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Pale helpless eyes glanced up at Finn with equal parts relief and anxiety. Finn was a friendly face. A somewhat menacing, but friendly face. Oliver had indeed manned up somehow, got his a** out to the lighthouse, and even found friends. Sort of. Okay maybe he had just found someone familiar to boss him around, and that had to be a good start.

He was too nervous to even protest Finn's nickname, or the casual arm over his shoulder, but he wasn't too nervous to try and protest about the coffee. If he gave away Jack's coffee... He couldn't find words, he just kind of gaped uselessly.

Peyton had returned to her room and moved around in a stealthy rush to get everything together that she might need. Cami and loose top, usual shorts, knee highs and boots. She added a belted bag that strap around her hips and one thigh, and she'd stuffed runic bandages inside as well as any other first aid equipment she might have had on hand. She also added a small bottle of water, just in case.

A hasty kiss was pressed to Astrid's forehead, then the girl was headed for the door again, and grabbing a hoody off the hook beside it. She pulled it on as she hit the hall, and started jogging back the way she'd come.

<Really, is it wise to be leaving her here unguarded?>

She won't be unguarded, she's surrounded by other hunters. I can't take her with me. Her lip curled at the disapproval she felt radiating from the demon. I'm Sun, I'm front line. I need to stop this thing at the source before it get's bad. He didn't say anything after that, which was for the best.

She got America's text as she'd been crossing the field, and started running full out as she stuffed her phone into her back pocket. It was luck really, more than anything else, that let her spot the other girl before she'd passed her, and she slowed to a stop to duck into the shadows at America's side. "See anything yet?" It was a whisper, and she was already scanning the darkness, listening the sound of voices and movement further up the path and in the lighthouse itself.

He rather calmly took Chel's cup, which should have been a warning sign after the punch.

Retribution was swift: in one fell swoop Jack snatched the mug out of Oliver's hands, flatly told Finn, "Mine,", conked Oliver on the head with it for being so weak-willed as to let it have a chance of being snatched by someone else, told him, "Disappointing,", and finally shot Chel a pointed look for being so inconsiderate as to bring his drink in a cup as opposed to, say, a thermos--then conked her as well for laying a hand on him.

And then he downed her whole offering in one go, rolling his shoulders with a pop as he gave a satisfied sigh. Nobody messed with his coffee.

"Seems like we might have been infiltrated," he informed them conversationally, though in a low tone. "They're wearing grey over there at any rate. Waiting to see how the first wave of immigrants goes before making a move. Hobo back there said to keep moving and not make eye contact, but the guards're starting to ask questions."

Jack paused.

"Princess?" he asked with a raised brow.

Mimsy's attempt was good, just the girl's understanding/ sense of humor failed. She blinked and blinked and her face gradually blushed. Z! Why didn't you tell me? She felt like digging a hole and hide herself like the ostrich. "I am following you....so you are Alice?" She hesitated and asked gingerly, hopefully not getting the wrong idea this time. She can totally be the white rabbit if Mimsy wanted to be Alice. "Thank you Mimsy!" She returned the warmness with the sweetest smile, swinging her hand lightly until the other hunter approached.

She still stared at the hunter when Mimsy made the invitation, wondering how he kept his skin in such a pinkish white, like the Snow White. Also, he looked like a Russian Prussian character that she saw from a famous anime before, was he a Russian Prussian? She wanted to ask, but she decided it wasn't the right time to do so.

The girl looked around as they moved, she didn't wander the island, it was her first time, so she kept looking left and right. Then, she tugged Mimsy's hand suddenly. "Mimsy, wait. I think I find something." She gestured the woods alongside and whispered. The leaves were rattling. She gingerly walked closely to the tree, pretending she was just looking around. When she was close enough, she spoke lightly of the following as she walked closer slowly.

"Pee.....ka......bo, I.....see .....YOU!" She jumped the last step forward and reached the tree, tilted her head and beamed. "Knock, knock. Who's there~?" The Death Trainee asked playfully with bright curious eyes staring the tree.

Would it be someone she know?

She felt safe with Mimsy and Robert, so she did some bold things out of curiosity

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It was working. The guards backed down. She felt more than saw Otto and Dakota trying to make their way as well. But the grays kept asking questions, and all she could hear were the buzzing of insects again, the darkness threatening to disintegrate her into nothing. Always questions, always in grey. Never before had Stormy wanted to strike something so instinctively.

Mark had said not to speak, but how suspicious was a group that didn't answer? Her hand started to grow clammy in Gale's, her mind whizzing. Questions didn't go away unless you answered, you had to, you had to.

< < Don't. > >

But it worked the first time. Why not a second try? If this was the Circle, if they must be grey, then maybe--

She squeezed Gale's hand, asking both for forgiveness if it jeopardized them and for trust that she thought it was a good idea (at the time).

"Charlotte," she answered the guards quickly, not stopping, not looking, pulling him along with purpose rather than fear. It was the only name from the Circle that she knew of thanks to that bizarre mission a while back.

The 'upgraded' nickname wasn't lost on the Life trainee, nor the kind words. Lost puppies were particularly weak against kind words, and having someone as badass-looking as Finn give him some sort of approval was enough to set his lower lip to quivering, and the start of tears to make his eyes shine moistly.

But the threat of tears didn't last long. "Ow," Oliver yipped softly as the canister of coffee glanced off the side of his head, and he rubbed it nervously. Jack's treatment was more what he was used to. It seemed to set him straight, and focus more on the task at hand.

"Wh-why the l-lighthouse?" Oliver stammered quietly, slowly and anxiously shifting away from the girl who had also brought coffee. Call it a weakling's instincts, but she didn't seem to like him very much...

He thought he saw a flash of red hair in the crowd, assumed it was her, and directed his attention back towards Jack, who had taken the coffee (of course) and Chel who was having some kind of mild b***h fit because....Jack was...mean.

She hadn't noticed that before?

"Wow. Headline news." He replied with thick sarcasm, though he smirked at the rest of what she had to say, "No."

He then texted her.

But there were more important things to be worrying about right now, and that was how to get to the portals. He hoped that somebody up there knew what the hell they were doing.

"Portals, princess. How else would we get off of this rock?" He answered Oliver's question, before reading his phones newest text, and looking behind him for the arrival of a white haired man, spotting him when he approached and watching him as he headed over to where Finn had thought he might have seen Abbi.

Good, the gang was all here.

Except Fini. <********." He muttered, fingers hovering over the text function on his phone again, wondering if he should tell her to get her a** over here or just leave it be.

Frowning into the dark, not taking her eyes off the lighthouse, America answered quietly, "The fellows in grey stopped Solia, then Stormy and Gale. I think they're the folks we need to avoid or blend with." The enemy. "They'll either let them through, or we'll have to...oh, Otto's pushing past." America tensed up, stance shifting to summon Stryker the moment things look like a fight.

There was a small, golden flash at Shu's sudden arrival, a near-but-suppressed summon that would have had America cursing and maybe laughing under any other circumstances. As it was, her posture stiffened, and while she refused to look away from the lighthouse, it didn't make her words any less pointed. "Young lady," she hissed, voice a stern and unforgiving echo of her aunt, "this is a mission, not a game. Lives are at stake. Either act like a professional or go back to bed."