Ajax stifled a laugh, raising his eyebrows and putting on a completely stony face. "Of course. Not blushing. At all." He commented with a dull voice, though his eyes danced. Ajax looked at her as she pleaded... kind of... to hear more stories. (Ya know I can only think up so many stories on the spot XD) "Which one? There are way too many stories to just pick one." He snorted

I gave ye the opportunity to ask for her scars and it went - WEEEE - (out the window) but thats FInE

You'll dooo greeeeaaaat))

"How about..." Mercy paused to think for a moment. "Your favorite story." She answered. "Or the best one, in your opinion. Whichever you really want to tell me is fine." She gave him a warm smile.

-le snort- haha..))

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Ajax arched an eyebrow. "My favorite story? On getting a... scar? I know I'm not normal but don't most people ... not like how they got scars?" He joked with a chuckle. "Well most of my scars came from bar fights. Don't get angry yet. The best part... I have never gotten drunk I my lifetime, or after my lifetime for that matter, and the fights usually consisted of three drunk guys against my angered self." Ajax laughed, shaking his head slightly. "Then there was the time I got kidnapped... that was a good one. After my father died, my sister left, the my mother died... I was alone on the ranch. I took care of it by myself and it flourished to be the biggest ranch in Texas blah blah. Anyway, that meant I was of value... or my ranch was. Sooo some idiots decided to gang up and kidnap me. It definetely wasn't a pleasant adventure. I had a dagger stabbed straight through my wrist while they were trying to actually kidnap me." Ajax paused and held out his wrist to show a twisted, thick scar. "Then I have a couple more hidden under my hair where they bashed my head into concrete a couple times to actually knock me out. After I was there I did something they were not fond of, and ended up with a bullet in my shoulder." He paused again and pointed out a small scar more near his arm. "Aand after that I accidentally... cough cough... broke the ropes off the chain thing that was attatched to the wall and tackled the three guys in there that were watching me. That was absolutely hilarious to watch, if you weren't them. They all ended up rather mangled... hey, none of them died... that I know of... but I also ended up with a rather big scar across my chest from a flailing knife." He said cheerily, and it was also true... right through the eagle... splitting the tatto in half,... was a rather big scar that ran almost all the way across his chest. "Then I escaped and went back to the ranch as if nothing happened. The end." Ajax finished with a grin

"Well, not many people have quite as many you." She teased. She listened intently until he held his wrist out, wincing at the idea. She reached forward and gently grabbed his wrist, tracing a finger over the scar and tilting her head down at it. "That's horrible." Mercy said; looking slightly shocked that he spoke of it casually as she released his hand. She glanced at the smaller scar on his shoulder, which was minor compared to the others. She blinked in surprise at the huge scar across his chest, determinedly keeping her hands at her side. "Oh, thats a cheery story." She said sarcastically.

Ajax's eyes brightened. "You should ask how many Goose has, if you want to roar with laughter, then ask how many Rooster has, if you want some truly depressing stories." He snickered, allowing his hand to move forward so she could examine the scar. "Very cheery!" He agreed with a crooked grin, arching an eyebrow. "Soooo that is probably enough cheery stories for you... riggghht?" Ajax asked teasingly

She rolled her eyes at him. "I guess so. I would tell you about mine but they aren't too entertaining." She shrugged. "I guess I am all scar-storied out, though. You and your storied are exhausting." She teased, leaning back against the tree and grabbing a small strand of her hair to twiddle around her fingers.

Ajax widened his eyes, looking insterested. "No, tell me about yours. I'm sure the stories are more interesting than Goose's." He said enthusiastically, his eyebrows raised expectantly. Ajax chuckled slightly at her words, shaking his head slightly

She rolled her eyes. "Alright, if you insist." Mercy huffed, pulling her hair to one side and pulling the collar of her shirt back slightly to show a long, thin scar that ran from the side of her neck down to her shoulder, leaning closer to him so he could see it. "My brother and I were playing with our dog, at a dog park. He was seven, I was... nineteen? We were playing fetch. Sam threw the ball, Zane ran after it. Then, this random, huge dude comes sprinting out of nowhere straight for Zane, my dog. Goes to pick him up, dognap him, whatever. So, with my very intelligent brain, I ran after him and attempted to stop a man who was almost twice my size from stealing my dog." She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, it didn't end great for him or me. I think he cut me with... a pocketknife? I don't remember, but not before I peppersprayed the shit out of him. So, I kept my dog and got a great scar out of it. Win, win, right?" She added sarcastically, leaning back. "My other scar is right here." She said, rolling up her pant leg and showing him a long, deep looking scar that ran across her calf. "That..." She sighed, extending her leg. "Is how I died." She said resentfully. "My boyfriend was driving, it was dark, and a semi ran us off the road. We hit a tree. He lived with a lot of cuts and bruises, and I... I bled out. Not that he didn't try to stop me from dying. He did. Just... I was too far gone, I guess. Too determined to become an angel." She shrugged, staring at the scar absentmindedly.

Ajax looked at the scar before leaning back slightly to listen to the first story. As it went on, his expression grew stony and his face tinted slightly red. It would have confused most people, because that was NOT a normal reaction, but he was sure Mercy would know what was happening. He was trying quite hard not to laugh, and doing a pretty good job at it... except for his sparkling eyes. "Well... um... a... pocketknife?" He asked with a slight snort of air exscaping, his face growing the slightest bit more red as he supressed more laughter. "You... peppersprayed.." Ajax trailed off, trying not to breath for he knew he would laugh. That would not only hurt, but also be kinda rude. Ajax contained himself and looked at the other scar. That one looked a LOT worse. When Mercy told him what happened all the teasing look and happiness drained from his face, and his eyes lost their twinkle rather quickly. "I- I'm sorry Mercy." He said quietly, but then something kinda snapped. "At least your a damn good angel." Ajax couldn't help but saying, though his expression was still mournfull

"Screw you." She rolled her eyes at him as he struggled not to laugh at her story. "It's lame, yes, I know, but I tried." Mercy huffed, fiddling with her fingers as he became serious. "It's fine, plenty of people met worse ends than I did. It wasn't anything special. Actually; my obituary barely made the paper." She said, giving a half-hearted chuckle. "Well, I'm glad you think so."