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riverviewlogs2017-06-12 10:50 pm
undeflective) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-12 10:50 pm
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[Closed] I will try and try to change
who: Jamie Dodger Kingsley and Ivar Ragnarsson
what: Apologies are in order.
when: During the Butterfly Effect event, and directly following this thread.
where: Floor five.
warnings: Swearing, probably. Not excessive violence for once (hopefully).
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He'd been in a rage when he left his room, blood boiling quite literally as he dragged his fingers along the wall, scorching marks across it up until he got to the elevator. It was about time he killed that dumbass kid, showed him exactly why he should fear him.
But then something had changed. He'd stopped short, his fire power shutting off as a chill ran down his spine. He'd squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them, he wasn't wearing his ratty sweatshirt. It had been replaced by a pristine sweatervest - his sweatervest, what else would he be wearing? He reached up and felt his face - no scars, but why would there be? He'd never so much as been struck before, much less gotten any major scarring.
He continues up to the fifth floor, but he's no longer sure exactly what he's going to do when he gets there. Part of him still wants to yell, to fight, but there's just no point in giving in to someone who just wants to egg him on. But is it safe to try and parley with someone who's tried to kill him before?
Thus there's a pretty nervous expression as he looks around the fifth floor for the kid. God, he really hopes this doesn't end as badly as their last confrontation.
what: Apologies are in order.
when: During the Butterfly Effect event, and directly following this thread.
where: Floor five.
warnings: Swearing, probably. Not excessive violence for once (hopefully).
--
He'd been in a rage when he left his room, blood boiling quite literally as he dragged his fingers along the wall, scorching marks across it up until he got to the elevator. It was about time he killed that dumbass kid, showed him exactly why he should fear him.
But then something had changed. He'd stopped short, his fire power shutting off as a chill ran down his spine. He'd squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them, he wasn't wearing his ratty sweatshirt. It had been replaced by a pristine sweatervest - his sweatervest, what else would he be wearing? He reached up and felt his face - no scars, but why would there be? He'd never so much as been struck before, much less gotten any major scarring.
He continues up to the fifth floor, but he's no longer sure exactly what he's going to do when he gets there. Part of him still wants to yell, to fight, but there's just no point in giving in to someone who just wants to egg him on. But is it safe to try and parley with someone who's tried to kill him before?
Thus there's a pretty nervous expression as he looks around the fifth floor for the kid. God, he really hopes this doesn't end as badly as their last confrontation.
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"Friends it is, then... feel free to call me Jamie, but... well, don't be surprised if my other self doesn't take it too well."
He knows that Dodger is particular with names. Too particular with names. Even his first name carried a sour taste for that version of him, and Jamie knows that will cause problems down the line, but... honestly, maybe Dodger needs those sorts of problems.
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He wheels himself over to the elevator, pressing the button, and then adjusting his arm brace where it had slipped down over his wrist. It gives him enough time to wonder who else has been affected in Riverview and if any of the changes are as dramatic physically as what happened with Jamie.