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( ONE : VIDEO )

[ since waking up in the pod, dean's had quite the eventful time. between people telling him he's been here twice before, some nut job hiding behind a red smiley face, and cas being anything but the angel he remembers from home-- well, needless to say dean's feeling a little like someone who had the rug pulled from under his feet.

that, and the now clear memories of what went down back home on top of it all make for shit storm he's not quite ready to deal with yet. if ever.

but speaking of home, there's something that's been bothering more as he's watched the network ever since the jump had landed him in this mess. so today finds him poking this very problem. ]

So, about people going home.

I don't get it. What's the big deal? Ain't it a good thing when someone gets a couple post stamps slapped on their forehead and then shipped off back to whatever factory they popped out of? I'm not saying whatever's waiting back home is all sunshine and puppies for everyone 'round here -- [ it's no paradise he's ready to kick some ass for either. ] -- but settlin' like this place is some kinda home doesn't seem right. Especially if the things I've heard 'bout our ride're true.

[ he gets that things haven't been exactly a breeze on the ship, really. ]

Just sayin'. Sounds like an awful lot of people gettin' too cozy 'round here.

[ and with those deep and meaningful thoughts, dean cuts the feed. ]

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Then I'll drop on the spot from shock, because I am not wrong. Do not mistake me: I'm not correct all the time. But in this, I am.

Can't wait to see that, then. I'm make sure to record it, too, for any future fits you might have.

So where are you, then? After all, my being wrong is completely predicated upon you being the sort to do harm to someone you think is defenseless. Yet you provide nothing but excuses followed by disclaimers that, no, truly, I'm incorrect.

[ SIGH-O WELP. ]

Fine, if you really want a black eye, let's do this.

[...What no.]

Save that you'll not go through with it.

No, since you're so insistent, and I'm startin' to think it's the only way to make you shut up, how 'bout you dish out that room number, or go smell the flowers in the Oxygen room? Or do you want me to take the long route and come find you? I mean, I've been itchin' to punch somebody since the whole blue goo thing, so might as well.

[Ugh what

Well, he probably just wants to make Edgeworth back down - ]

The oxygen garden, then. Ten minutes.

[ prepare for a black eye, or two. definitely a broken lip. run that mouth too much, and it'll be bones next.

dean sounds almost pleased. ]

Peachy. See you in ten.

[OOC: Do you wanna action this out my broseph, because Edgeworth has a slight case of telekinesis and that might be super-fun(?) for Dean]

[ ooc; let's do thiiiiiiiiis X(!! ]

[ so oxygen garden, huh? dean definitely missed that on his one-man welcoming tour, but a few false turns (or twelve) later, he's pretty sure he's on the right tracks. if the vegetation is anything to go by, anyway. of all the places, he's pretty sure he never thought he'd have to beat someone up in a goddamn greenhouse of all places.

but let's do this then. ]

[Edgeworth had arrived in the Oxygen Garden a bit late, because he'd taken the time to get his dog some water and food, then changed out of his suit and into his jumpsuit - because he was quite certain that Winchester would just mock his cravat, and he had no desire to see it rumpled. So he'd assumed Winchester would already be there...But no. So he'd planted his feet and crossed his arms impressively...But no. Nothing. No-show.

Annoyance has caused him to sink out of his impressive posture and into something a bit more petulant - arms crossed not in forboding disapproval, but just in annoyance, and frown become a scowl of irritation. He's about to leave when finally - ]

Mr. Winchester.

[ the only clue that gives away dean knowing he's late is the smirk that crosses his face when he sees edgeworth. should have really taken the chance to get outta here when you had it, buddy. a quick once-over is had, one which leaves him looking pretty unimpressed, before he's cocking a brow. ]

Edgeworth, right? I'd say it's a pleasure, but - [ he makes a face. ] -nah, it's really not. Though I do gotta admit you look just about as annoyin' as you sound.

It seems there's a reason that your reputation for wit does not precede you.

[Edgeworth's voice is drawling and sarcastic; he fixes on his face an appropriately goading sneer.]

Now, shall I lay down upon the ground? Will that make it easier for you?

Nah, s'alright. [ he'll make sure you end up on the ground one way or another.

and really, that's about as much of an invitation as dean needs. it's not like he particularly enjoys this (or maybe he does, just a bit) but edgeworth had been all but begging for it, so what's teaching one asshole a lesson, anyway? so one, two steps and his fist is flying right for that sarcastic, sneering face of yours. ]

[Which - Edgeworth has no intention to defend himself - at least at first - and even if he did, well, that came suddenly enough and hard enough that it catches him totally off-guard. Edgeworth's not incapable of defending himself now, but he still doesn't know how to take a punch, and so he just stumbles back, blinking in shock before he trips over a patch of dirt and lands hard on his butt.

That really hurt.]

[ oh.

dean had half-expected the guy to pull out some secret moves, make this a little more interesting. after all, it's not often that someone who really can't take a punch goes asking for it. so once edgeworth goes down, dean's left to just blink at him. ]

For someone who knew this was coming, you sure look shocked. [ beat. ] Don't tell me that's the first time you've been punched. I mean, with your attitude...

[He lifts his hand to his jaw and presses there. No question that it's going to bruise, and he still feels disoriented, like his brains have been shaken about. Even so, he answers, though his voice sounds a bit distant - ]

Of course not.

[He drops his hand from his jaw and leverages himself up to his feet.]

And I wasn't shocked. I was - stunned. There's a difference. It was a physical reaction.

[ dean watches warily as edgeworth gets up, but then can't help but roll his eyes. ]

We gonna argue 'bout that now? 'Cause you know I can punch you again just to see if it's really shocked or stunned. [ honestly, he's surprised the guy doesn't permanently wear bruises or black eyes with the way he keeps going. ]

[Right - he realizes belatedly he probably should have stayed on the ground to test the fellow's cruelty. Still - he squares his shoulders stubbornly and nods.]

As you will.

[ edgeworth, you're doing this wrong. dean just stares at him for a moment, hard lines forming an equally hard expression. ]

Seriously, what the hell's wrong with you? Is this some kinda masochistic kink thing you dragged me into 'cause no one else has agreed to play along?

[Edgeworth's eyes narrow slightly on masochistic kink - though not out of anger, but just confusion; the kid is too homeschooled to really fully grasp still what all that's about. Once Dean stops talking, though, Edgeworth frowns - ]

I've made this clear multiple times; I'll try to make it explicit, since apparently you're not quite able to follow along. You're not a bully, and you won't assault someone unarmed. And I'm going to reveal that lie of yours.

[ it's funny how quickly edgeworth's words seem to get under his skin, because it's another flash as his hands curl into the fabric of that stupid jumpsuit's collar, a harsh shake following. ] Do you want me to bury you in here somewhere or something? 'Cause I sure as hell already assaulted someone unarmed, or did you miss the part where you fell flat on your ass?

[He almost stumbles backwards again, but this time recovers his feet to plant himself solidly in the ground so that he can keep himself comparatively still during that shaking. He meets Dean's eye directly, and there's a ferocious sort of stubbornness there, and in the set of his jaw, and in his voice when he speaks:]

I provoked you.

Pretty sure that's how it goes in every case, buddy. [ stand in his way, colorful commentary or whatever else is more than enough to get dean into kicking someone's ass, armed or not. ] If you're tryin' to prove that I don't beat up people randomly, well, that's a whole 'nother story, ain't it?

[And Edgeworth reaches up to grip Dean's wrists to dislodge him from his collar.]

And that's not what I'm trying to prove. What I'm trying to prove is that you'd not do harm to someone who won't fight back. Do you comprehend?

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