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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 8, 2009 15:59:51 GMT -5
She wanted him to suffer. How dare he hurt her children. How there that bastard touch them! She could feel her fury continued to build as she stalked through the hallway. She didn't give a fuck if Xiven had told her to back off several times, he had gone too far. Nonchalantly she slammed open the door to his office. A large psychotic smile plastered on her face. It was clearly unnatural, and far from her normal cheerful expression. Normally she would take everything with a grain of salt. Normally she would just take a few deep breaths and walk away from a matter that upset her so. But this. This was pushing far too much. It was impossible to ignore what he had done to both of her daughters. The bastard had violated Xiven and she kept going back to his sorry ass. And to top it all off he tore Eldy's ear off. Eldy. Her darling harmless daughter.
"Hello Apocalypse," she said with a slight hiss. The smile was still plastered on her face despite the clear hatred in her voice. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 8, 2009 16:10:30 GMT -5
Work was slow. It was mind-numbing, and Apocalypse was zoning out as he went over what seemed like the same proposal for the fiftieth time that day. It probably was. Some crazies seemed to think that if they sent it more than once it would be more worthy. It took the man by surprise when his door was so violently opened. He turned his chair slowly, a bewildered and curious expression bright on his face. Who was in such a hurry to see him? Generally, such a rush could either be very good, or very bad. It all depended on who waltzed in. There was a flicker of disappointment on his face when he saw Peaches standing there, and his mouth smoothed into a thin line before a rather dull smile took its place. Fuck, he didn't feel like dealing with her today. She looked downright insane - maybe she'd gone and gotten herself knocked up again. Either that or something else was going on, but either way, he couldn't find it in himself to care. What she did on her own free time didn't interest him. He found it was easiest to coexist with Peaches when he ignored her, and he'd managed to get his irritation down to a reasonable amount. It had taken a while to do so. So why the hell would she come back now, of all times? " Hello, Peaches," he answered amicably, giving her a small nod. " You know, they make medicine for that. Either that or you can just change your diet to get a little bit more fiber." That would probably fly like a box of rocks, but he just didn't care. Clearly she had a reason for speaking with him in person. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 8, 2009 16:25:47 GMT -5
(( OOC: Permission to slap granted. ))
She narrowed the gap between them with a few large stride steps. Her expression went from psychotic to straight laced in an instant. Without a moment's notice or hesitation her hand raised up and swept downwards to smack the man clear across the face.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" She hissed as she took a step back. "In the first place you maimed Xiven. The only reason I said nothing was because she stopped me. And I still can't fucking grasp why she loves you so much when you're nothing but a self centered arrogant jackass but there's nothing I can do about that. But who the fuck are you to tear off my other daughter's ear? Who the fuck are you to hurt my babies?"
She slammed her hands down on his desk, her eyes narrowed. "And if you ever hurt them again, I swear on the grave of my brother I will make you suffer a fate far worse than death."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 8, 2009 16:39:30 GMT -5
There just wasn't enough time for him to react. He saw her approach, saw the swing, knew what was coming.
He just didn't do anything to stop it.
Something told him that he probably deserved it, and that might have slowed his movements. Gingerly, he raised a hand as Peaches began to rant and rave, lightly touching his cheek. It was tender. He'd probably bruise. Really, with that thought, he didn't care if he deserved it. The anger he'd felt with Peaches before rose in the back of his throat, hot and bitter, and he slowly looked up at the woman.
"Remember your place, Your Excellence," he said in a placid tone, betraying none of the fury he felt. He didn't have to deal with this. He'd come to terms with it again and again, the regret that he felt for what he'd done to Xiven, and, to a certain extent, what he'd done to Eldy. After all, Peaches was the person he'd wanted to injure then. Now she was very kindly putting him in a position in which he could do so, even if he knew it was a bad idea. He just had to keep relaxed.
Apocalypse stood abruptly, his hands clenching into tight fists. "We agree on one thing, but I don't think it's your place to tell your daughter what or who she does with her private time. From what I've heard, she learned a lot from you in regards to what she likes. If I ever hurt her again, rest assured knowing it was entirely consensual." a slow smile made its was across his face, the points of his teeth showing. "What happened between Eldy and myself was between Eldy and myself. If she needs her mother to stand up for her then I had a damn good reason to doubt her Heart pride."
His voice never wavered, never grew in volume or pitch. He just spoke calmly, his slit-pupilled eyes locked on Peaches. The spell was strong in his mind, and for a moment, he wondered if he should let it free.
He did. After all, she attacked him first, and the spell didn't actually cause physical harm.
"But I feel the need to repeat myself. Remember yourself, Your Excellence. This is not in your best interest."
Strong Magical Ability
When activated, he can inflict mental pain on another card of any suit, once per day. The degree of pain is equivalent to that of a thin blade being pressed more and more closely to their throat until they can actually feel their jugulars being sliced into. This usually causes them to pause and cough horribly while they regain their breath. Once they cough, it stops his spell, but he can start it up again ten minutes later as many times as he would like. This ability only affects Cards ranked 10 and lower fully, it can be used on Jacks once a day, and doesn't affect Kings and Queens.
Pain Ability Boost
His pain ability now affects all Cards except for Queens and Jokers.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 8, 2009 16:53:56 GMT -5
She wanted to punch him in the face. Or something. Her whole body was shaking with furry as she stared at him. Remember her place. He was a titled King, but that didn't give him the right to abuse his own Queen and her family. Her face was slowly turning red with fury as she remained quiet.
Who was he to insult her family's Heart Pride. He didn't understand anything. She could feel her heart pounding in her head as her eyes narrowed. There was nothing she could do against him. Really, she could use her fan. It was sorely tempting. And at this point she didn't care what anyone would say.
She opened her mouth speak, only to find the sudden feeling of something pressing against her throat. She reached up to hold it, the collar of her jacket clearly covering the spot that was in pain. That bastard had used his pain ability on her hadn't he? Her whole body jerked when she felt the sensation of the invisible blade cutting into her jugular. Coughing and sputtering she struggled to catch her breath, falling to her knees.
Peaches could still feel the burning rage as she looked up at him, struggling to regain her breath, tears in her eyes from the pain. Her jacket was only making it harder to catch her breath, and she was dangerously close to hyperventilating. Her face flushed in panic.
Asshole.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 8, 2009 17:00:51 GMT -5
Oh, this was lovely. Apocalypse flushed as well, but his was a flush of pleasure, of happiness. He was having fun, all things considered. His cheek still hurt, but as soon as he saw the pain of another, it ebbed into something else. He wouldn't use his pain-ignore ability. He wanted to feel every blow she managed to get on him, to fuel his own movements. Justified. Self-defense. She attacked him, and if she continued to do so, he could keep right back exchanging blows.
Of course, now there was nothing he could do that wouldn't actually hurt the woman. That was a shame, for her at least. The pain ability hurt quite a bit, but her throat was fine.
It didn't keep her whimpered gasping from sending a twisted grin across his face, eyes going bright when she finally collapsed. He towered over her, brushing his fingers across the marking on his chest, bringing forth the massive weapon. He didn't hold it in a particularly offensive way, he wasn't going to use it. Yet. He just held it, resting the blunt end on the floor to hold most of the weight.
I know I don't like her much either, Pale, but be careful. I don't want you to screw up worse than you can talk your ass out of.[/i]
He didn't need Rhiannon to tell him that. When Peaches raised her head to glare at him, his smile faded, a cruel gaze replacing it. "You've felt this blade before, haven't you?" he hissed, a hint of pleasure in his tone. "Except back then, it was my blade. I wanted to taste your blood then. I'm sure Rhiannon would be more than happy to taste it now, though. Fight me. Fight me or get out."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 8, 2009 17:11:29 GMT -5
The woman's eyes widened as she watched him summon his weapon. It was bad enough that she couldn't breath as it was it just added to the panic. Shit. SHIT.
She tugged at her collar as she struggled to gain her composure looking at the ground. Wasn't it obvious that she couldn't breath? All the anger and the frustration wasn't helping the situation. She couldn't even muster a whimper as she wheezed in horror.
Right. This is why she tried not to get worked up. It made sense now that she was struggling to gain composure. There was only one thing she could manage to do. Use the first ability that popped into her head so she could escape, and more importantly gain some sort of composure. Her shadow ability. That would work. Of course she would leave her straight jacket behind... but at this point it was either die from a panic attack on the floor at this stupid man's feet.
Amazing Ability: She is now able to change into a shadow once per week. She quite literally becomes a dark shadow of little to no substance. She weighs nothing and her clothing and bindings fall off of her and into a pile when she changes.
She can either replace another persons' shadow and follow along as theirs (though they may notice that it's shaped like her), stand in another shadow, or just hover around the ceiling, under a door crack, wherever. After three hours, the effect will wear off and she will change back at once, leaving her to search for her clothes and bindings once more.
The only drawback is that if someone says her name, the spell will be broken at once and she will become corporeal again.
Odd though...wile she is a shadow, other shadows feel more real...she might even be able to talk to one or two...
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 8, 2009 17:36:29 GMT -5
The effect that summoning his weapon had was utterly stunning. He could tell she was having issues with catching her breath, and as soon as it looked like a serious situation, he'd make a move to help her. It seemed like all he needed to do for now was stand there and look intimidating, which really, he was all too happy with doing. It was easy.
He also wanted to swing at her, not to hit her, but just to see what she'd do. Maybe she'd piss herself. Or throw up. Or both. It'd almost certainly be satisfying. He'd wanted to put a bit of fear into the woman for years now. He would have done it much sooner if he'd known just how much fun it would be. Pity she didn't seem like she would be fighting him further, that would really put a little excitement in his day. He shifted his grip on the weapon, placing his other hand on the hilt.
Maybe he would take a swing at her. He was confident in his and Rhiannon's ability. He wouldn't actually hit her. Maybe he would just enough to clip a strand of hair off, a souvenir. Maybe he'd nick her ear. Wouldn't that be appropriate?
Regardless, just as Apocalypse had slipped his weapon into its proper grip, Peaches vanished. Her clothes just crumpled, seeming to go completely empty. He stared at the pile, frowning.
Well. That sucked.
"So long, Peaches," he murmured as he set the butt of the scythe down again, leaning against it and shaking his head. A pity it had to be over so soon.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 8, 2009 17:51:03 GMT -5
She was safe and she could breath. At least that's what she thought for a moment. She wasn't able to get very far before the man said her name. And that shattered the spell. Of course he just had to say her name. Not call her a bitch of anything of the sort. And there she was, on the floor, completely naked on her hands and knees. It was an utterly compromising and embarrassing position to be in. She could feel the tears in the corners of her eyes as she scrambled backwards. It just got better. There was an alarmed sound that came from behind her. There in the door frame was her daughter. The woman had a shocked expression on her face as she looked from her mother to her lover. What had been going on between the pair of them? What....? Peaches made a horrified sound as she grabbed her clothing. As fast as she could possibly go she brushed past her daughter, clearly crying as she went. Xiven was more than a little alarmed as she looked back at Apocalypse. "What the fuck did you do to her?" Yes. He was the bad guy for the moment. He should have known better. She had only heard from a maid that her mother was going to go after Pale, but clearly something had gone horribly wrong. She knew her mother must have been furious, and Pale was still angry about her little "prank" that she had pulled. It just made things more complicated but this.... |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 8, 2009 17:59:54 GMT -5
Oh, this was priceless! He never could have known the effect that his muttered incantation of her name would have forced her back into a solid form. It made sense that she'd be naked, after all, her clothing was still in a bundle at his feet. Really, it didn't matter that he hated her unabashedly. She was naked and in an utterly compromising position, and he had quite the view.
Apocalypse leaned back against his desk and grinned at her, unable to bite back his laughter. It was loud and delighted, ringing out clearly in the room. This was perfect. He couldn't have planned it better himself. Of course, things didn't end there. Xiven walked into the room and gave them the most incredible look. "'allo, Xiven," he said cheerfully, mirthful tears still shining brightly in his eyes. Rich. This was freaking rich. Especially when Peaches bolted out of the room, sobbing in a way that screamed "horrified".
He'd always told Xiven that he'd get her one day.
All the glee was shattered in an instance by the look on his Queen's face and the tone in her voice. Apocalypse was actually taken aback by it, staring at her and furrowing his brows. "I... what? What did I do? I didn't touch her, unless you count my cheek against her hand when she waltzed in here and slapped me." there was a bit of a whine in his voice. He hadn't earned Xiven's anger. In fact, he'd gone out of his way to make sure he didn't. "She came in, hit me, and threatened me. I used my pain ability on her. She vanished and then just kinda... popped back into being. At least she remembered her clothes."
He poked at the bundle with his foot, then looked back at the other woman. What the hell was this all about?
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