Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26450183-20150706232602/@comment-25908355-20150709194608

Bixbite: Iolite, hand me Jet's gem.

Iolite does so, as Bixbite grabs the gem, running her fingers up and down along the crack, as it slowly begins to heal. Soon, Jet comes out of her gem.

Jet: Eugh... These rotten rebels gunned me down in cold-blood! I raised my hands, I dropped my rifle, I said I surrender and everything! They just raised their rifles and riddled me with bullet holes! These cold bastards will pay!

Amerite: Yes, Jet, you say that everytime you get shot. Maybe if you improved your skills you wouldn't have to surrender.

Amerite gives Jet her cut of the money, as she grabs it and walks away, grumbling.

Bixbite: She mad.

Iolite: Yup, she real mad.