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"Other than dying? Well. Maybe some horrible brutal injuries, icebergs exploding, penguin massacres." he smirked. It was a bizarre feeling, simultaneously dreading the things to come and simultaneously not giving a s**t. He let his gaze drift a bit even as he thought about it, settling on specific people amongst the crowd before glancing back to her.

"And nah man, I ******** doubt you could eat this thing we are going to fight. Eating those ******** monsters would probably kill you. Besides, it'd be like cannibalism a bit. We have them in our heads, killing them is fine though."

Another hour passes, the trainees had been checking their FEAR scanners on and off for some time, watching the FEAR levels rise to alarming highs. A large hole, roughly the size of a city block, appeared in the distance and the doctor took a moment to check his own scanner and nodded, "It's where we thought. Time to circle the wagons, try to space the harpoons an equal distance apart around the hole. We want a good portion of it sedated, but evenly, so as to avoid any tragic accidents, hm? Make sure you set the brakes on the sled once its in position."

He pulled his own sled forward until it was a good fifty yards from the hole. Checking the guns sights, the doctor set the sled's brakes and walked forward to inspect the hole. A massive fleshy cavern, filled with row upon row of teeth. It was one of the mouths. The doctor's habitual smile was long gone, replaced with a cold, almost reptilian emptiness as he gazed down into the toothy void and then back at the trainees moving to set up their guns. Seeing one sled a little too close, he opened his mouth speak when one strong, slender tentacle whipped out and caught at his ankle, dragging the leader off the edge.

With a silent snarl, Marie was summoned and lashing out, severing it's hold. A second tentacle wrapped around his waist, a third around Marie, the fourth caught his neck in a choking grip, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh...soon the doctor was hardly visible as they held him aloft and then abruptly dragged him down.

Those willing to check, would find themselves greeted with the sight of that massive, hungry mouth, the muscles of its flesh shifting and throbbing wetly below. No doctor in view. Thin tentacles emerge and snap toward those who get too close. And they're left with the question of What just happened? Followed quickly by What do we do now?

Rep gave Ofie a frankly quite unnerved look. He'd never considered what happened to his body past death because for him there was no after death. As soon as he died it would mean an end to everything, it was hard to even wrap his mind around his body. So he just shrugged and gave her a sarcastic answer. "I think I'd want them to make me into diamonds. So I could stay ******** desirable forever."

He didn't know what to say to her about her body though. Hunters ended up in the hunter graveyard. He'd seen it. It wasn't his place to change that.

Finally though they seemed to arrive at the location, H taking his smug self up to give another instructional lecture. The guy was a smug b*****d but at least he gave the right details and didn't ******** off the way Caelius did. So harpoons around the hole. Okay.

And then he was ******** GONE.

Rep just stared. "Oh s**t."

They're only given a few minutes to react when the ground begins to shake and tremble below. To some this would be familiar, something experienced on the previous search missions, however nothing from those outings can compare to what emerges from the ice. Massive tentacles the size of tall buildings burst up and up and up to tower over the trainees, surrounding and trapping them. It only takes moments to realize their purpose as several begin lashing down, herding the trainees to the mouth.

Sasha stood back, moving to assist the doctor as he set the sled brakes and checked the sights. As he walked forward to inspect the hole, Sasha brought up the harpoon instructions on her phone. They weren't the easiest thing for the young woman to read, but it didn't seem too much like rocket science. Humming softly to herself, she tucked away the phone and checked over the controls on the harpoons, peering at the doctor for a brief moment.

Except there wasn't a doctor anymore. Just.. lots and lots of tentacles, the reptilian hissing of his weapon slashing out and her own shrieking of utter terror as the coils of the tentacles obscured the doctor entirely. Soon, too soon, he was dragged down, down, down; in a panic the raven-haired trainee gave chase, tripping and scrambling to the edge - only to be greeted by a huge, gaping maw.

At least Jordan was there. If it hadn't been for him, Sasha would have remained frozen where she was - his sharp orders were exactly what she needed. Something to do, an order to follow.

Rising to her feet, Sasha ran back to the harpoon - get it sedated. Just like Jordan said.

Oh god, her hands didn't want to work -- and suddenly there were more tentacles. Pulling people down, down, down.

"R-Right!"

Hearing Jordan and Ofelia orders, Deryk scrambled to help get the harpoons set up, summing Tooley out as well. However, the ground began to shake, causing him to lose his balance. And then they showed up. All the tentacles.

"AAAAAAAAAAH"

He quickly got back up and ran to the nearest harpoon, checking his cellphone frantically for the instruction manual.

"WEaresoSCREWEDMantodaySUCKS" he whined quickly to himself before realizing that the harpoons weren't charged up at all. After it was in position, he looked around before seeing one of the little tentacles snaking around.

He didn't want to try and draw too much attention to himself, he just sort of poked it with the tip of the hidden blade. That would be enough to help charge Tooley right? The tentacle didn't seem to like that too much and so it slapped him in turn.

HP: 46
Damage: 1
Charge: 1/3

Clerise stared down into the pit, waiting for pandemonium to break loose.

He was gone. The b*****d who was ineffable at worst, and pervy at best.

That ******** ate him. Her first instinct was to mobilize, to get the guns going, to--

But.

The last time she had called the shots had left her with a broken weapon and a broken Sun trainee in equal parts, with shadows in her dreams and--

Thank god. Thank the ******** universe for Jordan.

"Sure thing, Professor!" Clerise cried, inspecting the harpoon she and Madison had dragged along.

With a cackling laugh, the redhead twirled her new daggers, launching herself at a tentacle-- and dug them into one. It felt good to be dangerous again.

Then it fought back-- JESUS that STUNG.

[[ hp// 40 - 7 = 33
damage// 9 - 6 = 3
charge// 1 remaining for runic weapon
heals left// 1d12, 3 ]]