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Glen frowned and backed off into the shadows of his cage as the other hunters arrived and discussed, his anger and shock once again only lasting so long before better judgement swept in to save the day. The discussion was horrible to listen to, the back and forth of ideas swinging from ending in possible conversion for him, to the newcomers. He dissaproved of Davey's voice of reason, it seemed much too dangerous for him.

All the while though he really could not tear his eyes off of the pantsless man in tights, what in Jack's name was going on in the house?

"OH FOR PETE'S SAKE - "

The rest of Gale's words were muffled, since Before had decided to throw his arms around both him and Bix and squish them in a hug so tight it was difficult to breathe. He attempted to pry them both off, his face bright red, trying to not show that he was secretly pleased they were all so happy to see him, since he was the youngest of them all.

Especially since Ariane smacked a hand - hard - onto his back and he nearly faceplanted into the grass below him.

But there was Caelius, and the rest of them fell silence almost immediately. Gale watched him with an inscrutable look on his face - the fact that they had all let their pride get to them wasn't really a negotiable fact. It was true, but not just on their side - the creatures had their own problems with it, after all. The fire elemental enough was the spitting (literally) image of someone who had issues with pride.

Which left the question of what Caelius had just asked them burning in Gale's mind. How strange - which one of these creatures would they pick? And what exactly were they doing to it? The same thing they had just done to the other one? And where -

"I think After should have the honors."

Gale snapped out of his inner musings, head jerking up to meet Before's eyes with a surprised look in his own. He opened his mouth to say something, but Ariane had chimed in as well, looking over at him, and then Tika (which reminded Gale that he owed her big time for saving his arse).

But there was still one other person in their little group - Gale's eyes cut towards Davey, narrowing slightly with a look of deep scrutiny. He rather admired the older Hunter, though he did not know him that well at all.

"We were in the room with those four before," he replied, indicating the right cages and ignoring and the two other Hunters completely - or maybe he just hadn't seen Jerry and Harrison arrive. "It was a rather enlightening, to be honest. They're pretty..."

He glanced at the fire elemental first, then at the ice demon, followed by the pink haired one who had first kicked him. Lattice he did not seem to acknowledge. A small smile played on the corners of his lips, hardly visible to anyone who was not standing immediately near him.

"...vocal. And they're pretty loyal to one another - after all, they ganged up on me and tried to kill me after I caught the creepy one with the needles. It's why these guys - " Gale jerked a finger back at his teammates. " - are giving me the 'honor,' apparently."

He couldn't deny that he appreciated their support very much; being the youngest, he tended to get disregarded quite a bit. Gale shrugged, looking up at Davey with his usual unreadable expression.

"Pathetic that we are taken out by these...indecisive morons, really."

The demon's tail swayed watching them all start to bicker.
Maybe them bickering will save some time.

"Well, Bix has the right idea, anyway," Davey said to the other Hunters, amused, as Bix walked off to deal with the loud-mouth. They didn't have the brains God gave a beast, if they thought it was a smart idea to insult their captors while a discussion of whom to kill was underway. Bix was a little melodramatic, but at least he wasn't shying away from putting the captives back in their place.

Settling into a wide-legged stance, Davey wished in vain for the ability to cross his arms over his chest once more. Ah well. The blood-rusted bandages on his shoulder had an intimidation factor all their own. To Tika, he raised an eyebrow. "If you lot think there's any honour in what we're doing, I suggest you talk to Caelius and get yourselves sent home now. This isn't nice work and I doubt it'll be the last we see of it. If you can't make the hard decisions or stomach what is sometimes necessary, this isn't the job for you. Rushing a decision is just as bad as dithering over it."

Davey walked over to the cages. As he passed Bix, he clapped the other Hunter on the shoulder. Davey kept walking until he arrived in front of the needle-girl. He crouched down, eyeing her like a breeder judging the best puppy of the litter. Still, he was careful to keep a distance between them, not knowing what kind of a range she had on those needles.

"What about this one?" he glanced back at Gale and Tika over his shoulder. "You said the others protected her before. Maybe they'll speak up to save her. Maybe they won't... in which case Gale gets his revenge after all."

Davey shrugged. No skin off his back, either way. They had a dozen more captives and a house just full of them. Eventually someone would be able to give Caelius what he was looking for.

Tika raised a brow back at Davey.

" What are you even saying." She rolled her eyes, "Honor. Line order. Do you not get sayings? God damn." Honestly. She felt it a great honor to be here to be picked to protect man kind. Who the hell was here because they didn't take pride in their work.

The bickering. It had gotten hold of her too.

"Honestly?" Davey said mildly. "I have no idea what you Yanks are saying half the time. But how about we deal with this problem first? We can talk about the wonders of tea, and debate the Queen's English versus whatever you lot speak once the mission's done."

It was water off a duck's back, really. Davey was surrounded by Americans and he was slowly growing used to them and their strange ways - with the exception of coffee. He'd happily burn the Island's entire supply if he didn't think it would get him lynched. So he settled with just refusing to drink the stuff and the occasional scrunch of his nose when someone else polluted the air with it.

"So, you have an opinion on a victim?" he prompted Tika. "Or still deferring to Gale?"

While they spoke, Gale was walking and picking his victim. Davey shrugged his good shoulder and stood. He walked over to the chosen victim. It didn't seem like Gale had any reasoning behind the choice at all, but Davey had already said his piece. Majority vote seemed to be behind Gale, so Davey's opinion mattered very little.

Jerry was listening intently to the argument, brows furrowed, and while he might have looked like an idiot, and often acted a bit... oddly, he was no fool. He glowered over to the one-armed hunter, "Who's side are you on?" He finally snapped, "You think what we're doing is horrible? Is a correctional institute horrible if it means creating proper members of society? These... these things should THANK us! I've been terrified my entire life, and I am TIRED of it! I'm tired of... of being made a mockery by these things!" His face had darkened behind his glasses as he suddenly ripped the ridiculous little tiara from his head before hurling it at the cage bearing the gaping Kelpie with a clang, "If you are all arguing about whether this is... is ETHICAL or not, maybe you should remember why we're here. Why we're all here. What these... these THINGS have done to us our whole lives, and plan on continuing to do if we don't do something about it!"

He shook his head with an exasperated noise, "How, exactly, did you lose that arm, kid?"

He was tired, he was grumpy, he was at his wits end, and somehow it didn't seem like a song and dance would therapy it away this time.

"Pick one at random, if that's how its going to be. They're all going to go the same way, regardless. And good riddance."

Gale's eyes flickered towards Davey again, amusement alight in them, though he said nothing, instead turning towards the glasses-wearing hunter who had suddenly burst out.

"I like the way you think," he said. "Quite nicely put.

"Even if you are dressed, er...somewhat oddly."