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Zeta Eleven could not stop staring at Alpha Seven. The man was gargantuan. Beastly. His armor could barely contain him, hunks of flesh no doubt as hard as steel threatening to burst the seams. Calculations spun through Eleven's head as he thought through all the situations such size and strength would prove useful. In a fight, who would people most likely target? The big one. If cornered, who could be counted on to hold their own? The big one. If they needed a jar opened, who would be able to unscrew a particularly tightly sealed lid? The big one. Not that he thought they'd encounter a jar of any importance, but they had to be ready to encounter anything out here.

The man wasn't an ally, he was an insurance policy.

Zeta Eleven made a move to stand by the man. Not exactly make acquaintances with him, per se, but to form a relationship more akin to that between a remora and a shark. However, he found himself halted in his tracks by the hands of his dear friend Zeta Twelve. Except, they weren't friends. He had just been standing by him to latch onto some semblance of order in this place. Eleven wished his teammate could see the disgust with which he regarded the hand, but the mask made communicating his revulsion difficult. He considered a series of suggestive hand motions, but found himself being dragged over to make introductions.

Intro... what? Were these people thick? The numbers were written on their uniforms! The same system was in place that helped slow children remember which mittens were theirs. Eleven said nothing, simply standing there awkwardly, wondering why he was still trying to uphold the standards of manners in a crowd of faceless post-apocalyptic rejects that would kill him if they were fourteen out of thirteen.

He knew they were all still people, and that losing sight of that would be a dangerous thing, but it was becoming increasingly apparent that things weren't going to be solved with a few measured words. If s**t was going to go down - which it likely was at any moment - he wanted to be located squarely behind Alpha Seven. There seemed to be no safer place on the island.

((Z12))

Had he noticed Z11's fixation with the brawly A7, he never would have pried him away. Regardless, his hand left 11's shortly after, so if the man so chose to wander, he was free. 12's mind was fixated on the small group he knew. Fixated on keeping what was left of his security and sanity together. Chances were, whatever happened, Z12 would be on the heels of Z8 and Z4 most of the time.

"No one should do anything reckless~" Fiver mocked Uptight (Z5), making quotation marks in the air with his fingers. "Actually I think we're SUPPOSED to be kinda reckless here. I mean, if only thirteen people are gettin' off this island alive, that sort of means we'll have to eventually KILL PEOPLE. Seems pretty reckless to me."

Sorry Three, no quiet for you. Though Fiver was quite pleased that his teammate had agreed with him about the cats vs dogs thing.

Waving a hand at Uptight again, he shook his head. "Don't worry I'll leave your little puppy there alone for now." For NOW.

Z5 rolled his eyes under his mask. No wondered Zeta Seven wanted to pumble this guy into the ground. He was out right annoying! Of course so was Zeta Seven. This was going to be a looong mission. He gave Fiver a long look. "Reckless? Or tactical? We can't just go off swinging our...whatever we have. We won't get anywhere. You should report to whoever is in charge of your team. Maybe he'll have something you can do. Just stay away from Zeta Seven and I'll keep him away from you."

He followed after Zeta Seven, watching his back like a hawk. He wasn't going to let him pick anymore fights with anyone else. He tromped after him with his arms crossed trying to look as tall and intimating as possible. Hopefully no one else would mess with him.

Ironically, A-Three thought that tea sounded delightfull. Perhaps with a couple of sugars and a scone...but he didn't plan on saying suchly aloud, he merely glanced to take stock of the newest member of their squad, a latecomer from the tent it seemed. "So you are..." He muttered to A-Four, instantaneously annoyed by the combination of both his mannerisms and the accent.

The accent on its own was one thing, but this? He slid right into the category with Seven and Five instantaneously. "Oh look. More." The wry tone of utter joy in Three's voice was sure to carry over to A-Five, whom it was almost directed to. Almost.

Well someone had to be his minion in all of this.

"No no no, that's what I'm saying! What if we DON'T have to fight ANYONE! Looking around more does seem like a good idea, but if you don't HAVE to hurt people, what is the point?" He was suddenly wondering if he was in the company of a bunch of psychopaths, and that worried him more than whatever was hiding beyond the fog. "I mean, we don't... have any proof and..." He deflated. What was the point?

He shouldn't let it get him down, though. The mad sort of optimism tried to push its way up through his trembling thoughts.

It was then a chirpy voice perked his interest and those bad thoughts were quickly stifled. This new Alpha 4 fellow... had a similar accent to him! A kindred spirit!

"Ah! Er... hello! Yes, but in case you've missed it there's been er... a sort of truce. Hopefully for as long as possible. I'd kill for a cup at the moment but I am still a bit wary about the er... whole mask situation," He gestured, his usual bubble returning at what he thought was another. "I am Z-4, it's a pleasure... Mister er...?"

For a long while α X had been hanging around with α XII, letting the rest talk (and fight) amongst themselves. She still didn't feel particularly comfortable with the orange dudes, and figured the best way was either to club them over the head (but without a club, because she didn't have one), or.. ignore them. A1 had said they weren't fighting anyway, didn't he? In any case, someone new and particularly interesting and wearing red appeared, and she stepped over to him.

Tea party. Yes please.

"Four." She called to him. "D'you have sugar cubes?"

And then, to α VII, who was yelling unintelligible things again... "The only tard is you, bro."

.. Not that she'd want a brother like that, but..