T - Greenie, Vyn, Bee

[Vyn]

Shortly before reaching the pub, the pair would begin to feel eyes on them though their didn't appear to be anyone around. The feeling would follow them all the way up to the pub itself, before a dark doe with radiant blue eyes appeared. She stood between them and the door, head tilted slightly as she stared between the bird and the rat.

King of Clubs... and a moderately ranked Spade. The weapon hissed somewhere in the back of her mind, spitting loathing words at the Spade Rat, but Mephit ignored the weapon's hatred and fixed the pair with a smile. An unlikely pair, especially considering the deep silence between them as they made their way through the City.

She had been following them for some time, intrigued by this weird union. Searching for something, possibly? Or were they also drawn to the Pubs? It was really no surprise when they paused outside of The Fallen Wing.

However, their arrival didn't mean Mephit wasn't done with them. "Good evening."

[Bee]

A pub. That's what it was leading him to. Not what he expected. Disappointment and vexation clawed at him. And yet it still might be the right place. Paranoia clung to him stronger than irritation and frustration combined, at the feeling of being watched. He glanced at the bird with narrowed eyes, convinced for a moment that it had led him here deliberately, somehow sensing his desire to find Sorcha. Led him to some kind of trap.

He prepared to shift forms into something stronger, bigger, faster, and twist the bird's head clean off before his better judgment regained control. Don't act. Not before everything fell into place. Didn't want to kill what could be his only lead.

Could still be the place. The nexus. Sorcha. He would be calm.

Then the woman, and the calm vanished. Didn't like the look of her. The feel of her. The anything of her.

She spoke. He grunted in response.

A good evening? Scarcely.

[Greenie]

Already edgy, Pascha jumped a good foot when suddenly there was a huge black and grey thing that creeped up on them and decided well whatahay, might as well join the party, right? WRONG. He settled back down when he realized it - he? she? what? - hadn't immediately moved towards them, merely made some sort of noncommittal statement that people in this sort of awkward situation tended to do.

The owl quickly soothed his ruffled feathers lest he look more crazy than he was, and his gaze darted back and forth between the (now angry?) looking Selkie and this strange-ass lady (he'd determined it must be female, though he wasn't particularly sure how he'd arrived at that deduction) in an attempt to figure out if they knew each other.

Apparently not. In his world, grunts and glares were not responses one gave to friends, or even lukewarm acquaintances. His gaze drifted skyward, and he wondered aloud, "What did I do to get into this situation? Huh? Huh? Lost my feathers one too many times? Or did I just maim too many people's good conscious? Because this seems overly cruel." The bird spoke to himself, then shifted back to this new... black and grey animal he hadn't quite pinpointed.

"Yes, hello and whatever. What do you want and why do you seem intent on following me? I already have one stalker, you see, and I truly feel that one is enough for the evening no matter how good this pub smells." Pascha paused, and took a mental step back to actually examine what was standing in front of him.

Was that a.... a diseased Avington tree on it? It had to be. It was the right shape, the right level of grotesque, and it was sending tendrils of horror and disgust into his gut, which usually only happened when he saw nasty Lowlanders. His instinct immediately kicked in and he stepped back pace by horrified pace.

[Vyn]

Mephit's blue eyes snapped between the two. She decided quickly she didn't like them. The sentiments were shared, apparently, and picked up easily within the strangers' thoughts. Her eyes slowly narrowed into slits but the cordial smile stayed... until the bird started talking to himself.

Still, the situation might be worth recovering. Might be fun to torture these two, see them squirm and scream. The thought was pleasing, soothing, and then the little bird saw her tree and his horror washed over her like a filthy wave.

Weapon hissed, voice soothing and assertive. If you don't like them, then let's just make them go away. Suddenly the bone-handled rapier appeared in the King's hand and, as if the blade had a light of its own, Mephit lunged. Not for the bird, however, but for the Spade Rat.

"We want to see you bleed." She activates her fear ability as she lunges, focusing it on the Spade as the rapier aims to execute her 'signature attack' against him.


King's Ability: At will she is now able to summon a thin, bone handled rapier from her heart marking and wield it as though it were a part of her body. The rapier has a few small razor notches at the end of the blade that dig into and pull flesh backwards as it is withdrawn. This blade will automatically unsummon itself against other Hearts, refusing to injure them.

Weapon Sentience: The weapon is now able to direct itself separately from its masters muscle pull. It still needs to be held in order to be used, but it will avoid innocent parties to a fight unless provoked and will never strike a Heart.
The blade likes to aim for thigh muscles and pull at the with its serrated edges to disable an opponent, making it into what one might call a signature move.
For some reason, it appears to loathe Yarrows, Bog dwellers, and Spades, and a Yarrow or a Bog Spade is just the ultimate insult to injury in its presence.
If it espies or senses any of these monstrosities nearby, it very well may leap to its summoners hand and begin attacking unprovoked...

Small Ability: Her eyes are incredibly captivating, staring into them can cause Cards ranked 8 and below to feel very, very afraid.

[Bee]

Hadn't dropped his guard for a moment. Lifetime of paranoia, amplified by this woman's demeanor. Good thing, too, when the thing lunged at him with a weapon, ragged and nasty-looking. He whipped away, shifting as he did back to his original animal, though his coat remained the same. His large tail slammed into her sword hand and the rapier with enough force to knock a person into a wall. Shifted back at the end of the swing, ending back as a rat. Deniability in the owl-thing's face, to anyone who might be watching. Trick of the eye. Strong rat.

He hissed menacingly at the woman, crouched, ready to spring if she so much as breathed wrong. Heart beat madly, adrenaline ran ferociously. Instincts told him to kill.

Another kind of paranoia told him to avoid murder in public. Paranoia, or maybe Sorcha's voice.

Coming seconds would dictate which calling won.

[Greenie]

Pascha's jaw dropped in a mixture of horror and terror. Why was this odd woman crazy? Was being a destroyed Avington that terrible? (Like he'd ever know!) Apparently it made you batshit crazy to the point where you attacked random strangers on the street that were just trying to follow their noses against all common sense!

His gaze flickered between the two when Crazy pulled out her weapon and lunged at the Selkie, and he could have sworn the rat did something weird like change colors? but when the tail slam had been completed and all was said and done he looked the same, so maybe Pascha's eyes were just trying to convince him this all wasn't happening by distracting him with the impossible. Yes, that was obviously the solution.

Pascha, sensing immediate action was going to be needed on his part to stay alive - for clearly when she was finished with this boyo, he would be next - shifted into his bipedal and pulled out his watch with his "new" hand.

He shifted away from the two and went into a crouch, then activated the unusual power and shot the beam straight into the diseased Avington's face. She was glaring rather viciously, so his chances of missing seemed awfully slight to him. Thankfully it didn't particularly matter whom she fell in love with, him or his Selkie stalker - he rather doubted the rat was going to send her after Pascha, as he'd been very intent on following him up until Crazy Lady here went bezerk. At that moment, Pascha was very glad he'd only ever used the spell once before - saving such a thing for "the right moment," in hindsight, was a good decision.

Watch Power: Once a month the watch will have the ability to shoot a jet of light into the eyes of another SD, causing an interesting reaction. The SD hit by this ray of light will fall instantly in love with the next SD they lay eyes on for one hour, doing anything they say (baring anything that would injure or threaten them, that will instantly break the spell). The owner of the watch can even use it on themselves as while the spell is in effect the sensation of dire love is akin to the ultimate high <3

[Vyn]

Mephit's bright blue eyes widened in shock as the rat suddenly transformed into a komodo dragon. Her attack was haulted almost before it began, his powerful tail slamming into her wrist and sending the weapon flying. Before she had any time to react, the reptile was a rat again as if nothing had happened at all in the first place.

The serpentine doe hisses furiously as the weapon vanishes from it's spot and reappears once more in her hand. She lunges once more, prepared this time the whatever disturbing magic trick this beast possess, only to be hit in the face with Pascha's love charm. She'd been so focused on the rat's changes that she'd forgotten all about the creepy little owl until his ability blinded her.

The doe backs up, vainly shielding her eyes. When the light fades, Mephit is still half-poised to attack the Spade Rat and she blinks momentarily in surprise. "Oh." The weapon shrieks in rage in the back of her mind, momentarily jerking her hand in the direction of the rat but Mephit quickly unsummons her.

[Bee]

Suddenly it all dissolved. From the thing's end, anyway. He remained ready to leap. Whipped his gaze back between the Tulgey and the beast. Trying to discern what had happened. The bird had a new body--ordinary shifting, no concern, no concern--and a pocketwatch. The beast woman was no longer armed. Had some kind of Look.

Liked that even less than her original look. Couldn't say why. Unsettling, a little baffling. Ignored the particulars for now, focused on the bigger picture.

Thought maybe he should attack her while she was distracted. But perhaps the bird had neutralized her somehow. She had unsummoned her weapon. Best not to murder in public. Remember. His breathing slowed by increments.

Unhunched a little. Reason with her, he told himself. If it fails, break her neck.

"Stand aside," he said, voice a low, threatening rumble. Something in this pub was useful. He was going to get in.

[Greenie]

Pascha stayed in his crouched position, ready to use one of his other powers if he'd missed, but it seemed unnecessary. The scary weapon thing disappeared (why did only Hearts get awesome things?) and she stared at Beraht as if her world had suddenly flipped and he was the center of it. That was a good place to start.

He stood up slowly and edged over to Beraht, and spoke in a low voice, hoping she was confused enough that she wouldn't understand or fully comprehend him. "She's in love with you. You have one hour. Don't instruct her to hurt herself." Pascha instructed.

He watched the two stare warily at each other for a few more long moments, then began scuttling his way into the building. "I'm going inside," He pronounced loudly, with the understanding that the situation was now diffused - at least for an hour.

[Vyn]

Mephit's heart was racing in her ears, a strange smile quirked on her face. The Rat seemed to be the center of this, despite Weapon's feverish protests that he was bad. How could he be bad? Not possible. Mephit loved him. Was that right?

Weapon didn't approve. She screamed and hissed that it was wrong, bewitching, and begged to be summoned and used. They were supposed to make the strangers bleed, Weapon insisted, that would break the spell. The Rat, however, was commanding Mephit stand aside and it seemed very much a conflict of interests between Rat and Weapon. Nevertheless, Mephit found herself bashfully stepping aside. Was she in the way? That wouldn't do...

After a moment, the creepy Tulgey owl had sidled up next to her Rat, and Mephit's blue eyes narrowed into wary slits. It would seem Rat did not mind him, which meant it was possible he wasn't so bad. The doe inched closer, wary, but suddenly the the Tulgey announced he was going inside. Mephit's blue eyes trained firmly onto the Rat once more. Was he as well? If she, so would accompany him.