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Ziz looked up, after who knows how long, to see another comerade get thrown into the horrid machine, turned into a weapon, and throw on the ground.
What was this empty dead feeling inside?
He was a normally happy guy.
Now nothing.
Should he cause a scene? Would that make him a better weapon?
What kind of destruction would he cause on his own kind after he died.

...

Do those weapon have any knowledge of what they are doing?

The flame demon had many question, but only watched.

Lattice had heard the song and she heard Lizzy's lament and despite the fact that she felt herself shattering that she felt pieces of herself falling away she simply smiled moving to sit up feeling aches and pain that she could easily endure, "Lizzy. Lizzy. I do not blame you for any of this. I love you, you are my friend. I am glad to have...gone with you. No matter what I love you, recall this, please."

Sure she was reacting badly to the whole situation but she was past caring, "They come at us, they move to capture us, we did nothing to them. They take us...away from friends, family, and home then they expect us to not curse them," During all this Lattice's voice was hoarse, breaking, "what did they want us to do? Just stand there and take it? They can rot in their flesh prisons before I do not fight back." The last part came out more like a snarl.

President Riley had been right during her election speech they should have been more careful. More care needed to be taken but they had been careless. Now it seemed a price was being paid.

She heard more than saw others being lead away and things happening. She heard the 'speech' and the vestiges of sanity seemed to shatter all that much more as her head tilted back and she let out a laugh. Lattice stood up as she shambled closer to the cage front but this time not touching there was an odd grin on her lips and her body seemed to be moving oddly in a manner that was most unnatural.

"Come take me if you dare. I wish to give you a hug," she said in her hoarse voice followed by a disturbed giggle as she lifted her needle pierced arms as if to offer an embrace.

Bix watched attentively and noted the silence of his own weapon as the procedure continued. If he took himself out of the equation, yes it did seem cruel, but only if you thought about these things as people. They weren't people. They were monsters. They were things that had plagued some of his friends lives since they were born and chipped away at their sanity. They were things who made people's loved ones disappear.

He also knew first hand that they weren't truly dead. He had a weapon in his hand and she was alive and she protected people.

The normally jovial hunter was serious though and was glad to have Davey help them make the decision. He gave a small wave to the one armed hunter and motioned for them all to huddle up so they could discuss it. They had a handful of creatures to choose from, though the ones they'd captured were standing in the fore front of his mind. Those ghouls were particularly harmful and filled with malice.

"So.. I think we should first decide if we're picking from the ones we caught, or the ones who were here already. I don't know why, but it will cut the options in half pretty quickly."

He glanced back as Clarice worked on a console. It seemed she was nullifying the powers of the new ghouls. GOOD.

It was slow gradual, maddening almost, as she felt herself being cut off from a source that was important. As her head tilted down she realized that her ink was becoming less visible as her eyes began to fail her even more than before. Normally this would make her cry out in anguish and sadness but she retained her position for the moment and her head tilted back and she suddenly let out more broken hoarse sounding giggles.

She'd gone off the deep end she no longer wished to deal with the reality of the situation. Lattice had retreated deep into her mind and just let insanity take over.

"All you do is take, take, take. You never give. This relationship just won't do," she chortled softly as her arms lowered slightly but it was likely this wouldn't hinder her goal from hugging anyone rather painfully no matter how weak she felt.

Ariane was unimpressed. Their singing received an eye brow raise from her followed by a shrug; was she supposed to be impressed?

"Good to see that you're fine, Gale," She might sound neutral, but it was a huge relief to see the boy up and about after seeing him knelt over in that room... He even received a not-so-gentle pat on his back as well as a 'welcome back' sort of grin. Her attention soon moved over to their superior when he walked in, a slight frown tugging at her lips.

She watched, unblinking, as Caelius dragged one of the creatures into a cylinder; his little lecture made her feel a little annoyed, like a kid who had just been reprimanded for doing something wrong - of course, he made sense... She just didn't like being scolded that way.

The way the Halloween creature was transformed into a weapon made her eyes widen ever so slightly; it was fascinating to watch, and she stared, transfixed, until it had fully formed into a weapon - so that was what happened with Kintama and all the other weapons! Something about it made her feel rather good; they were fighting back.

They were not just sitting there being preyed on.

"I think Gale should have the honors," She shrugged, looking at her team member, "Since he went through the most... But if you really want me to pick? Any of the four creatures we just brought back - how fun would it be for one of them to see their dear friends being experimented on?"

... s**t, did she just acknowledge that those creatures have feelings?

"I vote letting Gale pick," She shrugged yet again.

Entering from Hunter Room 2

Harrison stormed in, no longer wearing a stuffed unicorn costume.

Harrison now looked like another guy who frequented haunted houses. Hat, gloves, overalls, turtleneck. And a lot of bandaids. He looked surprised by the tent, and a little relieved. The swords in his hands desummoned into a flashdrive, which he clipped to his overalls.

Caelius looked like he was waiting on something. He hoped it wasn't him. He stood to the side, to hear more about what was going on.

Tika had been silent as the bickerings of Hunter and TIH had gone from one end to the other. It was like watching tennis. Tikaanis wanted nothing to do with such a waste of energy. It was fact in her mind that these creatures were trouble. Bickering seemed like a bit of a waste of energy.

So she stood there with her arms crossed and thought about a few other things.

It wasn't until Before and Ariane both piped up that Gale should have the honors did Tika nod her head in agreement.

"Yeah. I think the kid deserves the honors," She shrugged. What did it matter what order these creatures got turned? It was inevitable that they would all get a good go at the machine after all. Order was just pointless.

That train of thought was quickly disturbed by another hunter entering the tent. Or rather, storming in. And then he was quickly followed by another. What? No pants? Tika stared. For along time.

Davey had nodded at Clarice's words. He'd seen the disapparating ghosts, though he hadn't known that they would respawn later. It was interesting to watch the process with the captives - and my, hadn't his fellow Trainees been busy? Twelve monsters, some of them trying hard to look and sound human, in cages.

... Well, eleven, once Caelius had made his little display. Davey watched with cool eyes as a female was dragged out of her cage and changed. A spear was left in her place. Davey's hand dropped down to Azrael's hilt, unconsciously rubbing the red stone. The sword itself was silent, but to Davey it felt like the piece of Azrael in his head was curling up closer to the parts of Davey's mind that were his own. Even if it had been a long time ago for Azrael, that probably wasn't a pleasant thing to see and remember.

"Ah, here are the ghosts," he said to Clarice. The special belt was unhooked and laid on a nearby flat surface. May she'd know what to do with them and Davey wouldn't actually have to see the Doctor again at all. (A guy could dream, right?)

He noticed Bix waving to him, so Davey wandered over to the group. "Glad to see you're all in one piece," he said. Maybe they'd fill him in on what they'd been up to, gathering monsters, was it? Catching ghosts seemed less exciting, but at least Davey had been free to move at his own pace and only worry about himself.

Bix brought up a good point about choosing from those who'd been here for some time, and those only recently captured. Davey gave him the tiniest quirk of his mouth. "Strategically speaking, those who were recently captured will have the most up-to-date information. Whatever Caelius is looking for - a Soul Harvest? - chances are they'll know more than the monsters who've been here for several days. Of course, then you have to consider the potential loss of information, if you choose one of the newbies, versus the emotional attachment they have to each other."

In case they didn't get that, he explained, "They might not care about the older ones, so might not talk. But we also run the risk of converting the one with the information we need."

It wasn't an easy choice. Though several of them already wanted to take the easy way out by putting the choice entirely onto one person. Davey didn't know what sort of person Gale was - would he just choose at random? Or did he have the stomach to find out what these monsters actually knew, first? It seemed some of them didn't.

"Maybe we should be asking the captives. See who's willing to cooperate to save themselves, or their friends."

Davey was taking this very calmly. It begged the question... had he done things like this before?