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11/2/2015 2:32:41 AM
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[spoiler]Dean busts down the door, and does the dinosaur [/spoiler]
Dean hears the snoring in the middle of the night and gets up. He walks down the hall and knocks on the door, waiting for it to open.
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[b]Jace grumbles at the knocking[/b] The door is locked, pal.
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"And you need to keep the snoring down."
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Or, Or... Here's an idea... You can sleep in the Hanger.
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"Maybe you should, since you make more noise than the ships there."
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Yeah... Don't think so. Why are you up, anyway? No Jupiter to snu snu you to sleep?
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"No, I could hear you snoring down the hall."
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Sorry about that, bud. I'll try to keep it down. [b]You hear shuffling, before he start snoring again[/b]
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Dean starts walking back to his room.
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[b]Jace's door opens[/b] Dean, wait. Here.
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He turns and starts walking back.
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[b]When he arrives at the door, Jace smirks[/b] I forgot to give to you this. [b]When he looks down he sees a Plasma Bolt Pistol Jace fires it, which sends Dean into the hallway wall[/b] Payback. Hurts, don't it?
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Dean winces, sitting against the wall. He looks down at the burn and chuckles. "You know, I thought we could be friends, after you eventually got your payback." The burn from the pistol begins sizzling and within five minutes, the burn is gone and Dean seems fine. He stands. "We cool now?" He chuckles a bit as he extends his hand. Soldiers around had heard the shot and were coming out of their room with rifles.
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We're even if that's what you mean. You cost me a hand all because you can't control your damn temper. Not something that you can just forget and forgive, "bud". [b]He closes the door to his Quarters[/b]
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He mumbles. "Don't gotta be a bitch about it." Dean shakes his head and tells the troops to go back to their rooms. He walks past them, heading towards his room with a singed hole in his shirt.
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[b]He can hear from inside the room[/b] Same thing I said to your mom!
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[spoiler]You just hit the worst nerve you could....[/spoiler] He turns on his heel and walks towards Jace's room again. He kicks in the door.
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Whelp, there goes that temper again. Control yourself, Dean.
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"Don't ever talk about my mother again." He stares Jace down. His voice was distorted, angier. He stood there with a murderous look in his eye.
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[b]Jace stared right back at him, blankly[/b] Or what? You'll kill me? Worse people have tried, bud. Get the hell outta here, temperamental Hellspawn. We have training in 4 hours.
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[spoiler]Check chat for explanation of teh outburst [/spoiler] He chuckles. "Don't talk about my mother ever again. I will tear you limb from limb."
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Try it. And you won't be able to heal when I'm done.
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"You think I'm joking? I've done it before and I'll do it again."
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Do you assume I'm kidding? [b]For the first time, Jace m's tone has turned serious[/b] You know what you are? A hazard.
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"Yeah, I am. And you make me even more of a hazard. So, step off."
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Edited by Bardo XCIX: 11/2/2015 3:59:25 AM[b]Jace looks at him, genuinely angered[/b] Just stay the hell away from me, Eh?
