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[feverprophecy]

My resolve's fading. Can't stand this.

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[bludhavenraptor]

*What the fuck, man. Stupid Hubspace. He was not trying to get to the fucking graveyard. Jason turns to go, but there's a strange noise that draws his attention. Against his better judgment, he follows the sound to its source.*

*And he really wasn't expecting to see his younger self trying to kick the crap out of some headstones.*

...if you break your foot, I'm gonna laugh at you.

[feverprophecy]

[Jason gives Jason a blank look and hops onto the top of one, letting it lower itself to the ground under his weight.]

[bludhavenraptor]

Oh, come on. What did -- *Jason cranes his neck to read the gravestone,* Tamara Aaron ever do to you?

[feverprophecy]

Died and didn't come back.

Wasn't a good soldier.

Has no good advice.

[bludhavenraptor]

...what the hell are you talking about? "A good soldier"?

[feverprophecy]

[Now that the gravestone is flat on the ground, Jason sits on it, hunching over and resting his chin on his forearms.]

Irony, do you speak it, motherfucker?

[Not a very good imitation of Samuel L. Jackson, but he wasn't trying.]

[bludhavenraptor]

Right. You know what, I'll just leave you to your property destruction. Have fun, asshole.

*Jason turns away, muttering under his breath,* God, was I really ever that bitchy?