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Fortunately, even with the waves crashing against him, Ryan found the ocean's attacks a lot easier to cope with than the abuse from both the giant monster and the division leads. He was easily staying afloat.

Ryan's HP: 9/50
Wave: 2/3

And then Jerry vomited up water and gave a wild, choked yell of alarm before he realized what was happening.

And then wobbled to wheeze over the side of the boat a moment, knuckles white.

"Th-thanks..." He wheezed, face incapable of deciding if it wanted to turn white, red, or a sickly shade of green.

And why did he suddenly feel like he had smoked a whole cigar. He coughed a few more times for good measure.

Red eyes gleaming like cut rubies where eyes should be-- sharp around the edges, jagged little fangs, seawater flooding into her lungs-- the grip of a kraken, a wild whirlpool-- sinking, falling-- cold, so <******** cold--

Halfway to the portal, Clerise's mop of red hair went under the waves and didn't resurface. A flash of red beneath the choppy waters signified Balthazar coming to life in her hands.

I can't breathe, I can't--

'You need to move.'

I can't--

hp// 34
roll// n/a b***h is drowning

Saya's eyes lit up at the sight of Ryan, cuddled in the corner, waiting for Kat, Wilson, Sin and the others at the portal. She was immensely relieved to see one person, especially when the waves were so strong and it was too black to even see specks of the white coats.

"R-R-Ryaaan!"

She was shivering and cold but she was at the portal. Not in the water anymore, at least. But shivering, with a wet teal scarf over her head.

She spied Kat.

"KKKAAAAAAAAT!"

Salt stung Mimsy's eyes as the chill of the ocean jolted her back to awareness, the accompanying gasp more a lungful of water than air. She tried to blink through the saltwater, but it only served to clump her eyelashes together and spread tiny droplets all over her glasses, which was not the most beneficial of results. Especially considering the fact that she had not gracefully escaped, and was drowning like a loser.

A full-length dress was not proper attire for swimming. Not that she'd have known as much, because she'd never gone swimming in anything deeper than a foot of water, which could hardly be considered swimming. She struggled to tread water and succeeded only in losing a shoe, her palms striking the surface of the ocean in a frantic mimicry of what swimming might have looked like.

She was going to die in the ocean, because she had not hidden in a lab somewhere.

This fact was quickly on the path to becoming an accepted fate, but someone pulled her towards them and held her close to them, even though physics dictated that this would impede their own ability to make it to safety...

"Kostya--" Her voice was strained, and anything else she intended to say was overcome by coughing. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders in an attempt to relieve a bit of her weight; it was easier said than done, considering how firm their boundaries against touching were, yet he'd chosen to forego that in favor of rescuing her. It went without question that she could do the same, though there was really no comparison to be made between his choice and her own.


In a not-so-distant portion of ocean, a spider was fighting against the waves made by the wake of several dozen humans swimming to safety. It was well on its way to becoming a nice meal for a fish - or maybe a bird - when it was weakly scooped up by the pale hand of a loving spiderbitch.

Ryan paddled the last few feet and flipped over onto his back to stay afloat and catch his breath. He was thankful to have reached the portal. Swimming, though it wasn't too difficult, always made him nervous, especially out in open waters and since there were so many others here, it only made him worry more. Fortunately Saya was already up and out of the water, huddled by the portal. As for Kat and Wilson...

Ryan rolled back over, kicking slowly with with his feet, while his arms spread out to keep himself from sinking. He could see Wilson already approaching and Kat, to his surprise, was already there.

"How do you girls even manage to swim in those." He asked, pulling himself up, out of the water and to the portal. Clearly 'those' referred to the dresses. "You guys okay?"

A dumb question, considering.

Exiting!

It was more comforting, coming from Rep. He was relaxed. Even in the middle of a hurricane.

The brief, extra buoyancy helped, a little. There was another wave, impossibly large. Still holding on to Jordan, he pushed through, getting battered in the process.

He was tired. He was worried about his suit, and his shoes.

Not far.

HP: 49- 10 = 39