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"As soon as we can.... as horrible as this sounds, if we can find a body to loot, I'd like to so I can re-arm myself. I'll don't mind playing offensively or defensively until then, but when I'm armed, I'll go offensively if that's alright with you." 12 looked to 8, since it seemed that was who she'd be heading out with. A few people from their tent hadn't returned yet. Was 3 still out with 'Jack'? That could have been the case, certainly. Either way, she wasn't sure what to make of the woman.

"If it's alright, can you come with us, 1? You're sort of the only thing that will keep me from dying until I can steal some new supplies." the woman asked, looking to the medic.

She looked to 7 at his suggestion and nodded. "I agree. Right now we shouldn't play to win, we should play to survive. We'll get a bit more accomplished that way. If you get overwhelmed by an encounter, run. Just taking other people down a peg will be useful. If they heal themselves after? That's less supplies they have."

Like 8, 12 wasn't sure she'd ever been in a wartime scenerio. However, she sort of felt like it was catching the Legendary Dogs; do it a little at a time. Only with the Legendary Dogs you weren't trying to kill them. She'd prefer if nobody in her group had to kill anybody, though. She was pretty sure that she'd rather...well....
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Do it herself so they could keep their hands clean.

(( Can we roll a heal in the base tents? XD ))

'I go wherever Eight goes. You want healing, then come with us.' One said, firmer now, and got to her feet. A group of four or whatever was fine with her, smaller than twelve was best however they ended up doing this.

What she did know was that Eight had openly expressed trust and a willingness to cover Gamma One's back. So she would remain with her. Where ever they ended up going. She looked at Eight when she spoke.

'Are we firm with just having a team of four?' she glanced from Eight to Two.

"You may need to create your own team, with the others," 8 said, "Unless you want to go with 2 and 7."

It didn't seem fair to leave someone behind, but there were 12 of them: that was 3 teams of 4 unless they found themselves any more allies.

"12, 1, 9, and myself are heading out, I believe 2 and 7 are taking 10... and perhaps you?" She turned to 2 in question. She had no more room in her group, unless they were going to already break the only guideline they had come up with, and that seemed like a terrible idea.

((Yeah, bandages can be used outside of battle unlimitedly... it can potentially draw unwanted attention however.))

While it would be nice to be traveling with the medic, he was a little leery about traveling in a larger pack. He agreed with yVIII's idea of being within shouting range of one another should they need help with anything in particular.

"It's a good sized team. We won't draw as much attention in smaller groups. If we stay close enough to provide backup if needed, we should be alright," he said before looking at yIV as she came on in. Her comment had him raising a brow, but he supposed it wasn't as bad as yIII's eagerness and anger.

"Ten, Seven, and I still have an opening," he replied, "But Eight pretty much has it down, unless there are any objections?"

He then turned towards yI and approached, "If you don't mind, I could use a little mending please."

[ Bandaging Gamma Two ]

'Well, I'm not sure how much I can do.' One replied as she looked Two over, but she attended to his wounds as best she could, with a firm and methodical hand, still not knowing how exactly she knew how to dress a wound.

When finished tying the last, she gave him a pat on the shoulder.

'There, I hope that helps.'

8 produced the map from her belt and opened it to show the group. The dirt she had marked it with had smeared, but the other locations were clearly visible.

"The lighthouse is to the west, and the cornfields to the east," she said, pointing both out, "the beach is to the south, but perhaps we should remain here, for the time being? The blue team will undoubtedly be after us soon."

Her face skewed slightly beneath her mask, and she shook her head.

"I don't know..."

8's initial reaction was to cling to the map as if her life depended upon it...but how fair was that? She had already claimed the medic as her own, and to have everything would certainly not net her any allies. She knew where the current locations were, and that was useful... but still, she didn't quite want to give the thing up. It had become something of a comfort object.

"...sure."

How she remembered the juvenile game was lost on her, but it came naturally enough. She pumped a fist against her flat and three times and then shot out another flat hand. Paper!

[[ Rock=1 Paper=2 Scissors=3 let's do this thing B: ]]