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it figured that as soon as the headbands fell off in a clatter from his head, that leon would hear his phone beep with the sound of a text.it might as well have been preceded with a siren screaming WARNING, INCOMING DEADLY MISSION, WARNING! but still, it said to meet at the dorms.

Seemed innocent enough, however the fact that it clarified that it was only for male, shirtless trainees did make him quirk an eyebrow at the peculiar sentence. "My clarice senses are tingling." he muttered quietly as he made the trek through the underground passages to the meeting area, in uniform, or out of it as it were.

How his supply of pants got stolen, again he was unsure. Someone just loved his clothes and frankly, it was ticking him yiff.... uh, off.

after a careful peek around the corner and seeing Marcus there and not some bird like thing trying to claw his eyeballs out, did the boxer stroll out to meet the fellow hunter, wide grin in place and carefree hand waved in the air. "Hey, looks like you got the message too huh?" he said cheerily before the grin slowly faltered with the way the moon hunter was frowning at the slip of paper on the wall.

.................. Then he knew why.

He hated the mission as well.

"Whooo wants to see my hot bod?" Bix was looking tired and scruffy with a few days of white stubble, but he was flexing his arms as he approached Marcus and Leon.

He had not yet taken off his shirt.

Bix eyed up the sign that was posted but frowned. "My complexion is not very compatible with flash bulbs.."

Aleister had, reluctantly decided to show up. He wasn't sure who had what in mind but he wasn't sure he liked it. He was still feeling a bit sore too. He had on his uniform as he wasn't be about to be walking around without it unless there was some dire reason.

He paused at the paper on the wall, reading it. "Oh, Welp it looks like that exempts me from this 'mission'." He said as he noticed the large ATTENTION HUNKS. Which clearly didn't refer to him, he gave a nod hello to Leon, Marcus and Bix before he started to try and retreat, wondering how far he'd get before actually being stopped.

True enough, miniskirts would be.. amazing. "Miniskirt one Friday and bikinis the next week. I could get behind that. Hell, going shirtless for that? I would be okay with that trade off. Granted I could just ask Cass but-" He smiled, thinking to himself. "Would be nice to get it monthly. Would get moral up I bet." Not to mention a few other things.

But that would just be them having to exert some self control.

Looking at the hall, the moon trainee shrugged. Leon apparently solved problems by ripping them. Lovely. "The fact I one went on a terrible mission with you and now I see you doing this kind of makes me worry a bit about what you could have done." Like gone Hulk and smashed everyone. THAT would have been frightening.

It seemed however that the shirt ripping triggered several small flashes and clicked before the trainees would find their phones ringing again.




Marcus frowned.

Marcus simply directed Gale to the notice tacked on the wall.
"We are being used. Now take it off I want to get over this as fast as possible."

Marcus was serious too.

"Many things are wrong with us apparently." leon said without cares as he trained his eyes on the young sniper. "like your clothes, the shirts gotta go, otherwise they might make our mission tougher." he tried his best to explain it to the death hunter instead of just yanking him by the collar and tugging the fabric away.

"Be a team player and lose it."

Gale just looked at them both.

"I'm really okay with not taking my shirt off, thanks."