[Isabel] The Great Pirate Hunt
Who: Isabel
Where: Outside the prison
When: Day 24, early evening
Invited: Anybody who's coming Jack Sparrow hunting
Status: Winding down
( Roll up roll up for the great Jack Sparrow hunt )
Where: Outside the prison
When: Day 24, early evening
Invited: Anybody who's coming Jack Sparrow hunting
Status: Winding down
( Roll up roll up for the great Jack Sparrow hunt )
Wandering aimlessly in the forest had done about as much for his memory as sitting by the fire had, but Ripley made it clear that she wasn't going to let Methos anywhere near this bunker he apparently lived in until fully compos mentis. Apparently he hadn't been heading in the right direction either, since she'd not attempted to change his direction at any point during the day. Sparring had only eased the cramping in his recently-healed muscles, swearing at the bloody woman in every language he knew earned little more than a snort, and weaving uncomfortable "clothes" from various leaves felt so ridiculous that he simply abandoned the attempt - it wasn't as if the temperature were freezing.
Eventually Methos gave up for the day and set about building a new fire while Ripley hunted. The skill and speed she'd demonstrated during the day was nothing short of amazing, so he doubted there was much point in "escaping" while she was gone, even if he'd known where the bloody hell he was going. That and Methos' unarmed hunting skills were pathetic these days, though he had killed a bird for lunch by throwing a sharp stone. Best stick to collecting fruits and roots; sod the reversal of traditional roles by gender. At least he could still set wood alight without a match.
Sweet potatoes were roasting when he heard voices. Not especially loud, but certainly more than one person, and he didn't think that Ripley was one of them. Either way that fire was going out, quenched with large handfuls of dirt - Methos wasn't about to wait for proof of friend or foe, not after his recent adventures.
The next question was whether to approach and learn more, or run and wait for Ripley to find him someplace else.
It was the voices that made Methos' decision easier: they were moving away, as if they'd passed by the edge of his hearing unintentionally. The fact that Ripley was his only source of information was also very frustrating; he trusted her to some extent and would have agreed with her caution if the tables were turned, but he'd never been one to accept the care of a nursemaid without a struggle.
Silent as he could, Methos crept up on the group. When they stopped to light torches he remained at a safe distance, then snuck forward very slowly to get a better view of their faces. None sparked a memory, and their choice of topic - planning a surprise attack on others, by the sound of it - certainly didn't make him want to jump out and say hi.
Methos settled in to wait, one ear open for the likely approach of Ripley. The least he could do was try to figure out where this lot fit in the great scheme of things, presuming that his rescuer's tale of random crash landings on a Pacific island was true.
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Dean, Sam, Daniel, and Jon drew their respective firearms and put their backs to the group. They and Locke formed a rough circle around the others.
"Show yourself!" Locke called.
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For starters Methos far too wary to reveal his position to a bunch of strangers, he had no weapon (not even his bloody sword!) and lastly was as naked as the day he was found - a metaphor which sent an unexpected tremor through his body as he focussed on one young man's bright red hair. Why? All Immortals were found, it wasn't like he hadn't used that phrase for donkey's years, and that mortal didn't register even the faintest pre-Immortal Buzz. Either way the nudity might have some shock value, but if he were injured by any of those weapons his Quickening would be on display for all to see.
Shrugging off that strange feeling Methos reconfirmed his original plan, slowing his breathing as he waited for their next move. New decisions would have to be made if these people found him, but until then he was staying put.
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Locke cant his head to the right. His shrug indicated that he didn't know exactly where their unwanted company was.
Dean strode over to Daniel with Sam on his heels. Keeping his voice low he said, "We're gonna check it out." Daniel looked ready to protest, but only nodded. After a glance at Sam they slipped into the jungle in separate directions to hopefully flank the intruder or flush him out.
[OOC: Sam and Dean move pretty quietly through the brush, but not as well as Locke, Methos, Ripley, or Molly.]
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Jon broke off "Stunners 101" and swiftly joined Locke's circle, but try as he might he couldn't see or hear any sign of surrender - nor running.
Swallowing a groan when the Winchesters slipped into the trees, he kept a closer eye on his side of the clearing and prayed that this wasn't some kind of distraction. Now would be a really bad time for those rings to activate, whether or not anyone had backed into them. At least those boys were quiet.
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"If those two end up dangling upside down in a tree, I'm not cutting them down, at least until their faces turn purple from the blood rushing to their heads."
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A quick check on the younger man's position made him freeze. Three figures appearing in a puff of smoke. Purple glow. This idiot shooting his sword with a bloody water pistol.
Methos decided that he'd have more time to go over the unexpected flashback later: for now it didn't exactly bode well and that didn't look like a child's plaything. Where was the kid's brother now though - and how the hell did I know they were brothers?
A searching glance confirmed his fears. Crap, lost him.
Methos settled back to wait until he knew where everyone was placed once again. It appeared that he did know this group to some extent, but had no way of knowing whether they were friend or foe.
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With a flurry of feathers a bird darted into the canopy about 20 feet to his left. Sam whirled on the spot, aiming the Glock in that direction. Other than leaves and branches swaying from the disruption there was nothing.
More movement, this time in Dean's direction, caught Sam's attention. He glanced that way long enough to read his brother's hand signals. "I'm covering you," the gesture said. Sam nodded, then tread carefully to where the bird had started.
When he'd halved the distance Sam's breath rushed out in a whoosh. He was shocked to find himself flat on his back, unarmed, and with a snarling white man pinning him to the ground. On reflex Sam pushed back*. He and his assailant were equally surprised as the latter flew backwards and crashed into a tree.
Sam scrambled to his feet only to have them swept out from underneath him by his inhumanly fast opponent. As Sam rolled to the side someone -- hopefully Dean -- crashed through the underbrush, and a gun fired. His attacker cried out as Dean bellowed, "Don't move!"
Sam stood up again in time to see his brother skid to a halt beside him. They both blinked at their opponent, who clasped a hand over his upper right arm and wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes. "Adam?!"
* A telekinetic push
OOC: sophiedb, if Methos would have dodged Dean's shot altogether or if he's otherwise OOC, let me know and I'll repost.
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"I'm not going to be able to reprogram it to beam us all up to the Enterprise," Damon quipped, "But yeah, I've seen enough of this gadget and the one like it to know that I can get it to go exactly wherever it went before."
"Good," Daniel nodded.
"Of course, they'll see and hear us coming," Damon pointed out. "I'm all for storming the castle, but I'm a bit worried that we don't have the element of surprise."
"I haven't had it plenty of times. And I'm still alive," Daniel grinned.
"Part cat?" Damon asked.
"I have friends who might agree with that."
The retort of gunfire rang out and everyone left in the clearing dropped into a low crouch. Daniel didn't recall drawing his weapon, but it was in his hand as he surveyed the jungle around them.
A voice came muffled, followed by yell and another muffled voice.
Daniel wished for more radios. He was simply grateful that eveyrone with him was practiced enough - or smart enough - to realize that calling out without knowing who had the advantage was a bad idea.
They waited for a sign or an all clear.
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"What the hell did you think you were doing, attacking Sammy like that?"
"My name is Sam."
Methos got a strong impression that this was an old debate, and he hadn't forgotten that Sam[my] had shoved him away with far more force than those arms could provide. Not exactly normal, but then Ripley had hinted that business wasn't usual on this island, and this didn't feel like the time to ask.
"I couldn't tell who was searching for me. Do you make a habit of shooting naked men?" He rubbed his arm pointedly, certain that his next words would irk the older brother no end. "Thankfully you missed: it was just a scratch, see? As for my clothes, someone stole them."
It was a simple explanation, and presuming that these two were from the same place as Ripley - which was, presumably, 'good' - should fit her story well enough. The bloody woman was probably trying to decide whether to kill or laugh at him right now. If they were from elsewhere.. what was plan B again?
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Dean snorted. "Yeah, someone whose name begins with Ripley." He was glad to see Sam grin. His brother was way too serious most of the time. "What the hell're you to doin' out here? And you never write, never call... We know you kids need private time, but jeez."
Sammy chuckled. Dean gave him a grin, then sobered. "Also, I don't miss." This time Sam snorted. Dean fixed a sharp look at him, then turned back to Adam. (We gotta get the guy a fig leaf or somethin'.) "We know about your flashy healing mojo, anyway."
"Dean." Sam nodded in the direction of the rest of the search team.
"Oh, right." He faced that way and hollered, "We found us a Welshman!"
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She hissed back a breath as she drew it in, slowly lowering her arm. Then she smiled. Completely unaffected by the fact that she was only wearing her sneakers, which had actually washed out well.
"You're gun's been discharged. You may have to do something about the premature firing. It doesn't impress the ladies."
She stepped back and regarded the boys. She had hoped for a bit more time for Adam, Methos, whatever he wanted to call himself, to sort his head out.
"We ran into Rose's boar. Getting quite the clothing collection somewhere."
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"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" he shouted, scrambling backwards. A tree root tripped him. Dean bruised his ego from falling on his ass.
"You're gun's been discharged. You may have to do something about the premature firing. It doesn't impress the ladies."
While Sam, the ingrate, snickered, Dean stood with as much dignity as he could muster. Since he was too rattled to come up with a decent retort, he did something else he was good at: ogling Ripley's sleek, muscular body. "Nice sneakers," he grinned.
Ripley continued to be unimpressed. She said something about roses and boars amassing clothing.
Blushing and averting his eyes, Sammy finally said something. "What?!"
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"I don't suppose Ripley's around?" Daniel called.
"Um yeah," Dean called back. "She's got nice - sneakers."
Something about Dean's pause and lilt made Daniel's eye brows raise.
(I don't want to know. I really don't want to know.)
He turned to Damon, "Could you go back and get Rodney? I'd like to move forward before DHARMA has a seven-course meal cooked up and waiting for us."
Damon seemed to hesitate, and then grinned - quite broadly and smugly. A mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes before he literally vanished - in a flash of light and the crackling pulse of energy that left the hairs standing on end and had the slightest, gone in a whiff, tinge of ozone.
Daniel gaped for a moment, in the same way that he had at Chris's display, then sighed. "You know how many times a skill like that could have come in handy for me?"
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Rustling bushes heralded the arrival of searchers and searchees, complete with.. foliage? For Pierson yes, but Ripley didn't seem to give a crap - other than smirking at the discomfort her appearance caused.
"Is jumping into the fire really that tempting, considering the alternatives that you two have probably been up to?" He rummaged in his bag for spare shorts and t-shirt. "Catch! Anyone else have kit to share? I bet no one has shoes."
"Thanks," Pierson replied politely as he held up the shirt to gauge its size, dropping his branch in the process. Definitely on purpose. "Which fire are we talking about exactly?"
Was it Jon's imagination or was Pierson eyeing them all more carefully than he should while Locke brought them up to speed? Ripley was keeping a surreptitious eye on him in turn. What the hell had they been up to out there? Boar, my ass. There's not a scratch on him for starters.
"So you're either in, or home is that way," Jon pointed. "Take your pick."
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