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"This mission is not in Halloween so no, there will be no need for Golems." Caelius decided, as per usual, to omit out the details as to why. He sat back down and sighed, one hand on his forehead, distracted. "Marcus. I don't even know why I have to deal with the general incompetence of everyone here. However, I believe it would be beneficial to everyone if we had a hands-on experience. Some bonding time."

If by bonding the Death Hunter leader meant their very possible and imminent death then yes, this would definitely be a lively bonding experience. Though he muttered it, in such a small room, it was very hard not to hear the "Fifty percent trainee survival quota post mission. ******** impossible rules."

Before any trainees could ask any more questions, his cell phone began to hum.

"Is the connection point established then?" A pause and then Caelius closed the phone, expression unreadable. "We're heading out then after I explain the debriefing. As trainees I really do not expect you to do much, more of an observation mission, and perhaps some simple manual labour. We will be investigating the site where we believe a H-" The Death Hunter caught himself - "unusual Fear activity caused a rather unfortunate scenario. We are going to a disaster zone left behind by a Fear-infested creature. Though it has retreated, it has left quite a.... mess behind. We will be retrieving some to bring back as samples."

He looked at all those seated in the room. "I will expect you trainees to take care of yourself, however I do have a proposal. A 'team' system." Blank stares came from around the room. "You will be teaming up with each other, I would prefer the more experienced trainees with the new ones, in groups of two."

A couple of faces look excited, and Caelius was more than happy to quell it. "I will assign the groups. He took out a pencil and paper. Now, if you new trainees could all, one at a time, let me know your name and division."

Dakota didn't shrink in his seats from the other trainee's stares, obviously he knew that he caused a commotion but seeing as he was still alive and well, in one piece. Plus Caelius had moved on, He didn't worry about it. It was like a fleeting memory already.

He had no idea what his weapon was talking about before hearing her low chuckle again. Shrugging he got up and began his introduction.

"My name is Dakota Rainstar, Moon Division." He kept it simple. Hope to be paired with one of the hot ladies. Though he didn't say that out loud.

He grinned at his weapon, patting her sheathe.

Having slept through at least five alarms, Reine appeared at the doorway with her hair pulled into a messy ponytail. It seemed everyone had reached before her, and she crouched, trying to sneak into the room without getting noticed.

She barely caught the end of Caelius' speech, which left her wondering what the groups were for... Well, better to get introductions over and done with.

"Reine Walker, life hunter."

Now that was done... she settled back into her seat, looking for someone she could bother to get the details she'd missed.

Gale remained silent for most of the questioning and answering from the trainees around him, idly rubbing his temple with one gloved finger. The inquiries were all ones he was wondering himself, but he had not really felt a desire to ask them. Since they were being replied to in a typical Caelius way, he felt quite content sitting there and listening to the others, especially since his mind was still miles away.

At least until Caelius slammed both hands down on the table. That effectively jerked Gale out of his inner musings, his eyes sliding around towards the dark haired hunter who he didn't know and Wilson.

They just get a start - I get a scythe. How is that fair?

<< You sort of questioned Caelius' authority. That, and it was in the heat of battle. >>

Oops. I forgot that part.

...a partner system? They had never really done a partner system before. Hunters and their weapons were partners of a sort, after all. But he supposed they all had to get to learn to work along with each other, now that there were new trainees involved.

"Deryk Bond. Death."

<< Look - another toy for Caelius to play with. >>

Gale snorted. I wonder who the others are - I know Eva is one, she mentioned it before. But I don't know who of the others will be in our division. Whatever the case -

This'll be interesting.

Fifty percent? That was impossible? He almost began to sink in his seat. Bonding time meant approximately half of the trainees dying? Yeah, that was an excellent plan. What little mission details Caelius courteously offered didn’t sound all too interesting, but maybe it was because he didn’t quite know what ‘fear-infested’ meant, and that interruption mid-sentence seemed suspicious, but Wilson didn’t know what it implied.

More partners? He hadn’t been expecting that, especially from Caelius—he barely knew the Death hunter, but Wilson figured he had a pretty decent impression. Next to him, Ryan briefly introduced himself and immediately followed, “Wilson Hopkins. Death division.” Wilson glanced around the room to look at the older trainees, wondering who he would be paired with.

Normally master Cael droned on about things and ridiculed their existence, guess some things never change even after a short rest. Leon didn't even bat an eye as the leader slammed his hands on the table in his dramatic fashion. Yep, same old things.

However the talk of a 50% survival rate did cause his eye to twitch in contemplation and straighten up in his chair, clearly it was time to pay close attention. Groups were being assigned this time. the joy. A mission where it was a coin flip to survive or not. What was the upper echelons of this compound thinking? Not to mention sending new recruits straight into this mission, it was preposterous.

He Listened on quietly as the fresh pod people did their role call, and he couldn't help but feel bad that for some, it might be their last, himself included. It was like the Death squad recruits were being marked for murder.

Woah, deadly Mission. Only half these punks would survive? Heck, maybe he'd die to. Otto seemed oddly indifferent to the news.

Introductions were called for, and Otto refused to be the first person to go. He waited, waited, longer.. Okay now is fine.

"Otto Graves; Death Division."

Perhaps this was a good time for Before to attempt a stealthy sneak-in since mostly everyone's attention was on someone or another. Particulalry someone who wasn't the Life Hunter trainee...