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"What," said Gale. "the hell."

The place in front of him was someplace tropical, with sprawling, enormous trees, thick green leaves and a heat wave that made Gale's hear almost immediately sweaty, sticking to his forehead in damp white and gold strands. He pushed it away with a gloved hand, frowning around at the white-clothed men and women, trying to make some semblance of what exactly was going on here.

And then there was him again.

<< Well, uh...this is, uh... >>

Good grief. Can't he even show himself while he's here?

<< Apparently not. >>

Gritting his teeth a little, he listened with irritation, his desire to know who the coward behind the voice was growing with each word. Gale eyed the sentries that came forward with some apprehension, which rapidly grew when he realized just what the bags they were hold were for.

...what..?

Jinhai's voice sounded slightly strained, as though he were trying too hard to be lighthearted. << Don't worry, I'll be fine. You'll be fine too. It's okay. Just...just go ahead. You're a Death hunter, this is what you do, Shortie McShortpants. >>

Are you kidding me?

<< No. You really are short, I wasn't kidding. >>

You know what I mean, git.

There was small, gentle laughter now.

<< You and I will find each other again. >>

With a glare that could have rivaled a certain Death Lead's, Gale lifted his hand, feeling the rifle disappear beneath his fingers in a small glow of white light, desummoning into the small silver ring around his finger. He looked at it for a long moment, running his thumb over it and trying not to think of how this was not what he had planned, that he had not expected to give up the one person (thing) that had yet to let him down on the island.

What a stupid decision.

<< You'll be fine. It's not goodbye. You can't get rid of me that easily. >>

Hah.

<< 'til we meet again, short stack. >>

Until next time, Ginny.

He pulled off the ring and dropped it soundlessly into the bag.

As she ran through the portal to the other side, to protect.... Ceres mentally cried out. What the ******** did i just sign up for.

The first thing she noticed was the area that surrounded them. It was....very exotic. And hot, really freaking humid. The tree's seemed to soak up any water given to them and disperse any excess out in to the air, making it honestly really unpleasant. She was used to the darkness that came from the mists on the island, but this tropical setting was different.

It was a lot less...clean? She guessed that was one way to put it.

Her sight was soon occupied by the people also dressed in white, very similar to them only they bore no sigils. No signs of their divisions.

It was then the made spoke, and her breath was caught in her throat. No.

...You have to.

Why the bloody hell should i? Keru...if i lose you, i... i cant protect. I cant HEAL. I cant protect Gale, i came here because of him!

Of course you can stupid child, or was the time you told me about this medical school you attended a lie? The times you jumped in front to protect and guard someone, that was not me that was -you-.

You did most of the work, you were the shield. She ignored about the healing, Takeru knew all too well that she could not deny her minor knowledge in how to use a band-aid.

I dont want to lose you again.

I dont think these people will let you live unless you do this. You have to try and blend in.

Death division is not my strong suit.

Try, or you wont last long. We will see each other again. This is not Goodbye for good, this is only a temporary solution.

Damnit Keru. Her weapons soul might be an a*****e, but he was a smart one. He knew what he had to do to survive, and in this case it was to give up Ceres. He knew if he lost her theres was a good chance he might never find another human to bond with, so in a way it was selfish of him as well. This way she had a better chance at living.

Narrowed eyes looked up towards Gale, whom seemed to be the first to willingly give up his weapon. Just like that. Was he also mentally breaking down as she was?

Could she bloody well DO this?

You signed up for this to protect Gale, so go ******** do your job girl.


Gritting her teeth she let go of her sword as it desummoned back down in to its base form. Removing the buckle from one of her belts, she stuffed the remaining leather in to one of her pouches and approached the one holding the bag. With her free hand she grasped Gales shoulder roughly and stared down at the Death Division hunter.... and glared holy hellfire at him as the kirin buckle fell in the bag with a clank.

"It can't be helped," Sam shrugged, throwing her bangle in as well, "Though since we're here, I do have a question." She smiled coyly. "You do treat ladies nice right? I'll cut to the business here, I'm not here to play nice and suck up and hope one day I'll get a slice of that cake. I would like the cake, filling, and everything, and I'll do whatever it takes to prove it. Whatever it takes. And if it's information you're looking for, well I know quite the fair bit now, don't I?"

She smiled a bit, giving a modest turn of her figure to show off her coat and specialization emblem.

Gale got a cute pat on the head. "Aww, that's so cute, you tried. I'll make sure to let our new boss know about that gem of a slip up." It was entirely patronizing.

Quite the change of scenery, at the least. 'Tropical paradise' was not exactly Mimsy's most desired place to be, but she couldn't discount it yet. Even if she decided in the next second that she didn't want to be here, there wasn't really another option, was there?

She assumed that this was some sort of outpost, with the tent and the exotic location taken into account. It made sense that they would not immediately be brought to whatever their main headquarters would be, were this not it; that was too dangerous, having untested new recruits running amok at base.

All was relatively normal, with the exception of the canvas masks that they wore.

Svensyl laughed, catching on. She frowned. She certainly hoped that they would not be required to put those things on their heads, as it would impede peripheral vision and cause all sorts of other sensory complications.

She stopped when ordered to, her eyes following the length of one of the spears. Masks and spears and blank white coats. Such pains to remove individuality.

The request for their weapons was not even finished before complaints rose, echoing in her mind.


She all but threw the brooch into the bag, looking very firmly into the eyes of the being that held it.

"Please ensure that stays with you," she requested, chin up. If they could truly grant her a world of silence again, she might give them her left arm.

She cleared her throat, folded her arms, and stepped backward to wait, nodding as pleasantly as she could manage to those who had chosen the same path as she had.

The squeeze helped drive off her nervousness, but still, she already wanted Isra back. "...." looking to Ceres she tried to smile at her as well. "I don't think we've met before this."

The smile widened, bowing her head slightly at Ceres. "Solia Delacroix. It's nice to see a moon with us..." He gaze drifted back to the divsionless coats. "Not sure if that will matter however."

Looking back to Ceres's coat, Solia felt a pang of worry for Jason. She hoped he'd be alright. That she would still see him again.

"Ceres is my future sister-in-law," said Gale, in an entirely innocent tone of voice.