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Jason hasn't slept a night through since he was fourteen years old. It's nothing new, half his nightmares so familiar they happen almost by rote, though there's a few that still manage to terrify. He goes to bed in tired expectation, feels his body sleep and his brain light up. The fighter in him smiles and welcomes the chance to meet each falling crowbar with something better than child-sized fists, meet them with guns and blades and bombs, and in his dream Jason doesn't start screaming until the shadows grow long and bat-shaped.

He falls asleep in silence.

Jason wakes to his own gasping breaths in bed and the earth shifting beneath him.

"What the f - " he starts, but the world only shakes harder, something in the movement focused, personal. It's shaking his bed harder than anything, and Jason reaches out against the attack, seizes the gauntlet beneath his pillow and wishes it was a gun.

"You'll fucking wish - " he bellows, but as soon as the words leave him he feels himself forced violently back, propelled from his sheets and right into the air. His heart races - his bed's so close to the wall, he's gonna hit and there's no time to twist, nothing to grab, nothing to stop him and it's too fucking late to -

Jason's body flies through the bamboo with a mighty crack and is caught by the ground, coming to rest a dozen yards away with great rivets of earth in his wake.

There's a million things he should be doing. Lying there stunned feels like the best start.

[ooc: open to all in game, posted privately for preplay~ Jason just blew out the side of his hut, still in the boxers and tank top he went to bed in. His power is the sonic scream.]

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Jason groans, wanting nothing more than to lie there and possibly lose consciousness for a while, but whatever hit him is still out there, and now Lucy's as much in its path as he is.

"M'not hurt," he says, though what he means is not seriously. He's not broken, and he's had worse bruises, but he still feels off, and not because he just dug a trench with his back. Jason sits up, his focus so wholly on finding a safe path for both of them out of the clearing that he moves too fast, and the rush of pain forces a groan from the bottom of his lungs.

It feels good at first, an outlet for the agonized mess of his shoulders, but then something pinches tight and Jason yelps, and then he's not thinking of anything other than the fact that the tree across from them just exploded, and he's pretty sure the blast came right out of his own mouth.

Jason closes it with a click.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Lucy breathed, barely audible in stark contrast to the yell he'd let out, eyes almost comically wide, though there was nothing funny about the situation at all. This was actually pretty fucked up, though she would never have phrased it as such aloud, certain that it had to be even more disarming to do than to witness. Careful, trying her best to stay as steady as she could, she drew in a deep breath, then held both hands up in front of her. "Here, take it easy, okay? I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Jason shoves both hands over his mouth and nods, his eyes wide over his interlocking fingers. That came out of him, it came out of him, and it makes no sense, and he could have hurt her. He gives a stifled moan, feeling the earth begin to vibrate beneath him, or maybe it isn't the earth at all, maybe that's him, too.

"What the fuck," he wheezes.

The rumbling, that was weird, and Lucy drew in a sharper breath than she meant to before reminding herself that this was okay, or it would be. It was Jason, and maybe he was about as clueless as she was regarding what to do about this, but of all people, he was one she was inclined to stick around for. Even if she couldn't technically help, she could at least see him through this.

"Things are weird all over," she said, what wasn't much of an explanation but was going to have to suffice. "Some... fucked-up island thing. I don't know how it's doing this, but..."