[h3]Emerald Felicia & Diamond Frost[/h3]
Diamond tried to make the ride as smooth as possible, but made a mental note that sneakers probably weren’t the best footwear to a forest, much less burning crash sites. She had to skirt around as not to get her own feet pierced by the sharp debris - not that she minded, it spared her from seeing the presumed massacre.

“Almost there.” she said over her shoulder as she got them across the wall and headed to the first bigger house. Looking around to make sure none of the pesky security drones were watching, she half knelt in front of the door, took off her hat and grabbed a few lockpicks, making a short work of the lock. Waltzing in she saw a bench and set Emerald on it.

“If I were a first aid kit...” she mused for a second before going through the shelves and cupboards. “Aha!” Second try. Good. Looking through the stuff, she found a disinfectant and a couple of bandages. It would do for now, but if the air jockeys needed help, she might just have to go crack open a few more homes. “Take off your shirt.” she said, preparing the supplies.

“Okay…” Emerald reached to take off her shirt, wincing as she did so, moving her arms and torso made her wounds sting all the more, but it couldn’t be helped. She slowly peeled off what was left of her shirt before tossing it aside. 

“So...you think that Davis guy betrayed us?” Emerald asked, not really wanting to talk about her wounds, or how she got them.

Pausing for a second, Diamond shook her head. “I don’t know. He didn’t seem smart enough to be behind this, although I would know appearances can be deceiving. We can’t let that bother us now though.” Taking what she had she walked over to her teammate. “This is probably going to sting like a bitch.”

The wounds were nice, straight slashes - it would make them easier to patch up. She cut a few butterfly bandages before applying the disinfectant. Then she carefully stitched the gashes before wrapping them up in the sterile bandages. “How are you feeling? Any cramps, fever?” she asked, hoping whatever Grimm did this wasn’t poisonous.

True to Diamond’s word, it really did sting like a bitch. Emerald did her best not to move and cry out too much, she was glad when Diamond was finally done. “Well it stings a lot...and I feel exhausted and a little dizzy...if I have a fever I can’t tell. Nothing is cramping, pretty sore though.” 

“Dizziness makes sense with the blood loss.” Diamond reached out to her subpar knowledge of medical aid. Rummaging through the kit, she found a thermometer and handed it to Emerald. “Take temp regularly. if there’s an infection that’s likely going to be the first sign.” she said, [i]I just hope you don’t.[/i]. “Thirsty? anything else I can do?”

“I guess I am a bit thirsty.” Emerald admitted, now that they were no longer in any direct danger should could think about things like being thirsty. “I want to lay down mostly.” 

“Good plan.” Diamond smiled as she went to pour a glass of water. Handing it to her teammate, she found a pencil and a bit of paper and wrote down her contact information along with short explanation of what transpired and that she intended to refund the owners of the house later. [i]If you told me two years ago this would be happening…[/i]

As the gravity of their situation slowly settled in and the adrenaline wore off, a more attentive Diamond and Emerald would eventually come to realize that the residence they were currently holed up in would seem...out of place. In their moment of peace and quiet, investigative eyes would begin to pick up on things that would appear irregular. It would seem that for one reason or another, someone had already broken the house prior to Diamond’s jimmying of the front door. The other entrances to the home had clearly been kicked in. In a hectic and chaotic rush, the home seemed as if a hurricane had blown through or that a bomb had gone off as things were knocked over. Broken. Scattered about. Overturned and tossed around. As if a fight had occurred hours if not days prior to the Hunting Team’s arrival. Whoever originally lived there, either they frantically evacuated the small town or they were forcibly dragged out. No signs of an orderly and calm exit were present. Should the curious pair decide to investigate the neighboring residences, it would be the same for each and every one to differing degrees. However, nothing of monetary value was stolen. Precious jewelry and finery that only a farmer’s wife could afford in such a place so far separated from the urban hustle and bustle of larger cities were left for the taking by any other looters or ne'er do wells. Simply put, it looked like the townspeople wanted out as soon as possible. Either that, or someone else wanted them out in a hurry and weren’t afraid to use a heavy hand to do so.

The knowledge was buried in the back of Diamond’s head though - she had too much to think of, and what happened to people that were no longer here wasn’t a priority. “Hey, would it be alright if I checked on how the two oafs are doing? I’ll just get the medkit to them in case it’s needed and hurry back.”

“Yeah, that’s fine, I’ll just rest a bit in here.” Emerald said, sounding absolutely exhausted. She took a long sip of the glass of water. 

Reaching into her coat, Diamond pulled out one of the flare pistols and set it close to Emerald’s reach. “In case of emergency pop one out of the window. I’ll be right back.” she smiled, grabbed the medical kit and ran back to the crash site, bracing her nerves for the sight.

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[h3]Oswald Connoly & Cobalt Chideta[/h3]
As the pair moved towards the crash site, Oswald found that the tendrils of darkness covering his body were writhing and thrashing with an energy he’d never seen before. Ignoring the new behavior of his ethereal soul, Oswald looked around for a moment before shouting. “Hey, anybody left out there, yell back!” Turning to Cobalt, he spoke in a normal tone of voice. “They better still fucking be alive.”

Hearing voices shouting, Alex and Chase snapped into action. Chase immediately got to his feet and linked himself to Alex’s side. Without a word, the two of them smoothly ‘glided’, walking to the nearest piece of hard cover and drawing their sidearms. It would be easy to assume that the voices belonged to the young Huntsmen as part of the team they dropped off at the town, but their nerves were too shot to allow themselves to be lazy and complacent. If someone had enough sense to set up that trap and shoot them out of the sky, then they had enough sense to know who they were and wanted them buried in the ground. They already buried two of their family, hell if they were next. Eyes and ears on alert, they waited for the source of the voices to come closer to the wreckage of the airship. Firearms loaded, on fire, and at the ready. Trigger fingers itchy to pump rounds into the bastards responsible for the loss of their comrades.

Cobalt pulled out his own gun and began to move towards the wreckage cautiously. He flipped off the safety on his gun and scanned the area for danger. “Is anyone out there? Anyone at all! Do you need medical attention? Please respond!” He called out as he got within 8 yards of the wreckage. Cobalt prepared to use his Semblance if anything attacked him and stopped.

Following alongside Cobalt with his shield covering his torso, Oswald only gave a sharp look to the wreckage. Without his Dust, he couldn’t attack from a range, and he had no way to use his Semblance just yet. He’d follow his leader for now.

The voices got closer and closer, placing the pair of soldiers higher and higher on alert. It wasn’t until Chase briefly ‘turkey peeked’ around his cover that he saw Oswald’s shield and immediately recognized it. Alex having been the co-pilot, he never laid a good pair of eyes on the Huntsmen team that was their cargo. However, the case was different with Chase. Taking a few strides over to Alex, he placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder and indicated that they were friendlies. No need for alarm. The two sharing a mutual understanding and nod, they then stepped out into the open to reveal themselves to Oswald and Cobalt. Restless as they were, they still kept their eyes and ears open to anything in the surrounding environment that may wanted to cause harm to them. Alex looked the two young men over and wasn’t really impressed. Then again, Esther was a stick compared to the brute yet she could drop him in the blink of an eye. He never understood where Hunters got their formidable powers from.

Alex looked around for the other two, and was the first to ask questions. 
Ignoring what Cobalt had shouted earlier. 
[b]”Where’s the rest of your team? Are you two all that’s left?”[/b]

“The rest of our team is out looking for supplies. Forgive me, but could you identify yourselves? I don't recognize either of you without your masks.” Cobalt lowered his weapon but stayed cautious, ready to jump into action whenever.

“Have you seen Ms. Vanhomrigh? It’s vital that we contact her, especially considering what just happened.” Oswald tried to keep a steady voice, but the frustration and anger in him was plainly evident.