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Horace mentally sorted through the pages in his head. "It's...complicated," he said, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He didn't know exactly what to tell - half of it was a jumbled mess inside his head. He hadn't had enough time to pick out the facts and smooth them out in neat lines yet. "Something to go with green eye, which is what makes the zombies and junk, too." He sighed.

"So, basically, green eyed zombies and vines are intertwined. Some driving force behind em, wanting I'm not sure what. For a while, the dorms were filled with vines, too. That was fun." It wasn't. Horace shrugged. "And... about remembering, not necessarily. As far as I know, many of the people picked up were heavily unconscious, could cause memory loss. I guess."

"You could ask the dude who got you."

"Oooh, that could be it." He leaned towards Micah. "Do you remember what he looked like? We could find him!"

"Was he hot?"

"It's okay," He sighed gustily. "Everyone on this island is hot." Horace gave Micah an assessing look, just because he could.

"But blonde sun hunter does narrow it a bit. Plus, it should be on file somewhere who pulled you out. I could try to look it up, if you wanted?"

The growl was enough of a response to make Horace smile. It was so delightfully animalistic, he thought, and then quite studiously turned his thoughts away from that path. He took a hasty drink of his soda.

"Mmm in hunter records, I'd imagine. They block out too-sensitive information, but things like names and divisions are readily available. Plus, there's this-" He raised his hand, displaying the watch on his wrist. "This can look up any hunter I meet and tell me their basics, like name and so forth. Works on everyone except those of us in death. You should get one when you rank up." He tapped a few buttons and test began to scroll across the watch.

Micah Lambert. Moon division. Trainee. Room B26.
Current status: Off-duty. Room B26.

"Yep," he said, making spooky fingers. "Your location is no secret. It's good that we don't have too many stalkers on this island, really." Horace turned off the display with a command. "You can get it when you rank up - you gotta pay for it, of course. I feel like I got it off someone in Life labs."

"Nah, stalking's not my thing." A strange expression passed over his face before he quickly schooled it back into a smile. "Yeah, get promoted, get cool s**t." He looked down at his watch consideringly and pressed a button.

"Map." It flickered to life and displayed a diagram of the room they were in - no furniture details, just the walls and door. It zoomed out to show the hallway. Humming, Horace poked a few more buttons and scrolled through a list before selecting another.

"Like this is when I was in China, mapping. See that?" He pointed to a section where the map ended. "That's when I came back. Got China, some weird island, some tunnels in the US, a forest, etc. I... did a lot of mapping stuff." He shrugged.

He ran a finger under the band. It'd be a weird tan line, if he was prone to tanning. Luckily, he wasn't. "Yeah, it's an expensive watch though. I ended up buying two, anyway." Horace grimaced. "There's a couple other features - like you can use a radio to talk to every hunter within 10 miles. No one uses it on the island thank god." He pressed his thumb to the center of the and the display flickered off.

"For a... while, I was out gathering map data, like so hunters who go in those areas have the maps handy beforehand instead of going in blind." He'd gone a lot of places in those months, and always back to Belgium afterwards, to report. Horace would have liked to say being in Belgium made his French better, but it was still high school beginner level, which meant he knew the colors and how to curse.

"Like, places with fear activity. Send in one hunter, two, just to scope out the area. Then if a threat is discovered, a full team can be sent in to wipe it out."