What Is Left After?

((Watch out...I know jujitsu xD))

Susan
"Who the hell said I asked ta stay here?" I demanded. "Your buddy brought me here. An' I wasn't plannin' on stayin', either! I already said, I'm a wanderer!"

Aimery: I grin. "Would you like to leave?"

Susan
"More than happy to!" I said, repositioning my backpack on my shoulders and giving my walking stick a twirl. I turned around, headed back the way I came.

Oh...she can't go....damn.

Aimery: I smile, pretending to tip my hat. "Hm. I may be a bit more rash than I remember," I mutter, then shrug.

((Eh, someone might stop her.))

(lol It won't be Aimery. She's content sleeping.)

"Hey!" I shout. "Didn't you ever watch a David Attenborough? Safety in numbers and all that."
I tip my hat politely, before going back to business. "I would like to add that I am no-one's 'buddy'. Friend, pal, chum, maybe even comrade, but not buddy."

Jelsa: I smirked. "Can I call you my buddy since I'm special?"

(Wayne: lost........)

Aimery: I wave to Wayne. "Come on. Time to relax."

Susan
"O' course I did!" I answered Peter. "But I don't think 'safety in numbers' really counts if th' numbers don't want you around. An' clearly, your pal 'Someone shit in the cereal that I don't eat' doesn't want me around. B'sides, I've made it this far on my own." Then, glaring at the non-eater of cereal, I said, "Sorry fer breathin' yer precious, precious air! I clean my hands of you! May you live in interesting times."
I continued on my way.

Aimery: I smile just a little. "You can run after her, but just don't tell me about it," I mutter, pulling my shirt over my head since my arm didn't seem to do.

Wayne: I nodded. "Yeah, sounds good."

"Of course you can," I say to Jelsa. "I don't mind. But you," I turn to glare at Aimery. "This is your bloody fault. You might not like her, but go and apologise. Now."

(lol Aimery. Sorry. She's fun.)

Jelsa: I smiled, but I hoped Susan was okay.

Aimery: I roll my eyes. "I'm not going to apologize for nothing. Besides, you brought her in here. You should be apologizing for bringing her here. Of course, you might not've known my reaction..." I trail off, shrugging again.

(lolllllll Aimery I love you so much she's fun.)

((She doesn't seem very fun to me xD

Kidding.))

((WARNING: Foul language. If you are offended by such things, then do not read this post... You sissy.))

"Of course I didn't anticipate your reaction, because I didn't anticipate that you're a FUCKING NUTJOB!" I let go of Jelsa and swing my axe down from my shoulders to grasp it in both hands. "I'm not an axe murderer, but if you don't go and apologise RIGHT FUCKING NOW I might just use the blunt end to beat some bloody sense into you."

((I can't post right now, of course, but I just wanted to say...

Regret, that was awesome xD))

((I'm actually using the Axe of Portentuous Editing! Teeheehee...))

(*decides to just watch for now...*)

Aimery: I roll my eyes. "I'm not the one threatening to bludgeon someone with the end of an ax," I say. "And how does it make me a nutjob to not want to apologize to someone?"

"It's not that, it's the fact that you flip out over someone else turning up. You're all like 'OMG NEW PEEPZ!', only in an angry way. Plus, I don't think you're in any position to argue."
I glare at her and raise my eyebrows questioningly, as if to say 'now what?'.

Aimery: "Well then who is? I don't see anyone else checking to make sure she isn't spying on us, or stealing our food, or trying to kill someone. What I'm trying to say is no one's being careful!" I throw my hands in the air. "But if you wanna go ahead and trust a stranger, I won't stop you. And I'm not apologizing."

I raise the axe so it is across my chest, and tense my muscles. My eyes narrow and I plant my feet further apart to give myself more stability should it come to a fight. Despite my slightly crouching stance, I tower of Aimery.
"Do it," I hiss. "NOW!"