Democide [Cadet Team 2 Dungeon Dash]

One more night and one more patrol. Susan had been spurred by her earlier conversation with her Captain to take up this responsibility. He had considered her a leader and she was eager to prove him right, that despite her cowardice and weakness and personal traumas that she had what it took to lead a team into battle and to dominate the enemy with expert maneuver. Her muscles still ached from the night prior but she would push through, there was work to be done. They were out in full force tonight, it was all hands on deck with the rampaging supernatural menace in the area. The full moon was a grave threat to the local populace and as Cadets they could not stand idly by and allow these demonic creatures to run amok. She referenced dispatch and compiled her report before organizing a squad to deal with the threat. There would be new faces and something to prove on this night, she preferred not to let those so fresh into the force on the streets during a crisis like this but she had little other choice. But she would lead as effectively as she could muster and prove herself to be capable of that mantle, that she was worthy and valuable in the eyes of Class Zero in the face of all odds, her differences, and those that would doubt her ability to perform.

Susan stood at the rally point quickly checking her P90 as the others arrived. She had come prepared tonight and with extra supplies and bullets, with a little something else she managed to acquire through underground means. The short woman would not question the usefulness of such a service nor would she intervene. It was better this way as a whole. The timid businesswoman looked rather stern in her usual combat attire of her tactical vest, marked cap, cargo pants, and pink running shoes. There was no room for faffing about tonight. Everyone would only live if they stuck exactly to plan, she took her responsibility very seriously and it was her first duty to ensure the survival of her team in the face of obscene odds. With a cold glance she greeted her squadmates. She was not the senior member tonight, Joseph was, but she was the one who's shoulders it would fall on to succeed.

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He had just remembered what the Full Moon meant. Goddamn why did he blank out at this time? Of all the times his job required him to do his, y'know, job, it had to be tonight. They had to goddamn boot their ass into the middle of a possibly orgy-gore-infused warzone condensed into one single night. For Christ's sake, why did they have to go to work in the middle of their mating period? This was just a horrible Japanese fantasy adult video scenario in the making, and it's not just the tentacles either. Fuck this shit.

Joseph merely gave a silent wave towards the rest of the team, he just wasn't in the mood for any of this faux camaraderie this time. Hell, even the damned granny is just trying to puff herself up as some reliable important leader. But he still remembered what happened in their earlier training simulation. How anyone could take her seriously with those shoes was far beyond his understanding. This entire night was a goddamn shitstorm brewing and threatening to explode in their faces. Shit.


He took off his glove and gave the back of his hand towards Susan.

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The young man had been inactive for some time thanks to a cold he had caught. But now he was ready to go on patrol again, one organized by Susan Groves. He arrived in his red ferrari, stepping out from it radiant and sharply dressed as always. He had come as soon as he could. He greeted the other cadets with a smile and then listened to what Susan had to report.

"Very well, i'm ready as i can be."

"Oh, hell yeah. Let's do this." Isaac Fairweather had rather taken the long way, coming by foot. But he had also arrived early. The rather large sword he carried didn't seem to bother him as he squatted in place and did a few stretches to limber up. He greeted each of the other Cadets, even those he'd never met before with a smile and a handshake if they'd allow it. If not, oh well, no big deal.

He listened to Susan's detailed explanation of their mission with a serious expression that was still marred by a contented smile. He had heard a little about Susan's track record. Her's was one of the names he'd written down in his book. She was...small. But she carried the floor with an authority that was awe-inspiring. Even with the adorable pink shoes she wore. Isaac wished they had more time to chat as friends and comrades before heading into mission-mode. But it was all well and good. When she finished, he wait his turn and offered his hand to her. "Class Three Isaac Fairweather, prepared and ready. Lead the way, Ma'am."

The idol arrived shortly after the one called Isaac, feeling a bit drained still from all that had happened in the past few nights. Even so, he hid the exhaustion well enough as he considered the crowd around him. Some faces were new and some were familiar making him wonder just how things would turn out. Even more so with a full moon about. He had heard whispers of what a full moon meant, but this would be his first time dealing with one for real. He wasn't sure how he felt about more insane demons than before, but at least they weren't people, so maybe he could swallow whatever hell awaited them a bit better than last time.

In any case, the idol would pull himself out of his thought as Isaac came up to him in greeting. To the handshake idea, the idol would consider the other with an unreadable expression for a few seconds before reaching out and allowing the action to occur. He didn't exactly mind the move, so that was that. From there he would listen to Susan as she spoke about what was going to occur and how she was going to be leader of the group this night before asking permission to mark them.

The idol was quiet, but when it came to the woman being able to mark him, he wouldn't offer a hand, but instead a nod giving her permission to do what she needed to do to set the mark. Once everything was in place, he'd look over the group once more before looking back towards their path and focusing on the task at hand.

It seemed no one was up for small talk or questioning, which was to be expected in a serious situation such as this. Susan was glad to see both Joseph and Hatsuhara here, being veterans of more deadly combat encounters. A specific one in Vista Square. Gionatan she had met before but knew nothing of his capabilities, and this new Isaac was as eager as any new stereotypical recruit to protect and serve. She had a lot to prove to be sure. She had let down Joseph before in the training simulation and Hatsuhara had voiced his concern over her measures in the past and how she runs her missions. For Gionatan this would be a first impression and Isaac was fresh to the force, Class Three. This patrol would test her mettle, there could be no room for mistakes and she would need to gauge her leadership ability and put it to the test. It was unknown if she could run this as she was accustomed to, calculated and cold with no room for heart. Her longstanding allies would judge her for it and it would shake their confidence in her and to those new to her it could leave an unfavorable impression.

Unless it was effective.

There could be no mistakes tonight so Susan would fall back to what she knew: ruthless analysis and judgement. But at the same time no one could be allowed to fall. They were not permitted to lose. To test her psychic mark she spoke to the team using her text overlay as she racked the bolt on her P90.


With no further instruction the short woman would begin to walk quickly with her gun in her shoulder, scanning the environment as she moved.

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Isaac followed the woman in short order. Her command was clear, her tactics sound, and left no room for question. As the mission started, he withdrew the large sword effortlessly from his back, and brandished it, ready for anything. "Roger" Was all he said in a quiet, but steady tone, so she knew he understood the directive. His eager expression chilled as he entered "mission mode," remembering his night with Albrecht. He was a little sad Albrecht wasn't here. Partly because he enjoyed fighting beside the man. Partly because he wanted to be able to talk sense into him if he decided to level a city block for the sake of destroying one demon.

But that wasn't something he needed to worry about right now. It was well out of his hands. All he had to do was focus on the task at hand.

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The idol was remained his usual quiet self as he watched the others around him. Some of them were used to this drill already and others would have to get used to it by jumping into the hell that this full moon would bring. While the idol had confidence in those he knew, he had to wonder how Susan would fair as leader. He had seen her break down before during combat so he wondered if she would do it again. On the other hand, she could dish out some sound orders so maybe if she could stay calm, it wouldn't be so bad. In the end, he would have to wait and see.

Regardless of this, he would keep his thoughts about the woman on the back burner as she approached and placed the mark on him, his eyes having to adapt to the heads up display that appeared before him. Listening to what was said, he would nod before forcing his feet to move to follow the woman and the other. It looked like this may be a rough night. Good. Maybe it could get some of this troubling energy out of him.

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Oh no. No. No. No.

Why the hell do these jokes keep writing themselves? A rich trust fund kid driving in with his shiny car and a dumb shonen protagonist with a fuck-off sword that painfully and obviously compensated for something. There was another asshole-like pretty boy in the mix too, but at least he kept his damn mug shut. It was official, this night isn't going to suck. It's going to be absolute bullshit. Why is reality conspiring against him? What did he even do to it anyway?

The uncertainty was all over his face when he saw the new recruit. It was going to be a goddamn miracle if they ever got out in one piece in this kind of shitty work. But maybe they were a godsend for a neat meatshield. Just a little accident here and there might do the trick if shit hits the fan. "Hey. Isaac, right? Stay close. This could get ugly this time around."

What? Sometimes you had to be nice to the help when you are banking on using them like tissue paper.

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Gionatan quietly followed the party.

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At the sight of a shadow on the wall the team moved to close with the enemy. Susan allowed the others to pass her as they converged and hung back to offer distant support.

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