[center][h2][b][u]Diver's Paradise[/u][/b][/h2][/center]
[@tex][@FateWeaver][@Jensoman][@Hatman1801]

Lone listened to Alvios speak, interpreting the rules set forth to them. He sighed again, annoyed by the restrictions. Not that it would matter, anyway. Fighting was undoubtedly going to happen, and it didn't matter to him if he had to kill or not-- so long as he could fight. However, he never had any intention of chasing after the enemy, regardless. A waste of energy and he much preferred for them to come after him, anyway. Lone shook his head. Jake got back up onto the pile and began to give another speech-- [i]why do they keep talking?![/i] Lone thought, his agitation growing. However, something Jake said caught his attention: [i]Survey Team Alpha.[/i] That was oddly specific and Lone suspected he wasn't the only one who caught it. Just how good was their recon? Lone felt... paranoid. This could not bode well.

Agitation and anxiety gripped Lone. This was definitely a suicide mission, but was it intentional? Or was it just a coincidence the Divers of No-Man's-Land opted out due to sheer apathy? Lone let out an exasperated sigh, unsure of how to feel. He needed to let out his frustration, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. As Luke began to leave, asking them to follow (in so few words and phrasing), Lone followed suit.

"What are we in for?" Lone asked Luke, unable to restrain himself with silence. His voice was deceptively deep for his slender frame and it was also quite monotone, void of emotion. A strong attribute, perfect for masking his growing anxiety.