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It was kind of entertaining to watch all of the Hunters become so indecisive. It was only one choice, one that didn’t even need to have that much meaning put into it. As they continued to chatter amongst themselves, Diece crossed his legs and cupped his face with one hand, his sharp nails poking against his cheeks. Fortunately they chose to let the final decision upon the shoulders of one lad who looked considerably young. He perked an eyebrow at that.

It appeared that the boy had settled between two of the girls who had arrived earlier, but to his amusement he pressed the tip of his gun to his cage. By now, his fury had simmered and he only kept an inquiring gaze on Gale. “I’m afraid I can’t find the logic in your decision, but if you insist.” He hid his panic and fear behind a menacing snarl and matching beam, revealing rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth, just like a shark’s. Diece stretched out his free hand, fletching his fingers and rolling his wrist. “It’s getting quite cramped in this cage. I could certainly use some more room.”

He was brash, but he wasn’t completely stupid. Diece had seen the fates of the last two, and his would be the same. An unfamiliar sensation clung to his heart. What was that? Oh right, this was fear. The vampire had always thought himself immune to fear. He did stupid things. He did impulsive things. He did them all without fear of the consequences, but now this was the end. Diece forced himself to keep smiling as he gnashed his teeth together and readied himself for the cage to open.

He was so scared, but like hell he was going to die looking like a wimp. He would go down with a ******** bang and bite them all.

P.S. He was not insane. You're all insane. ಠ益ಠ

At Princess Peach's question, Clarice choked a bit and began staring very hard at her monitor, doing her best to look extremely studious and downright busy. With Science. She didn't bother adding any opinions on the matter, it was all the same in the end anyways. Well...there was the increasing chance for excruciatingly painful failure with each transformation, due to their limited power supply...

But regardless, Cael liked his games, and she remembered being on the trainee end of them too many times to stick her neck out by helping this bunch along. Eventually they'd either figure themselves out or break down, but for now...

((Entering from Hunter Group 2!))

Candace had stayed outside for most of the discussion. She needed air. She needed a moment alone. She just...needed to recollect herself. What had happened in their last room had been shameful, the way she had collapsed into a pathetic pile of cries and whimpers and tears after nearly being tickled to death had her completely disgusted with her own behavior. She couldn't face them, not dressed like goddamn Mario and covered in bandages. Candace had been praising Harrison and Jerry, saying she had the best team..but that was them. She wgodas praising them. You're being far too hard on yourself. Personally I think you're doing quite well for what you're capable of. Atropos said in an attempt to calm her wielder's nerves. Candace growled. It wasn't enough. She had to be the best, she had to be top of her class at everything she did. Failing even slightly was not an option. Candace, you're just a trainee. You can't expect--

"Stop it, Atropos. You don't understand." Candace muttered, pulling the ridiculous red cap on her head lower over her face. She had been ready to stand out here until her team was ready to leave again whens he heard a metallic clang and a raised voice. The voice was familiar, but the volume of said voice was not. Candace blinked, turning on her heel and pushing aside the flap of the tent and stepping in. She didn't care how ridiculous she looked right now, Jerry was angry. Why was he angry?

...Seriously, Jerry. It's hard to take you seriously wearing a pink corset and tights. Candace whistled quietly to herself as she looked around. So many people were here now. But what really got her attention was a string of giggles that made her skin crawl and raised goosebumps along her arms. She gave the laughing girl with the needles in her arms a look, wincing at first at the needles until she spoke again..louder now. And that laugh. Candace grinned.

"I like this one. She's feisty, isn't she?" Candace chuckled, stepping closer to the cage while leaving a safe enough distance between her and it. "When did we get more of these things? I don't remember seeing these four earlier." They didn't look all that impressive. Pink hair, school girl uniforms, one of them looked almost normal. But this one with the needles...she seemed to spark a certain bit of nostalgia in Candace's heart. She put her hands on her knees and regarded her like one would an adorable puppy on display in a pet store.

"Awwwww lookit you. Aren't you just precious in your little uniform. You look in dire need of medical attention and a hair tie, though."

Davey's eyebrows flew up as Tika revealed her nationality and Gale's. "Huh. Sorry, then." He still couldn't tell much difference between her accent and American one, but he understood that it was much like mistaking the Irish for the Scots - they took it personally. Gale got a raised fist in his direction. If Davey had been closer, he would have totally brofisted. "For Queen and Country, mate."

The hunter in the corset and heels, Davey was about to dismiss. If that idiot thought Davey had been sticking up for the monsters, rather than telling people to get out if they couldn't handle a little torture, then Davey wasn't going to do anything except feel sorry for the poor fool. Until, of course, Jerry went and mentioned the forbidden topic.

"How, exactly, did you lose that arm, kid?"

Toxic-green eyes narrowed. Davey's head swung in Jerry's direction. His top lip curled, teeth showing in a cross between a sneer and a snarl. 'Kid'? Davey had spent the last several years of his life fighting in warzones, while this guy looked like he'd never set foot outside of a library. That alone would have been enough to get Davey's temper going.

But, oh no, that wasn't enough. The guy had to mention the arm.

"My arm?" he snarled. Drawing himself up to his full six foot plus height, he began advancing on the unfortunate Jerry. "What happened to my arm!?"

Jerry might eventually get the full story... but not today. Dr. H's grand entrance, and immediate call for Davey, had Davey halting in his tracks. His breath escaped in a hiss and Davey jerked his head towards the doctor. "He did." Not that Davey held a huge grudge over it, but Davey had a legitimate reason to not be completely enamoured of the Hunters, either. Jerry might see the Hunters are some miraculous saviours, but to Davey they were human and fallible. Still his bosses, but they got the respect their ranks deserved, nothing more.

Even as Davey tried to repress a pained expression at the doctor's immediate jibes, he still managed to shoot Jerry a death glare behind the doctor's back. It was not over. But there was little that could compete with the impotent rage that Dr. H inspired.

Davey let himself be distracted by eyeing what was happening with the ghosts. He toyed with the idea of giving a warning of what those particular ghosts were like, but decided to just enjoy the show, instead.

... While also keeping one eye on the captives and the other trainees. Davey wandered back over to Gale, even though his eyes kept darting back to the boos. "Any reason for picking that one?" he asked. He was mildly curious, though not about to protest the choice. As the others had pointed out, sooner or later the same fate would befall all the captives.

"Hey Dr. H..." Bix usually wasn't forward with their superior but the audacity of their prisoners was starting to get annoying. "I think we decided on this one." He pointed to the cage that Gale picked out.

"But I think this one's volunteering as well. Are you sure you don't need two?" Bix pointed his bow at the cage where the scottish sounding weirdo had decided to throw in his two cents.

"I think he volunteered.. I can't tell with that weird accent." Bix smirked at the monster.

Glen was taken by surprise by actually being noticed, he was used to people snubbing his outbursts along with all the other complaints of the caged captives, so he was suddenly MUCH less brave as he was pointed out, and probably would have apologised out of reflex if not for the slight on his accent.

"Weird accent?! Ah talk plain auld Inglish. Mibbeh ye need tae cleen oot yer ears ya bam."

Bix had found Glen's serious weakness. Normally he was friendly but the moment his accent came into it, the gloves were off. There was nothing worse for him than having his words disreguarded. He practically /roared/ with anger and leapt at the bars, taking a full body zap of electricity that sent him reeling, panting with pain as he was winded by ********' COWARD, ye widnae be sayin' any of that if ye were in here. Ah'd give ye a skelp across yer broken lugs tae make sure ye heard me." he coughed with a frown at his own physical weakness, his powers long supressed.
"And its seaweed ya daft basturt, shame ah can't introduce ye tae the real thing and the bottom of a loch along with it, see how ye breathe."