T - Bee, Xenon - Complete

[Bee]

The jumble of things that were only minimally important to Simcha did little to improve her mood, but other things helped. The Spider, she thought, mulling it over in her head. She liked the sound of it. A noiseless patient spider. Measureless oceans of space. She looked at the father-thing curiously while the woman stroked her head. She did not anticipate being soothed by the motion, but surprisingly, it helped. She nuzzled against the woman's hand.

The addition of new baggage was hardly as helpful, but at least the feline seemed to have some idea of what to do, and the means to get them where they needed to go, and if she pictured him as little more than the driving force of the carriage that was going to take them to a hospital, she could cope with his existence. The unconscious girls and the cretin were not nearly so welcome an addition. The carriage was cramped. The cretin belonged under it, not in it. At least she was next to her mother. She glanced down at her, pleased to the bone to see her still breathing, her eyes perhaps a little less glassy.

Probably because what was going on behind them was beginning the process of sorting itself out, slowly. Reality was rather a tumble, which might have had something to do with bleeding out the face, but might have had more to do with--something--something had been going on, hadn't it? Her eyes wandered a little, from blurred shape to blurred shape, until they settled on something little and green. Right, she thought. Right, that was the reason everything hurt. She managed to focus on her long enough to smile. It was an unfortunate decision, because she couldn't, really, and it hurt badly enough that Simcha once again became a fuzzy blur.

Simcha hesitantly stroked her mother's hair. A tendril wrapped around her paw and held it, still. She looked at the pale man, who in turn was looking at her, smiling. "She will," she said, distantly. "Or the burial rite will be read for another." Like the cretin. She tilted her head. "What is the Spider?"

[carcinoGeneticist]

At the front of the carriage, Kristoff swore. This whole plan was just a disaster, and he really wasn't the best carriage driver. Had it just been him and those damn unconscious girls, it wouldn't have mattered if he drove up over a curb, or hit all the potholes in the road (there were far too many of them). But with these people tagging along, they might get mad. Best to avoid that, and take things slow.

Ugh.

They went over a bump and Apocalypse's attention was pulled from the girl, just for a moment, and he fixed an angry glare at the wall of the carriage. It wasn't as if the feline driving the thing could see it, but it made him feel at least a little bit better. He gave a slow nod in reply to her next statement, but cast his eyes downward. If the girl resting gently in Rhiannon's arms was his own, and he and Helena had... ...perhaps this aspect of her injury could also be blamed on him.

For reasons the man didn't fully understand, that thought made his stomach flip uneasily. It had something to do with the girl's eyes, looking up at him with such... understanding. Would she hate him? He wouldn't blame her, if she did.

"Will you sit with me?" he asked, quietly, holding out his arms to take her from Rhiannon, if she would accept it. Regardless of her actions, however, he cleared his throat and did his best to ignore the look his Weapon was giving him. "The Spider is a God in the religion of the Bog. She represents neither good nor evil, simply... Life, change, chaos. That for every good, there must also be a bad, and that is a part of life." He paused, wondering if he was explaining things very well. It wasn't exactly something he was used to talking about. "In essence, he is shades of gray. Too many people see the world in black and white." The idea that his pronoun use might have been confusing never occurred to the man.

[Bee]

Simcha stared at his outstretched arms as though they were alien tentacles. Then she pulled her paw off her mother's head and pushed out of Rhiannon's lap, allowing herself to be carried over. If she was part of his flesh then it was only natural that she should learn something from him. She thought that was the way it worked with Cards. In the Warren her dam and sire had been no closer to her than clouds. She was a different thing now than she had been then, so there was no reason to live the same way.

She weighed his words carefully, looking up at him intently as he spoke. The concept of a god was somewhat nebulous to her. But everything else made a kind of sense, when she thought about it practically. She was here. Again. It was just change. And in exchange, the current events were unfolding. Good and bad.

"A he and a she. Cards are both." A moment of genuine bafflement settled over her as an implication she had not even thought of before dawned on her. She blinked owlishly. "I am too. So everything is both. Gray."

It was a strange thing to feel good about, but somehow it didn't seem so unnatural now, how it had been when she was just a spirit, a voice. She didn't have to choose between one or the other, did she? To decide whether a Card was a man or a woman and treat them accordingly. It didn't work that way here. They were all boths.

She nodded at him, eyes still trained on his face, wide and watchful. "You are educational. I want to keep you."

[carcinoGeneticist]

Oblivious to the little one's mental struggles, Apocalypse merely found himself smiling as she accepted his invitation. He did his best to settle her into his lap, gently rubbing her back in an unconscious movement. For all that she was strange, and he was unsure of what to make of her sudden appearance in his life, he liked her. He liked her quite a lot, liked her odd mannerisms and how bright she was. There were many mysteries about her, and she seemed to be older than her body would indicate (far older than her time walking the earth, years and years beyond that), but in a way it reminded him of himself.

It was comforting, and provided an emotional bridge to him. This clever creature was his child, his daughter.

Gently, he nodded in reply to her statement. "That's right." That was convenient - an explanation that hopefully one of her parents would not have to give her, some day. "The world is gray, too. A flood might wipe out a village in the Riverlands, but the water can also parch dry land, bringing new life to the world." He paused, considering his words. This was a tricky conversation, one he'd never had with any of his other children except in casual passing.

Her next statement made him smile, his face actually lighting up for a moment. Even when the curvature of his lips returned mostly to normal, the smile lingered on in his slitted eyes. He laughed, the sound seeming loud in the quiet of the carriage. "You're clever. I would like to keep you, too. Perhaps -- later -- I can tell you more of the Bog religion." There was, perhaps, a hopeful note to his voice. Just slightly.

[/|/afamere]

As the young spade moved to show the others where the two girls were did he not notice the flying kick that came towards him. Why would someone hit him for trying to help out someone else? That was just wrong, he was right to not trust those that lorded their humanoid achievement over others. Though... after getting up for the third time did he finally get to show them where the other two were... he was thankful though that they decided to help... and place the others in a ready carriage. How convinent... something was up... but... he didn't have a time to voice his opinions as the others started talking religion... that wasn't something that he was ready to talk about. He didn't think about it, so instead he crawled up on the front seat with the other new person and rode up there... it was cramp enough back there.

He thought about something... how was Nel? He was suppose to meet her, but... he just couldn't find her, and the streets were totally void of everyone save the fog. Had this fog been here for long? He looked up at the other next to him.

"Whats going on? he asked with a serious expression on his face.

[Nathalia]

((The carriage moves along well, there doesn't seem to be anyone around, does there?
An odd, creeping mist begins to build around the carriage and it almost sounds like...voices? Out in the mist somewhere.

The two girls Menefer lead them to seem to be bloating awkwardly, the Equine mix looks particularly bad, her stomach beginning to look as though she swallowed a beach ball whole.
The cart rumbles along smoothly enough...until a wide street rolls into view.
The entire length of it is spattered in blood, as though creatures battled here recently.
Something dark is lying in the streets...
Looks like...
A body?

Kristoff will have to stop the cart in order to move these things out of the road, the carriage can't get over them.
Ugh, it's dead Cards!
A Bisected Villa Poodle, entrails spread everywhere, lies tangled on its stiff back in the road; across from it...is...a Hearts noble...
Mephitisia, isn't it? Pale ought to recognize her, at any rate.
What happened to her? Her insides are strewn out in front of her and the twisted look on her face...
Ugh!

Did...did these two fight?

As the bodies are moved, the unconscious forms of two more little girls can be found in the road! They don't look too good, but Pale ought to know them as well...seeing as one is his and the other may as well be.
Ew! What happened to the little Human!??
She's mutated into a monster! Humans are not supposed to look like that, everyone should be rightly horrified by these disturbing events, all of them.

Hmmm...that carriage driver is pretty shifty too, looks like you're just getting lost...
Maybe Pale should just gather up his kids and Helena and head off to the Palace of Hearts, he knows how to get there and as soon as he wakes up the kids, they can walk.
That'll leave Menefer and Kristoff to find help for the vagabonds.
Good luck, all.))



~Nathalia

[/|/afamere]

Menefer let his question drop... the mist/fog started to get thicker about them, the voices starting to come to him. How could such a thing happen? Was this some sort of spell that someone had cast on them? Was he cursed? All these things started to clip through his mind, until... the blood showed, bodies... entrails... gore... what...

He puked over the side of the seat onto the street, he just couldn't contain himself, this was just wrong, how could something or someone do this to them? Wait... it could be easier... yes... it was just meat right? A butcher, let alone a cook, wouldn't be this bad with meat, and the blood was just a by product from cutting the freshest of meat from the carcass. So yes... he could handle this, he could do something... but all that came up to mind was recipes... He was thinking of soups, stews, bar-b-q, meat pies, and all sorts of other ways to cook.

Shouldn't he have been disturbed by this? Though no... he only saw potential in the dead cards laying about, and... they were fresh.

He quickly regained himself and jumped off the carriage. He couldn't tell anyone else how he felt about this situation, they might just think that he done it. I mean... didn't crazy people only think that way? On how a Villa might taste better than a Highlander?

He shook his head, he shouldn't be thinking this... his love of cooking was starting to get the better of him. He shouldn't... well... he might as well help the driver move the bodies... so that the couch could still move through the streets undisturbed.

Suits... how he wished for his biped form... this would be easier than having to grasp down on fur or clothing, mindful not to swallow. How horrifying... but... he didn't feel strange at all... he just thought about how Sage and Basile would make it taste better. He gave a mental shrug as he went to move another body out of the way, to find out that as he started to move one of them that it had made a sound! He quickly backed up and realized that this one was still alive, completely unaware of what was happening to the other two girls in the couch. He moved back to the side to wait for someone else to do something, the last time he tried to tell the pale man, he had only gotten a kick. So yes... leave it to someone else to get hurt. He hated pain after all.

[seraaches]

Perhaps it was the talking, but more likely it was all the jouncing around in the carriage but two little girls woke up, baffled, confused, and entirely unhappy. Fate looked at Neviah, and scooted immediately closer, entirely overwhelmed by the number of people in the carriage and the fact that she didn't know any of them (despite being related to one).

Neviah, likewise, clung to the only other familiar face, even though it was one that she and her sister usually despised. Or, well, disliked, anyway. It was hard to like one of the Cards that had killed your mother.

"Who. . who are you?" she piped up in a high, soft voice, and then the carriage abruptly stopped. No time for answers then. The two girls wouldn't lead the way out of the vehicle, but they would follow the others, and into a horrible nightmare.

[carcinoGeneticist]

((OH MY GOD LONG POST IS LONG I AM SO SORRY GUYS I just wanted to get things going in the direction they needed to go @_@))

The hair on Kristoff's neck rose slowly, in patches. There was something not quite right about the city tonight. He'd seen the Capital in a million different lights, but it had never felt quite so much like home as it did now. That was not a good thing, he decided when the street opened to reveal a mass of corpses, resting in their own juices.

"Fekkin' hell...[/b]" the Feline muttered, leaping down from the driver's seat and bristling all over now. Two of the forms were most obviously dead, split open in a most gruesome way. Kristoff curled his lip over one long fang, then shook his head. What a damn waste. He got to work moving the worst of the mess out of the way, wondering if the stupid Horses were going to panic at having to walk through this. Ugh. He glanced over to Menefer just as the Torque found one that was still living and raised an eyebrow. "What'f f'at?" he asked, stepping over to investigate the pair.

His eyes lit up.

There was a Torque all covered in feathers and wings. Pretty enough, but not what caught his attention. A little freak, a human with bat wings made him shiver. That was all sorts of wrong, and... Meecha would love it. Maybe the night wouldn't be such a waste after all... The girl was alive, but unconscious. "C'mon, help me move'r...[/b]" he muttered, fighting revulsion at the sight of the wings and the thought of actually touching the things. He wasn't willing to give up on his prize, though...

~~~

The man was so wrapped up in conversation with his daughter that he didn't notice the pair of girls starting to awaken until they actually spoke to him. He blinked and raised his head, eyes narrowing slightly before widening. It was a relief - he knew that being unconscious for long periods could potentially result in problems for the brain, and with the way their condition was seeming to worsen... Well. The man would take whatever good news came his way. "Apocalypse, King of Hearts," he answered, deciding to throw in the title in the hopes that it would assure them that he wasn't just some freak off the streets.

...Well. Mostly, anyway. "We're heading to a doctor, to get you both help." He said, softly, not wanting to startle them. Such odd looking girls... Did they know each other?

They had stopped moving. Apocalypse narrowed his eyes, standing slowly. He glanced back at the girls - awake and not, his blood and unrelated, and frowned. Then, he gave Rhiannon a small nod. "Hold tight a moment, let me see what the problem is." Without another word he opened the door and stepped outside.

It took a moment for what he was seeing to fully register.

Gore, everywhere, dotted occasionally with the crumpled form of corpses. The Golfam and the Torque in the middle of it all, looking to be clearing out a path in the middle of it all. Then something registered in his mind, and he realized exactly who the pair was standing over. There was his own sweet daughter, her form oddly changed, and there was...

Kenna.

His heart sat heavily in his throat as he rushed forward, hissing alarm and bristling at the Golfam. "Put her down," He whispered, voice low and threatening. "Before your body is the next one we have to move out of the way." Oh, Suits, he could barely look at her... What the hell had happened to her, to cause such a horrible change? He knelt slowly, gingerly taking the small body in his arms, careful of her new appendages. "Suits, Kenna, what the hell did you do?" he whispered, smoothing her hair back with a hand. Then he turned to his own daughter, a pang of guilt going through him - guilt that was smothered by worry in an instant. Adrianne had also changed, though her own mutations seemed more beautiful... He lifted her as well, glad for once that they were both rather petite.

As he adjusted them, his eyes fell to another crumpled body, and he let out a soft gasp. Mephit was here, too, and Mephit was dead. Extremely dead. Pain stabbed at his heart and it took his full willpower to keep standing. He wavered on his feet for a moment, then looked down at the pair of Felines. "Sir, I will buy your carriage. The two girls you found earlier have awoken, neither is harmed." His voice sounded tight, oddly strangled. "They will be able to walk to find care. I have important business at the Court of Hearts. Immediately."

Kristoff glowered at the King, eyes narrowing slightly. He could tell from the man's tone that this was not a request, and that Apocalypse would be getting a Carriage one way or another. At least he was offering coin... Actually, it was quite a good deal, considering the fact that the Cat had stolen the thing earlier that day. "Awrigh',[/b]" he muttered, ears laying flat. Money would be good, even if finding a new carriage was going to be a pain in the ass.

The King returned to the carriage, opening it to gingerly put Makenna and Adrianne inside. Such dear girls... Then he turned to the others, particularly the two that had just woken. "There's been a change of plans, and we're going back to the Court. There are two gentlemen waiting to take the pair of you to get help of your own, but my... My King is dead, and I must bear her body home." His voice seized up slightly, his mind warring with the situation. Grief was a difficult emotion, one that had often directed the man towards making poor decisions. He just hoped this wasn't one of them.

He helped the girls down and out, once again leaving Rhiannon in the company of Helena and Simcha. "...Shit,[/b]" she whispered hoarsely. "We'll get your mother the care she needs at the Court, please don't worry about that.[/b]"

Outside, Apocalypse knelt at Mephit's body, fighting back tears. He reached out gingerly to close her eyes, to stroke her cheek. Then he pulled out his coin purse, indicating for Kristoff to approach. All of the money in the bag found its way into the Golfam's paws before the Feline edged away from the gore again, leaving the man in peace. Silently, Apocalypse began to put Mephit's body into the small sack, feeling oddly... hollow.

Once his grisly work was finished, he returned to the carriage and hopped into the driver's seat, giving the horses a flick of the whip and heading in the direction of the Court.

Kristoff stared after the repeating form of the carriage mournfully. It was so nice not to have to walk, but. Oh well. He heaved a sigh and stood, shaking himself off slightly. "Prick,[/b]" he muttered, under his breath. "C'mon, let'f get goin'.[/b]"

~~~

Amazing Ability
This SD is now able to change any small carrying case (purse, wallet, shoulder bag...) into a void carrier for a full three days. This power can be cast once a week and will wear off after the allotted time. During these three days, the owner of the enchanted item can fit up to five hundred pounds worth of objects, materials, and/or people into the case and still carry it as though it weighed no more than the carrying case did before anything was placed into it. Breaking this weight limit will result in all of the weight returning at once, which could crush the owner at once, use caution.

Only two living beings can be placed in the case at one time (no matter how small) and will not need food, air, or water until released in three days. Forcing a person inside can be difficult as they are not trapped until every part of their body is forced inside of the case. Once inside, they cannot get back out until the owner of the case releases them. If this power is used to steal things, PM the admin as it will have a very odd effect on the caster...it can be used to kidnap, however, without any ill effects

[Satra]

Screaming muffled by the mask, forgotten under the pain. Twisting, fighting. It did no good. The pain came and only became worse. Tears stung. Heat from the crying and the cold of the night biting through the cold sweat that broke out. And pain. All these discomforts. Unconsciousness came as both a terrifying and welcome escape.

Gasping and shaking, she woke suddenly. Her body was covered in sweat and felt... different somehow.

She was lying in a carriage next to Adrianne. Her niece looked radically different. All those feathers. When the young girl got over the shock, she realized how lovely it looked. It was confusing, but how lovely! The young human tried to get up, but her back felt heavy. Was she dragging something?

She felt something move. It felt like her arm, but that was impossible. Both of her arms were lifting her up. She looked over and screamed. What at first she thought was someone else's disembodied wings she quickly realized were her own.