Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5431934-20130928193941/@comment-7838080-20131002115337

Jacen covered his face with his uninjured hand, sputtering curses like a sailor after an all night bender. He was in immense pain, and now his team-mates, ''ex-teammates, Jacen...ex-teammates now. They hate your guts. And would be more than happy to see you dead. ''"Yeah...I deserve it. But what has all this violence of yours solved...JACK SHIT." He muttered a few angry curses, still in immense pain, his head swimming. "If my old man couldn't stop me...what can yoOOOOOOW...!" Wow...I see Mason taught her a bit more about how to fight, in my absence...

Callista interrupted his train of thought with a another sharp kick to the balls, his voice going up an octave as she did so. "You deserve THAT, as well. But...I'll see if I can't talk them down. Because they look...murderous." Her face drew level with Jacen's, "And if I catch you doing this again...their death threats will seem like tender mercies compared to what I will do to YOU." Jacen didn't mutter a reply, but his wide eyes suggested he got her message quite clearly.

Callista wandered over to them, hoping she could talk them down. "I know you all want to stick Jacen's head on a pike, much like I would, he does have a point." She hoped they would listen to her, "This physical violence isn't getting anywhere..." she paused for a moment, "You see, I know Jacen a bit more than you guys do. And violence won't stop him," a  malevolent grin appeared on her face, "But...I think a violent blow to his pride will."