Reverse Psychology

Black dots danced across his vision as Jason fought against the Change that threatened to take place due to the pain. 'You bitch,' he sent, trying his hardest to regain his barings. Baring his sharp, white canines, he charged her, going for her side.

Wolf's ears flatten down against her skull. She's too far to listen, to comprehend his words. She runs at him as well, tumbling together to the asphalt, vaguely feeling him bite somewhere but the pain isn't nearly as apparent to her as it should. Wolf snaps at him in retaliation, clawing at his belly or face.

(Nico? I thought his name was Jake.)

Jelsa Mepsey wrote:(Nico? I thought his name was Jake.)

Sorry! i got my charries mixed up D:))

(In response to Ezra.)
"I'm immortal. I was born like that. Technically delivered like that. Now, are you going to let me go and deal with my ruptured stomach tissue and enjoy my time sitting, or am I going to have to shoot you?" She asked flatly. She could be at the drycleaners right now. Picking up her drycleaning. Or...sitting at home. Staring at a wall. Or picking up extra hours at work. Anything really, she wasn't picky.

Ezra glared at her, "Who or what are you?!"

(dude...remember 3 sentence rule.)

"I'm Riddle. Ordinarily I'd say nice to meet you, but I don't think that the situation warrants that... Displeased to meet you then." Riddle said. She sounded like her father. It was a bit bone chilling. "I would like to reiterate the pistol threat..." She pulled out a shiny gun from...some sort of holster, and waved it around. "If you're done stabbing me..." She trailed, implying that she would be going now.

(Sorry.. -.-')

"I can only die once, Riddle, unlike you. I'm Ezra." he smirked, shoving the dagger in his pocket after picking it up.

"Glad to see we've stopped being all...stabby." Riddle commented, looking at Ezra. "It was really...irritating." She paused awkwardly, bad at segueing into things. She didn't want to commit a non-sequitor. "Erm. I realise that most people can only die once, and was prepared mentally for the consequences of that. I even was perpared to go buy bleach to clean up the sidewalk with a credit card that I would have stolen off you. I may be immortal, but that is no reason to play me for a fool." She said coldly.

"I.don't have a credit card...." said Ezra. He pushed a side.the gun so it pointed at a diffrent.angle, away from him. "Well..Bye...."

Drew stumbled upon two wolves fighting and shook his head. "neither of you will win this fight. She's quicker than you are man, but you have more strength going for you." He commented, leaning against something, his arms crossed infront of his chest as he watched. "But, of course what do i know?"

"What do you mean...bye? As much as I really dislike you, isn't it protocol to offer some sort of reimbursement for my prolonged inconvenience? I mean...I'm bleeding." Riddle asked, remembering that she'd once heard something about saying sorry...or paying for it...whatever 'it' was.

(to ezra.)

"Boo-hoo, here's a bandaid." He said, digging in his pocket.and fishing one out. "Good. Bye."

"Excuse me if I find that...a little...disporportionate."Riddle said calmly. "I find this a bit more...qualitatively equal." Riddle shot him in the foot. "See....Equal inconvenience. I love practical applications of algebraic rules." She grinned. It was entirely humourless.

Ezra cried out in pain, "WHAT THE?! YOU WILL PAY!!!"

"No. I have simply distributed equal retribution, which negates the need to pay. In fact..." She handed the band aid back. "There. Now we are completely equal, and can continue on our own ways. We may want to come back later though and clean up all this blood..." Riddle commented, looking at the floor.

"What"s your problem?! You shot MY foot! MY FOOT!!!!" snarled Ezra.

"Technically...I could ask you the same thing. At least I had an appropriate motive." Riddle said, pushing a bit of hair behind her ear. "You implied that you had no motive...which in this case, makes you the one that should be recieving the questioning."

"I sad it was for.practice!" he snarled. He looked down at his bloody foot. "Now fix it!" He roared.

gh~
three sentence reminder~

Black&White wrote:Wolf's ears flatten down against her skull. She's too far to listen, to comprehend his words. She runs at him as well, tumbling together to the asphalt, vaguely feeling him bite somewhere but the pain isn't nearly as apparent to her as it should. Wolf snaps at him in retaliation, clawing at his belly or face.

Pain shot through Jason's underside as her claws scrapped him, but he pushed it to the back of his mind as he opened his mouth aimed a bite at her leg. He distantly heard someone (Drew) talking, faintly felt their presence, but his attention was on the wolf and his thirst to kill.

Wolf felt him bite upon her foreleg, snarling from the small memory of pain. She only cares about drawing blood and the killing blow as she still claws him, still snapping at his neck for the taste of his blood. She can hear it all running through him by the pounding of his heart. She gives a growl of frustration and bites at his face to get him off her.

Drew scowled at the two wolves as they fought. "Seriously, what good is this doing you two?" He asked them, and continued watching.

Jason jumped off the other wolf just as her teeth caught his forehead. Ignoring the screams of pain his body was giving him, he spun on the boy, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

Drew sighed and saw the male wolf turn to him. "you really wanna fight me?" he asked, pushing off whatever he was leaning on. This would be the first fight he had in a long time, and he was prepared for it.