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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Apr 26, 2010 1:57:46 GMT -5
Slowly and carefully, Apocalypse eased himself fully onto the bed, his hands tense at his sides. He didn't want to blink, but he felt strange staring so intently at the Avington, especially when he was clearly nervous. All the same, the King just couldn't bring himself to look away. He wanted to see this in full, as much as it turned his stomach. He wanted to know that he was right, have yet another Joker's existence fully confirmed in his mind. He took a deep breath, giving Merlin a small nod and licking his lips nervously.
It all just felt surreal, and the transformation from feline to jackal/owl didn't do anything to change his mind. The whole change was like something out of a dream, flawless and terrifying and beautiful all at once. The shape was completely different, and the colors were only the same on a base level. The man stared openly, then shook his head, laughing despite himself. "This explains the rash I got after we slept together," he said softly, his lips twitching into a smile. "I had wondered, but I didn't really have a chance to ask."
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Post by Nako on Apr 27, 2010 19:49:30 GMT -5
It would have been such a monumental moment, exposing his true self to the father of his children. Worst case scenarios played in his mind, along with ridiculous, fantastical best case scenarios that he would have been embarrassed to relay. Merlin would have thought himself ready for -any- reaction.
Well, except for that one. Merlin's whiskers twitched on his face as confusion struck his expression. "Buh... what?" A rash? This made absolutely no sense to the Joker. His ear titched, and a hand reached up to scratch self-consciously at the blank spot on his chest. "What do you mean, a rash?" Allergic, somehow? To Jokers? How ridiculous; the man would have come to that conclusion immediately after, and Merlin was quite sure the man hadn't known until just today. Merlin could hardly think what sort of allergy the man could have... though he understood that some -did- acquire them at certain ranks. Strange.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Apr 28, 2010 21:24:12 GMT -5
The truth of it was, even for as familiar as Apocalypse was when it came to watching a Joker's transformations, it unnerved him. It unnerved him more than he would ever be able to express, made something in his gut twist. But he wasn't the average man-on-the-street, someone with no experience in dealing with Jokers and their rather bizarre abilities, and that made the whole situation that much easier to stomach. Between his own experiences - the rash, the appearance of his children, the mysterious letter - it had been easy to come to his own conclusions.
All the same, this was mentally exhausting Apocalypse, and he sat back heavily on the bed, pressing his head into one of his hands.
He'd slept with a Joker wearing the body of a woman, and he'd gotten that same Joker pregnant. Babies had been born. Now, the man was here, spilling secrets left and right - secrets which Apocalypse couldn't help but feel he had no right to know. Saying the first thing that came to mind had seemed the best option - even if what had come to his mind had been rather... nonsensical, at least from the perspective of those who didn't really know him. He let his hand drop, looking back up at the Joker and attempting to resist the urge to flinch at the radically new appearance.
"My Jack's ability. Feed me enough nightshade to kill a hundred people and I might get a headache. Semen, though..." He shrugged, shaking his head. "Gives me one hell of a reaction. I had my uterus removed after a good friend told me that being impregnated by a man would likely kill me." There were other details to the story, of course - even being inseminated was a wild ride on the pain roller coaster, but that was more than the King was willing to share. "After you left that first time, I got a rash of the same variety I get from semen. I had always wondered..."
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Post by Nako on May 16, 2010 19:14:53 GMT -5
Merlin's ears dropped, slack jawed as it dawned on him just how -confused- this man must have been. He... he could have killed this man if he'd still been able to get pregnant! The thought of it made him feel.. somewhat ill. If he'd been found out to be the reason... goodness knows what the courts would have done to him. His hand reached up not to his chest, but to his neck, considering how likely it would have been that he would be beheaded over the whole ordeal.
"Oh... shit." Merlin murmured, leaning against the table he stood in front of to keep himself from just falling over.
Finally looking up, Merlin wasn't really sure what to say. If the man had a look that was anything different from that smug little smirk he seemed so keen on keeping on his face, Merlin might have felt a bit nervous. "If I had known..." But his mouth couldn't really seem to make up any more words. What would he say? "Hey, if I'd known it would possibly kill you, I wouldn't have fucked you under the guise of a woman?" Wow, that certainly sounded -lame-.
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