i can't help but notice. (OPEN + ATTACKING AN EXILER)

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    it's headed my way — dean winchester — the exiles — he/his/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]dean would flinch at the mental intrusion. goddammit, he hated that. seeing how all this force shit was possible hear, he should probably start seeing if there was a way to stop him from letting this crap happen to him. not to mention he was a bit pissed about the ultimatum proposed. couldn't just do something out of the kindess of his stone cold, robotic heart now could he? asshat. before the hunter could reply, he found himself being slammed on the ground.


    "jesus! fucking ass..." the wolfdog snarls out after his head knocks against on the ground. luckily, or unluckily however you looked at it, dean was not rendered unconscious but he could feel one bitch of a headache coming on. ignoring the fight breaking out between vader and negan's mindless toys, the hunter would give himself a once over. he'd be lucky if that didn't scar.


    rolling over onto his stomach to push himself up into a sitting position with a grunt. light green eyes track negan as they make their final demand. like i'm going to let vader keep my ass around after helping him. before dean could push anymore of negan's buttons by voicing his thoughts he found himself being picked up by the scruff again. "stop with the friggin' grabbing, i have four legs, douchebag!" dean snarls out before he finds his feet on the ground again. asshole. he's doing it just to show off at this point.


    the hybrid glares at the robotic lion as he waits for vader to either explain or get walking. wasn't like he could out run anyone at the moment, not with the pain pulsing up his legs from negan's lady-bat-friend. he was so burning to burn that damn thing. oh, and it looked like off they went. vader was lucky dean didn't want to be in some sort of debt to him. hell, he might have tried to fight his way out of here. by this point he had noticed oliver so the hope would be that the griffon kept him from getting himself killed. even if they wanted to play prison guard for him. suppose there's worse ways to be kept here. unless ollie obtained some sort of sadistic kink, dean would be fine if vader found a way to keep him from hauling ass out of here the moment he finished helped them (or not helping them). ignoring victorianpaw's comment, -she'd turned out to be almost as bad as negan, hadn't she?- dean would pad after the lion with a heavy limp as both forelegs strain themselves to keep him upright. sam's gonna kill me.


    shooting the griffon an indecipherable look, dean would find himself limping away from the scene after the lion. both his legs and side were matted with his blood which also stained the ground where negan had dropped him upon their arrival in the main camp. hopefully vader didn't want him to go too far. he'd probably end up needed to rest at one point which he doubted the other would allow. they'd probably end up trying to carry him like some sort of helpless puppy. with that thought in mind, the hunter would grit his teeth and force himself to maintain as normal of a gait as possible. "need of me huh? a postcard would have worked instead of letting negan indulge his bat fetish."

    "I did not plan to keep him in an actual prison. That's a waste of time. He's going to be working for us." Negan would tell Oliver before Vader's words pulled his attention away. He wasn't angry with Vader earlier for killing a bunch of his guards. No. But after talking to him like he was in charge of Negan? Nope. That did not sit well with him at all. Especially when he punctuated it by making threats to Lucille. Oh fuck no. No one threatened Lucille and got away from it. It was clear to anyone around them just how pissed off the man suddenly was. A low, dark growl escaped his throat, his muscular body only making itself bigger, nothing but raw anger flashing in his eyes. He was a ticking time bomb ready to explode and injure someone at any moment. "You better watch that mouth of your's. I am not going to your commands unless I request them. Don't step out of line." He turned around to face everyone else, his face twisted in an expression that was nothing but hatred. "Anyone try to talk to me after this, and it'll be your head smashed in this time! And I wont stop until there's nothing left up there!" he snaps to everyone else just to prove how pissed he actually was. He did not plan to stick around the area any longer. He was going back home. If the Windclanners wanted to fuck with the Exiler, so be it. he did not give a shit right now.


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    Vader would move with caution, clipping his hilt to his belt, and aiming to pick up Alice. He stares at Victorian for a moment, and pays no attention to Negan.


    Ivan approaches him, and Vader gestures to Victorian. Make sure she doesn't try to leave, He ordered the polar bear, then walked to his own cabin, expecting Dean to follow him.


    //out, probably

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    it's headed my way — dean winchester — the exiles — he/his/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]there went negan throwing yet another bitch fit. if anyone should be acting up it was dean. he was the one who got beat bloody with that damn bat after trying to make sure nothing too serious was happening out here. it didn't help dean's own cause to keep his own piehole shut when he heard negan's announcement that he was going to be their slave. in your fucking dreams. no way, he was getting the hell out of dodge. god, he'd left sammy all alone back in the exiles. hopefully mels would keep an eye on his little brother despite her own kit status. he thought sam was going to collapse after each step. shit, why the hell had he thought this was a great idea? oh yeah, because he thought he'd try to be a decent person and see if ollie and the rest of windclan wanted some help with the takeover.


    biting his own tongue hard enough to draw blood, the wolfdog would find himself limping after vader. this better be something good. if they had him repainting their cabin he'd kill the cyborg with their own lightsaber and then keep the damn thing -because it was a friggin' lightsaber...obviously. "so what the hell do you want from me anyways? i'm not cleaning your fucking cabin, that's for one. i'll take my chances with babe ruth back there instead." the hunter would ask. unfortunately, it would seem that robocop was going to keep that information to himself until they reached their destination. awesome.


    //out