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Post by Lucca on Jul 31, 2009 16:26:06 GMT -5
 This. Sucked. Eldryia groaned as she shuffled her way unhappily away from the stream that she'd all but fallen into just now in her attempt to make the dizziness go away. It was a beautiful day in the Highlands, all sun and blue and green and a slight breeze, but she couldn't make herself enjoy it. Not with how awful she felt. Worst of all she knew why. Stupid Yarrow Gardens. Why had she ever thought it was a good idea to go there? She let out a soft mewl of distress as her stomach pitched unhappily, shaking her head to try and rid the lingering fuzziness from her vision. At least she was up today, and able to walk around. This was an improvement from yesterday. Still, she was looking forward to finding a nice hotel in the next town she came to and waiting out the rest of the sickness in relative comfort. Her ears perked forward slightly as she saw a break in the trees. Was this a sign of such a town? Her pace picked up just slightly, and she ignored the feverish aching of her limbs. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 31, 2009 23:18:40 GMT -5
There was someone else on the trail into the town, except he was heading in the opposite direction, back towards the Heart Court. Cabin fever. Restlessness. Whatever you wanted to call it, he'd forced himself out, forced his way past everyone who'd tried to throw him back into bed, and left for the nearby town. He needed fresh air, needed a break from all the people who wanted to hover over him and poke at his injuries and yell at him when he tried to do the same thing. He wanted to feel normal again, so he'd just... left. He'd waved off Xiven's worries and told Rhiannon to stay behind so that they would know if something had happened to him. It would serve her right. Then, he'd had a lovely day in the small town. He sat on a bench in the sun, visited a small local garden, and bought a trinket for Linnea and Xiven. When he'd left again, he'd been in a remarkably good mood - until he caught sight of his own reflection in a window. The face that looked back at him was still bruised - bandages held gauze in face over the eye that had been punched hard enough to break a vessel. His hair was a wreck, and there were so many bandages around his body that he might as well have been wearing a shirt... It was so damn pathetic. The man growled as he lurched away, stalking down the street. If he'd been in (or even had) a biped form, his tail would have been lashing behind him. Really, it was just bad luck that his anger had reached a near fever-pitch when he stumbled upon the purple and black feline. It was truely unfortunate that she looked so much like her mother. Apocalypse opened his mouth and hissed, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as he looked at her, his jaggedly sharp teeth bared. He didn't really care that he had no idea who she was. She looked like Peaches, he was in a terrible mood, and he wanted to regain some of the ego he'd lost in that alley. He would act based on how she responded to his angry hissing. |
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Post by Lucca on Aug 1, 2009 8:55:11 GMT -5
When she first heard footsteps on the road, she ignored them. After all, it was a main path, and she expected to see other travelers when she was on the main path. And the very last thing she wanted to deal with in her current state were people of any type. She kept walking at her slow but steady pace. But when she heard the hiss, her ears went back. Was that directed at HER? What had she DONE to merit such a reaction? Already being in a bad mood, she turned to the sound of the voice and hissed right back.
"What's your problem?" she demanded, before...she got a good look at him, and her eyes widened in recognition. In all her spying on the Heart Court, she knew just about everyone there. She knew him, but she would be very surprised indeed if he'd ever seen her.
"...You...you're...Apocalypse," she said in confusion, wondering what he was doing out here. When she had left, he'd just come back with his summoner. She hadn't had a chance to hear any rumors about their roles being switched yet. But she was too out of it right now to really register anything odd about a scythe being beat up.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 1, 2009 21:20:58 GMT -5
Hiss-fight between cats. If his mood hadn't been so awful, Apocalypse might have laughed at the sight, man and beast, teeth bared at each other. At his sides, his fists clenched tightly enough that he could feel his nails digging into his hands, which really just pissed him off even more.
Really, he was just in a bad mood, and even if Eldy'd been a bright and shining ray of sunshine he wouldn't have cared in the slightest.
A low growl escaped him as he glared at her through his one good eye. "Do I need to have one? And if I do, I certainly don't need to tell you." This was therapeutic. Maybe the Peaches-cat would just stand there and take a verbal beating for a little while, let him work off some steam. That would work wonders for his mental state, and maybe he'd even have a smile for Xiven and Linnea when he got back. He was starting to prepare himself for another outburst when she said something that made him freeze.
His vividly orange eye narrowed and his mouth closed over his teeth in a tight-lipped frown. "You know me?" he said softly, a dangerous note in his voice. She knew him, but he didn't know her. That was... a problem. His state wasn't something he wanted to get out to the general public, and as he had no idea who this woman was... He saw her as a mouth that needed shutting. So he'd rough her up a bit, make her swear to silence on the issue. It wouldn't be the same as trashtalking her, but in a way, it would be even better. "That's too bad."
He lunged forward, hands in front of himself as he grabbed for her, aiming to sink his nails into the feline and keep her from running.
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Post by Lucca on Aug 1, 2009 21:58:56 GMT -5
His very rude reply to her equally rude question went unnoticed as she just stared at him. What was he doing here? And what the hell had happened to him? He looked positively awful, worse than she felt, even. Like something had beat him up.
"You know me?"
She rolled her eyes at this, missing or ignoring the danger in his tone. "Of course I know you. How could I not know my sister's ex's weapon's human form?" she stated primly, not stumbling over the rather odd possessives. Though...now that adrenaline and anger was making her a little more alert... something was bothering her. She glanced toward his chest and her eyes widened. How was this even possible?...
But before she had time to think on it, he was suddenly LUNGING at her. Her eyes widened and all her fur puffed up as she tried to back up, but too slow...her reaction speed was not what it usually was, and she yowled more in shock than pain as she felt his nails dig into her side. "Oh, come ON!" she hissed, rolling to try and get away. "What the hell is THIS for?" What, so recognizing someone was suddenly a CRIME? Geez.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 2, 2009 12:40:48 GMT -5
Sister? Sister's ex? Weapon? That last part was correct, but everything else made Apocalypse bristle, part with upset that he could have just ignored her and there never would have been a need to keep her mouth shut. And she was related to Xiven... That meant that he'd feel very bad if he actually killed the woman, but at this point, his anger wouldn't let her get away unscathed. If his ears hadn't been small human ones, they would have pinned back against his head the second she noticed exactly why he was making a fuss over being noticed.
If he had a dollar every time he saw someone freak out...
His hands closed around her fur and he yanked, intending to lift her off the ground, ignoring the screaming of his injured body for the time being. He had enough adrenaline to function as if nothing at all was wrong. When her feet were off the ground he'd push, pressing her body against a nearby tree, his face inches from hers as he bared his teeth again.
"I'm sure you've noticed that things have changed," he said in a voice that was velvet-soft and dangerous. His good eye narrowed, the pupil a thin line in the expanse of orange. He couldn't kill her. That was a shame. It would almost be as good as offing Peaches, with how much she looked like her mother. He pushed that thought aside and continued. "What I am now is an issue of my own personal security. I don't want people to know about what happened, and that means I intend fully to close your mouth on this subject."
He waited for a response, his heart beating so hard in his head he could barely hear himself think. A trickle of blood would run down from his nostril after a moment, an injury from before reopening at the new strain.
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Post by Lucca on Aug 2, 2009 20:55:42 GMT -5
The cat hissed as she lifted him, struggling a bit, claws out, though not intentionally trying to swipe at him yet, in her struggle she may have unintentionally caused damage to the human. Her eyes narrowed as her efforts were useless; he was stronger than her physically, especially in her weakened state. She bared her teeth on a snarl as his face was right next to hers, still all fluffed up and ears flicked back. Her binding, now hanging heavily in the air, hit the tree with a dull thunk.
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him, Eldy's eyes flashed with a sudden ferocity as he showed his innate distrust. Yes, it was weird that he was somehow apparently a Card now...and she wouldn't deny she was curious about the how and why; after all, nothing like that had happened to the Weapon that had once been Queen Serafino's. But... "Do I look like a squealer to you?" she hissed venomously. "I'm not some impudent child!" Though you wouldn't be able to tell with her behavior sometimes. "If I could keep my very existence a secret for over twenty years from the entire Heart Court, what makes you think I can't keep your 'change' to myself as well?" Who would she have told, anyway? The only others she knew well probably already knew. Her mother, her sister...they were probably among the first to be made aware of...whatever had happened. Focused on his cruel-looking eyes, Eldy failed to notice the trail of blood.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 2, 2009 23:24:43 GMT -5
As claws were dragged across his arms, Apocalypse gave a barely perceptable flinch. It was a good thing he was so focused on holding her up - after all, the weight of binding plus full-grown cat was not exactly light - because he would have liked, very much, to kick her in her exposed belly. Instead he just growled again, his grip on her tightening until his knuckles went white. He hissed again when the blood reached his mouth, furious at the reminder of his physical weakness.
Everything else about being alive he loved. But having to wait for his body to heal.. He'd never felt so frustrated in his life.
And the cat was berating him? She didn't seem to understand. He had no idea who she was beyond that she was, apparantly, Xiven's sister, so why should he trust her? "A sneak?" he moved in close, slamming her back against the tree. "No, not a sneak. You look like your bitch of a mother." Oh, he hated Peaches. He hated her before he was real, but what she'd done to himself and Rosemary... He started to tremble even at the memory of it. She'd made him do something he'd never wanted, and it had resulted in fairly serious consequences.
Granted, none of it was this cat's fault, but he didn't care about that.
"I need some way to trust you won't let word slip." His voice had gone soft again as he looked at her through his narrow orange eye, forcing himself to take calm and relaxed breaths. He really wanted to hurt her. Badly. "I could just ask for your word, but what good is that without knowing that there will be consequences for your failure to keep quiet?"
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Post by Lucca on Aug 3, 2009 5:10:49 GMT -5
A low growl escaped her throat, followed by a slight hiss of pain as she was slammed back into the trunk of the tree. It wasn't so much the fact that it hurt much, but the fact that she'd done, in her mind, nothing whatsoever to warrant this treatment. Oh how she wished she'd just...not admitted she recognized him. That would have made things a lot easier. But she didn't try to hurt him back.
At least...not until he insulted her mother. One of the very few people that had always been there for her, even if she hadn't always wanted to be. One of the people she most trusted and idolized. "Don't you dare insult my mother," she said in a low voice, trembling a bit with rage and the feeling of being off the ground for so long. She didn't know what her mother had done to make him angry, but he had probably deserved it. Or, hey, with how reasonable this guy was, maybe all she'd done was introduce herself!
She let out a derisive snort. "Yeah, as if you could find me if I didn't want to be found. Guess who taught me to hide?" She let a slight smirk grace her muzzle...and then, without warning, she lunged forward, claws on all four paws out, trying to hit him wherever she could, though it'd be great to do so on a bandaged area...the surge of adrenaline making her feel suddenly stronger.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 3, 2009 21:11:11 GMT -5
"IOh? Why shouldn't I? She's a woman who used an ability that caused me to essentially rape a woman." he spat, feeling the heat in his face raise. He was so angry he could hardly see straight, the memory of what had happened filling him with the kind of embarassed upset that couldn't just be forgotten. That entire part of his life was just... awful. It was awful and he couldn't bring himself to just forget what had happened, not when proof of it danced around him in the most adorable form he'd ever seen. "She deserves all the insults I could give her and more."
There. He'd see how the woman reacted to that news. To Apocalypse, his shame was nearly unbelievable. In the Bog, rape was considered a grave offense, and while Rosemary had been completely willing at the time...
Really, Apocalypse felt completely violated as well.
Then this woman, this -child- was still berating him? Taunting him? He gritted his teeth and glared at her. "I've never had any trouble at all finding her, and if you're spreading Heart Court secrets, it's no longer just m --" a gasp escaped him as claws were raked across his arms and chest, shredding some bandages and revealing areas that were scabbed, some still bleeding. Apocalypse screamed with wordless rage as he wrestled her down, moving forward with his mouth open wide, intending to bite the woman somewhere, anywhere...
After all, she'd drawn first blood.
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