T - Lauryn, Bee, Xenon - Complete

[carcinoGeneticist]

As soon as Sergei had put some space between himself and the others, he took a moment to have a small meltdown.

First, there was everything that was wrong about the Capital. He'd thought he didn't mind it, especially not when he'd found his newest friend. But then the Tiger had stumbled onto the scene, and now things... Things just... The boy's heart hammered in his ears and he clutched at his head with a frustrated growl. He knew all sorts of things that no one else did! Why was there nothing useful, in all of her memories? As soon as he'd calmed down a bit, Sergei returned to searching for anything that could possibly be used to help the poor man. In the bathroom, he found a first aid kit and picked it up.

Then, he stepped into another dimly-lit room, one that looked like a bedroom of some kind. The boy swallowed, hard. He wasn't afraid. He was going to help. He opened the drawers beside the bed, combing through them for anything that might help.

Frothy bubbles!! From his mouth! Cat had seen those before, on a wild animal moments before it had keeled over. If they weren't going to let her get the food out, she would do something else to help - she would go find someone who would! The girl turned towards the door (closed? who had closed it?) and gave it a mighty push.

Nothing happened.

She pushed again, then clawed frantically at the wood. "We locked in!! WE LOCKED IN!" She screeched. Danger. Her mind flashed danger. She was waking up from the dream, and everything was terribly, horribly real.

[Lauryn de Vampyre]

The Josiggy flared around on the ground helplessly. Thankfully he had quit punching himself in the gut as it was doing no good. His throat was raw and sore from all the yelling and screaming, but he just couldn't seem to make himself stop.

For a brief moment the Tiger tried to lay still, thinking that perhaps if he didn't move neither would the thing inside of him. Of course, thinking had never been Lachlan's strong point and the creature crawling around inside of him never gave up its attempts at escape.

Lachlan growled and heaved himself up off the floor and noticed bits of white spittle falling from his maw to the carpet at his feat. Taking a moment from his incoherent shouting, he wiped at his mouth only to stare in horror at the realization that he was now foaming at the mouth! The Tiger spat violently on the carpet, trying to get all of the foam and spittle out but there seemed to be no end to the nasty liquid.

Tears streamed unchecked down his furred cheeks. He looked up at Cat, a pleading tone in his voice. "What is going on?" he asked softly, having no illusions about getting an answer. That question sounded better than the "why me?" question he really wanted to ask.

As if feeling his weakness, the thing inside of him began to move around and thrash at an alarmingly accelerated rate!

"Oh, Suits!" Lachlan cried, before falling once more to the ground.

"WE LOCKED IN!" he vaguely heard Cat shouting.

An unrealistic sort of haze settled over the Tiger. The pain seemed to not exactly lessen, but Lachlan felt as though he were being somehow removed from it. Shock, he guessed to himself. Thank all that is good for shock.

The pain wasn't so strong now to Lachlan, though the thing inside of him was growing in strength and ferocity. He could feel that soon his skin must rip and tear and unleash whatever was inside of him unto the world. The Tiger lifted his head off the ground and started at Cat.

"I'm sorry that I said you were weird," he apologized, his voice distorted from the yelling and the shock - not actually remembering enough to realize he had never said such a thing out loud. "Thanks for trying to help."

Lachlan suddenly stood up, shaky on his legs, and stumbled/ran down the hallway until he found the kitchen. The crazed Tiger began opening every cupboard and tearing loose every single drawer in the room until the floor was littered with item after item. A shrouded ray of sunlight from the window glinted off a piece of metal on the floor and Lachlan bent to pick it up.

He held the large cutting knife in his hands and looked at it as thought he were holding his salvation. He couldn't take the pain anymore. He had to Get. It. Out! The knife lay ready in his trembling hand. Could he really end it all, right now?

His arm dropped an inch lower in hesitation, but he didn't let go of the knife.

[Bee]

Zhenya hadn't realized he was shrinking into a corner of the room until his wings pounded against the wall, twitching madly like they wanted to fly him away but of course they were useless. Everything was happening at once and it was making him dizzy. The Tiger was getting worse and the girl was hitting the door but they were locked in, and this was not supposed to be a horror story, and he whimpered against the noise.

He wanted to go home. He didn't care if the girl did whatever to the man that he was not supposed to let her do, because he couldn't stop it and at this point it might be a mercy. He rolled onto all fours and crawled away, against the wall, until he slipped out of the room and into a hall; he could vaguely process the tiger leaving the room as well, with considerably more anguish, and he had to get away from the noise.

He skittered down the halls in a weird, crouching lope, as though staying close to the ground and to the wall might protect him against something. He thought he might find Sergei but the room he crawled into didn't have another bat, just chairs and bookshelves and old dusty papers, like someone's abandoned study.

It was a bad hiding place, though.

He could still hear crashing in the kitchen.

[Nathalia]

((Poor Lachlan never had the chance to attempt to use the knife.
His body rebelled at that moment and he collapsed to the floor, writhing as his stomach tore open with the sound of wet paper ripping and snapping rubber bands.
A nearly fully developed creature tumbled out, crying desperately for Momma! in a horrified voice as it already seems to know what it is it has just done.
The Tiger will die in a matter of about 2 minutes, though the doors to the outside remain locked...


ID: SD452
Name: ----
Suit: Hearts
Rank: Seven
Gender: Male
Animal: Feline (Tiger)/ Reptile (Chameleon Lizard)
Region: Josiggy Marsh / Cranstone Moors / Torquehelm
Dealer: Lauryn
Parents: Lachlan x NPC

Notes: This odd child was born a full adult at the age of 19 years old. He knows basic cultural ideals and basic schooling knowledge due to his absorption from his parent. He is a blank slate and though quite kindly overall, he is clueless how to act around people as his consciousness was developed within 24 hours. He tries very, very hard to be what he calls a "real person". His guilt over what he did to his mother will never fully leave him.
The "eye spots" on his body are actually functioning eyes and his bizarre coloring is actually only his base color. He is able to change his shades lightly to blend in with the background, though it is never clean and he is by NO MEANS invisible, just harder to notice. He cannot mimic other creatures pelts unless they are extremely simple and he must be up against the thing he wants to blend into or become extremely drab colors for this spell to work.



Basic Magical Ability: He can ignore moderate amounts of pain for up to forty-two minutes.
Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, he gains an immediate proficiency with any weapon that he picks up. This can be activated and deactivated at will.



~Nathalia

[carcinoGeneticist]

Before anything else could reach his ears, Sergei heard the frantic screams that they were locked in. Oh. That.... Damn. DAMN!

The panic started to rise again, and this time, he tore through the drawers in the room, urgently looking for something that could potentially be used to get them out. Key, crowbar, dynamite... Anything. Activating his strength boost, he even flipped the bed over, letting it crash against the wall as he scoured the area for something of interest. Why had they gone into the terrible little house? And what was that awful noise he'd heard from where he'd left the girl and the Tiger? His stomach did an awful little flip-flop.

Catastrophe went very, very still. She stared at the man as he spoke to her, that odd finality in his voice. She just stared as he went into the kitchen and then followed him. "What you do?" she asked when he picked up the knife, her eyes unsure of where to look - at his face, or at the writhing mass of his belly. It looked like he wanted to do exactly as she'd offered before.

He didn't get the opportunity.

The spray of gore caught the girl and she let out another unfortunate squawk, recoiling slightly from the mess. Her brain's defenses slowly kicked into action and she felt herself float away, regarding the scene as someone who was not involved except from a long, long way away. She watched the fully-grown boy - man? - crawl from the mass of organs, and her stomach grumbled again. Gingerly, she pulled a piece of something out of her fur, letting it slide down her throat and clacking her beak.

It was good.

Slowly, she moved to Lachlan's side, gingerly sidestepping the creature that had burst from within him. He was still alive, wasn't he? Some memory resurfaced from a long way off - bite the back of the neck, end the suffering - and she stared down at the unfortunate soul. "Cat - Cat helps?" she asked quietly, clacking her now-bloodstained beak again.

[Nathalia]

((Sergei's desperate searching unearthed a strange object...

Dragon's eye: This SD's hand slips on what first feels like a wet and slippery marble...it turns out to be a little more horrifying than that.
This eyeball is about the size of a Human eye and still has the eyelid wrapped around it.
When touched, it will sink into the hand laid on it and become fixated inside their palm.
They can now use it, once a day, to see through closed doors and walls that are NOT enchanted against spying spells. When they do so, they have to extend the hand outward and close their original eyes to concentrate. The eye in their hand will open and burn an odd orange red as it stares impassively through the surface shown. The eye will come out for as long as 5 minutes, before closing, leaving the owner slightly tired and shaky after.


~Nathalia

[Lauryn de Vampyre]

((That's a wicked item!

And Cat. XD Oh I simply LOVE Cat! Slurping up a piece of Lachlan. Ehehehehe! I LOVE CAT!))

Lachlan had the knife poised and ready when the thing inside of him decided it was time to come up. The knife dropped to the floor at the same time he did, kicking and screaming as it tore its way through his organs, muscles and skin. He felt himself rip open and screamed the most horrible noise any Card could ever make, and felt his body finally go limp.

Nothing moved inside him any more and he felt kind of ... floaty. It took a few seconds for his vision to clear, and even then his body was in such a state of shock that the Tiger could barely think, let alone register too much about his surroundings. But his eyes did focus on a strange assortment of colors; pink, purple, blue, some green...

Lachlan looked into the worried and sad fast of the creature that had born itself from within him. He heard the poor thing cry out, and understood it had just said "Momma". Was that what was happening? Was he really a Momma now? The small adult crawled towards him, through the mess of blood and tissue on the floor and laid down next to his Momma.

"I'm so sorry! I couldn't get out any other way..," Guilt dripped from the poor Mix's mouth as tears slowly started to slide down his gore-soaked fur. Lachlan stared at his... child, almost unwilling to believe that he had really just birthed the son right before his eyes. But, there was no more pain, there wasn't any more anything. The Tiger, in a blessed state of shock, struggled to move his paw and cover it over that of... well, whatever kind of animal this way. The Mix startled and looked up into Lachlan's eyes, tears starting all over again.

"I forgive you," Lachlan said softly, squeezing his paw around that of his son's. "Your name will be Bristol. It was my Grandfather's. Make him and me proud. Be smart, be good, be brave, be strong..."

Before he could say any more, Lachlan's body seized violently and the pain came roaring back. Bristol whined and cried, knowing there was nothing he could do for his dying Mother. "Oh, Momma!" he sobbed softly.

"Cat - Cat help?"

Lachlan couldn't move his body or his head to look at Cat so he did the only thing he could, he screamed.

"KILL ME NOW, PLEASE!"

[Nathalia]

((Lauryn, I forgot, all of Lachlan's points and items transfer automatically to his new son. <3))

~Nathalia

[carcinoGeneticist]

There was something happening that was far beyond Catastrophe's scope of understanding, that much was certain. Her gaze shifted slowly from man to man-child, glassy eyes curious but uncertain. Something very odd was going on here.

But she was so hungry...

All the same, something in the back of her mind reminded her softly. She had to wait. She had to be patient. Even if she didn't understand what was going on, that didn't mean it wasn't important, that it didn't need to happen. But when the Tiger's gaze finally returned to her, the same calmness that she'd felt before, with that Ace, surfaced in her mind. She knew what she had to do, knew how to do it. "Don't hate Cat," she said softly, turning her attention to the newborn adult.

She lowered her beak to the back of the Tiger's neck. He was bigger than the Ace, but more willing. Her beak was sharp, the Falcon part of her blood giving her the notch needed to dispatch a life in a smooth movement. In a second, it was done, and she stared down at the still form.

In the other room, Sergei was running into strong magic. He screamed when something implanted itself in his hand, recoiling away and clutching at his own wrist. He could see the seam of the lid, the bulge that represented the object that had lodged there. More than that, he was also imbued with the magical knowledge of how the thing worked. Suits, he'd always wanted more magic, but... Not like this!!

Stumbling, Sergei came crashing out of the room just in time to see Catastrophe raise her bloodied beak from the now-still body of the Tiger. He froze, then his stomach heaved. "What... what did you do?!" The rest of the scene took a moment to sink in fully. Who was that person on the ground near the Tiger, and why was he so bloody?

The triple-breed slunk away from the Josiggy man, her head held low, eyes slightly out of focus. "Cat only - Cat did as she was asked."

[Bee]

Nothing worked for hiding--not in closets, not under desks, not in drawers and not under beds. Everywhere he went he could still hear them; nothing he grabbed to press against his ears could mute it. He finally wound back up in the study, and took apart the desk until he found a pen, a few sheets of paper. The backs were still serviceable. He began writing, furiously, awkward and scrawling, trying to rework what was happening. This was not this.

The criminal realized at last that the screaming, the pain, was not physical at all. He subsided into silence. The detective laid out the facts, calmly. "It all fits," he said, and his coldly methodical voice was soothing. "You have a split personality, Mr. Tiger. Your violent alter ego has been killing those children. The pain you think you feel, the thing inside you that wants out--that's just him, it's not real. You won't be able to suppress him on your own. He's too strong. Drop the weapon, come with me, and we can get you help."

Zhenya exhaled slowly. "KILL ME NOW, PLEASE!" the broken man screamed, and the detective knew then that his pleas were useless, that the man was lost to his dark side. It consumed him. The good-natured teacher was gone, and only his psychotic double remained. The detective called for reinforcements. This man needed to be restrained and put away before he could kill again. Not the ending he wanted, but then, when was it ever?

He set the story paper aside and began to clean up the mess he'd made. Then he could go apprehend the psychopath. His backup was screaming and disgusted and something had happened and he needed Zhenya's help. He had told Sergei he'd protect him, after all.