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"Wrong. Wrong, wrong. Mercy? No. Rep tripped me while I was bringing the doctor his tea. A job that the doctor," she narrowed her eyes and glanced over his shoulder, tugging him away from the suspiciously hissing plantlife nearby, "gave to me. To. Me. Not to anyone else. And I don't," Sasha tugged him forward, "have high aspirations here. I don't want to be lead. I don't want to be assistant. I just want to have a job that I can be the best at."

She was quiet for a long time.

"I tried to get him back, but I sucked at it and so Rep found my flute and he stole it. And then his whole mission thing - remember, the mission where he net you to the ground? All of you? Do you remember that mission? Because," Sasha snorted, "I ******** do. I remember coming back from leave and finding my boyfriend - Jerry all on my bed covered in the blood of some old lady that Rep mowed down."

Her mouth formed a line when his voice broke, when Harrison offered money... favors.

"I don't want any of those things. I just.. I want to know that when I stick my head out on the line for Rep with these weapons, that he won't make me look stupid. He's volatile. He doesn't learn. He hasn't changed. And even when he came to me, asking me for my help, he treated me like crap."

Sasha continued onward, heedless of a web full of large, hairy spiders that hung in the middle of the trail ahead.

He didn't buy the no ambition line. She didn't want anything? It was over pranks? Over a mission she hadn't even been on? Over not looking stupid?

Harrison ground to a halt, pulling her back from a mouthful of spiders.

"You want him to change so much, you got to give him a chance. Because right now, he doesn't have one."

Harrison jerked back, brushing spiders off his arm unsympathetically.

"You are or you aren't, that's all."

The light, crawling feeling made him think about them in his arm- he slapped them more frantically, getting his clothes too.

Wow, you're really bad at this, B0nez said. Let me take a crack at her.

Oh, how Harrison would like to.

Not combat. I want to pick the dialogue options.

This was going so well already. If it were possible, the death-transfer's expression darkened further as she watched Rep, further becoming aware of his aversion to the entire situation. And not just his sudden little girly freak-out over the word 'snakes,' either. Had it only been that, Petra might have actually felt a little bad for the tattoo'd giant of a man, to the point where her own disapproval of this entire situation might have ebbed, and this entire ordeal might have turned out semi-pleasant. She was used to dealing with tank-like boys, her own husband being a notable example; if the pale-haired girl had a soft spot, it could have definitely been pegged as hulking, tough-exterior-gooey-interior men. Unfortunately, Rep just didn't seem to be that type of guy. In fact, he was proving to be the opposite, the type of beefy, meat-headed a*****e who she'd always had the urge to punch in the crotch in high school.

Swell.

Giving him an icy stare as he spat curses at her, Petra merely lifted her eyebrows at him disdainfully in reply, stare taking a decidedly narrowed look as he threatened her. What was he, an idiot? At the very least if she 'fell' down into a pit, the fact that their hands were pretty much glued together suggested he'd be forced to catch her. At the very worst, the momentum would cause them both to tumble head over heels into the same pit, their bodies instantly impaled, where they'd then die a slow and painful death by blood loss. Neither scenario invoked the type of terror and obedience he had likely hoped for, anyway; they'd both been hunters long enough to know there were fates far worse than that, and if he thought she was going to be a shy, timid, submissive type of girl, well tough titties, he was quickly going to find otherwise.

Which, judging by his last comment, was exactly what he thought. There was a momentarily look of sheer surprise etched into her expression at his male chauvinism, disbelief quickly twisting to blind rage. Eyes flashing, Petra practically snarled a reply, teeth bared in uncharacteristically passionate vocalization. "Alright, d**k-for-brains, if you want to keep banging Jordan and Harrison, I suggest you play nice, because I have absolutely no qualms letting a snake bite off your c**k -- that is plenty ZEN to me."

"My names Jason, and I'm from moon division. It's good to meet you Jerry" he was able to return the smile before they were off running after their enthusiastic leader. Though as they began running, the moon hunter realized they were doing rather well, all thigns considered. When Jerry jumped, he jumped. When Jerry skipped, he skipped. And so on so forth.

"I came here hoping for a distraction from missions" He replied as he jumped over a log. "I'm..." Was he okay? Hell no, but he didn't feel like admitting just how miserable he felt. "I'm pretty goo-" He then felt himself being jerked forward as Jerry danced around the snake, and when he saw the reptile, he yelped as well, putting on a burst of speed to get away from it.

Rep at the very least looked relieved, as rather than stand around bickering she made to forge ahead, even competing with him in pace.

However, he very quickly started to fall behind, sure that one of the vines they passed looked like a snake. A lot like a snake. Soon everything they passed started to look suspicious and he tried to slow down to get a handle on where the hell they were going and to look out for dangerous s**t.

Slowing down without warning wasn't a good idea when you were in a power walking contest in progress.

As Petra fell, he lost his own balance, tripping to his knees by her side with an irritable growl.
"Can't you ******** walk right you moron?" He neglected to mention or remember that it took two people to mess up a pace - that would be admitting a flaw, which he wasn't prepared to do at all at the moment. "Get up already, there's ******** HORRIBLE THINGS in jungles."

Like old ladies. He thought to himself in a momentary reminder of the last time he'd been in one of these godforsaken places.

"And as much as I might ******** want you to get bitten or something, I can't be arsed dragging a corpse home." There might have been just an edge of the frantic in his voice as he continued to look around them nervously - he wasn't scared. He was just being snake-cautious.

The death trainee stayed quiet as Rep scolded her, staring upside down at him from where she had landed on her back. Well, she had to give Killzone credit, he'd done a pretty good job of ensuring teamwork from the recruited trainees. The runic friendship bracelets, pretty as they were, were quite annoying, and frankly, this whole hand-holding thing was getting pretty old really quickly. Shoving them into a dangerous situation, in this case a trap-infested jungle filled with everything a good jungle needed to kill off invaders, was pretty smart too; it forced them to work together purely on the need to survive. The fact that he had paired them up with probably the worst partners they could have had she felt was less ingenious and more sadism on his part, but hey, if this was part of their lesson to deal with their emotions, he could have at least left a manual or something. Regardless, Petra was starting to get the message already, grudging acceptance lacing her exasperation.

Listening to Rep rant for a moment, she waited until he'd quieted before she sat up, reaching behind her to try to brush the leaves and twigs and spiders off her back, her eyes sliding drolly to the redhead's.

"You really do have an aversion to snakes."

It wasn't a question; between his fearful expression during Killzone's lecture and the 'bitten' comment, she was pretty convinced. The tone, however, wasn't a snarky one, nothing snide or mocking about it. It was almost as if it were merely an acknowledgement for her own benefit, an attempt to understand the man who she was physically attached to for an indefinite period of time. Planting her free hand on the dirt, she struggled to get up for a moment before she caught her footing, brushing off a little more before she waited for Rep to do the same. "Our FEAR shields should grant us some tolerance in the escape of danger," she continued, about as reassuring as he would likely ever see from her, excluding any unforeseen bonding. Stepping up onto a fallen log a little awkwardly, she reached over to lift a low-hanging vine with her forearm, offering him a clear passage.

If he didn't take this olive branch, so help her god she would tear off his testicles.

Ami had to admit, she was warming up to the girl. If by warming up, you meant she was talking and not just standing there with a hateful expression on her face. She wondered how Sasha was doing- it wasn't a secret she wasn't a big fan of Rep. Ami wondered how she was reacting to one of Rep's companions.

While thinking this, she tripped on the rock, bringing poor Rin down with her. "Ach- sorry. I'm not as quick on my feet. Sort of a clumsy," she said, rubbing her ankle lightly.

She at least had the decency to ask, "You okay?"