose when Ryan said it must be nice to have someone from your own country here. Right, because that made them cousins or people who'd lived in the same town. "I suppose he gets my slang and craving for tea, if nothing else." Sure, he got along with Gale. But it had very little to do with both being Brits and more to do with the fact that Gale was bloody good solider. Hunter. Whatever.

~Every time I think I got stuck with the most retarded Hunter out there, someone comes along and proves me wrong.~

Now Davey gave in the urge to roll his eyes. "Bitchblade's awake," he explained. Gale, at least, had heard about Azrael's sparkling personality. Definitely time to take a seat, before Azrael decided to expland on his opinions of the newest trainees.

Davey dropped into a chair next to the others. Might as well quiet down and see if that would encourage Caelius to begin the mission briefing.

Oblivious to everything that might have happened to his friend since their last mission, and any sort of angsty heartbreak he had been put through, Jerry caught sight of Robert amongst the cluster of Phoenixes, his eyes brightening considerably. "ROBBIE! Robert you came this time! Oh it'll be fantastic we work wonderfully together I promise I won't let anyone nearly die this time not with us there, not at all!" He pushed his way up to him, throwing a skinny arm around Robert's broad shoulders, his enthusiasm clearly forced and overbearing, "Have you put any thought into what I proposed, by and by? You do have such a fantastic voice it would be such a waste to not share it with everyone!"

Vanessa had gotten the text from Caelius while she was out exploring the Deus Ex facilities. She was debating trying her division's challenge when the message appeared. She turned on her heel and simply strode back toward the classrooms.

When she arrived, there was already several people there. Actually, there was practically everyone she'd seen before there, probably. Quietly she moved to an unoccupied seat, watching everyone converse around her.


((Short post is short since I have to run, sorry. XD;;; ))

It didn’t take long for the group to grow in size: Evie and Deryk, and a few others had also joined. The sudden growth in size startled him at first, but then Wilson brushed it off. He liked the liveliness and multiple conversations larger crowds provided.

“Ryan, not as late?” Wilson laughed. “Caelius isn’t debriefing yet and we’re all just chatting now. Can you really call that ‘late’?”

“I have no idea what this mission is going to be, to be honest, but I hope it isn’t going to be something like the last one.” He winced visibly at the memory. “I swear I can still feel the slime on my hands.” Shuffling dead bodies with bare hands didn’t sound sanitary at all. Once he realized that Davey was also here, he briefly waved. “Hey!”

Wilson did not want to get his head bit off, metaphorically or literally. “Sounds like a good idea.” He quickly followed after the others, seating himself next to Deryk. “What do you think this mission will be about this time?” He looked around and noticed Vanessa sitting a few chairs away. "Vanessa!" Wilson waved and gestured for her to come over, but if she didn't...well, that was fine too.

Jerry blinked, hand hovering where Robert's shoulders had once been, his forced exuberance wavering. "Er..."

I think. You overdid it, Jerrbear.

"R-robert, er... I... um. Ahahaha... It... Our last m-mission, I mean... I'm sorry it... went the way it did, but there's no reason to... to be afraid...!" He finally squeaked.

Robert let out a growl, wiping his face angrily and shaking his head. "Whatever, whatever. Christ, Jerry, this has nothing to do with our mission. Just, back off."

He slumped even lower into his chair, turning when he felt Jordan's hand on his back. He leaned into it, craving the comfort despite how unmanly it felt to do so. "No." He sighed out. "Can't. Been missing too many missions. Gotta catch up."

He sounded like a robot, but it was better than crying.

Jordan nodded slowly, not entirely convinced; but Robert had hauled himself back under control, and it'd be embarrassing him and doing him a disservice to attempt to insist otherwise. "You've got backup if you want it," he said instead, and patted Robert's back before slouching in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.