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Jett gritted his teeth and advanced towards her until they were only a foot apart. He looked down at her with an icy glare and growled, "Who are you to talk to me about my relationship with Sacha?" He felt his pent up frustration bubbling to the surface. "I mean, what the hell would we even have to fight about? I learned a long time ago how fucking useless it is to try to get her to listen to me anyways," he spat. "What I didn't expect, though, was to find that she'd turned everyone was against me, as well," he muttered, eyeing her suspiciously.


Amelia blinks at the sudden hostility, instantly becoming defensive as she steps away from him warily. "I mean, Sacha's our leader, so we have to care about when she's upset, and you obviously did something, so..." She then frowns a bit. "Sacha never even mentioned you after you left Jett." She tilts her head, narrowing her eyes in thought. "Jett, she was crying for three days after you left." she shakes her head. "You really hurt her, whatever you did."
"Ah, I'm happy to hear that." Aya frowned at his description of his tent being cold and drafty. "It's no good for you to be sleeping like that. You should get some more blankets." At the thought of Destin needing something, Aya immediately remembered his herb situation and rushed over to her backpack. In the haste of helping him last night she'd not had the time to unpack the herbs she'd gathered when out with Brick. "You'll need some of these, right?" Consumed by her need to help him she'd not heard Destin's whispered words.


Destin nods and then laughs slightly. "I have so many blankets.." He sighs in relief as she doesnt catch what he said. He watches her then nods. "Yeah. But we should leave them on the shelves and organized before I leave. Otherwise they'll dry out." He walks over to help her unpack the herbs. That was always a favorite task of his. He loved smelling the herbs while doing it.
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"Dammit," Jett hissed as he shook his leg loosely, trying to ease the pain he felt in his throbbing shin. The Rabins haven't exactly rolled out the welcome wagon today, he thought scathingly. He glared back at her and snapped quietly, "I told you, I just need a place to stay, so Sacha gave me two weeks. You know I wouldn't have come back here to face everyone if I had any other choice," he pointed out, a look of pain crossing his face.


"If Sacha were a smarter leader, she would have cut off one of your ears or something." Amelia snaps. "Two weeks?! You do realize the pair of you are going to shout and argue all that time right?!" She scowls at him. "You're going to irritate the shit out of me. But I guess it's all about Sacha. And all about Jett. And all about your little drama isn't it?" She sneers.
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Jett sighs in frustration and glances around the clearing to make sure there was no one else around---especially Sacha. He knew there was no point in hiding the truth from her any longer, so he leaned closer to her and said softly, "How well do you remember what Sacha's 'stupid ex or whatever' looked like?" He cracked a small smile at her.


Amelia narrows her eyes at him. "Jett?" She breathes, then kicks his shin as hard as she can, before glaring angrily at him. "You're a real piece of work you know that!" She hisses, careful to keep her voice down as well. "Your stupid face! How could I ever forget. But that grin? Oh ho, I could never forget that." She scowls. "Why are you back here?!"
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"Yes, it is." Aya shifted to the side of the tent, sensing that he wanted to take a closer look at it. Even though it was her tent, a majority of the area appeared to be for communal use with two empty cots for the sick or injured and a chair between them where she could sit and keep watch if someone was dangerously ill. By one of the walls stood a cabinet in which the herbs and supplies she had were carefully sorted and stored. The cabinet had been some relic from the healers before her and its age was well shown with many scratches. Her cot was beside it with a small bedside table that held the few items that were hers alone; a torch, a pile of letters and a brooch of an owl with ruby eyes.
"I slept great, thanks!" Aya grinned, not really catching his nerves in the excitement of being able to talk to him. "Did you, as well? I know it's probably not the same as sleeping in your tent, but I hope it was okay."


Destin smiles warmly at her as he lets his eyes drift around the small space, taking in everything he could. He then looks at her and chuckles slightly. "I did sleep well. My tent's always so drafty. There aren't ever enough injured, not that that's a bad thing! to keep the tent warm with body heat. So it was a nice..change to sleep next to something warm." He mutters. "And pretty." He whispers the last part, kicking at the ground.
Leo blinked curiously and nodded some as he stood too. "Oh... hunting fun though... no moving prey kinda boring." he huffed.


"Yeah, but in the middle of winter, you'd want to take what you can get. And my poison takes three weeks to settle into a way that I can put it onto my knives." He begins walking, not looking to see if Leo would follow. "You'd have to be a pretty good hunter to take down a deer by yourself, especially me with my small knives. If I paralyze it, at least then I will be able to quickly and safely kill it."
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Jett snorted contemptuously at the mention of Sacha's date. He stared at the ground while Amelia went on, and was silent for a while before he knew how to reply. Should I tell her it's me? he wondered hesitantly. He gave the tiniest shake of his head, deciding against it for now. He turned and looked her straight in the eyes, and, avoiding her question, said cautiously, "Sacha ordered me not to converse with any of the Rabins. Why do you care so much anyways, Amelia?" Jett froze, immediately realizing that, in his anger, he had called her by name.


Amelia scoffs at his tone, rolling her eyes. "You know what? I don't give a crap what Sacha orders you. I'm bored and I wanted to come over and have a---" She cuts off and steps back, glaring coldly at him. "How do you know my name?" She growls, glancing at her crossbow by her tent. "You say you're not a Brom but seem to know an awful lot about this camp, my leader, AND my name?!" She balls her hands into fists. "Who are you?"
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Leo snarled lightly at the swatt, but huffed and pulled the leave closer to his face, sniffing at it. He wrinkled his nose and moved it away, growling some. "Oh, ok." he huffed and gave it to Xavier. "It gross." he muttered, before glaring at him. "How it get food?"


"It's a paralysis herb. I dip my knives into it, and anyone who is cut by them ,is paralyzed for a few hours. It makes it much easier to kill something when they arent moving." He shrugs as he gets to his feet. "Now, come on, let's go see what we can find, huh?"
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Leo came over and sniffed at the plants, scowling and plucking one of the leaves. "Food...?" he grumbled, about to nom it. He'd eat, even if it was green. He was literally that hungry, and Xavier was supposed to be leading him to food after all.


Xavier swats his face away. "No. This is poison." He says calmly, before chuckling. "We're going to get food, but I need these in order to do it." He sniffs the leaf. "See. IF you smell it, it smells really bad, doesn't it?" He asks, curious to see what the boy thought about it. He was pleasantly amused by this kid. Even if he did act dumb, it was a nice...relief to be away from all the fighting.
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Jett narrowed his eyes and thought defensively, We didn't fight that often... He paused and frowned at the foggy memories. ...Did we? He glanced over at her and smiled slightly, "I dunno, but I guess that means I'm pretty special." He let out a long sigh and rubbed his face with one hand after a moment he looked at Amelia and admitted, "Honestly, it just seem like she had a lot of anger just waiting to get out and I guess I was the punching bag." Hesitantly, trying to mask his curiosity, he adds, "I mean, is she, like, fighting with anyone else nowadays? Like a friend, or boyfriend, or something?"


Amelia shrugs a bit. "She's supposedly got a date tonight. But that's as far as I know. Sacha's personal life is quite boring to me." She lets out a loud, exaggerated yawn. "Anyway, Sacha doesn't just punch someone. I find it hard to believe you're just a punching bag. And honestly, she's been in a good mood before you suddenly showed up. So tell me. What did you do to her to make her hate you so soon after arriving?"
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