Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140512193524/@comment-3293219-20140514223319

Set ran over as the ward dispersed, leaving everyone unconscious or very weak from the expose to the extreme heat. Jaryl, who was closest to the center stood up as Set ran over to Maria placing his hand on her cheek.

"Jary? You oka-"

"No, shut up! G-Get away from us you psycho... fuck!" Jaryl yelled at him, limping over to Isis and gently lifting her to her feet.

"The fuck were you thinking!?"

"Settle down asshole..."

"Settle down? Are you fucking kidding me!?" Jaryl gawked, dumbstruck by Set's inability to care about anything but himself and his own sick desire to big himself and act on petty grievances.

"You nearly got us all fuckin' killed!"

Set paused, sitting Maria up to help her recover from the faint faster.

"I know but I had to..."

"Had to what? Let that crazy fucker microwave us, whilst you played knights in armour?" Jaryl asked, refusing to oppress his frustrations.

"Your brother? Sister? Fuck man, even your own girlfriend was in here and what do you do? Attack that asshole!"

"Oh, so what was I supposed to do? Hack the fuckin' thing down with my sword?" Set snorted, resting Maria's head against his elbow and wincing as it came into contact with the burnt flesh.

"There was no gettin' out of it, whilst Telemachus was here..."

Jaryl continued to watch him, disgusted by his lack of responsibility, he clenched his fists, ready to hit Set if he came over to him.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He asked, as Set turned his attention back to Maria.

Jaryl knew that he was being ignored; he took a step forward, swallowing the pain of putting his weight on his injured knee.

"I wish you'd died in that fuckin' corridor!"

Set's eye sharpened as he looked back to his brother, who had recently grown a pair and approached him, unfortunately Set always had the upper hand. Set was always better at everything, fighting, berating, brawling, swearing...

The only thing that Jaryl was any good at was getting high and even then he only won that by default.

"Well then, maybe you should work on your stabbin' technique a little better..." Set grumbled, laying Maria down as soon as her face wasn't as red.

"Y-You knew?" Jaryl asked, looking terrified of what was about to happen as Set stood up and caught his eye, with that old murderous glint.

"I knew... You didn't exactly hide it very well. You've been avoidin' me, ever since it happened and the one time I do talk to ya, ya flinch."

As Set finished his deduction, Jaryl swallowed, hard. He was still mad as hell but he hadn't expected Set to be this civil about it...

"Yeah? Well you fuckin' deserved it..." He added, looking away in anger as he went over to help his sister.

"I know Jaryl..." Set whispered to himself.

I know...