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Finally, after what seemed like forever, Marcus manged to get to the portal, jumping to the other side. "Thank. ********. God." Panting, he bent over working to catch his breath. God damn these pants. Looking around the room, it seemed a fair number of the trainees had managed to make it back in one piece. More or less.

One of them was currently in his underthings, bleeding.
"Really? God ******** damn it- Michael." Walking over to the downed hunter he rolled his eyes at the crowd gathered around him. "You have a passed out trainee, bleeding and none of you are running him to the infirmary? Is someone fetching bandages? Just-" He sighed. "Lovely. Michael." Marcus slapped him lightly on the face. "Wake the ******** up." He slapped him lightly again. "Wake the ******** up or we won't be able to get pizza." Another light slap. "I'll tell Julie you really want to help her test her experimental cookies now wake the ******** up." He looked at the others. "In my defense, this would probably work with me."

Oh Cass, so cocky. "This coming from the one who couldn't do one pushup? " Leon said sweetly and rolled his eyes at the hunter he sat with. That was Cass, the best little student he ever had when it comes to working out. it came with an almost fatherly pride whenever he saw the fellow stray lifting her weapon with the greatest of ease.

Even if he was to young to be a father in his own opinion, nor did he ever donate to any sperm bank yet. "i just want to know when we can get out of these itchy clothes." He muttered suddenly, feeling the heat and scratchiness of the fabric on the skin.

He noticed the one hunter who was on the floor, sans funny costume, even if he was heavily wounded, leon did feel a twinge of jealousy. "that guy has the right Idea."

Running around naked did seem like a much better choice, but for now he'd settle for undoing the top half of the robe so his arms and chest could get some air.

Happy sighs for all involved. "Much better." he said in momentary relief of all the cheap cottony feel.

Rep had his eye drawn against his will by another flash of flesh. And immidiately regretted this, looking away with a scowl. Yeah, they needed ******** shirtless guys as well as mostly naked ones. That was just what they needed. This place was so ******** homo. It never stopped.

He did glance back along at Jerry and frowned spotting Jordan nearby, once again feeling there was a sun heirarchy he wasn't really a part of.

He scowled but didn't reply

He rolled his eyes, being nice was ******** overated. But at least for once the angel had made him feel a little better.

Then having his eye drawn again by Leon made him feel less better.

Ariane face planted as she tripped over her robes.

This was getting kind of old.

Otto had already tried this routine and once again Michael completley and utterly failed to wake up. Although if he had he'd have been horrified that his pizza was being threatened.

...what he hadn't met Julie yet.

It sucked because Marcus chose at that moment to look up. Leon had taken off the top half and was by Cass. And said something about wanting Leon's arms. Granted Marcus's arms were no where near Leon's, (nor did they even have the same bulk for that matter, Marcus wanted Cass to look at him. Dis was encouraging him, saying something about adding to the show. "Pardon, but this thing is pissing me off."

He took off the top half of the costume off too. Look at him Cass, your boyfriend was shirtless and he was sending you mental smoulders.

Somehow, his plan made sense to him.

Dis might have been a part of it.

Micheal wasn't waking up. "Michael you dumb ********." Oddly spoken with a bit of affection. Hey, the guy was moon. Marcus was bias. "Okay plan B."

Looking around the room, ~*~Marcus realized someone~*~ had left their bag. That someone being the Sun division lead. Now normally, Marcus wouldn't touch it. He'd stay far away from it. But- "Well let's see if the man has any." Walking over, Marcus began to fish around in Allen's bag discovering what could only be described at mecha baindaids.

Seriously.

They had robots and s**t on them.

"Found some bandages. Now who wants to feel up Michael while they patch him up?" Maybe it was Marcus just tired of the bullshit and his 'give a ******** o meter' had reached critical mass but he even suggested- "Rep? Want to learn how to bandage up a fellow trainee?" He motioned over to Michael. "I am sure it will be a very educational experience for you."

Rep narrowed his eyes irritably as he was forced to look back at Marcus again, keeping his effort on making constant eye contact and looking NOWHERE ELSE. He narrowed his eyes standoffishly.

"I'll pass. Wouldn't want to deprive you of man touching time." Seriously, he was suspicious why he of all people was picked out for bandaging duty. Especially when the guy was hardly wearing ANYTHING. Weren't there women around who could do it? Or moons? Didn't moons do the bandaging butthurt babies?