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Tori slapped on another of those princess bandage again. This time instead of making her feel more like a princess it just make her sparkle more. She got a little more excited at sparkling a little more as it was a princess job to make sure they sparkled.

Hp: 15/40

Reine had just been about to attack again when two random people popped in and finished her robot off. HER robot. She wouldn't thank them for killstealing, or for saving people who didn't need to be saved, but they were fellow hunters after all, and in the future she might need their help. Desummoning her weapon, she tucked her hands in her pocket and headed back into the labs. She should probably get that cut on her face seen to, at least.

Petra did not deserved to be ********. Her mind was the least of the things that deserved this. Robert heard her voice, and snuck back around behind some of his other Life trainees, keeping himself horribly hidden since he was far too wide to hide behind any of the girls. When he got close enough to the door, a hand snaked out from behind Tori, and Robert snatched Petra away with a quick motion. He made a run for it, dragging her all the way to the back of the computer terminals in the labs before they disappeared out of sight.

Meanwhile, behind the terminals, he put his hand on Petra's mouth to keep her from saying anything, and proceeded to make several unclear, misleading, and altogether inappropriate hand signals to try and explain why he was hiding. He pointed to his lips, then over at Marcus, then put his hands on his neck to signal choking, then a finger started sliding in and out of a round o shape he made with his other hand.

In his mind, this all made sense. In Petra's.. for all anyone could have guessed, he might be propositioning her.

Robert waited, and waited, but Petra's expression was telling him nothing - or everything he didn't want, which was still nothing. He slumped in defeat, before lifting very dark and intense eyes up at his fiancee as he hissed out an explanation.

"I think I'm the only a*****e here who can CPR Marcus awake again, but I'd rather die. Let him stay asleep until the hunters come back and Dr. H deals with him - these lips ain't touchin' another guy as long as I live!"

That last part may have been more of a shout than a hiss, but he quickly shushed himself (though it looked like he was shushing Petra, which made no sense), and bent down further. "So just stay low, keep out of sight, and, uh.. maybe you should take off your top, it can get hot back here behind the computers."

His attention might have been diverted just now. Maybe.

Now, as Marcus was passed out, he'd been thinking, or rather dreaming, of becoming the best goddamn moon hunter in the history of hunters and Cass and he were happily married with 2.5 kids and had both a dog and a white picket fence house on the hunter island and while it made no sense whatsoever, to Marcus in his knocked out state it was MAGICAL.

What wasn't magical was opening his eyes, and feeling lips pressed to his own and not recognizing that hair color. That was not Cass's hair color. SOMEONE WAS KISSING HIM AND IT WAS NOT CASS. Like a deer in headlights, Marcus remained frozen and the face of the one who brought him back appeared. It went all downhill from there. Robert had kissed him. Or done CPR. But still. Lips had touched. People had seen it happen. There was no God in the world.

If Robert wanted to ******** Marcus Petra, Marcus's reaction was going to be the same as it would always be.


"Petra." His voice was dead. "Kindly remove Robert from my person before I take action to do it myself." You may have revived him Robert, but Marcus was never speaking to you about this. Not now, not ever.

HP: 10

Jordan took one step into the room, got a look at the situation (Jerry was purple, Before and a trainee he didn't recognize were sparkling, and Robert was ... for his sanity, he was going to assume CPR), and just paused for a moment. Right then. Business as usual. On the bright side, it looked like everyone was okay, even if the day's surreality quota had been well and truly reached.

Robert got a raised eyebrow and a faint, evil smirk. This wasn't a good time to tease his friend, but oh yes, there was so much crap Robert was going to get later.

He needed to take the risk. Either he lost his FEAR shield and would be stuck as a watchdog, (which wasn't that bad), or he'd get his fear sheild replenished and maybe sparkle. ********. Life hunters were assholes. You belonged in the group Robert. You belonged.
"I swear, this is it. ******** bandages from hell. I just- Who the ******** develops this s**t?" Dr. H did you smoke crack or take suggestion from Julie dear god these things just- picking up a Princess bandage, Marcus was close to brooding again. As he put it on and looked over at Robert- he broke out into laughter. It hurt so bad but god why couldn't he stop laughing? As soon as he stopped he turned and promptly hit his head on a wall. <********- fear drain- life ******** hunters-"

HP: 0 :'D