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One moment there was a Remy and the next moment there was no Remy. The large man had a dumbstruck look on his features for a second before he gazed over where Em and Remy were and ... he bashfully looked away rubbing the back of his neck.

T'was no business of his how Remy spent her time with other folk and so on. She was a big girl she'd fight it out on her own. If it seemed like his friend was really in distress he would intervene but right now there didn't seem to be any ill intent.

When Remy seemed intent to leave again he looked at her and grinned nodding a bit. Yes.

"Yeh, let's go," he said leading the way toward the cafeteria.

((Reuben is exiting))

Em did not like when people were judgmental about her way of life - but when it came from Remy, it actually kind of hurt. She wanted Remy to like her, but she realized, maybe a little too late, that letting Remy get too close just managed to drive them apart. She frowned as she watched Remy and Reuben walk away, her hands lifting slightly to pluck at her nails out of habit. This was why she refused to get into relationships. This was exactly why. Hurt feelings and sad faces - she had no time for it in this job. Yet there she was, pouting as she watched Remy walk away.

"All right boys." Em turned back to Lowe and Marsh, giving them both a pat on the shoulder. "I'm going back to the dorms. Come find me later tonight, promise?" She grabbed Lowe's pinky in her own, and made him pinky swear, before turning to walk away. She'd seen where Remy was heading - and she knew the last thing the girl wanted was to see her anymore. So she did them both a favor, and went to her dorm instead.

[ entering from the cafeteria ]


As it turned out, the training grounds of Deus Ex Machina were not as empty as Warden had hoped they would be - though to be fair, they were a significant bit less crowded than the cafeteria, and not as enclosed, which meant that there was less a feeling of claustrophobia when walking along. It was a rather grey day, though the skies were clear and there was no hint of rain.

"Much better," said Warden, sliding one hand into his pocket. His other had his fingers loosely entwined with Billie's - the most of a sign of affection he tended to show in public. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but to him it was something that was private, just between the two of them. After all, it was no one else's business but theirs alone - and thankfully Billie's mindset was the same.

"There are so many hunters out today," Warden murmured, lifting his hand to slide his fingers absently through his hair. "I don't think I've ever seen a gathering this big."

At least the tension out here was not as thick as it was inside. The air in the main buildings was stifling.

-- It's more relaxed. -- said Tee. -- Better for you. And Billie. --

I agree. Sometimes I wish you could talk to her.

This was a sentiment expressed often. Tee's reply was soft and gentle.

-- Me too, Ward. Me too. --

"I wonder how many of them are runic hunters and how many are FEAR," said Warden, a musing tone to his voice as he scrutinized those on the field.

"There's something weird about Deus Ex Machina in and of itself," replied Warden dryly, slanting a look down at the shorter woman. "I mean, look at us. We're called 'Hunters.' We live on an island in the middle of nowhere, we fight against creatures that no one in the human world has ever even heard of except in fairy tales and fables, and we have weapons made from the souls of said creatures. And our weapons talk to us."

Absently he pushed a few stray strands of Billie's hair away from her face as though it were a simple, small act of habit. And when he spoke his voice was gently teasing: "Don't frown like that; you'll get lines."

Sighing, a scowl touched Warden's face. "None of the ones in my squad were all that pleased either. We were working on a mission in the mountains, and their reactions were unpleasant, to say the least. Nobody wanted to just get up and leave, but those were our orders."

"And yes, I'm sure," he added with a small snort, shaking his head. Tee's unsummoned form was clearly visible to anyone who knew him - a pair of black, fingerless gloves that stretched over his wrists in a thin layer of fabric. Despite the lightness, however, they had not ripped in all the years Warden had been a hunter; part of the specialty of the gloves.

"This'll be interesting, to say the least."

" ... I don't know. Um." Marsh shrugged. "Not objecting to tagging along." Embarrassed, maybe a little, but hey. Em had just been talking about doing something crazy for New Year's, right? He was pretty sure the activities under discussion counted.

He clapped Lowe on the shoulder and towed him along towards the supply tent. "Let's get the preparation stuff over with so it's done and not something to worry about."

"Good enough, you're not so bad looking." Was that a backhanded compliment coming from Lowe? It was hard to tell since he turned away as soon as he said it, his expression unfaltering from its usual blank slate of staring and silence. His steps towards the tent with the bandages were still slow and steady and every now and then the youth would turn to look, even though he was basically being carried along. If it was going to be like this then why didn't Marsh just hold his hand? Seriously.

STICK WITH CHICKS. SAY NO TO DICKS.

Afzal you are so crude. )=

Entering into the tent he looked around at the faces inside, frowning as he debated how many to stock up on. Someone was talking to him though, and he blanked. " . . . . . . . "

How many did he want?

Frowning, C waved her hand in front of Lowe's face. It still had the smudged number of some guy from her last location written on her palm, but he probably didn't need that.

"Uuuh hey, you're not supposed to get that look from bandages. Just a good pair of tits." Compared to Em's, hers were not excellent, but she smashed them together to show him.

She shoved some bandages into the front of his pants, turned the both of them around, and happily patted each of them on the rear.

"Happy to help! Now go get ready to party."

It didn't take long for Lowe to get his full share (!!!) of bandages and stuff them into the pockets of his shirt, running some sort of mini-tally in his mind about what he needed. There was a few things he wanted to get done before the evening fell and Em visited (or he visited her, whatever) and so the sooner things went out of the way the sooner things could get done. Why were people shoving stuff down his pants though, seriously. Did he need to look well hung or was he just that irresitable? Time spent out at the outpost had rendered him kind of useless to understanding this sort of thing.

Anyway there was no time to think or talk and he shoved a large wad of bandages into Marsh's arms before grabbing the older man by the hand, tugging him along. If Marsh had used his shoulder before than Lowe was going to use his hands. Easy enough. "Back to the dorms. I want to show you something."

[ exiting ]