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Bix had been pretty serious about training lately. He'd been thinking hard on his specialization and had been working on some group training and routines but had yet to really organize a group or send out notices. He'd gotten to that point where he disappeared into his own little world as he focused on work and without the intervention of his girlfriend, he probably wouldn't socialize with anyone at all.

Despite the island's tropical location there were hints here and there that summer pressed on. There was a little more sunlight through the oppressive fog, slightly higher temperatures, and the absence of any major holiday for the next few months. That was pretty important. Holidays generally sucked. It was hard to believe that he'd been here a whole two years at this point. He had the routine down pat.

The albino hunter was sitting in one of the common rooms of the first floor dorms. He had a table pulled towards a window to let in the most light and his back to the room. His stark white hair fluffed up pver the toned back hunched over whatever he was working on. The young man was only in a tank top and pants and bright pink burn scars covered the back of his neck only to disappear down under his shirt. He was practically glowing with all the white: hair, skin and tank top above the backdrop of his hunter coat spread out over the table. Thankfully most people were used to the sight of him since he stood out in a crowd.

Every few moments he'd huff, sigh dramatically, and archery sculpted arms would hold his coat up so he could stare at it. The golden sun was emblazoned obviously on the chest and by all his noise and where he'd planted himself, Bix seemed to have wanted some sort of social interaction. His head darted around for anyone he recognized, then twisted back into a constipated looking contemplation before he turned back to his coat. If he wanted to be alone, he would have just done this in his room.

"Whuh?" His head spun, a thin needle sticking out of his lips, "Yuh.." He quirked his lips into a bit of a foolish smile around the implement before his quick fingers pulled it away and he flashed a bright white grin. "Yeah!"

His red eyes dashed over her dusty coat behind pale white lashes. "You're new? Sweet! We need more kick a** chicks in Sun." He would assume she was kick a** by the appearance alone. Plus she'd been placed in Sun and all the girls in his division tended to fit that description.

"I'm Bix." He put the needle down next to a sewing kit and hopped up to thrust out his hand for shaking. Well.. thrust down. "Oh wow you're a little thing aren't you.." He almost looked like someone who had just seen a small adorable puppy. It was only meant to be an observation. He wasn't very good with the brain-to-mouth filter. He almost wanted to crouch and pinch her cheeks but thankfully got that need under control.

She'sssss a morsel. Don't step on her in the battlesssss Mina hissed in amusement in his head but he was a professional at ignoring her by now.

Upon turning, she'd see his white tank top actually had a superhero 'SHAZAM' emblazoned on the chest in red and yellow. He also had a central american styled tattoo of something around his right arm from mid-forearm to mid-upper arm. It stood out very obviously on his pale skin.

"Ok.. so.." He smirked and plopped back into his chair. "Since I outrank you, you have to give me all the details. It's uhhh and order," He meant details about her, "and then you have to help me find a place to put my specialization patch."

He was clearly a talker.

If he'd noticed her reaction to him saying she was small, Bix showed no sign of acknowledment. He either didn't notice or didn't care. He was likely to talk about it if it came up again. Instead he head plenty else to worry about. As she gave him the rundown he nodded, still looking at his coat, and made 'Hmmm mmmhmmm' noises to each of her tidbits of info.

"Well 1) I need to check out your weapon sometime cause I'm a nerd for them 2)" He shot two fingers in the air, "Ofie has knuckledusters too. You met her? 3)," another finger shot up, "I got a cute british 17 year old fully ranked hunter friend.." He made a goofy scheming face at her, "If you're lookin." Then threw his arms up innocently, "JUST SAYIN."

Bix turned back to his coat again, "Yeah I'm the Ranged Tactical Specialist and so I got my own patch.." He picked the rectangle of fabric up and flapped it around. "S'posed to go on my coat but as you can tell.." He held it up. "No sleeves."

"Yea you know Gale?" Bix seemed pretty pleased with that. "Yeah he's my bro. Steals his style tips from me.." He tugged a few white strands. Gale had bleached a few into his hair when Bix had 'died' and seemed to have kept them for a bit. They were pretty cool though. "You're not lookin now.." Bix chuckled, "Give it a few months. This place is like 90210." And then very randomly he muttered, "I wonder if the bermuda triangle has a zipcode.. we could have Deus 80670 or whatever." Bix snickered. The girl didn't seem as receptive to most of his attempts at humor.

Mossst aren't, snowflake.

When she suggested it, Bix flipped the coat and looked at the back and collar. "But... then I can't look at it." He was pretty impressed with himself for getting this far. He wanted to revel in it if he could.

"Ppffffffff.." Yeah Bix just 'pff-ed' you. "If Lady Gaga taught me anything, it's that symmetry is over rated. And making things out of meat will make you famous. But that's another project for another day." He laughed a bit. Was he joking or serious?

"Yeah 90210.. Oh you're like young." He wasn't exactly old himself but he didn't have cable TV most of his life so he'd subsisted on 90's reruns. So now he was back to the coat, flipping it and turning it and damn if she was right about the back spot. It made the most sense.

"Ok young padawan. Back patch it is." He nodded to her before picking up the needle popping it back between his lips, and pulling some yellow-gold thread from the small sewing kit. As he threaded the needle and knotted the thread, Bix glanced back to Peyton.

"So how are you finding things? You liking it? Or battling for your life?" Judging by the dust and bruises, seemed like the latter. She definitely needed to meet Ofie.

"Not being killed yet is always a bonus." Bix seemed to have dextrous fingers and was more than capable at sewing his patch on. He barely flicked his red eyes to her as he pulled the thread through. "Dying a few times is like an initiation.." He smiled just a moment before a flicker of reality jolted through. The man gave her a solemn look then, "But remember. We're human. Our enemies aren't. Our weapons can only keep us so safe.. sometimes.." He tapped his burn scarring that disappeared down under his shirt, "it's not okay."

Bix wasn't much good at withholding truths and he'd be happy to answer questions but his most recent death experience hadn't been a joke. He still had nightmares. He'd lost a week of his life. He'd had a grave.

As quick as his serious tone had come, it seemed to fade away and he was smiling again. "You're more likely to have some crazy person on the island take you out, to be honest." He grinned. "Or Caelius. But we're Suns. It's our job to smash and be smashed. Advice?" Yep he was still talking. "Make good friends with a Moonie. Defense division. Really great to have a defender to train with and get the routine down. They are as happy to have a heavy hitter as we are to have someone watching our backs."

Apparently Bix was not all jokes. He'd been doing this a while and there had to be a reason he was given a specialization in tactics.

It had been a while since he'd talked about dying. It continually came up in his mind, something he'd never truly shaken, even after he'd been told by Aria that it was a 'near death state'. "Well once I was dead for a week.." He said it a bit softer and stopped sewing. He set the needle and thread down and turned himself in his chair to fully face her. The albino, without putting on his happy airs, had an open and honest face even when he was being serious.

"Which.. I dunno. I was downgraded to 'near death' but.. a week?" That wasn't natural. It wasn't medically possible as far as he researched. "I woke up in the morgue. On the slab." He scratched his head and motioned to his foot. "Toe tag and everything. Oh! And a grave. I had a grave and my friends had cleaned my dorm so that looters didn't take my things." He laughed but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm not trying to scare you. But this is our life here." He coped as best he could. "But that time it was Insanity. You know about that yet? Insanity is like a special case."

Bix felt like he was laying a lot on her but she was a newbie and she was a Sun. He felt obligated that his own division members know what they are fighting. "If you have time you can have a seat and.... " He shrugged. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."

Bix suddenly seemed happy that he could help her in some way. When he'd first arrived on the island there hadn't been anyone who was forthcoming with information. It was like the established organization relished in their lack of knowledge and preyed upon it just to make them suffer. As fun as messing with newbs was, they would be on the battlefield with them and he would be saving their asses or vice versa. They should know what they are up against.

"Horsemen are in 4 tribes.. pretty much modeled around the classic apocalypse horsemen from the bible." Bix now was allowed to go into geek mode. "Which sounds cool but it isn't. They love to murder humans. They love to slaughter hunters. In a mission a ways back we destroyed their homelands, 4 islands that each matched a tribe." Bix frowned a bit at that. The impression was given that there had been no choice in the matter of genocide. "Now they live in Halloween and even moreso want to kill us and .. I dunno.. like regain glory or some such.."

He pulled the coat to his lap again and resumed sewing as he spoke. "Insanity is like this messed up mix of FEAR and runics and death and I dunno. You'll get a better description from a Lifer probably but essentially its bad for everyone. Horsemen, 'Weeners, us. It can infect people and drive them crazy, mutate them, merge hunters and weapons into crazy abominations..." Bix still worried sometimes what sort of long lasting effect his 'death' would have. "And after we destroyed the islands, the like collective populace turned into a crazy insanity Phoenix."

Since the patch was small it didn't take long and he tied it off and bit the string. "Pretty brutal."