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When it seemed that there weren't going to be any fancy posing of any sort from the Caelius' Angels Mist Hunters, more names were called. Before blinked in surprise at Bix's reaction. With a tilt of his head and a pout, "What's wrong with Ferdinand? There's an awesome band called Franz Ferdinand." 8CCCCC Yes, Before rather liked the band and didn't see anything wrong with the name. But Bix wanted to be called Bix rather than that, and well, it made Before fell all warm and fuzzy inside. *w*

And then there was yet another commotion. As unhappy as Before was that he was being separated from his fellow Betas, he forced himself to look at the teeny tiny silver lining in all this: "Dysfunctional siblings? Kinda glad I'm not gonna be involved with either of them," he whispered over to Gale. Frankly, with the way some of the other hunters were talking and behaving, Before felt like he was back in High School.

He thought he'd escaped that hell already. But it was shaping up like he hasn't. @A@

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"Theven? That's kind of a st---" Jeremy paused, turning towards the front of the room where he heard his name. Leaving the conversation as is, he got to his feet and made his way to the front of the room, looking at the rest of the ones that were called up; including Bix who...had kind of an unusual name. He became somewhat distracted with the little episode between the pair - obviously siblings - and had been about to give the girl a highfive when Cass did it for him.

Well, that ended that! Instead he just laughed, shaking his head. It made him wonder what Dean would say if he were to wake from his pod...he doubted that the reactions would be remotely the same. Still at least grinning, he slid his hands into his pockets, chewed on the inside of his lip, and waited for his schedule. Or not.

"Someone already did, just sayin." Jeremy pointed out to Candace. "But if she wants two I'd be more than happy to." One hand slid out of his pocket, fingers waggling at Poe.

Anyone... ANYONE who turned to look at Bix about his name got the same deadly serious stare. In fact at some point he dragged a finger across his throat as if he'd murder anyone that mentioned it.

"B.I.X." He mouthed it to the few faces who glanced in his direction.

Bix took his schedule and looked down on it as he made his way back to his seat. Sun? He hated the sun! HIGH RISK? He gulped and then sneezed AND THEN stubbed his toe on his chair again.

s**t s**t s**t. He should have been happy to have his offensive skills even considered, but he honestly wasn't sure how he felt about all of this. He maybe was cannon fodder, MAYBE second string.

He thunked down in his seat, face screwed up in concentration. This was the perfect opportunity for him to make a new name for himself but at the same time he was slightly intimidated.

Robert swiveled one quick, ferocious gaze at the man he'd given his allegiance to, and in his eyes held the wordless answer he'd never want to give. Jordan's command would be ignored, without a second thought. This situation was too critical for Robert to bend his will to reason.

He took a step towards the girls, and gently brushed Cass out of the way, before grabbing his sister's hand out of the air and pulling it back down to her side. "Stop that." He hissed quietly at her. "What the ******** are you thinking? Don't you realize how much danger you're in right now? Why are you even - I mean you never - why didn't you tell me -"

His neck muscles bulged, as his face tensed in a sudden, painful looking attempt not to get emotional. It looked like he was going to burst from rage. He couldn't even hear all the voices suddenly chiming in, as if they had any right to speak. This was HIS sister. No one else mattered right now.

His hand reached out and brushed her hair back, in a sudden moment of weakness. It all felt like some terrible nightmare, seeing her face here among the others. He had been ready to give up his normal life, to fight and keep the people who deserved happiness safe.

But she'd been one of those people. And now he couldn't fight to protect her, because she was here, fighting alongside him.

No, not alongside him. His face paled as he heard Caelius' words. She would be fighting the risky battles, instead of him. Poe. His little sister. Risking her life. While he sat back and watched.

His shoulders sagged down and his eyes slid shut. A whimper, whiny in nature, snuck out. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

Jerry, on the otherhand, positively bristled with excitement. High Risk? Bah! Everything they had been through so far seemed like high risk, how would that be any different? The tiny, rational part of him was screaming in terror, but the rest of him quickly drowned it out with triumphant songs of glory all earned on the battlefield. He could prove himself, yet!

As he turned to head back to his seat, one of the other Sun Hunters (Oh, he liked the sound of that!) was flagged down by Robert- things clicked. She struck him as a tough girl, honestly, and with a hand on Jordan's shoulder to drag him forward as well for back up in case Robert's fist decided to put another tear in his lip, he called out, "Don't worry, Robby! Alpha One and I'll be there to look out for her!"

There was a lot going on, only a small fraction of which Hanna was enjoying keeping track of in that moment. She was desperate to receive her evaluation. And why not? Hanna liked getting feedback. She liked results, always had. In school, she had considered report cards a paper testament to her merits and areas that needed improvement and had a habit of bringing it to her parents after dinner so that they might all rally together to talk about where she would go from here.

The usual antics that many of the Hunters chose to engage in raged around Hanna all over again. Robert certainly had a penchant for calling attention to himself. The face-tattooed teen stared at him flatly before moving her gaze back to Caelius. Poe Morris seemed familiar. Hanna just didn't understand why. Hopefully everyone would sit down soon so that they could just be in and out of her and back to training or other independent pursuits.

When Caelius called for everyone who had not been given attention yet, Hanna rose slowly from her seat and crossed to the spot where he indicated. Her hands hung limply at her sides, breath catching in her chest every so often. Had she done well? Had she failed? Why were these last few not even being named? Was she not worthy of being named? Were they going to kill her again?

Nervous eyes glanced briefly to Scott and Scarlett before Hanna gained control of herself again and elected to wait for her results in complete silence.