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Needless to say Julien had managed to find his old room rather quickly and had been pleased to see that no one had taken it just yet. He walked inside, placed his bag in front of the bed and did a quick about turn. His stomach was rumbling and frankly the need to eat was over taking him rather quickly. The tall blonde man had just managed to squeeze himself back through the door and into the throng of people when a singular voice struck him above the roar of the crowd in the hallway.

Someone was calling his name in a voice he knew oh so well. The lean man quickly spun about with the most horrifically sweet smile a person could ever manage. It was the one person in the world that Julien Bond could ever muster sweet feelings for. His one and only, dear sweet Mya Jones.

"MYA!"

The rest of the people within the hallway no longer mattered. Their annoying noises faded into the background of Julien's mind, and his icy blue eyes were trained onto his girlfriend like a starving man before a feast. The pale man began to literally shove people out of the way as fast as he could. There were things in the way of his Mya, and they just had to move as quickly as possible. He had to be next to her, and there was nothing else to life but to fulfill this moment.

"Mya my darling, my love, my everything!"

He shoved the last hunter out of the way and simply reached one long fingered hand out to touch her wonderful, sweet face softly. He looked down at her, still smiling as if he had a belly full of the sweetest candy in the world and he was loving every moment of it. The pale man sighed dreamily, and Julien wrapped his darling in an embrace.

"We've been apart much too long my darling Mya. I cannot think what idiots assigned us away from each other."

A petite young woman with long black hair stepped into the dormitories, looking around for someone in particular. The hunter now know as Henry followed behind, rolling his eyes as she began grabbing at people's clothes, asking where to find the Runic Hunter, Caelius.

At least she was wearing shoes now.

Although her hair was a bit of a mess, where the hell did those twigs come from.

"Did you roll around in a bush while I wasn't looking?"

Velda didn't bother answering, but instead gave him a look that said, Maybe I did, but my reasons for doing so are my own. Now go find Caelius for me.

When the paper was retrieved Clint turned to walk away, only to come chest to nose with someone that looked EXTREMELY familiar. "Damn, as if this day hadn't been bad enough," he growled. "Hello, Piglet," he said to Ralph. "Miss me so much you decided to stalk me?"

Of course he hadn't, but Clint was in a seriously bad mood and Piglet was a d**k.

Dave nodded in a gesture he hoped said "No problem boss." Though the brief run in had left him somewhat more concerned than he had been earlier. Sure, it had to be a big mission to have called back so many hunters from who knew where in the world, but that was a lot of intel for any sort of mission. He wanted to say more, wanted to ask if there /was/ anything Liam could tell them about what their role would be. But he decided today would be better left to blissful ignorance, besides he seemed otherwise engaged with his phone.

The large man didn't miss the life division leader making her way down the hall. He couldn't help but give her an utterly baffled expression at her current state of ..dishevellment. Caelius, Caelius, the name sounded famili...oh! He glanced back to Liam and then to Velda again, remembering where he'd heard the name, he was the Death Division Leader's son right? He had no idea where Cael actually was but his estimation of sun hunters was fairly low to begin with, and Liam seemed to be busy on a call, so a bit of ribbing towards the other divisions couldn't land him in trouble right? And if it did, what were they going to do, send him on a life or death mission? Bit late for that threat.

"I'd check the bathrooms, those Sun guys spend a lot of time gussying up."

Even if Life evidently didn't.

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My name isn't Piglet, you pile of dog s**t!

That was what Ralph wanted to say. Instead, what came out of his chapped lips was "No, Clint." It was a soft mutter, barely audible in such a busy setting, but just by knowing Piglet, you could sort of assume what he was saying. Something non-confrontational and generally forgettable.



For being the biggest douche in the Sun faction, probably. Ralph's voice may have been small and insignificant, but spiteful thoughts were in spades. Anyway, now wasn't the time to be thinking such things. Now was the time to scamper away like a little rat. "I... I need to go." The short boy shifted the backpack he was carrying, the sound of hard plastic dice clinking in his bag.

Clint usually would have let him be. But seriously, he was STILL pissed over that picture he'd found on the little s**t's table back then. He'd been nothing but DECENT (okay, a little strict, but the little b*****d ALWAYS had his head in the clouds) to the guy, only to find a picture of him drawn as a gorilla--

"Bring your toys with you, Piglet?" he asked. "Hope you didn't forget your sketchbook."

He glanced up as he heard people talking to another lead. Cael? Who? Oh well, if you asked Clint it was time to avoid the leaders all together.

The Life leader stared blankly at Julio's answer and then moved on as if he had ceased to exist. As he passed, her assistant murmured, "Do double check your supplies before going out. The mission will be dangerous and it would be so terrible if anything happened to malfunction." He smiled at the sun hunter and then caught up to Velda, who had apparently found a clue. Oh hurrah.

Dave's answer had the small woman beaming up at him, "Thank you."

And then she was off, making a be-line for the nearest men's bathroom. Henry sighed and gave Dave a flat look before following after. "No don't just barge in there, I'll check for you..."

She was already knocking on stall doors calling out the sun hunter's name.

Another sigh.