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Sasha gave a mortified little noise at the thought of a messy decapitation. It sounded horrifying. She cleared her throat, hand still fanning her face jerkily, like a nervous little butterfly. When Clerise finished, Sasha patted the braid with her other hand before beaming brightly at the other woman.

"That really is much better," she grinned, "I just wish that I would stop sweating! It's like. Ugh. All between my ... Oh!" Her attention was abruptly commanded by Sandy.

"I guess we better get our supplies, hmm?" Sasha sounded entirely too excited about going spelunking in the cave. Reaching for Clerise's hand, she tugged the other woman forward. "Come on!"

This whole behaving thing was pretty boring Rep was finding, sitting on insults rather than doling them out right left and center. But the mental image of Simon looming in his head was pretty hard to ignore, he really liked going to sleep and waking up alive, it was a fantastic habit and one he wanted to continue. Besides, the conversations he was overhearing here and there.. a lot of them were seriously about ******** hair. Was this a salon mission? Was he going to finally get some ******** blonde dye? Women. He couldn't be bothered.

He noted Jordan's arrival, but resisted the urge to go be a pain in the arse at him for a change, a choice that proved a good one as he was quickly swept up into the chaos that was surrounding the big guy. They seemed like they knew him.

When Sandy spoke up, he decided he very much approved of the Death hunter. Shirts. Always shirts. And she had good reason for it aswell.

He tried very hard to file away the items in his head as she rhymed them off, not so good at actually remembering things, but about to give it a damn good shot. Flashlight, he wasn't a fan of the dark, fear scanner, that made sense. That one looked important. And the ******** necklaces, if only they'd picked a more masculine design for them. Maybe a sun, or a male symbol or something. But he'd live.

And flares. Now /those/ looked fun. EXPLOSIONS. He'd have to fight the itch.

He wandered over to the table and gathered up his stuff, putting on the fancy wristwatch..err..fear scanner right. And pocketing the other things away. Reluctantly he put on the necklace.

He gave Sandy a curious look. "How..err.. small is this ******** cave?" He wasn't keen on the idea of being in any sort of tight opressive space. In the dark. With only a flashlight for company.

That didn't ease his mind much though.

Rolling his eyes at Sandy's needless worries, Barney waved her off, "Yeah, yeah, I gotcha, Dee. Just don't send Julie after me, that woman is unreasonably strong when she is near kitchen appliances. Have you ever seen her make ********' toast? That s**t's scary," he kept talking, even as she lectured the newbies on safety and s**t like that. "I don't even eat toast now, gives me indigestion just thinking of the blood that had been shed in the name of a balanced ******** breakfast." He pulled out a flare gun and inspected it, "Nice. Anyway-" he made a broad gesture and suddenly a flare shot up into the sky and burst above them.

Staring at the gun in his hand he glanced up at the rest of those gathered and cleared his throat, waving at the Death hunter he called out, "All in working order, Sandy!" Totally meant to do that. And where was his phone, he needed to look into the soothing, soulful gaze of Mr. Mittens before going to face all this adventure s**t.

It was time for the adventure to start! Ofelia was flipping out with joy, practically jumping up and down (she was jumping up and down literally too) and skipped all the way over towards the equipment table. She grabbed what she was told to grab and slapped the bracelet on, grinning ear to ear.

Doing things old fashioned? <******** yeah

Chances of getting lost out there? Double ******** yeah

Ofelia was giggling with joy and excitement over the chance to get exploring, the heat hardly affecting her at all. She was used to the swampy feeling, the proof of it being that while she was sweating she didn't even look remotely flushed, and she turned to glance at everyone else. Spotting Jordan she gave a massive wave, her face nearly breaking in half from how wide her mouth was open in a smile.

"Dude, seriously, seriously, put me down," Madison said, some of the playfulness leaving her voice. Sometimes Robert could be severely embarrassing. At least she was wearing proper leggings today and not a skirt, but sheesh!

..... They were going into wherenow?

Cass had a flash of horror come over her expression as she seemed to recall a certain incident with the haunted house, lips tight as her arms wrapped around her ribs in recollection of this face. While the Lambs might not have been familiar with the incident, Cass remembered it. She remembered those individuals.

Those meetings.

They sent a cold shiver up her spine.

Sandy was right behind Barney staring at the trainees with a rather alarmed expression, shaking her head vehemently while making a throat slitting motion with one finger.

"Lair," Harrison repeated. "Of one of those magic death horse things. The ones that can crush you with their mind."

Didn't they pretty much almost die every time they ran into those. And now they were just going to walk into their house.

There was nothing about this plan that Harrison liked.