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Once the splint was complete, Wilson stared down at the tablet still tightly clutched in Ryan’s hand. “Things will work out, Ryan. They have to work out,” he murmured as he craned his neck toward Dakota. His hand twitched as he strained to hear the conversation, but forced himself to remain calm soon as he saw Eva rest a hand on Dakota’s arm.

And then he stood up and picked up his mask. “Everyone better drop this damn conversation or I’ll smack all of you so ******** damn hard I swear to God,” he barked. “It’s done and let it stay done. Everyone better watch their damn mouths, alright?” He threw the mask to the ground and sat back down with a quiet huff.

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Dakota barely even registered Harrison's words. In his mind, the only one that cared about Rep would be the only one to speak up. The needling didn't go unnoticed though and further introduced a bitter hate for Rep. Any response that was for Harrison moved straight to Rep.

Slowly ever slowly, Rep was becoming the person on level of hate as Caelius.

"You know Rep, At least people make an effort to care about other people. At least I know that even though Marcus is a stone ******** statue, There is going to be someone on the Island who actually give a ******** and will do anything they can to get him back. And that'll be others that'll mourn Ceres and Bix's death.

Because I am sure as hell if you die, No one is going to miss you. No one is going to even think about you. At least my friends did what was right and didn't blindly follow orders because they were nothing more then a battle hungry animal. Your worst then the halloweeners. Your the type of person who becomes axed because all he cares about is himself." Dakota moved Eva out of the way as Leon backhanded him though, snapping his rant shut as he got one of its own from the life hunter.

His head turned right back into a sneer as he came back and shoved the life hunter. "The only casualties that is going to happen is Rep, And I know sure as ******** that the only one to miss him are his two boy toys. Here to knowing the rest of the island will rejoice..."

The moon hunter just stared at Rep. "Next time when its just me and you, I'll make sure to keep up on my promise. I'm going to make you bleed."


He cut off as the hunters near him kept telling him to chill, to drop it. Their whole team hadn't been decimated in one ******** visit to the halloween house. Three of his teammates, three of his closest friends and they thought he was going to calm down? ******** them, ******** this place. ******** this for ********/>

Wow. This was really sad.
Hunters were punching and bitching at each other. Each. Other, while the enemy was forming a nice little defense around what he heard to be one of their former teachers, or something.
Though he hadn't been here long, he had no doubt that the death lead would be on ALL their asses if they didn't stop acting like 4-year olds.

They should of known.
Everything came with a price. You can't protect everything. You're not God.
He knew that all too well.

He stared back at the "student brigade" and grit his teeth. With a bunch of the other hunters not even bothering to follow orders, and even fewer attacking, it seemed nearly impossible to land a hit on the creature, not with all those students around.

Still. He had to try.
He raised an arm and tried to hit the target.

Attacking: Red
Damage done: 4 dmg
Total damage done: 0 (+4 def)

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ffs...

Defended Red for 6 here

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Don't worry, Ami's protecting your petrified hubby, Cass.

For some sort of research mission, Mimsy couldn't help feeling that she was the only one who properly knew how to research anything. She placed importance in being meticulous and ensuring that she missed nothing, and she lagged behind everyone else because of it. It was of no great loss to her either way. She got what she wanted and had few interruptions, save Svensyl's constant jabber.

Even as they all pressed onward into the fog and the unknown, she took her time, conveniently pretending that Svensyl drowned out the orders barked by her twin Caelius. It was on her own time that she brushed off her hands and examined their war: creatures shielding other creatures, bodies frozen in both stone and space, screams and cries and curses.

In the middle of it all was the telltale shock of green hair that belonged to a fellow Life Trainee.

<Ohhh we KNOW him, give him a kiss!>

She didn't open her mouth to greet him (or snap at Svensyl), offering only a brief nod of acknowledgement before fishing the patchy bandages out of her pocket. Judging by the condition of some of the other hunters, this battle wasn't going to be a particularly easy one, and she had no intentions of dashing into it without a reliable source of immediate medical assistance. These things were undoubtedly bandages but she had to be safe, and it was never safe to test anything on yourself. That was a novice mistake.

Lucky seemed to be showing signs of minor wear and tear. More importantly, however, he wasn't her. Unraveling the cloth, she reached to bandage his arm, stating only: "This will help."

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Ryan couldn't bring himself to say anything. Instead he only clutched the tablet--Locke tighter. Still dizzy from the pain in his arm.

He wasn't wrong to protect them. Ceres. Bix. He would do it all again. But Locke... How could he have dragged Locke into all of this? How could he have have put him at risk like that? Maybe it was because he never thought the carbuncle was even really at risk. He never would have expected Caelius to target the weapons, or all things. It was his mistake. Now he only hoped now that Locke was still alive. Even if he wasn't his partner anymore, the pain of knowing he got his partner killed was worse than having no weapon.

"What are we even fighting for..?" He finally spoke But his words were bitter and barely a whisper.

Stats: ******** up