MINI-EVENT ★ WELCOME/RESCUE PARTY

[futurologists]

WELCOME/RESCUE PARTY The temporal insects have all either been squished or hopped into another dimension and all of Oska's inhabitants have gone back to their (relatively) normal selves. However, they didn't leave before chewing through some of the rift magitek, causing the new arrivals to end up in a slightly less safe place than the castle. The new Audentes recruits are dropped right at the edge of this pocket universe in the untamed forest. It's easy to lose your way in here, and to make it even harder, it's dark and storming. Going off without a buddy or two isn't recommended; you may walk in circles for hours. Meanwhile, a select few recruits receive a frantic message from Dagny begging for their help in locating these members and bringing them safely home, promising a reward in return. The forest is home to a whole host of unusual creatures, some friendly, some not. While you're avoiding a run-in with them, you'll also have to be careful not to step into the pockets of distorted reality left behind in the temporal insects' wake. Each pocket seems to be from the time before Oska was ALASTAIR's HQ, when it was still just a crumbling universe. The feelings and sensations are vivid; the earthquakes feel very real, as does the falling debris, so watch your head. When everyone has returned safely to the castle, Dagny will be waiting with the promised rewards. Each established recruit who participated in the rescue and all the newcomers will receive two bracelets, both made of a thin gold chain, and the instructions to give the extra to somebody close to them to tighten their bond. OOC NOTES Established recruits are entrusted with diving into the forest and bringing the newbies back to safety. Once they have, everyone is welcome to get situated in Oska until the next mission starts. Characters aren't required to give their second bracelet away, but those who do (or have their bracelet stolen/lost/found) will find that the moment both bracelets are slipped on, they'll share a significant memory of theirs with the other wearer and vice versa. This is a one-time effect and will not work after the first time, even with different wearers. Please note again that this log occurs after the temporal bugs have been cleared out. Due to the OOC extension of the previous event as well as this mini-event, the IC time between the bug extermination and the start of the mission has been extended past the 24 hours stated in the dossier to around half a week. As a reminder, this log is open to newcomers and those who signed up on the OOC post only.

Comments

lancer - ota, mostly wildcards

[riastraid]

PvE

[ Of course getting transferred (again) isn't as simple as crashing in by a nice Oska festival, kitchens churning out a feast. No, when Lancer gets rifted back to this neck of the multiverse, it's raining. So much rain. His bangs cling miserably to his forehead and thunder growls overhead as something else grumbles nearby, slithering about the underbrush. A welcome party featuring: ...just monsters, probably. Not that he could expect anything different, his life being what it is.

So after sharing a choice obscenity with the sky, he flicks water out of his eyes, assessing. He'd like to indulge in hunting, but having his main magical crutch chopped means it's time for caution. Coolheadedness. And making use of his oh-so-capable teammates, some of which are here expressly for a gallant rescue. Being sensible is dull, but he accepts his fate with minimal bitching. One entire groan later, ]

Hey. I hate to ask— [ he isn't sorry to be an inconvenience so much as a bore, but details. he waves towards the nearest beast. ] Y'mind taking care of... whatever that is?

[ Truly a damsel in distress. One that's too busy crossing his arms and cocking a hip to pull out a weapon (if he's got one at all). All that said, Lancer's unruffled by the swarm of crystalline wasps (or a mutated, spiky incarnation of hopelessness that spits acid and misery, or whatever monster of the week it is—). Instead, he perks up, grinning. ] I'm sure you can handle it.

[ Just watch the odd dimensional pothole or two. Or many. Actually—whole, broad swatches of the sky seem to flicker in and out of this reality, distorting with some other time.

A sign of bigger issues, maybe, but not getting eaten is priority numero uno. ]

WILDCARD

[ leave me a blank comment/any preferences and i'll write you a starter! or hit me up with your own prompt, i'm game for anything c: ]

i'm here for a wildcard

[strictdiscipline]

[go nuts, i have no prefs. you can even have the dog if you want.]

PvE

[perma_banned]

[Lancer's bland expression was familiar enough, met by an equally bland expression. Its owner, a goliath of bad taste in clothing, was adorned in a tight red leather ensemble which looked more appropriate for a B-movie villain from the 1980s. He hiked a brow, just as wet and irritated as the servant of the lance.

Ban set his eyes on said creature, elevating a brow before regarding Lancer, again.]

As if you need help~.

closed - back in oska

[riastraid]

[ It's been a while, and Oska was never much more than a pitstop when he was around last. So naturally, he turns a wrong corner. But after a tiny hitch in his step, he keeps going—when he wanders to the viewing hall, it's purposeful.

Except nothing seems to hold his attention for long. His attention flits between a dozen different screens as he wrings out his ponytail of rainwater, heedless of the muddy footsteps in his wake.

What he does notice is that he's got company. He pauses a couple steps short of reaching her, dipping into easy conversation. ]

Anything good?

[ Maybe she's found a fun channel. ]

wildcard me nu

[respired]

[ do u need some magic lil man. ]

pve

[ex_adept136]

[Truly an image of someone in deep distress, over a gaggle of what look like landed cuttlefish with frogs' legs. Now, Haise does eye these creatures, but they appear to be doing nothing but leveling vacant stares on the man. While a little disturbing to look upon, he can't see them as anything but harmless otherwise]

They seem pretty taken with you.

[At least, their attention is riveted on the man. Haise does pay attention to them, kept within the periphery of his vision as he looks at the new recruit, or rather...

He's quite sure that he's seen this recruit before]

I'm sorry if you don't recall this and it sounds odd, but... Weren't you on Nalawi?

wildcards you before this gets too OUTTA CONTROL

[cachemoney]

[Fiona is happy to get away from everyone walking around and moping about their shenanigans, and jumps at the chance to get the fuck out and explore. Even if it's in the middle of the night. And raining. (This hat is new, it's a tragedy.) She's still sort of dealing with the brand new concept that "rain" and "trees" and "mud" altogether make for a precarious situation, and as she's walking, she trips over some tree roots that are always convenient for this sort of situation.

She stumbles forward, which would be bad enough, but this particular be-rooted tree also happens to be on the top of a hill. Which she summarily slips down, arms pinwheeling, until she lands at the bottom in a heap. She just lies there miserably for a moment, muddy and getting rained on.] Ohhh, my god. I'm... so glad no one was around to see that.

u know the one, i said i would

[twinpeak]

Uh—I don't know, man.

[ Nice to see you again too, Lancer. The surprise of coming across him after all this time vanishes as soon as the question is posed; knowing—well, more like remembering how he is—Dipper remains uncertain how serious a query this is.

It's dark, and the unrelenting downpour helps none, so whatever is creeping out there, its low growls blending in with the crackling thunder overhead, Dipper can't quite pinpoint what it is just yet. And he's wholly unprepared to do much fighting at all. ]

Maybe... maybe it just wants us to walk away.

julius - ota

[viscontree]

A. [Okay so what's the deal this time? It's hard enough to navigate through the forest without a guide. Julius is proceeding with extra caution because it would be foolish to go in blindly. Upon discovering something he stops momentarily so he can examine it in further detail. There's a set of footsteps indicating that he's not alone. ]

Who's there? Look, it's not safe to be out in the forest alone.

[Julius speaks with a sense of urgency, but he also tries to lower his voice in an attempt to not draw so much attention. He's used to dealing with mission transfers and this isn't anything different from before. Except now the situation isn't exactly favorable towards them. Whoever's nearby better be an ally! ]

I saw an unfamiliar creature earlier and I'm almost certain it's not here to be friends. For now, we should retreat and save the talking for later. Sound good?

B. [Some of these new recruits have been stuck in the forest for a few hours...which is completely unsurprising. Julius just wants to gather some herbs that contain medical properties. He's no expect at this, sure. Even so, the forest itself is filled with resources and Julius plans to make use of it. It's not completely hopeless yet. He doesn't want to give up when there's something he can do still. ]

This plant should help stop bleeding and throbbing pains. I'll take some with me just in case. [The sky turns darker than before and it starts to concern him. Instead of gathering more plants he decides to run towards a dry location. ]

Damn, the storm won't let up. How long do you think this will go on for? [Hopefully not forever. That would be unfortunate for everyone here involved. ]

C. WILDCARD OPTION? IT'S A WILD CARD
[Do whatever you like , i'll roll. ]

A

[dokyuu]

[Stomping around in the dark and rain in hostile territory wasn't Motochika's idea of a relaxing time, but he wasn't going to turn down a request to help find misplaced recruits, either. It just wasn't the sort of thing he could ignore easily.

It probably would have been more satisfying to show up as a confident ALASTAIR member with the whole situation under control, instead of basically stumbling across one of the people he was supposed to be helping, but he'd take it. Better than not finding anyone in this mess, that was for sure.]

Your rescue party, though it looks like you got a handle on the situation. There was a problem gettin' you here, got sent out to lend a hand.

[He pauses a moment, listening to the forest around them, trying to hear past the storm for threats. There were things lurking out there, for sure.]

Yeah, that's a good idea. We can get into the details later, when somethin's less likely to eat us.

wildcard; i'm gonna godmode julius a bit, lmk if it's not okay

[strictdiscipline]

[At the top of the list of Things Riza Hawkeye Would Like Never to See: the slow collapse leading to the end of a world, mountains and valleys all caving into each other as dark clouds swathe across the sky. Chaos takes point no matter where she walks, and despite the careful eye she keeps, she misses sight of a particularly nasty bit of cliff collapsing, sending debris and a particularly large boulder plummeting her away until moments before impact.

Someone else doesn't though, and something warm and living barrels into her before the boulder can, sending her tumbling to the ground in a heap. It takes a moment for her to catch her breath, but when she does,her gratitude dies on her lips as soon as a crackle of lightning lights up her rescuer's face.]

—Captain?

[Is he also just a fragment of this twisted alternate reality?]

A

[ex_adept136]

[Haise has the good fortune of possessing sharper senses than some of his fellow recruits. He picks up on scent before he actually sees his new associate, though it's muddled by so many bizarre creatures along the way. Weaving between dark, spindly trees, he eventually comes within sight of one wayward recruit.

Before he can say anything, however, his new associate is already speaking. It seems that he's taken stock of the situation easily enough and his assessment isn't wrong, so far as Haise is concerned.

He nods, then, keeping solid grip on his sword-like quinque]

Yes, I think you're right.

[It'd be preferable to avoid altercations. Killing these odd creatures where it may not be necessary is something Haise would be keen to avoid]

a!

[twinpeak]

[ Who's there? Just this kid, wandering the forest in hopes of locating someone who needs the escort back. He may not be the best candidate for the job, but it's better than no one, he figures. Hopefully.

Though, it appears that someone else found Dipper first. ]

... Oh—oh, hey! I know it's not safe, but we need to hurry and get back to the castle, too!

b.

[racking]

[ Giving up isn't in the cards for Shiro either, regardless of the rain or the gash in his side. Though even in the face of his relatively optimistic approach to the situation, he still isn't sure this is the moment to be collecting herbs.

That being said, the described use for the plants in Julius's hand seems relevant at this particular moment. Not that Shiro's going to mention it until they find actual cover, because it seems like a waste to sit in a downpour and attempt to figure out what to do about his own injury. He's holding up. That's what's important in the moment. ]

Could be all night, [ Shiro guesses, voice a little ragged. ] Or day. I'm not sure which it is right now.

[ It's an unknown planet. It's hard for Shiro to guess, and he isn't even totally sure what time it had been before they'd set out to get Allura. All those details are blurring together, probably because Shiro is exhausted, but again, not an important detail. ]

You know where you're going?

[ Shiro sounds hopeful. Maybe they won't be out here for ages. ]

A; these two are gonna get along I can tell already

[prodigism]

Arima Kishou. I was sent here to help new recruits make it back safely to Oska. But you seem quite capable as is. [ Arima is in this forest for one specific reason and that's to get new recruits out alive and back to Oska. But he does nod silently before taking in his surroundings once more. The thick forest makes it hard for a man with only one working eye to really see well in, but his other senses are far more attuned to things now because of it. Despite all of that he seems way too calm?! Arima please learn to emote better... ]

This way then. [ He'll turn in the general direction he came from through the dense forest around them. ]

peridot } ota

[slapfight]

option a | halfway house, lost kitten in the street

[Peridot's life is a series of unfortunate situations, and this moment is probably one of the most unfortunate yet. Here she was, just enjoying at evening at the barn, contemplating her latest morps when suddenly, out of nowhere, she ends up in this... horrible wooded area crawling with horrific monstrosities that look like fusion experiments with Earth animals. Yikes.

Since she has no metal on her and there doesn't seem to be any metal in the forest, she's a bit at a disadvantage, and it's hard to get your bearings when all these horrible things keep coming at her, which is why she keeps getting chased up trees. She's up one right now, actually, hissing uselessly at a creepy weirdly hollow gorilla or some swan-spider hybrid or whatever the hell monstrosity has tried to make dinner out of her.

Save her.]

option b | walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain

[rain can't hurt you. that's what steven told her, and she believed him, and while the rain has not actually harmed her, being out in it this long is making her miserable. she can't really catch a cold and her appearance modifiers aren't retaining water like a normal person's clothes would, but the sensation of being this soaked through is awful and she doesn't like it.

which is why, once she's finally been convinced to follow someone to this so-called "castle," so she can have some ACTUAL ANSWERS, she proceeds to bitch the whole way.]

Stupid, miserable planet. How come when I actually wanted to leave the Earth, I couldn't get anyone to come and get me, but now that I'm happy on Earth, I get picked up on complete accident. [she makes a weird growling sound. one of many weird sounds she's probably made on this journey.] And why is it still raining? Is it ever going to stop?

a!

[dishearten]

( considering the mess of the timeswap, Graham actually appreciates the distraction of a rescue mission. it's a lot to consider, the uncomfortable realization that the man he'd been before the curse isn't one he wants to be now. so instead of processing, it's just better to do something. right? okay. maybe not. but he'll have to think about it later, because as always, when he has work to do, trying to understand a mire of distant emotions is pushed to the wayside.

he is here to rescue, so when he finds the small green creature hissing from her perch in a tree, he has to guess that's one of the new, soon-to-be recruits they are intended to save. so he does do his best to try and distract the creature after her, a bizarre spider-swan? that's new. an arrow slices through a wing, and the thing squawks in complaint, baring teeth and turning in his direction instead. did swan have teeth, or was that a spider thing? or a new thing all together? what a mess... )

I'm here to help. ( just in case Peridot thinks she's fallen out of the frying pan and into the fire. Brother bounds up and howls, and the monstrosity seems a little lost in how to react. ) The wolf is with me. ( also an important addition, considering the wood was full of bizarre creatures. ) Can you see any weak spots from up there?

bees. (it's b)

[twinpeak]

[ Hello Peridot, your escort for today iiiis... a one (1) Dipper Pines. He is, likewise, utterly drenched and it is absolutely one of the worst feelings in the world; he can't blame anyone for complaining.

Okay, maybe it would get grating after a while, but it hasn't been terribly long yet, and there's one thing Dipper ends up zeroing on. Briefly, he pauses his steps, glancing over his shoulder at the unfortunately placed newcomer. ]

Soooo... Not from Earth, huh?

[ Which isn't the strangest thing around these parts, but normally those types don't mention having been there, too.

Dipper resumes walking, in what he's seriously hoping is the right way to the castle. ]

They'll send us back! ... Eventually.

a!!

[riastraid]

[ Did someone call (or hiss) for a rescue?

—Unfortunately, Lancer isn't really here to deliver. But he does provide uninvited company, suddenly leaping into the same tree with her, rattling the rain off of every leaf without warning. His attention's towards the ground, but he does belatedly notice that he's got a forest pal.

Given the circumstances, that's unfortunate. ]

Oh, hey. [ Fancy meeting someone here. ] You might wanna keep headin' up.

[ There's a small horde of swan-spiders chasing him. And judging from the way they stab their spindly legs into the tree to pull themselves up, they've apparently learned how to climb. ]

shiro | ota + wildcard.

[racking]

ARRIVAL.

[ So, this is an unexpected turn of events.

Shiro's initial mild summation of his current predicament soon gives way to a few other observations: he's in an unfamiliar forest, caught in a storm, and he isn't immediately certain of how to get to safety. If safety is within walking distance, though Shiro figures he'll be able to find shelter if he keeps moving. The rain has plastered his white forelock to his forehead, and Shiro pushes it up and back as he picks his way over the tangled roots and moss-covered forest floor. His prosthetic casts a bright purple glow as Shiro holds his hand up. It's not an ideal flashlight substitute, but Shiro's going to make do.

There's three deep scratches in his side that Shiro's doing his level best to ignore. He'll need to stop to attempt to treat them at some point, but right now he has no supplies and he's still caught in the rain. The wound will have to wait.

It makes sense that he's not alone out here, but he still jumps when he hears the rustle of bushes accompanied by a cracking twig. He spins, immediately defensive as his prosthetic hand flattens into a blade ]

Who's there?

[ Hopefully not Galra. Please let it be friendlies. ]

WILDCARD.

[ do whatever, i'm down to ride. alternately, hit me up @ kanyeshrug to request something specific. ]

BACKFLIPS INTO FIRST PLACE

[dbag]

[ Trudging through the forest sucks, this sucks, but he'd been promised a reward, so he threw on his ALASTAIR coat and grabbed his shock baton. Which is actually not the best weapon to use when it's raining cats and dogs. In fact, none of him is good for when it's raining, he's having to tuck his whole cybernetic hand into his pocket avoid a repeat of the last time he went through a storm. It was worse than this storm, to be fair, but he wants to avoid any slight chance of having a limp, dangling metal arm again. His eye's the only part of his cybernetics he's still using, simply to find his way around, and it's glowing an eery sort of blue when Shiro notices him. ]

Hey. [ He holds his hand up like Shiro's a spooked horse or something; it's dumb, but he still hasn't learned a proper response for someone pulling a blade on him besides, "Please don't kill me!!!!" ...If there even is one. ] Back off, I know jiu-jitsu, so— [ Halfway through this sentence, his eye focuses on Shiro's face and he sighs in relief, the blue glow finally fading for now. His hand falls back down to his side. ] Oh, man, I am so glad it's you. I don't know jiu-jitsu.

arrival~

[prodigism]

[ Arima is the least likely person to get intimidated by such an act. He might give pause at the sudden defensive nature but he doesn't look too surprised. ]

Arima Kishou. I've been sent here to bring any new arrivals back safely.

[ Saying this all with a stoic as can be expression on his face. ]

loki | ota /o/

[mistruths]

A (for arrival)
[ Honestly, this isn't the worst he's seen. The icy wastelands of Jotunheim are far less inviting than the forest, for one, not to speak of the void between realms. Still, the rain and the dark make it difficult to see, and Loki finds himself already irritated as he trudges through the trees.

There are the natural pitfalls of any such place, unseen crannies and dips in the ground, unexpected roots that curve up out of the forest floor, odd creatures here he's not encountered before. There are also strange pockets of space that Loki gives a wide berth, places where the world seems to bend oddly. It's nothing at all like the hidden steps between Realms he's traveled, and there's just something unsettling about them, the very ground seeming to tremble when he once stepped near.

The rain soaks through everything, making each step precarious, and the flickering light of his magic reflects oddly off of trees and leaves, making it difficult to trust his eyes. A low sound of movement up ahead makes Loki's eyes narrow as he peers through the dark. He raises his voice: ]

Who's there? Speak, or you will die.

[ It's delivered easily, simple and light: as though he's greeting someone in the comforts of an Asgardian ballroom. ]


B (for beasty battle(?))
[ The creatures here are strange and unusual, even by Loki's well-traveled standards. Some, he sends skittering away with a well-placed lance of magic. Others, he has to fight. And it is the former situation he finds himself in at the moment.

He'd been walking through a slight break in the trees, a small clearing (though it could barely be called thus), when he'd been attacked. The beast is both scaled and furred, and frustratingly fast with both claws and tail, bent on tearing him apart for no reason he can see.

Loki holds his own relatively well, but the rain makes the ground slippery and droplets drip into his eyes, blurring his vision. ]


C (for CYOA)
[ CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE idk I'm cool with anything /o/ ]

A!

[zipped]

[ The sound ahead is only instant for a second before it sounds behind the man, and in which a woman with an English accent sounds out in response. ] Quick to bite, aren't ya love?

[ Given her blinking abilities, it makes sense why she wouldn't be sensed right there a good distance behind him till that very second. There's a glow of the chronal accelerator device on her chest but hey at least she seems human enough? ]

Name's Tracer, and I'm part of the rescue party sent here to collect each and every new recruit! You a new one, yeah?

Feferi Peixes | OTA

[fintastic]

[ A. Not all who wander are lost... but some are. ]

[ One moment, you have a bolt of white magic headed straight at you; the next, you're getting stormed on and in an unfamiliar forest. Wiping droplets off her goggled, Feferi looks around, and thinks to herself... yes, this is about right. She's almost positive she must be dead now, but she wasn't sure if it was supposed to feel this way. She wonders whose dreambubble this is. Terezi's, maybe? Her trident is still clutched in her hands, and her pulse is still racing; she keeps it out, one because she seems to have lost access to her sylladex (she'd always heard you can't take it with you, but maybe that didn't apply to thing you had in hand?) and two because it's a small comfort in a foreign landscape. She knows better, but, well... at some point, you've still got to go with your instincts!

She knows if she stands around long enough, there's a good chance of something happening, but she's not really one for waiting by idly, so it's off into the surrounding forest she goes, stepping gingerly over fallen branches, ducking through bushes. Thorns scrape at her legs, and boy do they hurt... were things supposed to hurt that much when you were dead? Hmm.

The longer she wanders, the more she has time to mull over the situation. It didn't really hit her at first, but it slowly seeps in, a fog encroaching her mind, the last few images of Sollux knocked out and Eridan coming for her. It's not that she's upset that she's dead, specifically, though that part is kind of a bummer. What really gets to her is the sinking sensation of betrayal; she's sad more than she is angry, and worried for her friends, as well. It's not made any better with the feeling that she's now lost in someone else's dreambubble, with no idea how to get out.

What a downer.

She's not really doing any good for herself, she thinks, though she has no idea how long she's been wandering out here. She finds a big rock and seats herself on it, just for a moment, just to gain her bearings. She's not sitting there for long when she hears a rustling. It's not the sounds of the storm that she's now become accustomed to, and her fins perk up, glancing around with a mixture of curiosity and a little bit of wariness. ]

Hello? Is anemoneone there?

[ Seeing as it's absolutely not the time for fish puns, that makes it the perfect time for fish puns. ]

[ B. Wildcard ]

[ PM or PP me at culling for plotting! ]

A!

[zipped]

"Anemoneone"? [ That's an odd word, though at least that answers Feferi's question. Pushing through the shrub however is a young woman, so sorry no fellow troll here, just an older woman with an English accent to her name and a glowing device on her chest. ]

Hiya! You oughta be more careful, forest isn't safe for sitting around. --Oh, right, name's Tracer! [ And by the looks of it this younger girl must be new, of course. Her appearance stands out but she's actually talking than you know attacking without warning. ]

I'm here to rescue you! [ Which she says with as much practice that it sounds as normal as a greeting. ]

knives ♥ ota

[omigosh]

A | ARRIVAL

[ As much as she’s ashamed to admit it, waking up in strange places with no idea how she even got there isn't anything new for Knives Chau (18 years old). After all she's been in college for almost a whole semester now, and just the year before that she spent most of her time hanging out with "cool", somewhat directionless twenty-something musicians/gamers/hipsters/gay dudes/etc who didn't care if an underage Chinese-Canadian teenage girl had a beer or two. Or three. Or even five...

Anyways, the point is that she's got more than enough experience dealing with the consequences of getting Asian Girl drunk.

However, waking up in the middle of a dark, creepy forest filled with scary-ass monsters while getting completely drenched in the rain is a very new experience for her.

The only thing she can assume right now is that this probably a very, very, very BAD situation. ]

OH. [ /insert melodramatic pause #1 ] MY. [ /insert melodramatic pause #2 ] GOD!!!

[ Sorry to any poor sap unfortunate enough to be around her. That scream is loud and shrill enough to break glass. Or make someone's ears ring for days. Or catch the attention of any hunting creatures of the night. ]

W-WHERE AM I? [ She should be in the bathroom of some washed-up hipster’s apartment in Vancouver, hunched over a toilet, not in this creepy place! ] WHAT'S GOING ON??!!

[ And for whoever ends up being the lucky bastard that saves her, don't freak out if she starts throwing up on you. She's not injured, poisoned or anything. She’s just very, very, very DRUNK. ]

B | WILDCARD
[ Go wild, buddy. I'm down for anything and everything! If you'd like to plot something specific, feel free to contact me through PM or supamaneuvar]

Arrival

[perma_banned]

The villain of the story appeared. Following a number of screams, Ban stepped through wet underbrush and over a few large tree trunks to find Knives, soaked and confused, much like the rest of them. He hiked a brow and stuck one pinky in his ear--as if the screaming could be gotten rid of in such an easy way.

"Relax~" He chided, looking fairly irritated. He was just as wet and nearly as drunk as she was--albeit, he looked irritated rather than dumbfounded. His getup wasn't approproate for that weather. "You must be another new recruit--dropped off all halfass like the rest of us."