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10/25/2015 4:45:17 AM
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[b]He blocks them with his cast[/b]
Definitely pressed a button...
[b]After a few punches, he blocks them punches him square in the jaw, sending him reeling into a wall[/b]
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Dean catches himself before he hits the wall and raises his fists. "Come on, fight me standing."
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[b]He gets up[/b] Fine, you wanna do it this way? Your trip to the MedBay. [b]He throws a jab at his jaw, [/b]
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He catches the punch and pulls in, headbutting Jace. Dean follows with a kick to the stomach, sending Jace over a table and tumbling to the ground.
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Oof! [b]He gets up slowly, and kicks Dean in the leg, making a[i]pop[/i] sound, before bringing his knee to his chin when he doubled over, sending him out the doorway[/b]
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Dean stands, wincing. You see his knee visually reset itself as there's an orange-red glow appearing from his right forearm. He runs straight at Jace and tackles him, punching him on the ground and slamming his head into the ground. The whole time his Mark of Cain is glowing.
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[b]Jupiter watches the whole thing, occasionally flinching from what goes on[/b]
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She sees a side of Dean that she's never seen. He's....violent, unstable and angry....so angry.
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[b]Seeing this, her face drains of color Something wasn't right with Dean, why didn't she ask him before....[/b]
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Dean back off, after some device separates the two. He talks with Jace, ending in a bit of laughter.
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[b]She stares, dumbfounded, catching the last price of what he was saying[/b]
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Dean helps Jace up, looking back at her.
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[b]She stares back, but from a distance, he couldn't tell the look of horror that went across her facd[/b]
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As Jace limps off, he walks towards her. He smiles, kissing her. "Now that that's settled...."
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[i]"Your a demon...?"[/i] [b]She looks up at him[/b]
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"Not exactly....when I die, yes, I will become a demon. Until then, I get to enjoy the demon powers without actaully being a demon." He takes off his leather jacket and shows her a scar on his forearm. "This, the Mark of Cain, is what makes me....well, have that stuff."
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[b]She stares at it, dumbfounded that this was hidden from her[/b]
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"I didn't uhm...tell you because, I thought it'd freak you out and I didn't wanna lose you." He puts his hands on her hips, smiling.
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[i]"It wpouldve been better if you told me! To know your some kind of demon freak!"[/i]
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"It's still me. This "mark" doesn't change anything until I get mad. Ok?" He rubs her sides with his large hands.
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[b]She knocks them off, now wasn't the time[/b] [i]"But still!"[/i]
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He sighes. "I know, I know, and I'm sorry." Dean kisses her. "It's not that bad, it doesn't change much."
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[b]She flinches slightly, trying to wrap her mind around it all[/b]
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"I know, confused the hell out of me too. Trust me, it won't change anything between you and me." He kisses her again, passionately.
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[b]She lightly pushes his head to the side, cock-blocking him[/b] [i]"I don't care, but for you to be some kind of demon cultist thing, that's where I have to draw the line... "[/i]
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"I'm no cultist. It's not like that. It's more....unlucky. I got screwed over. That's all, I swear."
