In which Jet and Alex still can't stand each other
Who: Jet and Alex Mercer
When: Wednesday
Where:Jet's Room
Summary: Alex goes to have a nice little chat with Jet. Predictably, things don't end well.
Rating: R to be safe
Warnings:Violence, cursing, Alex, updated as needed.
Alex, for once, had been smart. He had fully intended to confront Jet last week over what the rebel had said across the network, but in some small part he recognized it was a better idea to wait. His state was obviously volatile at the time and would have resulted in things going poorly, so it was best to wait and calm down.
Of course it would probably be smarter to wait longer but Alex was never one for having patience, hence his presence outside Jet's door at the moment. He knocked briskly on the door, ignoring his regular habit of kicking the door in. It wouldn't do to have this turn hostile if it could be avoided. Likewise he ignored the base instinct of using the newly acquired charcoal black wings to seem more intimidating, keeping them neatly folded against his back.
As if he even needed the help in the first place, if he wanted to intimated the rebel he'd just thrust a claw in Jet's face the second the door opened.
When: Wednesday
Where:Jet's Room
Summary: Alex goes to have a nice little chat with Jet. Predictably, things don't end well.
Rating: R to be safe
Warnings:Violence, cursing, Alex, updated as needed.
Alex, for once, had been smart. He had fully intended to confront Jet last week over what the rebel had said across the network, but in some small part he recognized it was a better idea to wait. His state was obviously volatile at the time and would have resulted in things going poorly, so it was best to wait and calm down.
Of course it would probably be smarter to wait longer but Alex was never one for having patience, hence his presence outside Jet's door at the moment. He knocked briskly on the door, ignoring his regular habit of kicking the door in. It wouldn't do to have this turn hostile if it could be avoided. Likewise he ignored the base instinct of using the newly acquired charcoal black wings to seem more intimidating, keeping them neatly folded against his back.
As if he even needed the help in the first place, if he wanted to intimated the rebel he'd just thrust a claw in Jet's face the second the door opened.