Climbing the stairs, Jury is returning home after a long day of doing nothing in particular other than shape rocks. The work is menial to her; despite her skill at it, masonry had never been something she enjoyed, although she could see the sense in Virtue placing her in this position. She'd anticipated her ability as a judge may not be needed for quite some time, and until she could get an office to herself Jury has been helping out the masons on occasion, whenever she and Partisan aren’t busy poring over stacks of legal documents. Trotting down the corridor, though, she catches sight of something a bit more interesting than yet another lump of stone needing shaped. A few figures are strewn inconveniently across the hallway; a barrel, some sort of weapon and an apparently unconscious black-coated, red-maned pony. Normally, Jury would have merely stepped round the sorry sight, trusting somepony else more suited to the job would come and clean the mess up, but unfortunately for her the offending articles are lying right in front of her door, blocking her way.
Hmph. she thinks to herself, levitating the weapon from the ground as she approaches.
Some sort of crossbow...gem-encrusted? My, my. Jury whistles appreciatively, marvelling at the quality of the weapon for a moment, before remembering she has an inconvenience to deal with.
Turning her attention once again to the incapacitated pegasus, she raps him smartly on the head with his own crossbow, intending to wake him up.
"Get up, you useless cur. Out of my way." she snaps, her tone irritated.
Jaxler wakes up in front of a door. He hasn’t the slightest clue how he got there or what happened last night. Before Jaxler can get up and scan his surroundings though, he is poked on the head and insulted. “Ugh... damnit, there’s no need to be bitchy...” Jaxler then realizes what he was being poked by. “Give me back my freakin’ crossbow.”
"Shut up, you feckless layabout, else I shall report you to the guard for misconduct and have you stay a night or two in the cells." replies Jury in a scathing tone, raising the crossbow out of Jaxler's reach. "Remove yourself and your barrel from my doorway, and then you can have your weapon back." she says, as if she were a schoolteacher reprimanding an unruly foal.
Jaxler is pissed. “Give me back my crossbow or else I put a hoof sized dent in your head, AND I AIN’T MOVING NOWHERE UNTIL I GET MY BUCKING WEAPON BACK!”
Jury, for her part, stands her ground, her indignation and fury growing by the second, though her voice remains glacially cool as always. "If you continue to threaten me and cause such an uproar in the hallway I will have you incarcerated for at least a week for causing such a godsawful clamour and disturbing everypony," she intones, sounding more bored than anything. "And I refuse to return this weapon to somepony as obviously unstable and ill-tempered as yourself. I shall be turning it into the town guard's office immediately. Now move your unsightly mess and get out of my sight."
Jaxler isn’t about to let some uptight annoying unicorn take his crossbow away from him. That just isn’t right, and furthermore the mare is so outrageously bossy and openly threatening him with jail time. So, Jaxler replies just as coldly “Prideful foals should learn to take threats seriously” and flings his hoof toward the arrogant pony’s head.
Jury sees the blow coming, but she doesn’'t really believe what her eyes are telling her.
He wouldn't dare, she thinks, and so it is quite a surprise for the purple unicorn to be smacked right in the face, falling backwards onto her rump with an
oof of surprise. Her nose starts bleeding, and she blinks a couple of times, stunned. The crossbow tumbles towards the ground, her magic having cut out upon being struck by Jaxler. As it clatters to the floor, though, Jury's brain catches up with what has just transpired, and her horn sparks into life, her magic made all the stronger by the strength of her rage. She scrambles to her hooves, pumping raw power into her horn in case the mad pony would continue his assault.
"You'b insane!" she screeches, speech slurred by her bleeding muzzle, the sheer magnitude of the mare's anger overriding her sense of fear completely. "I will thee you rot in the thells for this! Mark my words, you bucking psychobath! You'b going to pay for this!"
Jaxler walks up to his crossbow and slings it on his back. He then notices the unicorn’s horn is starting to glow. Jaxler thinks to himself for a moment. If he walked away right now and that pony hit him back it wouldn’t be self defense and she would be in trouble herself. So, he starts to walk away. “Thanks for giving me back my crossbow! I’m gonna walk away now, unless you plan on pressing any charges.”
“You’b going to be thtaring at dungeon wallth for a long, long time, you disgusting, vile heap ob manure! How dare you! You’b just a thug, a worthleth thug, and I will enjoy sententhing you to months ob confinement more than anything else in the ebtire world! There won't be enough alcohol in the world to make eberything feel better when I'b finished with you! ” Jury shrieks, backing away down the corridor and then breaking out into a gallop, bolting straight to Partisan’s office.
Jaxler watches as the pony starts to run away. “Up yours, bitch!” says Jaxler in retaliation. That pony really needed to learn not to insult somepony so much. Jaxler honestly felt like that punch was a public service, but regardless of how much good he had just done, he was still probably going to go to jail.
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Topic: Dawnpick (My Little Fortress) (Read 236444 times)