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Post by Kitty on Jan 4, 2009 4:46:12 GMT -5
 It was, actually, a fairly nice afternoon for a stroll through the streets of the Capitol and Morpheus was in a positively wonderful mood. He'd taken the time to make himself look absolutely awesome, clean, shiny fur, hair pulled back into a nice little ponytail topped off by his beloved purple ribbon and, of course, the fancy suit he never went into public without. He'd finally gotten over the shock of having his eyes turned silver by that stupid mirror, who's pieces were still embedded into the walls. Aphasia said they were gorgeous ... and the little otter never lied to him. If Aph thought they were pretty, well... he could live with them then. Besides, the slight metallic sheen they had now was awfully nice ... from what he'd been able to see of it of course. He lifted a hand to admire his newest addition, he loved the way his glass talons extended the length of his claws and, more so ..... the way they glittered in the light. He tilted his hand slowly from side to side, watching cheerfully as the light reflected off the surface of the glass. He was almost happy enough to hum, almost. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 4, 2009 12:38:37 GMT -5
Where Zeus walked, people paid attention. It wasn't that he was pretty-- though he was pretty *#&$ good-looking for a Lowlander-- no, Zeus turned heads because he was, in his own way, magnificent. A Queen of Hearts with bipedal form, Zeus carried himself with the authority he held. The leader of the Hellhounds. Survivor of countless fights. A proud Lowlander. The final thing seemed to be in short supply here in the Capital. Zeus glanced around in disgust. He walked openly on the streets and had yet to see even one other Lowland. . . What could one say? He was striking. He drew the eye and not in the way a Lowlander usually did. Not, some would say, in the way a Lowlander should. Zeus narrowed his eyes and stared across the street at the other man. He wasn't hiding, wasn't pretending to look elsewhere, was staring blatantly and obviously at the other Queen. |
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Post by Kitty on Jan 4, 2009 15:03:35 GMT -5
He continued to enjoy the pretty that he had attained for a little while longer before he paused, pointed ears shifting backward slowly. He had that feeling... the type you got when someone was burning holes into you with their eyes. Someone was staring... and not in the way he liked either. His tail stiffened up a bit as he waited, waited to see if he was just imagining things. Nope, definitely not. There was someone who was being rather rude.
He peered over his shoulder with an arched brow, tail tip twitching in mild agitation. He couldn't pick out the person right off, couldn't be that lowlander over there, could it? It was and he couldn't help but curl his lip up in open disgust. He fixed his gaze on the other and scanned his bare chest for a rank ... another Queen, eh? He was content to return the male's stare, silver eyes narrowed. His great mood was already turning sour ... it really didn't take much. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 4, 2009 17:24:53 GMT -5
Finally the other Lowlander turned around; it was about bloody time. Zeus wasn't exactly accustomed to being ignored. Actually, he wasn't even used to not being noticed and the long pause until the ferret-y looking man had turned had filled the Doberman with ever-growing impatience.
Now that he had the other Lowlander's attention, Zeus let his gaze roam down and then up the un-rotted body and allowed the full length of his disgust colour his gaze.
That was what he was aiming for; what he had been close to achieving. . . right up until his tail fell off. The jacktard. How did he manage to be complete and whole when even Zeus hadn't managed it? It wasn't fair and it didn't make sense.
"Hey," he called, tone derisive. "How did you manage that?"
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Post by Kitty on Jan 4, 2009 20:30:41 GMT -5
The uncomfortable staring turned into the more favorable type for a moment... before disgust found it's way to the Queen that most definitely wasn't him. He was pretty, whole... perfect and this canine most certainly wasn't. The dog with his little stump of a rotten tail had no right to look at him like that, he usually only got those looks from people who didn't know what they were missing out on. however, he had no intention of showing this particular stranger anything. In fact the very thought of that... thing laying a finger on him made his stomach twist and threaten to revolt.
One ear flipped forward and the other rested somewhere to the side at an awkward angle. How did he manage... what exactly? All he'd been doing was walking along minding his own business, there wasn't anything particularly difficult about that... but it did leave him a nice, golden opportunity to be a complete ass.
By putting one foot in front of the other and repeating until I get to my destination.
And, just to be more of an ass, he gave a bit of a demonstration and took about three steps forward, a smirk gracing his features. This ... might actually prove to be sort of fun... instead of thoroughly annoying. He hoped the other Lowlander would grow bored and wander off to go fall apart somewhere else. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 5, 2009 2:58:35 GMT -5
Both of Zeus' ears flipped backwards at the giant rodent's flippant response and a low growl rumbled through his chest. "Oh, hardy har har, Mr. Comedian," the canine retorted flatly to the words, but now the little snot was parading about like a beauty queen.
The Hellhound pack leader's lip began to slowly curl up, baring his teeth for further inspection. "You're real clever, aren't you?" he snarled under his breath.
His rising temper had the direct effect of lowering the number of civilians on the street; this was a normal occurrence for him, however, and he paid them no mind. He did, however, take a few steps closer to the other man. "Full of jokes, are you? Pispard. Try using your brain and answer the bloody question." The insulting idiot. It would serve him right if Zeus backhanded him. He experimented with throwing his pain ability at the man, but it fizzled out; not a Club, then.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 5, 2009 3:15:35 GMT -5
He lifted a hand to cover his mouth as a giggle escaped his maw, were all lowlander's so easy to agitate? Mother definitely was, but the rat at least had more... creative names to call him. Perhaps this little puppy had an IQ about as high as the rating he held for looks? He almost giggled again at the though.
He had two choices, walk away and leave the filthy, agitated man behind or stay here and continue to push his buttons further. He didn't have to think long before he made his decision, it really wasn't often that he got to piss off another Queen that wasn't Osias or Khizr and, really, compared to Khizr ... Zeus didn't even register as a threat to him. He kept a Highland Queen of Hearts as a pet ... what more could a Lowland one possibly offer?
Entertainment, that's what.
And he'd finally figured out what the Heart must have meant ... he was inquiring about his perfection, wasn't he? A broad, toothy grin replaced the smirk as he straightened himself up, curled his tail and ran his hands along his sides in a rather sensual manner, too bad he couldn't purr to add to it.
Do you mean this? I was born this way of course. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 5, 2009 11:45:59 GMT -5
The growl was rumbling through his chest again. This blasted over-sized rat thing was seriously getting on his nerves. Of course, if the thing had tried to walk off, he would have chased him down. But he didn't, so at least that saved the Queen from that annoyance.
Zeus lofted an entirely unimpressed brow though inwardly his mind was whirling. That wasn't possible! Lowlanders weren't born without rot. Apparently Zeus had managed to uncover a deviant. That was just lovely.
If the man hadn't been so annoyingly arrogant, the canine would have pursued a serious conversation with the other man, but apparently all of his brains had been buffed out in an attempt to be 'pretty'. Lowlanders were not meant to be pretty! They were rugged! They were tough! They didn't wear purple suits and put ribbons in their bloody hair!
"Where in the Lowlands were you raised?" His tone had changed to the one he used when speaking with Trot; slightly condescending and filled with the knowledge that he was smarter than to whom he was speaking.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 5, 2009 12:55:14 GMT -5
Obviously the canine was annoyed, but he wasn't simply going away like he'd hoped. Normally the weasel-rat would have jumped at the chance for a bit of long distance brawl but he had someplace to be and by a certain as well. The doberman didn't have the look of someone that would just simply let him turn and sashay himself away from the situation, now that he really studied him. That's when he decided that he was not only going to stay and annoy the man but he was also going to see he was up for a bit of a game as well. He was certainly setting himself up nicely, staring at him like that.
That tone didn't make him think twice about casually lifting his left hand up to his chin to rest two clawed fingertips there, as if in thought, as he bode his time a bit. Well, he did have a little trick he'd just been dying to try out! And what better toy to try it out on then a Queen of Hearts? A smirk touched his muzzle as he started to speak, giving the man an answer first, he was rather proud of the fact that he'd been raised in a Palace, even if it was the one with the worst reputation.
The Court of Spades.
Before he even had the last word out he flicked his left hand forward, toward the canine's face and quickly jerked it back, activating one of the powers he'd recently acquired to keep up with his own little Highland pet.
If successful he'd give it a little time to see what type of Queen this dog really was as he gathered the contents of his lungs into a clear, whirling ball that was to be released within the course of a minute in the canine's direction.
This, of course, helped chase any city goers who happened to be in the street away. Really, no one would interfere in a fight between lowlanders any how, would they? Not that he really cared if he injured any 'innocent' bystanders.
Amazing Ability: Once a week he is now able to cause another persons' lungs to temporarily collapse. By making a quick, sharp gesture with his left hand toward their face and pulling toward himself, he is able to catch hold of the direct line of air leading back to their lungs and pull everything in it outward. This causes the victims' lungs to empty completely for a full thirty seconds, giving them strange floating black spots obscuring their vision, and most will collapse to the ground gasping...though some Queens can continue to fight regardless...though weakened. After thirty seconds, the victim will be able to gasp in large bouts of air again, clearing their vision but causing them to feel rather ill for a minute.
Once he has the air pulled from them, he is able to force it into a compressed ball in his hands and hold onto it for a minute, it then must be released in a rather strong gust of forceful wind that can be aimed at an opponent. This wind is enough to bull Queens and Kings a few feet backward, and knock Jacks and lower off their feet completely.
Using this ability on a victim more than once can cause a very strange reaction to take place, please PM the admin if this occurs. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 5, 2009 22:00:10 GMT -5
His lungs gave out; he didn't understand it at first but suddenly he couldn't breathe. The air was simply gone from his lungs and though he tried to gasp, nothing happened. Panic hit for a moment, but his life had been spent in combant situations dealing with wily and cunning adversaries who, on occasion, managed to be surprising, stupid as Josiggy dwellers were.
The first of the black spots began to float before his eyes before he reacted himself and used his gloves seriously for the first time. He notoriously used them to make people flip themselves off, but evidently he had to use them a different way today.
Because the man's left hand was outstretched towards him, Zeus instinctively took control of that entire arm. He couldn't make the man kill himself, but he could do a great amount of damage before he lost control of the limb. The first thing he did was try to distract the other Queen. Mo's left hand would now reach down with glass claws cupped together like a vicious blade and aimed straight for the Diamond's testicles.
The initial reaction was to give a rather tight-- and uncomfortable-- squeeze, but the ball of air hit him a few seconds later, shoving him backwards. With the air still out of his lungs, Zeus couldn't fully keep his balance. He over-corrected, falling forward and just barely catching himself, left knee all the way to the ground, right foot balancing him and his left hand touching the ground as well.
Surprised, the warning squeeze turned into something a bit more vigorous and potentially more permanent.
Black leather gloves: Though they're missing the fingers, these cracked leather gloves look quite stylish and will fit the wearer to a tee....they're massively comfortable and feel like velvet on the inside, weighing almost nothing and giving the wearer a cool, open sensation.
Putting these gloves on will result in them slowly (over the course of a day) attaching themselves to the skin of their owner and becoming a permanent adornment, peeling them off would result in the wearer skinning their own arms.
Wearing these gloves gives the owner and incredible new ability. They are now able to control the limb (only one of them) of an opponent for a full minute once per week. They will be able to make it do anything short of kill the other person...this includes slight maiming though it will probably avoid the eyes. <3
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