"Starve! Slaughter! You are being idiots! We don't even know these people!" hissed Malady, soon looking up to the two who had recently come up to them. A male and a female, one that seemed to have evil intentions and the other who seemed to not care at all. Crossing her arms, she turned her back on the other two. "Well, I am not going what so ever..."
"I want to go! It seems fun! The sound of a world just for replicas is great!" Starve said cheerfully, skipping in circles around her two sisters. Though, she suddenly stopped to look at the other two. Seeing the quick nod of the oldest one, she smiled, throwing her hands up with an insane "Wee!" followed my a mishievious and blood lusting giggle.
"Commendant, are you sure it is wise to recruit these two?" asked the female, looking up to the one she had spoken too, her first impressions of the two being that one was immature, very, and the other too soft. Hearing no answer, she turned her head to watch the two once again, ignoring the third.
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"How could you not do it?! He was injured and compleately vulnerable!" someone growled out, the urge to strike the dirty blonde haired male across the face.
Head hung low, eyes closed and shrouded by his hair, Hunter spoke. "I'm sorry, but someone had come and stopped me..." he spoke, ignoring the growl of a liger and shriek of a bird. He wanted to prove himself, though right at this moment, under the glares of the five higher ups, Hunter did not feel welcome.
"Well, as long as you don't mess up next time, you might be able to get something done..." came a male's voice, low and powerful, though seeming to be distant from where Hunter stood. Looking to his left, Hunter saw the glint of the male's weapon in the darkness, not having to look far to see the face of Largo.
Hanging his head down once again, hearing the voices of the five, he closed his eyes, taking in the critiscism as though it was nothing, not cracking and saying anything about what had happened, about the conversation. Replaying the conversation and moment, he wanted to laugh at his brother's naivitè. It had been so long, though, since Hunter had seen his older brother. About eleven years.
If only I had killed him...I could have gotten back that precious time...That precious time since he disapeared at war... Hunter thought, still ignoring the others. Once hearing that he was dismissed, her stood up before walking out, hissing silently at the ones he thought as fools.
