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With a grunt, he was on the floor. He didn't expect her to bail out like that. With Harley off to relieve herself, Dylon got himself up and winked at every lady that walked by. He wondered why he was getting dirty looks in return until he remembered that he was standing outside the women's washroom.

Oh right. Probably not appropriate.

His ladygirl finally came back out, and he whirled around with a grin. "Welcome back!" He began leading the girl back down the hallway. "So, this is the Life Labs building, one of the divisions here at Deus. You'll probably be briefed on all that stuff when a higher up assigns you one." He tried to make it all out as light hearted as possible. He was aware there was a darker side to living the life of a hunter. However, he wasn't one of those who'd seen the worst it had to offer.

"First things first. I'm going to take you to The Cove. There, you'll meet get your very own weapon." Partner. But she'd learn that once she heard them. "You'll know which one it is when you hear it."

"Sure, I'll stick around, if you like." Any chanced to chat up pretty girls was worth his time. "We'll grab terrible coffee, and I'll answer as much as I can."

Her question made him laugh, not even considering hiding the surprise from her. "They'll talk to you, and only you. All inside your mind." He answered honestly. "It will be a voice only you can hear. A hunter's weapon will bond with their hunter, and that's what makes us stronger than normal humans."

"Although, I will warn you. It's difficult to get used to." Vahn was a rather grouchy weapon from the start. His attitude carried strong every day, always bitching about Dylon's extroverted lifestyle.

"A little annoying, yeah." Dylon laughed, "But you do get used to it. It kinda becomes like a part of yourself. It's only awkward for the first little while." He hesitated to say it was like having two personalities, as that would not help anyone here.

Her hands gestures made him snort, before giving a full on belly laugh. "Oh for sure! But I've found my own weapon kind of goes into his own little space in my head during that sort of thing." He assured her, still fighting off a giggle.

"Yes, it was. Last time. But, without that weapon, you can't physically survive on the island. Or in many of the places we'll go as hunters. So it's a minor inconvenience." He patted her shoulder, "Don't worry. It isn't as bad as it all sounds. Trust me."

Another winning smile was thrown at her in hopes of soothing her over.

This was her first time being back since she woke up...and it wasn't something she wanted to do often. Sleeper pod duty was eerie. Just rows upon rows of potential sleeping hunters, who may or may not wake up. A walk up and down a few rows had been enough for her, and luckily she had good company to pass the time with.

The trainee was currently seated in a chair, precariously balancing it on its back legs as her feet sat propped on a small table nearby. Her arms were crossed and her gaze lidded as her eyes slid over to Chance. "I think the welcome gift to Deus should be a complimentary bottle of lube." She started. "Along with: welcome, here you are, to make it easier to get ******** up the a** for the inevitable bend over." Her lips quirked up briefly. "Generous, no?"

The first coherent thought that came from his mind was sensory.

His mouth tasted dry, as if saliva hadn't formulated in it for a long time. The second thought was the aches, as his arms and legs slowly came to wake. He didn't bother messing with them, especially not stupidly wiggling fingers or toes. That s**t hurt and he wasn't prepared to deal with what was going on and pain on top of it.

There was a soft whoosh of air as the pod opened, but Cameron laid there and waited.

If this was like predator or alien movies, he was best put in the pod and hoping it closed in mistake of him opening.

He rose a brow though as voices trickled around, but was he curious enough to see? Not really.

"I am nothing if not a kind and generous soul," Chance deadpanned, but he and Claude both knew very well that most of the time it was the direct opposite.

He hadn't heard what the other had, but once Claude pointed out, a look of understanding appeared on Chance's face. He slowly lowered his chair back down to the ground, sliding his feet to the floor and stood up, stretching his arms up above his head to work out some of the kinks.

A lazy smile flitted onto his face.

"Good morning, sunshine," he stage whispered.

Claude would vouch that Chance did have a kind and generous bone in his body, he did offer to make her curry, after all.

Ah, okay, male from the sound of it. Claude walked by first, and came to stand in front of the pod, to Cameron's left, to leave room for Chance on his right. She stood a few feet away and crossed her arms, to give him ample space to amble out. Her eyes were lidded and she looked less than amused, but she did give the newly awakened sleeper a once over...and it wasn't bad. Not bad at all. Plus he was tall. Always a bonus.

Her lips quirked up briefly at his question.

"Your location is hell, and your predicament is ********." She dead panned, and the slid her gaze over to her Sun companion. "He wants it casual. That's you, Chance." Totally passed that off on him. Perfect.

"Charming." He frowned at the woman, "I particularly like the creativeness in your words and imagery." His gaze moved to the man's and he stared.

"Ah yes, I remember the sales pitch now. Save the world. Become a hunter." He scoffed, "Something about dealing with the shadows that haunt me." He sounded bored as he pushed himself up and out of the pod, and got a good eyeful of the pair.

"I suppose the benefits of the moment, out weight the cons." He ran his hand through his hair, "And I've particular enjoyed the coats so far." He was fond of the pirate-esque of the female, but the man wasn't bad either.

He smiled at them, much like a snake would.

"Are you both my welcoming party? Don't I get some sort of medical check to make sure all my parts are together and working?" He slid a hand over his buttoned shirt, "I like Casual......" He slid his gaze from Claude to Chance and it was very obvious what he was getting at.