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Six AM was too early, in Gale's opinion, but he was far too used to it by now - which was either a very sad fact or a very normal fact, by hunter standards. He stood for approximately nine and a half minutes listening to the hunter talk to him about specializations before he slid into a chair, hands folded in his lap.

Well. At least there was no round table. Or maybe that was an unfortunately rather than a fortunately.

Lucky had actually been there for some time now. Someone had told him the meeting was at 5am, so of course he'd told Shiloh and Quinn the same, and after waiting blearily for nearly an hour, they'd been greeted (maybe the wrong word for it - did a wordless, disapproving stare count as a greeting?) by Caelius.

Hopefully being this early would reflect well on them. Or just not badly. Not badly was about the best he could hope for.

After being sent to fetch about five different kinds of folding chairs from around the building, Lucky finally got a chance to take his seat, where he had been since anyone who'd arrived on time had walked in. Tired was the only word that could be used to describe his expression, clutching his messy stack of notes and papers and trying very hard not to fall asleep.

If there was something Solia was good at, it was having things organized and being prepared. Several months of paperwork were sitting in their filing cabinet in chronological order each with detailed descriptions of her work, her progress, test results, information gathered. So when she was told about how there was going to be a meeting and that she ought to be ready and have a report ready, and be ready for anything.

Solia figured the 'ready for anything part' should have been a given, as it was Caelius. The man had a knack for being terrifying and just doing as he willed.

Still, it wasn't too hard for her to dig up and then summarize her work. Getting up that early was not difficult either given her testing schedule. The only downside was that it was too early in her day to properly eat with her required medications and supplements which meant she was forced to bring gum.
And gum in a meeting was not the best idea, but it beat feeling like you were starving.

Chel liked Mark. Mark was just a weird nerdy guy to her, and she liked that. She liked his rambling and actually listened intently, even going so far as to give him a high five on his way out (even if he didn't want it you are getting a high five Mark deal with it).

What she did not like was waking up at the asscrack of dawn for fancypants' mahogany a** room with shitty folding chairs and no food. She wasn't a coffee fiend, but damn she would've taken a cup now.

She grabbed one of the chairs and turned it around so her legs were dangling over the sides and she could put her forearms on the back of the chair. From there she just waited for Fancypants to start. She was sure he or Mark had Very Important things to say about (Caelius) how incompetent they were or (Mark) the value of boob jiggle in video games.

Jake had wondered if it was possible to get out of said "mandatory" meeting, but the chances of that happening were slim to none. Not unless he wanted to opt out through a more... permanent method. It certainly didn't help that he hadn't really gotten anywhere in the past several months, and he certainly hadn't really done much regarding reports or his specialization at all.
He couldn't even remember what his specialization was.
In addition, he didn't appreciate being told to come a whole HOUR early, nor did he enjoy the quality time spent with Caelius.... or having to set up chairs.

Once they were finally set up, he slid into one of the chairs, wondering if he could scrap together some sort of report in the time given.

"You are all full or intermediate Hunters in my division," the Death lead began, without any of the usual bells and whistles about forms and waiting, "you are not here out of convenience. Each one of you has made incompetent mistakes, and yet, you still are here. It is because for the most part, your results produced have earned the severe oversight in your behaviour. Unfortunately I cannot say the same for the group of you collectively. For some of you, the behaviour has long overshadowed the results, which either make you incredibly stupid or purposefully insubordinate."

He paused. "I want every one of you to stand up, and attempt to explain why your results earn your current position or potentially a specialization promotion. Your behaviour will be dealt with consequently. This is not open for ******** discussion, it is infinitely easier for me complete anything myself than to ******** waste my time or patience any further on attempting to make you understand. If you have nothing to say, then you have nothing to take any leniency towards. You may begin."

Ah so it was this type of meeting. The 'you are all worthless and are only here and alive because if I killed you for your worthlessness there is a chance I'd get even worse idiots replacing you and I'd have to train them and frankly I don't want to' type meeting.

As if there was any other type.

Solia had her reports ready all neat in their folder, (which she anticipated would end up in the shredder, bin, or on fire, but who could say; maybe Caelius would get creative in this round of 'your words mean nothing 2k15'). She had to give updates on her progress eventually anyway, and granted, even if she and the team was currently a bit stonewalled? Few things could be rushed, not if they wanted to succeed. That and she certainly didn't want to just outright say they had been set back. No, that was all on life's side of the party. She'd been doing just time till they had gone and ******** it all up. It was always life's fault.

Drawing a breath in she picked at the bandage in the crook of her arm, thinking as to what she's probably have to do post meeting if to just 'show' rather than tell about their current progress and setbacks.

A quick adjustment of her scarf and the petite hunter stood, looking as tired as she felt. "Current results on our efforts for the classified project, which was green lit as of last year have proven highly profitable, with an immediate yield of over five high potential candidates, as well as numerous advancements for the subjects and our assets. We should have our second in depth testing beginning by the end of the month."

It was a brisk walk forward to hand off the various papers to their oh so esteemed leader.
"I have included the documentation on the candidates, developments and advancements, as well as our schedule for the coming months in terms of goals both set and projected. Classified information has been omitted as the presence of those lacking in clearance would be present at this meeting. Yet it is readily at your disposal via the hunter network, and I am more than happy post meeting to personally provide the data at your request sir."

That said, Solia did her best smile and moved as quickly as possible out of scythe range. Projected immediate scythe range. Which meant back to her seat feeling more than slightly uncomfortable because you could never escape.