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"If there was a way, we wouldn't have nuked Halloween and been done with this world but seeing as they regenerate fear and that fear comes from us, it's hard to cut that kind of power source. We just have to keep them from getting more powerful by keeping them from artifacts and other weapons."

He gestured for them to turn around. "We should report this."

Moving over, he looked over at Mik's gun. "Long barrels like that come off as more of a longed ranged sniper rifle than a pistol, shotgun, or any of the blasters. It's good to know your weapons limits but there will be times where you won't have that distance and will have to make do. I'm glad you could make the shot with all this tree coverage."

He held up Saliva a moment. "I like my distance but there is a point where I can be too far from a shot."

"Sound enough reasoning," Jordan said, a little sourly. It troubled him a little to consider the horsemen using other Fear creatures as pawns in this struggle. How many would keep faith with the horsemen? Would the hunters have to fight students as well? It was probable.

"I encourage practicing the hitty smashy stuff," he said, a little more cheerfully. "Important life skills." He paused a moment at the last comment, eyeing Sammy thoughtfully. Did she ever dream, he wondered? How far did the artifact's influence reach? Surely it wouldn't reach across worlds, would it? But now wasn't the time to ask.

He shook his head a little, bringing his attention back to more practical and immediate matters. "What was your plan here?" he asked.

"That's a little worrying," Jordan agreed, frowning. "I haven't heard of them using tech much. War tribe? It'd probably be helpful to get that to study, if we can go back for it later and they haven't found it."

He looked over to the other prisoner, frowning faintly. The prisoner was part of why he was being careful to speak quietly; he hoped that she couldn't catch too much of their conversation. "They'll probably continue to try to rescue her. Mmm. Do you have a way back to Halloween?"

Lawrence was in a very directed and focused mood and it was obvious from the distinct lack of airs and graces in how he moved. It was as if he wasn’t even entirely there, part of his thoughts somewhere further away. It was when he was like this that it was easiest to see how he’d been capable of the brutal things he’d done to people in the past. He gave Melody a short dazed sort of stare, as if not really seeing her, as if she might be a valid follow up target before sentience seemed to bleed into his gaze and the icy distance thawed to awareness.

Butch had enjoyed their fight and only regretted the fact that there had been no blood or gore from the defeated statue, snarling that it would be very worth it if there was. “Me?” Lawrence said innocently. “I’m hardly a fighter.” But he looked at his hand thoughtfully. “I am just a little out of patience with everything right now.” He’d tried negotiating with the horsemen once before and it had landed him in his present state, older than he should have been and unable to avoid roping Rodney into his condition. As of now he was himself, divine and easily capable of greatness, willing to do whatever it took to get back to the island. He stood up tall or at least as tall as his stature was capable of.

“So you’ll forgive me if I am a little less pacifistic than normal”

Pacifistic? Right. She looked him over thoughtfully. His posture just moments ago seemed primal, more beast than man. Feral and hunched, now erect again and exuding airs. She wondered distantly if this sort of struggle was in her future. If the more she bonded with her weapon, the more she became inhuman. Or if this was simply his true nature all along.

Whatever it was, she decided to ignore it for now. "Out of patience?" She asked with a brow quirked. "You're in a hurry for something?"

TG didn't like the jungle all that much. It had poor scareohone reception, some of the horsemen kept looking at his Blackscary too long, and while it was warm, it was also wet. Sammy ditched him and he was bored.

Deciding against lingering around, he wandered off to see if he could either find something valuable or get a few bars.

Wandering the jungle, he then made his way up a tree.

"Next time I see Rep, I'll see what I can do about that, but I can't make any promises." Jordan sighed. "You know how he is."

He resisted the urge to rub at the bridge of his nose. "Okay, that's something else we're going to have to figure out. As it is, I'm not sure there's anyone here who can send you back, and it'd be highly risky to bring you with us. Still, we might have to." It was possible that Mimsy might be willing to help out with sending Sammy back, if it came to that and Jordan approached the subject right.

Lawrence laughed at Melody. "Then my illusion has been completely successful. Just like every other human being, I grow hair on my body. I simply know how to take care of myself. Smoothness is next to godliness."

He seemed rather flattered that she might consider him someone who was simply naturally stunning and as a result moved with a little more spring in his step.