[Closed] I will try and try to change

[undeflective]

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 It had been replaced by a pristine sweatervest - his sweatervest, what else would he be wearing?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.

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[ragnarsson]

Ivar is pulling out his axe and making sure he has all his knives prepared. He'd crossed the line with that comment about Dodger's mother. If it had been the other way around, he would have killed Dodger for such an insult. No doubt he's going to his best to do the same. Well, he'll have a hell of a time doing it. Ivar's not going to kill him. He's just going to take that damnable man's tongue out for trying to mess with him.

Then he stops what he's doing and pauses for almost a full minute, rubbing at his temples. He had been furious a moment before but now....he can't remember precisely why. Oh yes, he'd gotten into a fight with Jamie. Though he wasn't sure what he'd said, he knew it'd been very cruel. That didn't seem like him. He could be biting and sarcastic, but he'd long since learned to keep his anger in check.

Well, he wasn't going to enjoy apologizing, but it had to be done. Before he could even think about going down one floor, Jamie appeared in the door. Ivar looked at him with a guilty expression on his face, but he didn't say anything. If Jamie wanted to yell at him, he'd let him. Gods knew he deserved it.