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Mission mission MISSION. Mission mission MISSION~

I swear to whatever deity you worship that if you continue that noise I will break your skull open myself if nothing on this mission doesn't do it for you.

Nope. Yer not gonna get ta me, not taday. Taday Ah gots a mission.

So I gathered.

Ofelia had been head over heels for the moon when she'd been approached by Marcus for a mission, the teen thinking she'd never get off the Island until the main event for her group was going to happen. She had no idea about that, even if she was simply assuming much of it, so when asked she about jumped the poor boy's bones in an effort to go along.

She arrived at the lighthouse shortly after harassing a nearby person for directions (she had no idea where anything was still, only the town thanks to Eva), and she raised an arm up in a loud and friendly wave towards her soon-to-be traveling companion. "Marcus! Howdy!"

Ofelia felt her cheeks light up when she realized there was someone else there besides Marcus, a person she hadn't met before. Judging by the massive sun on his coat he was from her division, probably a senior or something (which everyone was since she was brand spanking new) and the teen bit back her tongue to prevent herself from saying something overly stupid right out of the gate.

Good luck.

"Ah'm Ofelia, an' yeah, Ah'm new. S'nice ta meet ya Jordan, an' thanks 'gain fer bringin' me along Marcus. Jus' hope Ah'm somewhat useful ta ya guys." It sounded like Rue said something but Ofelia did her best to squish it out, looking over at the state of attire her partners were wearing. She was....going to be woefully under-dressed and suffer for it, seeing as she was weak against the cold. She probably should have thought of asking way more questions before just barreling feet first. Still she took the hand that had been extended and shook it, letting go as soon as they were done.

"Nice to meet you." Jordan grinned. "Sorry to say you probably won't get a chance to hit anything on this run, but that'll come." What? She'd been placed in Sun division; it was probably a safe assumption that she and her weapon were inclined towards problem solving of the blunt object style.

Ofelia looked like she was going to be cold. Jordan hesitated, half inclined to tell her to go snag a coat. Then again, freezing her a** off would be an effective lesson about checking what gear she needed before a mission, and he and Marcus would be there to ensure she didn't actually get herself frozen. Ferros, does a Fear shield cover extreme environmental conditions? he asked.

He could feel the weapon considering the question. I don't think so, Ferros said finally. If you summon me I can keep you warmer, but unless her weapon is a firebreather it probably can't help.

Well, then, she'll be getting cold. "Ready to go," he said to Marcus. "Thanks for bringing me in for this one."

Dis was making half a** remarks about how nippy the cold could be and Marcus was doing his best to ignore it. Thankfully, Dis dropped it soon enough. Smiling Marcus was happy to have Jordan, he was sensible and reliable. That was a fast way to Marcus's friend list for sure, and the guy had kept his word. Not once had they mentioned that mission. Not once.
"Patch? Oh-" She had a missing eye huh? "That must be annoying for distance. Anyway, let's get a move on shall we?" Stepping through the portal, Marcus flinched at the rush of cold. Damn, maybe he should have worn another layer. The plane wasn't to far off, and from the report, there would be no bodies. Small things that were both good and bad he supposed. "Well, looks like this is our plane." Foot prints and steel littered the ground but nothing immediately was catching his eye. Kicking over a piece of metal, he shrugged. "Nobody else here as well, so, looks like we have the site to ourselves."

"Huh. Glass eye?" Jordan made a mental note; while it was probable that Ofelia compensated for the lack of depth perception perfectly well, it was something that her teammates should know. It'd probably never come up, but it was good that she'd spoken up about it.

Stepping through the portal, he flinched at the slap of cold air and tugged his scarf up around his neck. His boots crunched in the snow as he made his way around the wreck, avoiding pieces of wreckage. There were footprints in clusters, places where other groups had investigated; police and rescue teams, probably. When Ofelia called out he looked up. Ferros, can you feel it?

Not where we are right now. ... I'm hungry, the weapon added.

You're always hungry. "Good to know," Jordan said aloud. "If she senses anything stronger and neither of us has said anything, let us know."

There were no footprints directly ahead of him. The snow seemed undisturbed, though the drifts were oddly patterned. No, wait. He stopped and studied the snow more closely, frowning. There was a distinct pattern to the ridges. There, there, and there, the same thing, repeated.

"I've got some kind of prints or something in the snow over here," he said. "Like waves, but it's too regular to be wind." He pulled his phone out and circled the area, taking several pictures from different angles.

Ofelia's cheeks were red as she took the scarf offered to her, though not so much from the blush as it was from the cold. Her teeth were chattering but she wasn't downright numb just yet and she was determined to keep it that way by moving around. Moving things here and there she kept noticing a weird smell, her nose crinkling, and every now and then she'd listen to the sounds of Rue complaining.

"Ah've got nothin' - oh hey, wait a second." There was something in the corner that caught her eye and Ofelia kicked a chair over, kneeling down to see what it was. "Hey guys, Ah got some fur here. S'black, looks kinda like animal?"

She was going to reach out and touch it but a warning bell went off in her head. Better to let one of the others get it maybe. "Maybe whatever was up here was an animal with FEAR? That dun make any sense." She shifted through more things, her nose wrinkling at the smell. "Got a lotta mold over here too."

Giving a thumbs up to Ofelia he went to where she found the hair. "Jordan, don't they vanish after a time? I don't have any container on me, but I could run back to see if there isn't one. If this is animal hair or freak fur, they could probably test it in the labs." Damn, something to bring on future missions perhaps. Looking back at Ofelia he frowned. "Mold....shouldn't be here in these conditions. At this time of the year and with snow all over it would be dead. With health and safety regulations I doubt the seats were molding when they crashed. Fire or ice would have killed it. But as far as weapon's go, Dis isn't saying anything, so-" Marcus's voice trailed off.

Going back out the snow clumps were hard to miss in this area. His own phone pulled out he took a few shots, also moving over to a tree, climbing up to get a better shot of the site.

"The clumps are all around the plane. Safe to say whatever was here did something. Thing is, was the lingering fear from the passengers or from a freak?"