There was a bit of showboating going on at Deus at the moment. With unbonded pod people wandering around, some of them relatives, the existing hunters and trainees were invigorated with a bit of new life even in the wake of the Wonderland incident. People were going out of their way to seem tough, to seem awesome or just to demonstrate how great it was to be here on Deus. It was hard to tell someone with no weapon that the place was classist, miserable and dangerous so instead there were vast groups just whitewashing everything.
He supposed it would be better to go into the pod in a good mood, than to go in dreading waking back up again.
All Bix could claim though was that it was great for training. There were consistently people on the training fields trying to show off their
awesome weapons and that meant no shortage of partners. The pale Sun hunter was scoping for anyone to spar but most people were already paired up.
"You!" An intermediate coat caught his eye. "Wanna go?" He didn't even know this person!
