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Either she was hurt, her phone was broken..or worse. Andy's stomach dropped, then dropped further as his ears picked up the thread of a relevant story. He even snagged one of the fleeing people, shaking the already rattled fellow until he got a slightly stronger ID. Peyton had been in that cave-in. Released the other hunter went back to fleeing while Andy pressed in further and further, heading to the understandably unstable and dangerous area he hoped to find Peyton - and her sister? - in.

"Peyton! Pey!? You there!?" Stairs covered in rubble, crumbling in places, barely afforded him a good surface from which to descend on his self-appointed rescue mission, but the blond went anyway. "You better be there, so help me--"


Rex, I'm going to find her. Or whoever's down there. We'll be okay.

The weaponized zombie dog whined softly in the back of his mind but was otherwise silent.

Life building

It's the most surreal thing, but for more than a year now Finley's life has dealt in the surreal on a daily basis. She trusts her instincts, saves the questions for later and follows the loudest heartbeat; right to a person trapped under wreckage.

A lot of wreckage. She pauses for a second, considers if she can even save this person before the building comes down, but how can you leave someone's whose heartbeat echoes in your head? Finley can't.

She de-summons Zayde's weapon form, sets to work, carefully and methodically removing pieces of wreckage. She thinks this is the most careful she's ever been in her life.

Some of the pieces are heavier than she thought she'd be able to lift, but she finds the strength, half-driven by desperation. In any other situation she'd be running for help, looking for someone who knows what they're doing, but there's no time - it's just her and Zayde and this unknown person who needs them. Her partner senses her determination, knows her entreaties to run and hide falls on deaf ears and starts helping her removal of the wreckage instead, directing her to be more efficient.

They've nearly got this, more of the trapped person appearing as they work.

Life Labs - Looking for H

In the wake of the pain all that remained was a brilliant and resolute desire to protect. He had found Harrison but even that wasn't all that there was left to do. The preservation of the other man and the life they led extended beyond simply their physical bodies, it hinged upon the island itself. Out in the world alone they were nothing, merely targets to be systematically tracked down and killed by the enemies which waited out there. By title they were hunters, but it was a name all too easily flipped to hunted, painfully mortal and painfully brief. As a group they survived somehow and this, whatever this was was just another threat to that stability they tenuously sustained. The certainty that he needed to save these ********, save THIS sat in Rep's mind like lead. It was a certainty which for Rep was rare, so often doubtful of himself and his decisions and he clung to it like a lifeline.

In his thoughtsTracey was jarred by what had happened, so accustomed to the sensation of Marie looming over him that he had forgotten what it felt to be truly free, yet the memory of the pain lingered and there was no time to celebrate this new old sensation, instead there was an unanswered question manifest as an uncertainty which sparked through the link between hunter and weapon, he did not even have the energy to get angry at B0nez insulting axes. All he could think was why had it happened?

"He'll get angry later." Rep filled in for the fallen angel instead, absolutely certain of this fact given how hard Tracey held grudges over every ******** little thing B0nez ever said.

He might well even have made a few comments himself in agreement about how swords actually were the best but Rep was distracted, his thoughts calm and strangely distant from the chaos around them, eyeing the crown for a few moments before it even dawned on him what he was looking at, when it did he blinked and started, at first giving Harrison a suspicious look, examining him as if he had become a potential impostor (which he had). Anyone else in the same situation might have found themselves unable to tell if they were looking at Harrison or The Boss, the exterior was easy, there was a youthful softness in this Harrison's features (and a ******** moustache aswell) but the interior, well that was harder but Rep knew, he recognised that softness, the vulnerability that even the other man's determination couldn't extinguish, the softness and sap that he held dearest of all. He pushed aside his doubts, smiled and winked. "And that suits you, King Hughes."

"Right now though we need to find H." Rep said, because all the explosions, all the problems, everything ******** appeared to originate at the Life labs, and of the whole island, perhaps the two of them were the only ones who knew the other man had either needed to summon his weapon or suffered some other much, much worse fate which would result in a desummon.

He turned on his heel, not bothering to check that Harrison was in step with him as always just expecting this to be the case, the way it always was. Much of the main building was crumbling and unstable, but he intended to find the boss man and try and do the ******** a favour he absolutely wouldn't appreciate later if it worked.

As he went he eyed the lethal looking sword glowing in his hands with admiration and uncertainty. Unlike normal Tracey he didn't know what it was capable of, and with a history of fears which accidentally killed people and suddenly no limiter, he found himself genuinely afraid of what he could ******** up this time. How was he supposed to know what the ******** to hit when everyone around them were hunters just like them.

He just had to trust in Harrison, because his own judgement, as far as weapon restraint went was ******** shot.

Still finding secure room

She stood outside at the corridor when there was a new message received. To her surprise, it wasn't from the Life Assistant or Mimsy, but a friend she didn't get to see for a long time. She honestly replied to the message while waiting for the two people to reply her.



Because she was Shu who can type swiftly, she even added a smiley at the end of her message.

We could be Immortals

She did not come, when the alarms blared.

She did not come, when Clarice's voice demanded their presence. She remembered perfectly well what she'd gotten out of trying to do her duty in a moment mirroring this one, last time. She remembered exactly how much she'd lost, and almost lost, and thought it for the best that she sit this one out. Just this once, she promised herself. It was more important to stay safe, where no one could hurt her. She did not come, and the alarms kept demanding action despite her resolve.

And then the messages came.

They were trickles, with long delays between them, but as long as they came, she used them as excuses to stay put. Dawson was safe, but he was out helping in whatever catastrophe had caused the alarms to go off in the first place. Because of course he was. It wouldn't be Dawson if he wasn't running headfirst into the danger, regardless of his own safety. It didn't even upset her to think about it, because if he wasn't there, he wasn't Dawson. And she needed him to be Dawson, very, very much.

So Maebe stayed, and with each message her anxiety began to carve fractures into her resolve. No more waiting behind safe, closed doors. She wanted to, so bad. She wanted to be safe, and take care of herself. She wanted to be her first priority again. The way things used to be.

She shoved her phone into her pocket when her desire to protect him reached an impossible crescendo, and threw her jacket over her shoulders while running out of her room. The door slowly closed on it's own, unlocked for the first time in months.

It was an empty room. She didn't care anymore.

[Minipets lab]

Molly let in a sharp breath, her sobbing immediately stopping at the small weight on her shoulder and the tug at her hair. She was sent into a shocked stupor, and couldn't find her voice to tell Dakota that that wasn't normal. There'd been no kitten, much less 100 Canon Cats.

As it disappeared into a crack in the wall, Molly crossed the room after it, skidding to the wall on her knees as she tried to pry her fingers into it, seeking the kitten. It wasn't working, and the thought that the creature might be trapped...and it came to her belatedly that she did indeed have a weapon. Molly stepped back, summoning her lance, and charged, tearing into the wall where the creature disappeared. She immediately stepped back again surveying the damage frantically for that blue glow--

"D-Dakota!?" She called back over her shoulder, distracted. "Could you go look for some mini-pet containers? P-please? They--They should be near the cabinets---if there are any--"

Mist Lounge - Moving

Scout looked at her phone with alarm.