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Melvin moved to sit next to Dawson as he heaed about the orientation and also wanted to assist in Runic Intel. "Hey." He said, looking out to a classroom full of new hunters.

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Y3 hunter
Specialization: Runics

Melvin Wood works in the Runic department and also leads the expeditions into Atlantis, an area under Deus Ex island.

"I think most divisions are the Small Division." He offered it with a tip of his head and a smile to soften the blow, as he took Roland's hand -- and, to be fair, at just over six feet tall, he was a good foot taller than these two.

"Ever." And it was a sign that he was better behaved than he used to be that he didn't offer either of them a boost up onto his shoulders so they could better see what was going on.

A sullen, lanky young man in a plain coat covered in mist swirls was being shoved through the door. His shoulders jolted unpleasantly but with little effort to move faster from whoever was behind him (and much shorter).

Chris slumped in, bangs in his eyes and a notebook in his hand and out from behind him came a curvy, buxom and near comically tan young woman in sky high heels to compensate for her short stature.

Chris gravitated to the other coats like his and collapsed into a chair quietly.

"Gahd-" Cee huffed before standing in the doorway and blocking it herself. She fussed with her sleeves and nails and then the masses of grey-ombre hair that piled on her head and tumbled down her back. She'd been gone a while and judging by the tan had been somewhere sunny. Her Death hunter coat marked her as an intermediate and her booty shorts and crop top marked her as confident. She didn't even move as she sucked her teeth loudly and scoped the room.

Ever in particular was give a curled smirk and a wink before she finally (finally) stopped blocking the doorway and came into the room.

Sonja had settled herself along the edge of the refreshments table. An easy place to watch most of the others talk amongst one another and feed the empty stomach she seemed to have constant basis.

◺... You know, I think the point of an orientation is to 'mingle' with your fellow hunters or am I wrong?◿

The young hunter sighed inwardly. She flexed the fingers with the adorned glittering chained rings, making a few joints in her hand popped and she could hear the the other's discomfort.

The corners of her eyes softened with the smile hidden beneath her mask at hearing someone addressing her. The farthest corners of her mask bunched a little and she nodded before reaching up and snatching a few candies.

"Love ta'! It's alright, I guess. Didn' think there'd be so many, honestly."

She still remembered the trials it took to get here and it wasn't pretty...

Well, now her options were speak up and be polite or run away and kick herself for it later. Easy choice there, as she reminded herself over and over the whole point of this was to get the chance to ask questions and socialize.

Her smile was bright, encouraged enough by his to offer her hand as she approached a bit further, though not enough to break respectful distance. "Kara Dolan. I suppose I should have made use of that name tag sticker," she admitted with a slight flush, her Irish accent clear. She paused slightly, unsure how to be tactful about her curiosity, or what would just look like someone blundering into the topic.

"You mentioned you specialize in artifacts and their retrieval, and from the explanation Rep gave of them, I'm... well, my family has operated a private museum in Dublin for a time now, and it always seemed each piece came with its own story and dab of myth around it. While I doubt this is really the case, how..." Kara again paused, her free hand moving a little in the air as she tried to collect her words to mesh a brief background overview into her present query. "How do you know when it's real, or I suppose, how do you even go about finding an artifact? Or are artifacts in no way connected to the same sort of pieces we'd find in collections, archaeological sites, and so on?" She was pretty sure she'd have remembered if any of her family had encountered an object that could do some of the things Rep described, at any rate. But theirs were hardly the most extensive collections, nor the only ones.

"I thought that was a MILF, not a cougar. Either way the fact that you know the difference says it all!" Tobin flicked the back of Dean's head and leaned back in his seat, only to find himself a footstool.

"Nash I'm gonna bite your toes off if you leave them there." He shifted uncomfortably, but realized that Nash's attention was far away from some other planet (aka on Sherry) and he leaned his head back making a loud "UGGGGGH" noise that filled the entire room. Where was that a*****e that Dottie was getting involved with? Being thrown into a brawl sounded more fun than this, he wasn't even sure if people were even still talking since all he could hear around them were the Rowdy Bunch.

"Hey, you got something we can smas- I mean practice on?" His feet were tapping irritatedly but he was obliging Nash - for now until Sherry went away.

He really was going to bite him.

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There was a lot of information to take in and a lot of it didn't entirely make sense, but then neither had the idea of a talking weapon bonded to him for life until this morning, so Fredrick supposed he could deal with that. Instead of dwelling on the weirdness, he focused on keeping the important bits in his head, wishing he'd brought something to take notes on as so many others seemed to have. Even Deadrick had seemed to sharpen focus when the breakdown of divisions had come, like something about them being in Death had seemed to resonate with him.

Now that the lectures were over, however, the teen wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself. There were so many other trainees, already grouping up and in some cases goofing off. He should talk to someone, he knew. Make a friend, introduce himself to a senior hunter in his division perhaps, do something.

Instead he sat in his seat, fingers clenching around the bag he'd been given. It had occurred to him suddenly, that if he messed things up with the people here, if he made a fool of himself, there wouldn't be any leaving. Suddenly just saying hello to someone seemed like a trial all its own.

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Fredrick Warren, Death trainee! Feel free to say hello while he's getting over his nerves