A-Hunting We Will Go [Completed]

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Character(s): Gaston, Jack, Blue, and anyone else joining in!
Content: Gaston leads an intrepid band of explorers out to hunt in the wilderness outside Paixao!
Setting: Niflheim gates (and beyond)
Time: Evening
Warnings: No one says no to Gaston. This includes gatekeepers.

"What do you mean we can't leave the city?" Gaston demanded, pushing aside the people crowding around the table at the edge of the city gates. The line was growing even longer now that it was unable to move, but the hunter didn't seem to care. All those pansy people could get inside the city once he and his fellow hunters were done!

The unfortunate gatekeeper, who apparently hadn't heard of Gaston's amazing reputation, gave them a meek smile, "It's too dangerous outside the city. It's much nicer in here. Everything you need to live is inside these gates. Why would you want to leave?"

"Why would we want to ~stay~?" Obviously, this poor pathetic excuse for a person had no idea what real men thought of such flimsy excuses for cowardice. Gaston snorted derisively, glancing over at Jack and Blue, "This poor sap thinks we're afraid of a little bit of danger and wilderness! How about that!"

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Sora could fly? Chizuru hadn't even realized she was in danger until the brown-haired boy had confronted the lanky creature stalking her, whereupon she promptly screamed and cowered like an idiot. Later, she'd no doubt look back on it and wince at how stupid that kind of action was, but now, her first and only goal was surviving to regret it later.

Likewise, later, she'd probably hate herself for thinking the enemy was pretty, but it was-- she was; Chizuru could pick out the slightest hint of a bust only barely covered by a darker pattern than the being's pale gray-white skin. And her movements had all the grace and presence of an actress or a dancer.

Still, for now, she was content to back away from Sora and the creature he was fighting, whirling to see everyone else. The skeleton called Jack had retrieved an archaic-looking scythe from his ribcage. Sora was swinging a giant key like nobody's business. The man they called Robert... would have some serious bruises later. She didn't see the muscle-freak, and was partially grateful for that. The tomboyish girl looked like she was still sizing up the opposition.

Alice had rather conveniently turned into a steely-mannered fighting machine, and was whipping spikes, explosives, and a wicked-looking mallet out of nowhere. But she still looked great-- and Chizuru briefly hated herself for thinking that when she was in such obvious danger. Well, she did...