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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 5:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 6:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 6:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 6:10 pm
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When she started listing names, he just shook his head. "It's not that, someone else said my name was Abe."
Your name is Steffano.
"My name isn't Steffano." He huffed back to no one, still not yet picking up that he didn't actually have to verbally address his weapon.
"It's Melvin." He told her, and despite people having said otherwise, he still felt it was his name. "Melvin Wood."
As of yet, he didn't know he was drawn on, too. What he did know, while patting his pockets, was that a few things were missing. Namely hand wipes and a small bottle of Purel.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 6:13 pm
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The moon hunter sat up with a groan, eyes adjusting to the light before he rolled onto his side. There was little pain, but there was silence. Dis was cold as ever, and the only thing the weapon was sharing was exasperation and sicknee. On his side, eyes shut, Marcus experimentally flexed his hand. No pain still, he was able to move. The illusion had trapped them and they'd fallen for it. Hook, line, and sinker. And just like before, no one was going to come to their rescue.
Gritting his teeth a fist slammed down as he got up. He didn't want to run in with the others but he had. Order had been followed and knowing the leads, they were dead. Scanning the room confirmed it. Most were trainees, meaning they were disposable. You didn't waste man power to get back broken toys. Ceres's voice caught him, and Marcus glared at her and Ryan. "Ceres stop taking jabs. See you have any wounds on you or anyone else over there dress them. Ryan that goes the same for you."
He took a deep breath as he looked at the cage. Runes, no weapon, and his runic daggers? Horsemen were thorough he'd give them that much. Likely no one was coming for them. Also likely that escape would be difficult if not impossible. However depending they might, even if some would fall. Better the few die than the many. Sacrifices were necessary, and a hunter always had to be ready to die. Deep breaths, the moon shoved down worry. He had an immediate goal. A task set by himself. Escape, get as many out as possible. Ignore factors and ignore individuals. The only question was, could he keep up with his ideals?
"Stop laughing and yelling about having goddamn dicks on your ******** faces." He hissed. Focus on the task, don't bend to distractions. "Trainees, sound off. If any of you are injured state so so you can possible get help. After that I want to hear what you have on you and if anyone still has runics or supplies in general. Life trainees, can you recognize the symbols and if so, which ones? If they're anything like what we saw on the islands it might be possible to disable them." Hand going the small pack on his belt a few things remained, but he was doubtful they'd be of use. "From one trap into another- Like hell I'm going to wait for nothing."
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