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Rep made it his business to keep track of the resident moons at least to some extent, so at the very least out of those gathered he remembered Jason. The fact Harrison had almost almost fallen to his death trying to save him back in the horseman lands only helped.

"As ******** well as a guy in a leotard can be doing." he stated grimly, but despite his irritable comment, he couldn't help but smirk, his mood decently optimistic despite the presence of more women than he was strictly happy to have around.

He was glad to say the least that he'd decided to wear relatively normal clothes over his own leotard however, not really able to keep from staring at the unfortunate individuals who were wearing nothing but. It gave him a chance to very quietly assess physiques he didn't normally get the chance to.



He blinked and furrowed his brows.

<<Look who is talking.>>

"But on the whole, not too bad."

He prodded Harrison on the shoulder for his comment about the defenders. "Sometimes suns."

"Something like that. Hi, Rin," Jerry mumbled gloomily, picking away at a few chords.

Killzone had greeted each hunter and trainee with a firm nod and some intense eye contact, but left it at that as he was currently meditating to reach the apex of his Killzone Place in order to lead this expedition into the jungles of the human heart. Finally he took a deep, cleansing breath and began, "Alright, ********, it's time to go into the wild places of your inner spaces and discover new things about ourselves and each other. We're also gonna make some ******** s'mores and roast some weinies, so best buckle up because we're gonna have ourselves some mothering fun, so turn those bitchass frown upside down, because we're turning all the sad little hunter painbows into a** kicking rainbows, YEAH!"

As he spoke, the large man stalked around the campers, inspecting them and their gear. Petra got a long stare and a sad shake of the head before he patted her shoulder in pity and moved on. Jerry's guitar got a big ******** thumbs up. The rest got squinty stares and big smiles that might have been a little unnerving in how white and gleeming his teeth looked. One by one, he also tied a friendship bracelet around their wrists, the sort that twelve year old girls exelled at creating. Twelve year old girls and Killzone, that is.

"Alright, we're gonna be heading through the ******** jungle, and it's dangerous out there, so we're gonna use the ******** buddy system to you can keep tabs on each other's asses and not get sucked into a sand pit or fall into a pit of stakes. Or snakes. Clarice uses this particular path for testing s**t out, and b***h likes her poisonous, flesh-eating wildlife. Now..." He went around again, this time leading each hunter to their partner, and having them each hold hands. In some cases the leading was a bit more forceful than others, but in the end there were four pairs of hunters all holding hands.

Some might have tried to separate as soon as the Life hunter's back was turned.

These people would find themselves s**t out of luck as their hands refused to part.

Trust Killzone to be the Life hunter who decided to create runic friendship bracelets.

"We're gonna learn a lot about teamwork, here, and running through the jungle, you'll be reliant on your buddy and they'll need to rely on you as well. Pay attention to each other's movements, synch up as best you can, and help each other out of dangerous situations! Now are you bitches ready to get all up in each other's Special Places? YEAAAAH! Now follow the ******** leader!" Raising his arms to the sky, Killzone kicked his backpack up into his hand and then took off running in the direction of the jungle.

Rin wanted to greet Jerry, she wanted to perhaps egg him on into song. To relax and unwind and possibly make a new friend in this strange Petra woman - or at least answer her question. But all thoughts of giddy joy and happiness and ponies farting rainbows ended as Killzone pretty much explained to them all what was what.

This did not sound like a fun relaxing getaway at all - it sounded like the worst mission ever. She quickly tried to reach for Jerry but Killzone already had her by the wrist and was dragging her off. She protested - protested a lot! But it hadn't accomplished much other than calling Killzone every expletive in the book before her hand was hooked with Ami's. She promptly tried to tug away as soon as Killzone let go - watching or not.

When she realized she couldn't let go she tugged even harder with a panicked squeal similar to a rabbit that just had the teeth of a bear trap clamp down on them.

She eventually settled down and gave Ami a sad apologetic stare and siggghhed, "So. Uh. Hi?"

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Jerry brightened only a bit as Killzone gave him a thumbs up, beaming a bit as he opened his mouth to ask a question but no sooner had the bracelet been slapped around his hand, Petra was dragged off, "Ah- Pet I'll be your er..." And then she was practically thrown at Rep.

Well then. If anyone could handle their own in Rep's company, it would be Petra. He had turned to ask Rin when Killzone was back, shoving him towards Jason to slap their hands together. He barely had time to shift his guitar to his back, "Ah... oh! Er... hi!" He smiled weakly, before trying to awkwardly pull his hand out of the other man's.

It didn't work.

Jerry frowned. Hopefully this was just... while they traveled? He couldn't play any campfire songs if he had no use of one of his hands! Let alone properly use his weapon... Warily, he tried to see who Sasha had been paired with...

"Yeah, right" Jason answered back, trying not to think about the possible answer to Harrisons question (no one). The next question made him grimace. "Yes...well I did, but it's packed away now." He then grimaced at Reps answer, trying to ignore the feeling he was being looked over. (He was...relatively sure Rep was straight. Although he did hang around Harrison a lot...oh god why was he even thinking about this He wanted his clothes back right now)

"G-good to hear you're doing well...or as well as the circumstances will allow." And now Jason was faced to face with a large black man wearing his own leotard.

He couldn't remember a time when he felt so exposed.

And then he was given a friendship bracelet. Looking at it dubiously, Jason heard the words 'Jungle', 'poisonous snakes' and 'flesh eating', and had barely three seconds to whimper when his hand was shoved into another.

"Hello there...ahh...glad to have you as my partner?" He couldn't keep his voice to a normal octave as images of fleshing eating poisonous snakes ran through his brain.

Harrison, in spite of his usual division loyalties, wondered if losing a hand would be worth losing what was attached to it.

It'd make getting Rep cleared for a weapon easier, that was for sure.

....Clarice would be back soon, he told himself. And then they wouldn't have to deal with her. Even if he'd told Rep to make nice, holding the smaller clawed (just nails) hand made his skin crawl. She'd weaseled her way up alongside Killzone into the second-most-powerful position in the division. Rep still had the marks on his neck. He didn't trust her as far as he could throw her, and the fact that she was here at crazy camp didn't surprise him in the least.

He returned Rep's look.

Petra used to be a moon. It'd be okay. Rep's shield was still low, though, and he didn't know how it'd handle anything that ate through blood and skin. "It's ******** stuck," he offered, lifting up his (and consequentially Sasha's hand) and swiveling it this way and that before unceremoniously dropping it. "...Call if you get stuck in quicksand or anything." He shuffled his duffel bag higher on his shoulder. "Or if you get bit," he added reluctantly.

KIllzone was disappearing fast.

"See you at camp." He said meaningfully, then yanked Sasha forward into the dense undergrowth with long, determined strides. When he talked to her, it was in a completely different tone. "Yeah, I don't like it either, but ******** you. When they said bonding I didn't know they meant ******** superglue. Sorry. Frickin superglue," he said, holding back the urge to roll his eyes. The euphemisms about summed Sasha up for him. A lot of nastiness hiding behind grandma clothes and baby-talk.

Listen to her, using her words like grown-up. Guess she didn't see the need for the innocent act.

It wasn't the amends that were the problem. It was being this close to something this slimy.

"Ordeal," Harrison repeated, chilly. He came to an abrupt near-halt. "You remember the last mission? The one with suns sprayed all over the jungle? The one you were going to let Rep go into unarmed? Cause I ******** do. What do you want? H put him at your mercy. He asks for your help and you slit his throat. And I can't do jack s**t about it, you expect me to just..."

His voice broke.

"What do you want?"

There was a hissing noise from off the trail.

"If it's money, I can put it together. If it's favors, I'll do them. If you just want to see...see somebody suffer- but...don't....don't kill him."