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Post by Bee on Jan 17, 2010 0:41:06 GMT -5
 He hadn't really wandered into the Outer Bazaar of his own accord, it was just sort of that he got distracted trying to find a present for Senka after his normal shopping and somehow he'd ended up on a street that looked vaguely unsettling with dark wedged space where people who might have been shopkeepers looked at you with cold, dead eyes. But maybe he was exaggerating and imagining terrors that didn't exist. Vishne was prone to that. Sometimes. Worry did rotten things to his logic. But he also was in the Outer Bazaar, where worry was probably the first prerequisite to not losing more fingers. If he'd had real arms and hands he'd have clutched his shoulder bag more tightly to himself, but he compensated for that inability with glancing down at it constantly to make sure some little punk hadn't grabbed it or stuffed it with poison. He was sure the way he'd come in was just back a little ways... |
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Post by Greenie on Jan 17, 2010 16:31:47 GMT -5
Indivar was thoroughly enjoying his new haunt. He'd taken up in an abandoned warehouse that was full of rather enjoyable tools - some metal contraptions, some wires, some pinching instruments - he supposed it had been some sort of factory in it's hayday, but it had been stripped of all equipment, aside from what he'd found. He added some spiders for company and decor elements, made a makeshift living room in the far back corner, and waited out by the front door for company. The building was nestled in between two decrepit and worn-down old shops, both of which had unsavory people going to and from at all hours of the morning. They left him alone, though, and he left them alone; he had discovered that his food was tastier when it was afraid. Not to mention his "neighbors" were rather burly and likely had stringy meat, blech. Today had been rather boring so far, but he was getting a little peckish. That druggie Ace hadn't lasted anywhere near as long as he'd expected it to. But what was that on the street? A pretty pink and blue thing, looking as if he wished he could click his heels three times and be back home. He slunk out the front door and idled on the steps, watching Vishne with interest out of his one remaining eye. |
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Post by Bee on Jan 20, 2010 15:36:56 GMT -5
Vishne truly did dislike the Outer Bazaar. It had some kind of sepia-tinged gloom that felt like it belonged in an old detective novel. Or a horror story. Probably a horror story. Maybe one day Vishne would write it. Maybe he was already in it.
He worried the inside of his cheek with his teeth and cast his gaze about again. This was another thing he hated. Nothing looked familiar.
This was getting more priceless by the moment. Perhaps in a few minutes a gentle mist would roll in, and then the serial killer would leap from the--
Vishne nearly jumped out of his skin. Something scurried. Something something--
Oh. A rat. He sighed heavily. Then he turned around again and--
He let out an unmanly shriek and dropped his bag. Then he sighed again. It was a kid. A kid on a stoop. A kid with...one eye, on a stoop. Well, of all possible things he could run into, he supposed this was the least of all evils. He grabbed his bag.
"Hey, kid," he said. "You know how to get back to the normal bazaar?"
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Post by Greenie on Jul 26, 2010 21:03:01 GMT -5
The blue kid jumped, skittered and otherwise shied away from everything that made the alleyway at all interesting. If only he knew the reality of his situation. There were drug dealers next door as well as (probably) a serial rapist, a large rat nest or two lived underneath every household, and some Corvie's leftover mutated spiders were crawling around leaving painful bites in their wake. This kid wouldn't last long down here, and he especially wouldn't last long if Indivar could get a little taste... Yeah, just a little taste. An afternoon snack.
He chuckled loudly when the kid shrieked and dropped his little man-purse. If dignity escaped like air, this boy's would be floating away with the smog rather rapidly.
The mix chuckled again at the question, and edged closer, his one eye blinking rapidly as he took in the sweet smell of fear. "Yeah, maybe. Maybe I do. What's it to you?" Another foot closer, a few inches of edging. "Got anything worthwhile in that girly satchel?" He pretended to eye the bag, though he was secretly trying to figure out how much meat was on the boy's belly.
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Post by Bee on Jul 26, 2010 21:33:52 GMT -5
Vishne really didn't care for strangers getting all up in his personal space, so as the kid got closer, he inched just a little bit further away. This desire to not let the boy get too close was not helped by the fact that the kid had one of the creepier voices Vishne had ever heard, some kind of airy sibilant mess.
"Nothing much," he said, in a tone that was the deformed cousin of light evasion, hoping to get back on track to the get me out of here part of the conversation, of which he was quite fond at the moment. Every moment he remained in the Outer Bazaar was another moment his paranoia took another flying leap up the crazy tree. Did this kid have some kind of interest in robbing him? It sounded like it. He pulled the bag closer. "Unless you like guitar picks and scented shampoo."
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Post by Greenie on Jul 26, 2010 21:45:51 GMT -5
For every inch Vishne moved away, Indivar moved in three more with the forceful determination of someone that was about to get what they wanted. His lone eye rolled back and forth between the boy's bag, his lovely, tasty front appendage, and his face rapidly.
"I like guitar picks." He replied quickly, his voice rasping even further in delight as his mind began to process exactly how Vishne was going to taste. The fear was going to make his meat taste a little rank, at least for the first few bites; adrenaline wasn't the best meat flavoring. That would wear off if he let it sit, though, and then it would be delicious. Sweet, probably, with a kick of something else.. Not spice. Tangy, maybe?
Without a second thought he leaped at the boy, but his desires overran his basic instinct on how to go for prey: he went for Vishne's leg rather than for his neck. His long mouth gaped open to show big, pointy (and mildly gross) teeth and his hooves came down to try to smash the boy's front claw while his skinny little body hurdled at Vishne.
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Post by Bee on Jul 26, 2010 21:57:21 GMT -5
Oh of freaking COURSE this was happening, why the hell wouldn't it, he should have turned and ran the second he even saw another vague facsimile of a person and just relied on blind luck to get him out of his horrible place, but NO. No, now there was something hurling itself at his leg with its big stupid TEETH and its slinky little devil-child's body and Vishne made a little whimpery noise of helpless fear and then a big shrieky noise of incredible pain as he managed to dodge the stomping hooves but not the bite.
Why did this always happen to him? The universe ate his fucking dignity for breakfast.
"GETOFFGETOFFGETOFF!" he yelled, smashing his satchel down on the child with his free arm in a flurry of cherry-blossom-scented wrath and terror. Child abuse is okay, he thought, when the child is clearly a murderous psychopath, right?
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Post by Greenie on Jul 26, 2010 22:09:44 GMT -5
Indivar kept stomping his hooves in a highly distracting manner and clamped his jaw down as hard as he could on Vishne's arm. Blood spurted into his mouth, sending him into a bit of a frenzy; in his rush to get as much of it as possible he tried to chew at the muscle in the canine's limb, which didn't work as well when the limb was still live as it did while dead.
The blow with the bag hit him square on the head and sent his eye spinning for a moment as well as his inner ear; he swayed a few steps to the left before righting himself and remembering his purpose. He bit down even harder on Vishne's arm, and attempted to activate his Jack ability... and felt it fail.
He belatedly glanced at the Card's rank, and swore to himself. He was trying to eat a bloody Jack? No wonder the thing was acting like such a prick. His ability only worked up to 10... Damn. It looked like he was going to have to use brute force on this one. Indivar shifted his weight to one side, then barrel slammed it back against Vishne, hoping to knock him over.
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Post by Bee on Jul 26, 2010 22:45:29 GMT -5
Vishne kept making noises of pain and fear and rage, replaced briefly by surprise when the devil-child tried to topple him. He staggered but managed to mostly keep his balance, and fished around suddenly for some kind of thought that was trying to struggle to the surface of his consciousness but couldn't seem to make it. There was something he could do, something, something...something that would help this night end in him not getting chewed to bloody mush by evil ankle-biters. (Something else that was evil was also trying to bubble to the surface of his consciousness, but he let that one sink and die.)
Oh, right. He was a Heart.
"Fuck you!" he cried. "You wretched evil vile...thingy..."
Strong Magical Ability: When activated, he can inflict mental pain on another card of the Suit of Clubs, once per day. The degree of pain is equivalent to that of a small sock full of pennies being smacked over the shoulder endlessly for five minutes.
Let's see how well he liked being socked for real AND in his head!
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Post by Greenie on Jul 28, 2010 19:19:17 GMT -5
Indivar couldn't restrain his grin of glee, nor the sound of triumph that escaped from his throat when Vishne stumbled under his force. There was something extremely satisfying in knowing you were capable of besting a creature at least twice your size and weight, even if part of it was due to sheer terror on the creature's part. It was certainly a testament to the pitiful nature of Cards if he, stuck in this pitifully small body, was able to overpower a grown Card.
In his moment of confidence, he failed to notice the boy's sudden surge of anger and retaliation, and was side-swept by what felt like getting hit in the head-region by a sack of pebbles, over and over and over again until his vision began to cloud. Still, he clamped his jaw down and tried to fight off the pain by causing more pain for Vishne.
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