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Jeremy saw the two waving at him, and in his attempt to stay as inconspicuous as possible for the moment he only vaguely waved back...and then passed it off as him swatting a fly. Did Deus even have flies?

He then listened to the briefing, understanding the part about the Haunted House the previous year - it was, after all, the last thing he participated in before bad news sunk in and he ended up in a pod for some cooldown time. Insanity? Was that what Otto was trying to tell him about? He supposed it changed from Giant Turkey-Phoenixes now though. Hrm, weird. Wait, what was that about a dragon?!

The briefing just made him more confused, but maybe it was something that could be cleared up down the line...or perhaps by Ariane, who was heading right for him! Well, wasn't that convenient! He had heard he was alive but hadn't yet had the luck to find her; after all, the room he recalled her having was unoccupied now, and he never was able to find out where she was now. Seeing her confirmed that she was in fact alive, and once she got closer he realized something else.

He hadn't told her he was awake yet oh shi-----SLAP!

Jeremy's head swung with the force of the blow, but he snapped back to look at her quickly, not grabbing his reddening cheek but to instead grab her, crushing her against him in a hug. He didn't care that her first greeting in almost a year was a slap, or that she was being a sassbucket...she was still alive, and still here, and she was, of course, his dear friend.

"I missed your stupid face too." Jeremy murmured, not particularly caring that she was groping him...because it meant that he could return the favor. Squish, Squish. Suddenly there was someone else there, and Jeremy couldn't forget an albino. His name yes, the guy no.

"Like a threeway?" He suggested easily, before squinting at Bix. "Did you cut your hair?"

Candace couldn't help but grin and try not to giggle at how Clarice had written out the notes on the whiteboard with Little happy and unhappy smiley faces and everything. That was adorable. She looked them over, snerking and covering her mouth with one hand at 'Dumb b***h Ruined All The Things'. Yes, that impostor...it was nice having the real Aria. She glanced Jerry's way after reading the line about the level three outbreak, frowning when Clarice mentioned it herself. A bunch of them did nearly die. But this subject was something that she recently found herself actually getting interested in, mostly for personal reasons. Insanity. She quickly looked over what Clarice had written, hoping for some kind of hint at a hope for Lance..

- Insanity can also take on an infectious form that, so far, has proven permanent (it can be treated but not wholly cured by any method used so far D:<)

Permanent..

Oh god, what stage was Lance at? How was his skin? It was okay, right? So maybe just the first stage? If he had to be at anything..

Yeah, Candace was definitely up to this. Now it was just a matter of figuring out who she would go with. She'd gone in that first time with Harrison and Jerry, maybe them? Or maybe it'd be wiser to pick another team this time...

Choosing is hard. :|

Jeremy allowed himself to be dragged out of the room, but not before he put a little too much thought into whether or not he was comfortable with that idea.

He did just re-meet the guy, after all.

(( Exit! ))

Sounded easy enough, but she highly doubted it would be that easy. If there was anything she had learned from all the missions, it was that you should always prepare for the worst. Because something always happened. Kat glanced over at her friends and acquaintances when the mention of groups came up. Unfortunately, she had no idea as to what their plans were, or who she she should team up with for this. Shrugging it off, she followed the group of hunters to the portal. She could always locate someone on the other side, she guessed.

Exit

Last october was the event that made him second guess everything they'd been doing here at Deus. That one moment where he looked into those faces, those monstrous faces, and all he saw mirrored in those eyes was himself.

He remembered how Rep had been considering the benefits of being a monster, or a weapon. But he knew this wasn't what the man meant.

"You ever get the feeling you're fighting a pointless battle, sugar?" Robert breathed out softly, under his breath, to the girl in front of him. But his eyes were on the board, and more importantly, Clarice. She wanted them to fight. She told them to fight. She was the only reason he still believed Deus was the right side.

She couldn't be wrong.

"Be careful. This place is going to be a ********. If you need me, I'll always be nearby. Don't ever think twice, just call." His eyes had slid down to Eva to give her the warning, and one side of his lips turned up in a soft smile. "Thanks for trying to cheer me up, sweetheart." He nudged her chin with his knuckles, and got up to leave.

Back to that blasted haunted house. Only now the creepiness just had to be dialed up to 11.

leon stared with a blank expression as Clarice began to explain the finer details of the mission. Last october was met with chaos, and to the brunette hunter, it looked like the party was happening all over again. He was not pleased, not one bit.

8| and his stare at the higher Life division member Claire spoke volumes of his disdain.

8| "I take it that the teams are going to be left up to us right?" he asked dryly, already knowing the answer. yep, the mission was ******** even before it completely began.

As Clarice spoke, Wilson turned his attention to the board and skimmed the contents. The corners of his lips twitched as he recalled the phoenix. He raised his eyebrows at the instructions given. Just observe? Well, he thought, she also said it may be necessary to engage in battle. At the mention of finding a buddy, the hunter grinned and craned his neck to look over at Madeline. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” He patted her on the head before he gave a returning nod to Ami.

He began to gently pry Madeline’s chin away. “Are you ready?”

Ohmygod.

"Ohmygod," Feng huffed under his breath, freezing. He'd totally been caught just creeping around like a creepy creeper. That was so embarrassing. His ears might have tinged pink a bit - just a tiny bit - at the realization.



"Oh, um, yeah. Yeah I need a group," he shrugged a bit, though it was more a gesture of uncertainty than nonchalance. Feng was great with this whole interaction thing, really.