Welcome to Gaia! ::

Nevada looked away from the rotting mess, starting to move forward when two black figures popped out. The red first made eye contact, looking at them and then attempting to dash away.

And then another came and tackled it. She couldn't tell if they were hunters or Halloween but for some reason...she couldn't but throw herself into the fray. Stormy seemed to understand, moving to defend her.

"The red one..." She nodded her head, "We get him..it...and then we head out." Especially since she had no idea what was going on, she could be helping an enemy for all she knew. "HEY!" Nevada stood in her position, spraying bullets at the two, mostly at the purple. "Don't you two have something better to do?"

Damage to Purple: 7

Nevada and Gale were alike in that way: they didn't mind charging ahead even without all the facts, whereas Stormy's indecision left her to fill in the role of support. Keep Red Trim in the green and fend off Purple Trim it was . . . Though she couldn't help but wonder why two similarly dressed people happened to be here, and why the red one was being pursued. The itch to get information was hard to keep in check--though keeping Nevada safe was more important to her.

She prayed silently that her friend had made the right choice, nodded slightly, and clenched her jaw as the discs slammed into her shield and forced her back a step; at least her blade had managed to check the second one's momentum. Stormy didn't recover in time to stop the dagger however, and she overcompensated for her weapon's weight with a belated swing back in place before her fellow Mist.

"I'm not guessing either've you have something to do with the Fear infection?" she asked with more energy than her body had, letting one hand grip the handle while the other braced against the back of the blade for any further attacks.

HP: 18
Defending: Nevada for 3

Neither figure answered their questions. A the purple trimmed figure raised his hands, the red trimmed was upon them. A metal disc was held in their hand as they drove it into their opponent, causing a fountain of dark red liquid to rise up from the strike.

The red trimmed figurine straightened up, one foot planted on their opponent's chest. A black mask reminiscent of a ninja covered their face, their body covered in what looked to be a uniform of some sort. It seemed as if they were about to speak, stopped as something dropped from the trees above to land on them.

The third figure drove a gray and runic blue spear into them, pinning the red-trimmed figure to the ground. "Right. As if they're going to answer your questions while they're in the middle of fighting." The brown figure pushed their cowl back, an unamused look on Aria's face as she surveyed her former Mists.

Their former leader looked a bit different. Gone was the hunter coat, replaced with a brown trench coat that had seen better days. Her goggles were still in place above her head, and she still had her weapon. In fact, her flamethrower was pointing right at them.

"Nobody has time mid-battle to talk. After? Now, there's a chance providing you make it out alive." She jerked her weapon towards them, her voice hardening. "Throw down your weapons. Now."

Nevada almost forgot about the new years event. How it was a different world, so much more then there own. Lance hd been her dad, Pandora her sister. Stormy and Aria had been neighbors. She always mistrusted Aria.

There and here.

Nevada hissed as the flamethrower was thrown at their faces. A frustrated growl escaping because she knew this would happen, She knew it would. Aria was always around, always messing this up. If they hadn't stumbled across her stupid Halloween plot.

She didn't trust her, and she watched Stormy carefully for the girl's reaction.

"I didn't think I'd see you at all..." Nevada hissed, wondering why Aria couldn't just stay disappeared. Unlike Stormy, she clutched to her weapon tighter. "We're on a mission." She brought her weapon closer..."There's a infection of fear around here." She repeated, "Why are you here?" She accused.

It shouldn't have thrilled her so much to see Aria genuinely grinning like that, and yet a little smile of her own blossomed for a moment. But maybe even that was too much; Nevada was still watching after all. "Yeeeaah, that was going to be a mess either way," Stormy commented, her gaze shifting between Aria and Purple Trim. "At least they don't have to suffer anymore." Or exist even, judging by how quickly the mass of mammals had deteriorated.

She felt a quiet tension remaining as Nevada chose to keep her weapon, but she had to keep hoping things wouldn't escalate because of it. Talking would help, it had to. Nevertheless, Stormy inched a little close to Nevada, still protective even without her weapon in hand: she could discard the greatsword, but she wouldn't do the same to her best friend. Her hands longed for something to hold, though; there was a hole where the kit or runic weapons could have filled, and she felt the edge of it keenly now. "We're looking for the source of the infection. D'you have any leads you want to share so we can stop anything worse from happening?"

< < You cannot sincerely hope that they will aid you. > >

I can sincerely hope that we can avoid more unnecessary fighting.

"Figures," Aria muttered as her comrade moved towards the red-trimmed figure, kneeling down next to it. One hand left the weapon long enough to pass him a pair of what looked to be handcuffs. The weapon moved slightly as Stormy moved closer to Nevada.

When Stormy spoke, Aria reached into a pocket and threw a small vial towards her. "Poison in the water. From what we can tell it's been altered to affect creatures so that when those creatures turn, the humans would produce a sudden spike of Fear." She shrugged, lowering her weapon. "There's your cause, and yes I'm working with folk from Halloween." Aria met Nevada's glare with one of her own. "I see that you'd fit right in with the hunters."

As they were speaking, her companion had removed the spear pinning the red-trimmed figurine down and had since thrown them over his shoulder. "Hoi. Sorry tae break the reunion, but ye wouldn't have came 'ere by yerselves did ye? Or did ye bring company?"

She thought of all people that Stormy would understand the hate for Halloween. They took her eye and her body and ruined her. They always ruined things for her, with her, around her. Halloween was the root of their troubles. They always would be.

She ignored Stormy's whisper, against her best nature. Her chin raising at Aria's comment. "I am a hunter. I don't need to fit in, because that is what I am." Her gaze fell to halloween creature, and the body he was taking.

"So we're just suppose to take your word that it was poison in the well?" Nevada stiffened, "Am I to tell Lance, Well we found the cause to be poison, Aria told us, you know, the one who betrayed the Island? Who's wanted for treason? How do I know this isn't some plot to throw hunters off while you do some freaky experiments?"

Her hand shook, looking at Stormy. "Why do you trust her so much? You act like really acts in the best interest of everyone but really it's because she's selfish!" The face was also accusatory, hiding the selfishness of her own guilt, her own fear. "Our mission is saving HUMANS and ELIMINATING the threat."

She swung her gaze back at Aria. "Do you even care for humans at all?"