[GM ORP] DEUS ORIENTATION July 2017 (THE EXIT P 70)

[kuumeii]

Tobin smirked back to Nash. "More like swimming in quicksand." Briefly, he glanced at the motion from Vash and rolled his eyes and at Dottie's reaction he smirked. "Not sure he'll respond to that one." Slowly, he leaned over on Dottie, slightly crushing her in the process, staring at Sherry for a moment, before leaning back to Dean. "That's really your type?" He made a mocking "tsking" noise and moved back on the edge of his seat, letting out a dramatic yawn.

"When do we get to the smashing part?" He teetered on the two back legs of the chair again. "Nash if I fall asleep will you carry me like a princess back to my room?" He shot another glance behind him.

kuropeco

Seussi

medigel

Grifferie

 

[prolixity]

"I have been here for a few months and have not encountered anything I would class as hazing," Lin said, tucking her pen into her notebook and giving Nora and Sy a curious look.

FrostyPeaches

medigel

Huni Pi

 

[poke mattix]

Wow this was exactly like school. The weirdness level was increasing, not because hearing people shout back and forth was weird it was just, so, so normal. Kammy also had to wonder if all these people knew each other.

"Hey, Hey, uh, Sam was it?" She glanced around at the shouting trainees, one flirting with one of the talkers, one kicking the back of a seat. "Are they your party crew?"

There was also one making a very obvious gesture to another. Kammy just went red and looked away, deciding to ask that lady a question.

"Excuse me?" She called out to Sherry. "Do you know were we can make runic stuff?" She hadn't been able to find much in regards to the actual making of them.

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Kammy is a Y1 Death Huner. She was a Runic for a month or two until she was podded. She loves computers.

medigel

Woops I forgot to quote |D;

Grifferie

Hi ouo/

Everyone else here Theres too many to quote lol

wriggles ouo/

 

[medigel]

"Something like that," she told the girl. "There aren't very many of us compared to the other divisions, so sometimes it's a little hard to pick Mists out. But if you're doing a good job, I guess that's a good thing..."

She offered the bag to both Peony and Henry. "If you don't like the refreshments, I have some small bars here."

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Stormy is a Y3 Mist hunter! Please feel free to come to her for questions or candy or both~

Beejoux

Grifferie

 

[medigel]

"Stats?" That made more sense to her than talking about mobs did, though for different reasons than what Kammy was thinking. "So our education must have played a role, then," Sam thought aloud. "Background, criminal history...I'd thought this was a more grassroots campaign, not this highly funded secret organization...Are we sure this isn't a federal program? Where else is all this money coming from?"

At the question, Sam peeked around Kammy and gazed at the ruckus being cause by the group of literal and metaphorical colorful characters. "No," she answered simply, the implication being mild offense that any connection could be made to her.

"Someone say runic?" Dawson piped up, letting his chair fall forward again with a thunk. "I got some example stuff here if ya want, honey." He pat the desk where his stones sat.

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Sam is a bifauxnen Y1 Death Hunter who wants to know everything so indulge her right now

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Dawson is a Y2 Moon Hunter! Please feel free to bug him about rune carving or other otherwise interact~

poke mattix

not sherry but he did have the set up sdkfja

 

[Kaefaux]

Maybe she was holding onto that goodie bag a bit tighter than was necessary. She'd beelined for the first open seat she could find and peered into the bag, lifting a brow at some of the contents. Prep for camp or something? The seats began to fill up more and more, her eyes flickering over faces she'd never seen before. It was sort of like being back at university, first classes where she tried to figure out who'd be good for group projects, and trying to smother her nerves under warm smiles and amused looks at conversations and antics that she was never quite were meant to be humorous or not.

When the introductions began, and the information rundowns with them, Kara's smile became more amused, more intrigued, and her pulse was pounding more than it'd any right to. Should have brought a notebook, she realized, toying with the metal bird skull earring she now wore. They seemed nice enough--or well, most did, she wasn't sure about the guy speaking monotone who got stabbed (Lucky?) but first impressions weren't always accurate. Did she hear right about some symptoms being something about killing? Could they go back to that and repeat this, what? Some of the information reaffirmed stuff she'd looked over in the little pamphlet and the print outs that had been in the pod room, including the meaning of the symbol on the coat she had on--though she saw a few others that had theirs tied around their hips. Ok so that was acceptable then? Good to know.

But she'd really perked up to hear one--Gale right?--mention he specialized in artifacts. She could amuse herself till the end of her days thinking about if anything in her family's collection was legitimate, or, in theory, she could find out if there really was anything of interest in that museum. Assuming she could... go about that. Which, from what the Scotsman after him said... she... could..?

Her head was spinning with information, faces, and caught somewhere between wanting to jump up and start asking questions--in fact, she did stand up and took a few steps towards Gale before pausing, indecision and unease clear on her face as she debated if it was really ok to be just... trying to jump into things. But wasn't that the point of this? To ask? She gave a slightly amused smile at her own awkwardness and continued to eye the senior Hunter, weighing her options.

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Kara is a Y1 Death trainee, very much excited/overwhelmed and open for interaction c:

kuropeco

hi hello o v o

 

[medigel]

Wait ******** she wasn't actually supposed to come over here and god damn it, now everyone was just going to laugh with his bluff called. Dean felt the heat rising on his face, most especially his ears, and muttered a few curses as Sherry approached.

( always come prepared. )

Shut the ******** up, Brenda, he mentally snarled in the equivalent of teeth-clenching. Dean could handle the insults flung his way, but his pride couldn't handle messing with Sherry some more, even at his own expense. He was a punk, but he was a punk with a code of ethics. <********> Him and his loud mouth. He dragged a hand down his face and kept it there for a moment, hating how easy it was to catch him blushing. If a single one of them mentioned his ears, he swore--

"Cougars are moms over fifty, you stupid a**," he growled at Tobin, peeling his hand away. He didn't oblige Dottie with a response, hoping she and the whatever guy would get caught up in their own little fight and forget about him.

Dean didn't look the blonde hunter in the eye. With the air of a kid caught red-handed, he mumbled something that might, might have been apologetic before more clearly saying, "Uh, Sherry, right? I'm Life so, uh...I'll...ask you some stuff later."

Assuming he survived the quickly approaching verbal castration from his posse coming in five, four, three, two...

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Dean is a Y1 Life trainee punk who just wants to be Cool (tm)

xand be blue

he didnt do anything but there's a show for vash to enjoy

xkuropeco

xSeussi

xkuumeii

xGrifferie

 

[medigel]

"Good." Her voice was a purr, like the conversation was taking place somewhere more secluded. "They like it when you're bold~" She made it sound like she did more than anything.

Nora crossed her arms behind her head, glancing between each hunter, starting with the one attempting to call her lie. "You're assuming they always keep a schedule," she said, unfettered. "A good haze wouldn't be on a predictable cycle, now would it?" Her bright blue eyes landed on the shyer one next. "As for what they do, well..." Nora gave a vixen's smile. "Why should I ruin the wonderful surprise?"

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Nora is a Y1 Sun Trainee who wants to collect people for probably not nefarious purposes and is decked out in armor/uniform for the orientation

FrostyPeaches

Huni Pi

Prolixity

its me debz

in de loop

 

[AyeAvast]

Orientation felt at once very silly and like a holy gift from above given that Abbi wasn't new to being a Hunter, but she was definitely very new to how things were done lately. She tried to look very cool and calm as she listened to everyone speak, and thank goodness she recognized a large portion of the speakers. If she came back to the Island and found only new faces she might have cried (she totally cried when she got back to her room that first night anyways, this is fine).

Unwilling to really look around the room and instead focus on what was immediately in front of her, Abbi rummaged around in her giftbag until she found the name tag. Names were something she could handle easy-peasy, so she fished out her favorite purple pen from a coat pocket and set about writing her name as large and flourished as possible. After a moment she felt bad about introducing only herself and added a small note and doodle so that at the end her name tag read "ABBI" in large letters, alongside a small scythe with the name "Viveca" under it.
Once done with that, she slapped it over her heart.

With nothing else to do, she clutched the rest of the giftbag to her chest and tried to look interesting. Mostly that entailed staring at the floor and clutching one ginger pigtail half against her face so no one would notice her.

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Abbi is a Y2 Moon Hunter! Please talk to her about spamming "I need healing" and also where she's been for two years ( ಠ 3 ಠ)

 

[its me debz]

Something glittered in the light, and boy was that some sight to behold: some lady was in full armor, looking classier than any knight of the round. Maybe he ought to say hello, make some friend--

Oh. Well that was...a very small man, with a very angry voice, calling his name. Yikes.

Haze the new ones?

Surreptitiously-- or, in all honestly, not that surreptitiously-- Han eavesdropped on the conversation.

"I volunteer as tribute," Han piped up, sidling close with a s**t-eating grin. "For the streaking, that is. But honestly, that guy that called all our names doesn't look like a bundle of roses, so. I get the feeling whatever's in wait may not be too cool."

A wistful sigh.

medigel

huni pi

prolixity

FrostyPeaches

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han is a y1 life hunter

 

[chirigami]

Milo felt himself in a similar boat as Abbi, despite not knowing it. But things just... seemed different after a few or more extended off island base trips. Aside from the massive amounts of damage he had stumbled upon upon coming back, it was difficult to really assesses and list the possible things he didn't know had been going on in recent months. At least there were things that were familiar, faces along with it as he scanned the crowd and cast a look towards the speakers.

(One in particular got a long hard squint, there was something .... off about Lucky).

There were, of course, the new faces and Milo pondered what was holding him back from bouncing at the chance at introducing himself.

< Aaa, is my little idiot nervous? Out of place? Oh how cute ~ this is such a new side to you. I think I'm enjoying this a little. > Koume pratically purred.

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Milo is a Y2 Sun Hunter. He's a dork... and should make more friends!
(But I'm also a dork/lazy bum who is for some reason not throwing him at people ;A; )

molten tigrex

just a mention, Lucky is getting stared at

 

[Nothing Yet]

This was not the first time that Mimsy had ever received a text for which she was not the intended recipient, and her typical course of action by now was to simply ignore it instead of engaging and wasting her time or wearing away at her sanity. The content of this message, however, suggested that there was going to be an orientation for the newly awakened hunters, which already included several trainees of particular interest to her. Robert had been enlisted to attend with her through an excited whisper that she could show him the Alice(s).

Though her initial preference was to sit near America, she left the more optimal, centralized portions of the room to those who truly needed it, aware that neither she nor the husband that she'd arrived with were very ideal people to have to sit behind. For the length of the presentations, she listened patiently without interjecting with any corrections or additions, mindful that she was not here in an official capacity. The only portion that raised any reaction from her was the introduction of her brother as Lucky Kercher--in public--which caused her lips to curl into a grin.

She bowed her head and raised her hand to her mouth to hide it.

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Dr. Mimsy Morris is a Y3 Specialist Hunter. Her Specialization focuses on FEAR-based forms, primarily addition and subtraction of FEAR as a method of modification. Her doctorate is in pretending astrophysics is still relevant here!

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