3-1 /sputter coughthe_rapturingJune 9 2011, 04:50:24 UTC
[He's not sure why he agreed to this. His stomach has been in knots all week. He's sweating bullets. He's changed his outfit several times now. Not that he has anything other than what looks like the ill-fitting wardrobe of a tax accountant. He's fidgeting as he approaches her. His voice is grave, gruff.] Madison.
dfhasldafhsdlkjf /crieshasthebesttasteJune 9 2011, 05:55:47 UTC
[She smiles at him, completely unselfconscious in her red dress as she kisses his cheek in greeting.] Cas. I'm half surprised you showed. [Teasing? Madison? Why would you think that?]
[He continues to stand there, nearly motionless. He's surprised himself. The desire to run and return to his safety net and forget this whole mess is strong. His gaze will flicker over her briefly and he'll clam up again. After a moment, he forces himself to speak.] You look nice.
[Finally, something to take his mind off being completely awkward around Revan. He marches past her, his robes billowing as he moves. He comes to a stop in front of her, his game face on.] It appears aliens have come to lay claim on the school. I could use your assistance.
[Revan matches his game face with hers: lazy and uninterested. Idly, she fiddles with her lightsaber, head tilted.] Yes, I noticed. Hard not to feel that sort of disturbance within the Force.
[His head tilts minutely at her mention of the Force. It has always intrigued him.] Any suggestions? This is my first time dealing with matters such as this. If nothing else, I wouldn't mind the extra hand to stave them off.
[Plaster and concrete rain down on Jayne's head. He tries to take cover, but space is getting limited. He peeks around the corner to take aim. He casts a grim look at Tenel Ka.] What are you thinking our odds are here?
Barring the sudden arrival of heavy reinforcements, I would say we have until you run out of ammunition. [Tenel Ka is propped up against the wall, eyes closed as she attempts to gather her strength. One of her legs is mangled, useless. She's trying to convince herself to stand up again.]
[He checks his clip; there's hardly enough ammunition to make him comfortable. Not against this many of them. He curls his fingers around his gun. His jaw is clenched and he's wishing he was better at spells. Maybe he could be of better use. No, gorram it. They're in over their heads.] We ain't got long, then. [He nods at her leg.] Think you can make a run for it?
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I HATE YOU.
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I still fail to see how this is in any way my fault!
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Harry? [She's not upset, but for once, she's not her usual exuberant self-- her expression is serious, and determined.]
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