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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 7, 2009 1:00:31 GMT -5
That sticky stuff again. He'd remembered it well, after all his eye had been glued shut for two hours after the deed had been done. And now these things were being aimed at him again.
There was no way he could dodge, he wasn't fast enough for that. He cringed as he shifted to a bipedal form, that of an alligator. The sticky ooze hit one of his feet as he spun around to avoid it. The other glob ended up hitting his over sized tail, causing everything to stick to the ground.
Shit.
And now the man was doing something. Something horrible. He made an alarmed hiss when the hands started twisting into something that wasn't right. There were not enough curse words in any dictionaries to describe the amount of panic that was filling the Joker.
He did the only thing he could do, he activated the small ability he had and snapped his mouth filled with sharp and extra long teeth at the closest part of the man that he could reach.
Tooth Ability: Once a week, this SD is now capable of causing their own teeth to lengthen to twice their size for a full thirty seconds. During this time, their jaw will be excessively flexible and their own teeth are unlikely to damage them.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 7, 2009 1:30:44 GMT -5
The momentum forced Apocalypse forward, smashing him into the stuck body of his now-reptillian opponent. They crashed to the ground, the sticky goo keeping Conway from moving too much. The King was sitting on the other man, practically straddling him, but he didn't care. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl of pure, unsuppressed rage. The man's jaw was doing that terrible thing again, and he knew in that moment that he'd found the same Joker. Unless they all had the ability to grow turbo-fangs, but that seemed bloody unlikely.
When the other man lunged forward, Apocalypse moved instinctively, ramming his left hand and arm in the way. The teeth would scrape across the thick, leathery skin, but be unable to penetrate his flesh. Along his arm that was not the case, and the pale man screamed angrily as he felt his skin tear under the bite. His right hand was balled into a fist, and he slammed it into Conway's collarbone.
The extra 20 pounds of weight was rather nice when it came to hitting someone. He felt the bone shatter beneath his fist, wrenching his other arm to try and force his head back as he pulled his right hand back. This time, he stuck two fingers out, the claws deadly sharp. This time, he'd aim for the throat. He waited like that for a moment, wanting his opponent to see, to understand.
He was staring his death in the eye.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 7, 2009 1:56:53 GMT -5
(( OOC: I figured since Conway rolled a /four/ that Pale would adapt to his shift without a single problem. In fact he probably has a better grip. ))
This was awkward in every sense of the word. There was no escaping the man as he was pinned to the damn ground. He did make some contact with the man's arm, but that only proved to anger him.
And then there was a snap. A loud resounding snap that ran through his entire body. For an instant he had no idea what had happened. His entire body suddenly burst with a good deal of pain. He let out a horrified cry as he realized that his collar bone was shattered.
The pain was almost blinding as he could feel himself being pulled back. He shifted again in the process, it only made the pain worse but he couldn't focus anymore on the form he was in. He returned to that of a bipedal wolf, all the scars appearing, the missing ear, the strange black and dead hand. His tail was still glued to the ground, some of the fur was being pulled out, as well as in his feet.
He was still bleeding, his bones were shattered and the shift had just made things worse. And then reality hit him. There they were. Two sharp claws aimed at his neck.
Oh no. No.... no. He didn't want to die. "Please... my sister..." he whimpered. It wasn't any use. He knew he was going to die. He was already starting to feel dizzy from the blood loss as he choked. It hurt to breath. Everything hurt. Oh it hurt so badly....
Xiven had found her way to the bar only to hear the commotion that was going on outside. One of the cries almost sounded like Pale. What if...? In her terror she went to investigate.
To her utter shock she saw something that wasn't possible. The form of an alligator seemed to melt into the form of a wolf right in front of her eyes. The King of Hearts was straddled on top of the creature. Joker. It was a Joker. And he was ready to kill him. "APOCALYPSE!" she shrieked, "No! No!"
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 7, 2009 16:32:13 GMT -5
It felt weird to have his target pinned and then feel its entire body changing beneath his own, scales sprouting fur, the jaw returning to a more reasonable length. He felt blood ooze from his wounds, but he quickly activated his pain ability to deaden the ache they'd cause. His lip curled back over his teeth. It was a shame he wasn't going to get a chance to bite this time, but that was fine.
The Joker would be dead, regardless of how he finished it.
He hissed, the noise not entirely unhappy at the sight of the terror in his face, his injured arm gripping his neck and shoulder tightly, holding him down. The words that came from the canine's mouth made him pause, however, and it was during that pause that another voice reached his ears. He whirled, rather violently slamming one massive hand down atop the Joker's face, keeping him down.
"WHAT, Xiven?" He said, sounding more than a little annoyed. He had just been about to finish the job, and she... Ughhh. "This is that damn Joker. The one that almost killed me before."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 7, 2009 20:24:30 GMT -5
Conway found himself being forced to the ground, and finally he passed out from all the pain and blood loss, going limp in the man's grip. Ow.
Xiven hurried forward, closing the large gap between her and the two men. It really was a Joker! They really did exist. Her face lit up for a few moments. This was just an absolutely amazing find! If they really did exist... the possibilities were endless. And then she fully processed what Apocalypse had said.
"He's a Joker! That's exactly why you shouldn't kill him!" Xiven hissed at the King. "He's passed out already, get off of him. We need to find a doctor before he bleeds to death and then we're taking him back to the palace. This is not up for discussion either, Apocalypse."
If he wanted to argue with the angry pregnant woman it was completely up to him. But Xiven was more than ready to kick her King in the manhood if she argued with her on this subject. The look on her face spoke volumes.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 8, 2009 16:12:42 GMT -5
When the man went limp in Apocalypse's grip, he had to snarl to himself. Damnit. Even if he could still kill the damn creature now, it wouldn't be as entertaining. What was the point in getting revenge when the person revenge was being taken upon wasn't even awake to see it happen, to feel the pain and be aware of their own demise?
He snorted angrily, giving the unconscious Joker's body a rough shove to the ground, then pulled himself to his feet. He'd gone ahead and wasted his first day of hand-freedom in months on this, and now Xiven wasn't even going to let him finish the job. If she hadn't been pregnant, he would have been even more upset, but he did understand why she didn't want to see this prize dead and it was hard to be too mad at a woman who was potentially carrying your babies.
He stepped away from the unconscious figure, gripping his arm in one hand and hissing at the pain as he let his ability drop. It would be best to know if he'd been hurt more seriously. That didn't seem to be the case, thankfully. Slowly, he investigated the injuries on his arm, curling his lip. That would almost certainly scar. He seemed to be picking up scars at an alarming rate now that he was a real person. "I could always find you a different one," he remarked, rolling his eyes.
"What are you planning, anyway?" He couldn't fully hide his curiosity, and he glanced at her.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 8, 2009 18:34:29 GMT -5
The unconscious man probably didn't appreciate the abuse he was receiving. Xiven winced as she watched the King shove him down. Her eyes widened when she saw the wounds on both of them. Pale had barely been hurt, but the damage he had done to the Joker.
She supposed it was all because he wanted the wolf dead.
"Very funny," she said rolling her eyes in response. She came closer to Pale, to check on his arm. He should be fine. A small sigh of relief escaped her before she turned to the unconscious body. She slipped off her jacket and crouched besides him. Motioning to Pale to help her at least.
"What am I planning?" She repeated as she wrapped the jacket around him. Damn, she really wished she had a spell to stop bleeding or something. This happened so damn often she was getting sick of it. "For one thing, how useful do you think it would be to have someone who could change form at will around? Can you imagine the possibilities?"
She smirked. "I'll tell you the rest of what I'm thinking once we stop him from bleeding to death."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 8, 2009 21:44:30 GMT -5
It might not have been as bad as it could have been, but Apocalypse hissed as Xiven looked his arm over. It hurt pretty damn badly, but then surface injuries usually did. He wished that he had something that he could use to wrap the damn thing up in, but since Xiven's jacket was apparently going to help the wounded Joker, Apocalypse would go without. He gripped his arm a little tighter, wincing as he applied pressure. Of course, her focus was on the bleeding Joker.
He wished he could understand why she seemed so mad that he'd almost killed the damn thing. It had almost killed him once before, hadn't it? The huge scar on his chest and the smaller one on his stomach spoke clearly of that...
"So many possibilities," he muttered, taking a step forward and gripping the jacket, giving it a sharp tug. "It needs to be painfully tight if it's going to stop anything." He preemptively explained, tying a large knot in it. Wrapped up like this, the Joker wouldn't be able to move very much, should he wake up. Then he grabbed part of the man, helping Xiven lift him, and returned to his previous statement. "I mean, what's life if you can't fuck your own Queen without wondering if it's really her or if it's a Joker who's actually going to stab you to death the second your guard is down? Seems like a bloody brilliant thing to have around, yeah."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 8, 2009 22:02:10 GMT -5
Conway wasn't about to wake up.
Xiven appreciated the help and nodded at his comment about the tightness. And then he just had to put a damper on things. Really the man's ego and libido never ceased to amaze her. Perhaps that was another reason why she liked him so much.
Right now however she was rather annoyed. Maybe that had something to do with all the raging hormones. "I would like to think that you're a good enough judge of character to tell the difference between me and an impostor." She hisssed slightly as she tried to shoulder the Joker's weight. He was fairly light for a wolf... maybe that had something to do with how skinny he was? Christ, he was skinner than she was in her bipedal form and he was taller.
"Or maybe that's asking too much from your penis," she growled again. "Let's just get him to the carriage. I know there's a doctor not too far from here."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 8, 2009 22:42:55 GMT -5
It was probably a good thing that, despite his appearance to the contrary, Apocalypse was in such high spirits. After all, he'd found the Joker again. He'd found the Joker, and he'd kicked the damn thing's ass quite soundly. Even if he hadn't managed to kill it, it was still like a soothing balm to the frustration from the way their previous interaction had gone. He hadn't killed the man, but he could have. He'd been very close to doing so.
That would be enough. At least for the time being.
"Right," Apocalypse snorted, tossing his head. "Because Suits know that I always settle down to have a conversation with you when you come into my room, in the middle of the night, and sit on my lap." He'd let the issue slide at this point, feeling confident enough that he'd gotten the issue across. The strength boost was still making him feel energized, so he shifted and, with a grunt, tossed the lightly-built wolf completely over his shoulder. The carriage was close enough that he'd be able to get the man at least that far, and Xiven wouldn't have to strain herself too badly.
Once they'd arrived, Apocalypse tossed the still-unconscious body over the seats with little ceremony, then pulled himself up inside. He reached out one long-taloned hand to help Xiven up. "Back home once he's patched up?"
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