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"Four" Z7 simply told the guy... was it a guy, whatever, PERSON in return as he made his grand speech of puppies and rainbows or some drek. What, was he trying to win an emmy for best role in a drama? He was sorely tempted to take his boot off and throw it at him as he gripped the crates edge for dear life.

I really want to punch him.

Z7 practically rolled his eyes at the comment over a party, thankful that his mask could hide such rudeness, he didn't need to make enemies this early in the battle. Smashing idea, but how about we get real and start coming up with a plan, eh?" he said and he twirled the gun around his index finger and watched it fall to the ground.

".... I meant to do that." he said quickly as he recovered his firearm, thankful for having its safety still on. But I do have to agree with your "Fight to survive, rah rah rah theatrics." He quipped as he brushed off imaginary dust from his armor as he got back to his feet. "I like the way you think Eight." he said to the lass that seemed to have her head screwed on pretty well, unlike someone else who shall remain name-coughz4cough-less. When do ya think our other members will get here guys- oh and girls. he asked as he walked back over to them, trying to act less like a lone wolf and more of a team player.

"Thank you," Eight replied in response to Seven, a twinge of actual appreciation for the compliment bleeding through into her even voice. Still, as if squashing any sign of weakness, it was gone a moment later, her nod in Seven's direction a hollow reaffirmation of the gratitude for his appraisal of her. Already they were establishing ties -- a good thing, when it came to survival. She could not be sure of what they truly felt, but the more trust they had in each other, the safer they would be, and the less likely there would be any back-stabbing. That was another consideration, in all this, one that their captors probably anticipated. Despite how they wanted to trust each other, they still had to be careful. Just in case. It was... unnerving.

As if this thought had gotten to her, Eight's voice steeled further, perhaps feeling an edge of fear herself that she squashed through a clinical view. They all coped differently: Four with optimism, Seven with anger, Twelve with seemingly innocence or curiosity. Perhaps between their differences, they would find a way.

"I'd advise not spreading ourselves too thin, unless we stay within hearing distance. If we're ambushed, they could pick us off one by one." Not quite a pleasant thought, but it needed to be said. The truth of the matter was the only advantage they had was they had the group. "A group of four or five might be ideal."

Twelve listened to the back and forth between his comrads, a soft smile spread behind the mask he wore. This felt good. Such anxiety he had been trying to push down and away from coming up, from not knowing who he was or where they were; to have everyone somewhat getting along felt good. He wasn't alone here, and they were all going to do their best not to die. Good call. It would do no one any good to panic and die. Bad idea. Duh. Yeah.
He felt like he was sweating over it regardless. There was only so much 'rolling with it' he could do. He was human.

"Sounds like we have a kind of plan going on." Twelve placed his hands at his hips, stretching his legs by standing on his tippy toes for a bit before relaxing again. "I'll follow along wherever, so long as we don't die lemming style over a cliff." He fished his dagger from his bag, stashing it in his belt so it was readily available.

It was a mix of personalities to say the least, some that compliment each other, and some that clash like competing animals of prey. Well, diversity is supposed to be the spice of life. He gave a nod to Eight and a approving grunt, he was never one that could accept kindness that well. At least they were connecting and not trying to rip each others throats out. That can wait till they were the last ones left.

He shouldn't have been surprised that Eight had a logical plan set up for the scouting session. Damn, I was going to say that we just go out there and tear s**t up, but that's a much better idea. He told them with a mild amount of shock in his voice, if they thought he was joking about it, they were wrong. He never said he was smart, just headstrong.

"I don't think now is the time to worry about the beach, maybe you could plan a beach party for when we win" he told Four, his tone dripping with sarcastic venom. Boy's got a couple of screws loose, that's for sure. "maybe we should just look around the immediate area, see if there's any areas we should be worried about, not stray too far from camp. At least that way we can get our bearings and have the rest of the squad nearby after they were finished with their nap." he muttered off hand as he was stretching his back and sides. Strength in numbers and whatnot.

Hold the phone, looks like we got one more. His eyes locked on to the sleep added member trudging his way to the weapon sack. "Mornin' sleeping beauty, nice of you to join us!" he yelled out to the figure, waving his arms back and forth in a grand fashion. Got a phobia of falling XII? He gave the guy an odd look for choosing that scenario out of all things, it was much more likely to die in combat rather than by playing follow the leader.

Sweet bloody 'ell, people are popping up from everywhere. Nice ta meet ya Six, we needed someone to tend to the wounds so it's no biggie." He could respect Six, he wasn't meek, just ready for action. he gave the guy a friendly pat on the back and looked out amongst the group. It was a team, not in perfect harmony, but at least they were willing, and such strange individuals, no wonder I'm among 'em.

Eight, I think your someone with a level head, maybe you should lead us." he said as a matter of fact, his arms crossed in front of his chest daring others to object to it.

Six had little to say since he had just joined into the conversation. The pat on the back made him glance to Seven, but nod in an approving manner with a unseen smile on his face. This guy seems ready to go wrestle bears. "Would be useful for when you go tearing s**t up." There was a small laugh to it, but he did feel the truth behind the words, especially when noticing the gun on him. The bear analogy was definitely truth if he did say so himself.

He had missed something important, he deduced when glancing back to Four and Eight. Something about Four seemed off to him, like he had said something wrong and the air about him just seemed to be dampening around him under Seven's words. Eight on the other hand seemed cool and collected and Seven's comment only made that thought stick while Six continued to observe.

Something bothered Six though and he turned towards the open flap to glimpse outside. Fog. He looked back to the group. "If we're going to go anywhere we should probably decide how many in a group, unless we aim to take all 12 together, and who goes where." He pointed. "That crap there looks like you'll lose vision of anyone else no more than three steps out the door. We'd all need to be in close proximity of each other." He disliked staying put, but he didn't want to become an overly large target or lost. He looked passed Seven and back to Eight in anticipation.

Eight's attention drifted momentarily as a few others began to wake, following them with her hollow gas-mask eyes as they picked up their backpacks and took their own inventory. Three was the first to gain her attention, watching with what might have been politeness or curiosity or none or all of the above as he rifled through it, spinning the club that she had propped on her shoulder. It was only after he seemed content that she spoke up, addressing him with rhyme or reason to the action, other than to make his presence known. Perhaps it was to establish him within the group, in order to strengthen their team and cut the chances of him going rogue. It would have been an intelligent thing to do.

"Three," she addressed in her typical, clinical tone, tilting her head a little in his direction before shifting it back to the others. Twelve gained himself no verbal response from her, but none the less her head turned in his direction when he said he would follow along, nodding slowly. So far, they seemed to be cooperating nicely, (with perhaps the exception of Four and Seven -- they seemed a little at odds, although Four didn't seem to know it,) something that was a good sign so far. It meant they'd work well together as a team.

Seven's words drew her back from her reverie to the task at hand, his comments drawing her gaze back to him. As usual there was no obvious response to his overzealous comment of 'tearing s**t up,' however, had there not been a gas mas preventing them from seeing her face, they just might have seen the barest of smiles curl the corners of her lips. Instead, however, she let it pass, instead continuing to listen to his points, as well as his hailing comments to the others. "When we win," she echoed, letting the statement solidify. Not if. When. The rest of what he said, she did not reply to verbally, although she nodded again at his plan as she moved her attention at Six's approach.

"We have weapon's, yes."

Once again, the comment was benign, nothing suggesting sarcasm from either demeanor or tone. "I'll help to protect you," she replied a moment later, seemingly to hopefully set him at ease that he did not receive the short end of the stick by getting the bandages. The medic was likely the most important of them -- where there were many who could fight, there was, so far, one to save them. He would be valuable. She couldn't speak for the others, but she would not let such a value go to waste.

With Nine's approach, Eight glanced over at her as she had with the others, although her appraisal was cut short by Three's inquiry, to which she had little response other than to stare at him. Her plans were rather hollow, in her opinion. More like suggestions. In fact, she wasn't sure what to say, which was the reason she stayed silent so long, finally answering in that muffled tone they all shared, the gas mask keeping their true voices distorted.

"Somewhat..." There might have been a lingering hesitation there, but she clipped it quickly, adding, "If you would like to add to it?"

She made no reply to Seven's suggestion to her leading their group.

"Excellent, excellent, a medic!" Z4 seemed to perk up at the sight of the bandages, "Hopefully we won't need your services- Well, there's no harm in a quick look-around, right? We can't just huddle in our campsite. I'm all for a quick expedition!" He seemed awfully cheerful about it. There was no real present danger just yet, how could you be afraid of something you weren't positive was actually coming? "I'll poke out for just a moment, how's that? Look around and run back. I don't think we're in immediate peril, not this close to er... "home base" as it is, right?" No need to put everyone in danger if that was the case.