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They were ganging up on him. In his not so lucid state, Jack construed it as rebellion. Betrayal. They wanted to take the sword that was rightfully bestowed to him, and at least several wanted him to succumb to injuries. He was aware that wielding it was taxing him, but he couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop.

Their words fell on deaf ears as he bodily threw himself at the line of defense separating him from Ian. His eyes bore into his target, burning with purpose. They were weak. They were infected. They needed to be taught a lesson, but more than that, they needed to be saved from themselves.

target: ian
damage: 0
hp: 48

[ Dorm Basement - Gretchen ]

Gretch had lingered for a long few moments in the hall, waiting, watching. No Cain, no Lukas. Many hunters came racing past her, but none she knew, and that uneasy knot at the pit of her stomach that had formed upon waking was growing steadily larger the longer Gretchen was on her own.

She'd always been an independent thing, ever since the accident, but she was finding that independence seemed to fold when things started to fall to pieces around her. It had started on the external mission with Dawson and Chance, when they'd struggled so badly against some unseen force. The mall, the zombies, certainly hadn't helped any. Now a new disaster, and Gretchen didn't need to know what was going to be afraid of it, or to worry about the people she cared about.

The door was unlocked, it always was, and Gretchen made a bee-line for the large figure still(somehow) sprawled out beneath the blankets. "Isaac?" No response, not even a twitch. How was he still sleeping through all this noise? It was grating, nauseating. The Death trainee's head was spinning as she reached the bed, crawling up onto it to push chestnut waves off Isaac's face. He didn't so much as twitch when she touched him. "Isaac, come on."

Tanned skin was warm under her fingers. When she touched his neck she found a pulse, strong and sure, but he was unresponsive.

What do I do?

No answer.

A high, distressed keening managed to creep it's way up her throat. Leaning over him, she shook him, hard. "Isaac!" Why couldn't she wake him? "Wake up!" Why couldn't she wake him? "We've gotta get out of here." Why couldn't she wake him?

"Get up!" Another shake, hard enough to throw her balance, and she fell against his chest, had to stop for a moment while the room tilted around her. Small hands closed in the sheet covering him, clinging as the bed seemed to list to one side, and she had to close her eyes, had to draw in deep, shallow breaths. It was hot, her hair was sticking to her forehead, her shoulders. They had to get out of here.

Something was very wrong..

"Please." This time it was weak, pleading. Fingers slowly uncurling to press against his chest so she could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the heavy beat of his heart. "Please wake up." Don't make me go through this alone. "Please?"

((Got permission to molest Isaac's unconscious body.))

HP: 40
Count: 6

Click.

She tilted her head as well and smiled. "Always one step behind. If you want to look good in front of your friends, you really should have gone for the long haul."

A noise erupted above them. It was a helicopter, and it was lowering now, enough so almost everybody could hear it and see it. The vines tried their best to stretch towards it.

A ladder was lowered. She grabbed it and offered her arm. "One last chance, Lucky."

IAN - COURTYARD

"Jack!" Ian yelped, trying in vain to sidestep the sword. A group of people had gathered around them - he could see Finn and Ripley, as well as Peyton, alongside of Chel - and it made him feel marginally better about having one of his best friends suddenly attack him.

"JACK STOP!" he shouted, and tried kicking him in the shins. His attempts at getting through to his friend weren't about to be stopped just because Chel had said they were all but useless. Ian's heart hammered in his chest, his stomach twisting unpleasantly.

"SERIOUSLY GET WHATEVER'S IN YOUR HEAD OUT OF IT, and stop trying to kill me, you ******** missed, of course. Feeling sick was not helping.

[DORMS]

"I do not experience nerves pardner. If I am feeling under the weather it is almost certainly some kind of illness. Though losing our weapons makes us more vulnerable even than normal humans as far as I'm aware. I set my weapon aside when I first arrived on the island and I ended up rather poorly and broke my arm. We are vulnerable, it is why I assumed staying behind stone walls was the best course of action. You may have a point however about collapse." he tapped his chin with a nail.

"Stones? Would they work with our weapons disabled. Wouldn't they even be dangerous to us at present? I thought that runic energy was dangerous to normal human beings." And he felt very normal indeed, already feeling several of the aches and pains he had forgotten in his time on the island. This cursed ageing body was becoming a burden. "We can go check if you wish, however."

[Courtyard - Horace]

Why was there suddenly a helicopter?! Horace ignored it in favor of yelling at Mark. (Yelling to be heard over the helicopter, of course. No other reason.) "So where the hell are the division leaders, then, Mark?" he hazarded, trying to match a face with a twitter icon. Of course, this Mark did not come with an Iron Man suit. "So what the ******** is going on and how do we fix it?"

"And, uh-" Horace pointed to the glass in Mark's hand. "-d'you want me to get that out for you?"

courtyard

It would have been too good to be true, anyway. He smiled wryly despite himself and lowered the (spent) torch. Maybe it really was Sam all along.

Either way, if she - Sam, Charlotte, did it make a difference? - wanted him dead, there were easier ways to do it.

It felt like something out of a ridiculous action movie. Could he really say that any more? Here she was with a helicopter coming down on top of a secret base in the middle of the ocean. He wanted to laugh, or maybe cry. He couldn't manage to do either. He looked exhausted already. He took a breath, then reached out to grab her arm. "Fine."