T - Greenie, Vyn, Bee

[Nathalia]

((Nope, done magnificently. <3))

Rodney watched the idiot hiss at him and only just refrained from rolling his eyes.
Almost as bad as when Humans yelled "Die!"] or "For justice!" or somethin' stupid like that.

The man's lips peeled back and he began to froth...that certainly made Rod take a step back, eyes widening slightly as it fizzled to the ground.
"F'he hell?" He muttered, reaching into his belt for a small powder pouch and bracing himself.
He still flinched badly when the spit smacked disgustingly against the barrier and actually sizzled against the magic.

Suddenly, it seemed like back-up would be an awesome idea...
Too bad he couldn't call anyone.
Too bad he hadn't brought anyone with him.
Eff this day...

He barely had time to blink before the man launched himself at the barrier, hit it with a smack and rolled to the ground.
The force of it sent a small shockwave through the magical wall, pushing Rodney back a good few paces and causing him to yelp. No one had ever managed to move the barrier before...and he'd fought a Queen once!
What the hell!?
The fur along the back of his neck rose and he bared his teeth instinctually, raising his arms before he could think about how useless the gesture was when the man attempted to come at him from behind.
Cripes, he was fast! What the hell!?

"In f'he name of f'he law, f'top immediately!" He yelled.
The words were useless, but he had to hope that maybe he could shock the man back to whatever senses he may once have had.
HELL was he glad he hadn't told the freak where to find Sorcha!
He shoved away the image of his Officer, torn to pieces and-...enough!

Heaving the powder pouch forward, watching it slam out of the force-field and toward the other Rat. It missed, horribly, but that was why Rod liked range spells.
Screw the days when he'd had to have contact with someone before they'd say "ow".
He braced himself a bit harder in case the freak body-slammed the barrier again.

Powder Effect: The pouch exploded into a small, fiery ball that launched itself after the Joker, seeking him out and then latching on to burn slowly wherever it landed. It will burn slowly and painfully, but not do any physical damage.

[Bee]

It had moved. Good sign. Rat even looked a little surprised. Better sign. Ramming always worked. Thing to do was test for weaknesses. Never hit the same spot twice. Magic rarely ever a permanent effect. Had to crack sometime. Regretted not having basic suit abilities, for a moment--some things had simple weaknesses, to water, to earth.

He was distracted for a moment by the powder, heaved, missed, but--ignited, like Bog gasses, sought him out like a guided dart. He threw up an arm against it and it embedded itself in the flesh of his forearm. (rolled a 4 on the 1-20 Vital Locations Scale) Burned a little. But he'd ignored worse pain. Burned a little more. Continued to ignore. Bigger things to do. Like beating the cretin senseless. Law meant little to him. Wrong incentive. Maybe teeth were blocking the right words from coming. Maybe missing a few would help.

Desire to keep identity hidden warred with desire to crack circle. Shifted into another rodent, still a Selkie, immensely larger--capybara, a strange thing he'd only ever seen once--and threw himself into the rat's side. Arm burned a little more. Thought maybe magic might work where physical was not having the best effect. Put his new ability to the test. Yes. Then perhaps he could simply bribe the cretin into telling him.

Joker’s Ability: He can take on the form of any other card except for another Joker or any King. His eyes remain the same always, however, and if he stays in another's form for more than a day, he will automatically return to his own form.

Diamond Statue: Wow... What a gorgeous little creation! Upon laying eyes on it, the SD will feel the overpowering need to possess it. Once they have seized it, they will feel a tingling run down their arm and vanish.
Once a week, this SD is now able to cause a sense of painful greed to rise in another Card ranked King or lower. The victim will be consumed by the need for material items over the course of the next 24 hours and will bargain, plead, and steal things in order to have them before "waking" back into themselves a day later. Using this causes the caster to be unable to eat for a full day.

[Nathalia]

Seeing the fire light on the man's arm gave him a small thrill of adrenaline that was quickly extinguished as the shock of the man changing into another Species.
"What- What f'he hell!?"
He shrieked, not having expected anything of the sort in the slightest and falling back over a chair on the back patio.

This...
Was.
Not.
Possible.
His eyes were wide enough that they were ringed with red and his ears were pressed so flat into his hair that they nearly vanished along his neck.
The shock of another blow to the shield from the monster shook him and he stumbled his way back up, readying a spell and unleashing it, eyes still wide and tail wrapping back around his own leg.
A...a Joker?

An odd feeling suddenly snarled along his spine.
He'd been hit by a magical attack. He'd been trained to recognize him and damn if he hadn't just taken one...and it must have been hefty to get through the shield.
Shit, shit! What- what did it do?
Bloody hell, he wasn't going to go out like this, not to a freak.

He felt the shield shudder, half gone...
Bracing his shoulders resolutely, he faced the man down, and snarled.
Something in his chest rose though...there were some things back in that bar that he had...liked.
Shaking it off for the second, he focused on his enemy, wishing for backup and knowing it wouldn't come.


Binding Spell: This strange spell works on all Cards and Leverets. Once cast, the victim will find their legs locked together in a binding one might see on a Torquehelm. The binding is a thick bit of metal with no lock or place for a keyhole that appears around their calves, holding them together. This spell can be cast once a day and lasts for a full half hour.

[Bee]

Magic clearly not piercing it. Shock did. Shield prevented him from seizing the opportunity to its fullest--and soon the cretin had regained some calm, slung out another spell. Rage rolled through him, tensing his muscles, trying to propel him forward, but when he went to launch, his legs pulled out from under him. Caught himself on his arms, glanced down, saw metal, clinging to his calves, locking his legs together. Thick. Burn in his arm worsened by increments, though it showed no wound. Wanted to claw the skin out.

Arrogant cretin was a bag of tricks.

He only had a few, but they served him well. Growled, hocked a splatter of saliva at the binding. Gesture was solely angry disdain, prompted partly by the gall of the cretin to be looking down on him, still taunting him from behind his shield, refusing to tell him, still, where he had stashed his love.

His saliva worked too slowly to make it useful in situations like this. But he did not need legs. Did not need arms. Needed only rage, needed Sorcha, needed to pound the rat into nothing but pulp and answers.

Shifted again, lengthened, a black mamba patterned instead in blue swirls, and he hissed, and struck.

[Nathalia]

Rodney snarled, his fear of this thing causing his hands to shake, making him fumble as he reached to his belt for further items he might be able to use.
The grin he had for the fact that his binding spell had taken melted off of his face within seconds as the creature spat on the metal and it slowly began to bubble.

"You f'tupid burke, jus' f'top, will you! You're waging war against f'he law, m'warning you." He shouted, wishing that the thing, whatever it was, was right enough in its gourd to listen to him.
That didn't seem likely.

The it shifted into a Snake.
Rod's mouth fell open as, faster than could rightly be seen, the thing struck, sending shock-waves through the slowly fading spell shield and landing him back on his side, slamming his arm unpleasantly against the stone.
"Bastard! F'he hell you want?!" He yelled, hurling another spell and jerking to his feet as quickly as he could. He needed another form of shield...if he couldn't manage one...
He didn't want to think about it.

He needed help, he could see the bloody bar-keep's brother standing in the doorway gaping at them, unable to move.
Little good...all he could really hope for was a distraction to let him get somewhere high, or somewhere else entirely.
Backup wasn't going to happen, not with the way he'd found the station this morning...


Wreath of Weights: This one time use only spell causes a victim to feel as though they are weighed down with 150 pounds of invisible weights. This will hamper their speed and maneuverability and may even stop them from flying are they able, though it doesn't hamper Diamond speed...
The spell lasts for a full minute.

[Greenie]

Pascha listened to the smashing and bashing and cursing and shouting going on in the other room with an increased level of agitation. He wanted to leave, why wasn't someone dead yet so he could leave? It had been almost ten minutes now and his patience was about up. He stared longingly at the small door for a few more seconds before heaving a sigh and moving to the door again. He edged it open just enough to peer out, and scowled. What the hell was that fighting the cop? A--- it changed into a snake. The fuck? Stalker? It had to be his stalker companion, no one else on the outskirts of the room looked particularly interested in fighting the rat. Shit, he was a Joker? Why hadn't he allied himself better with this man?

Well, there was nothing to be done about it. He wanted to leave and they didn't look quite ready to kill each other, so he was just going to have to intervene.

The owl gripped the door frame in one hand and the knob in the other and activated his King's ability. Immediately his stomach seized up and threatened to overturn, but his mind screamed in the sheer joy of it all. The power was amazing, intense, and made him feel on top of the world! He stared at the two as if his life depended on it, thinking solely of them; with any luck, they would forget why they were fighting, or who the other was - it didn't matter what the details were, they just needed to stop fighting long enough for him to run the fuck out of there. (And possibly grab Beraht, he hadn't decided yet.)

King's Ability: He is now able to cause up to two people once a month to forget a full day (or just aspects of it) of their lives. He cannot choose which day they will forget, but he can cause it to center around a specific person...they might not forget they know the person, but they could forget something integral about them. This power is very strong and causes him to feel very sick while using it, though energized by an adrenaline rush. The feeling is powerful and almost intoxicating...though the spell is hard to use.

[Nathalia]

((The two are suddenly struck by the Owl's ability.
Standing perfectly still as the fire patch on Beraht's side fizzle's out without the Rat's concentration.

Both look confused as the spell focusing on the pair of them causes them to completely forget this day thus far and one another.
Both blink stupidly around themselves, trying to get their bearings, before Rodney hurries over to the Snake.))

"Um..ow, damn. F'he hell is all f'his? You all righ', f'ir? Anyfin' I can do t' help you find who roughed you up?"
He'd fucking kill whoever had shot him with an amnesia dart!
From what he could see, something had just come through, probably from the pub, and mowed down this poor Selkie and himself. Snake...rare, that, weird look in his eyes too.
The man didn't appear injured and Rod offered him whatever assistance he could, barking at the bar-man's brother that he vaguely recognized from another bar fight a while ago to bring the man some water.

The Avington mix ran water out to them and retreated again, shaking.
Rodney rolled his eyes at him.
"Idiot keeps taking freaks into his bar, can I help you wiff anyfin' sir?"

((Hell that was super effective, though Beraht still seems to want to find his girlfriend...the sense of urgency has dimmed slightly.
The patch of scale that used to be his arm has ceased to burn and his mind is confused by the spell, but only in wondering what has happened thus far today. He does not remember how he got here, the Owl, or the Rat. Nor does the Rat remember either of them of how he got here..

Hmm...wonder if he would be more amiable about taking them to Sorcha now, especially since he can't remember what happened this morning...))


((As he's leaving the door, Pasha finds this odd little thing stuck to his foot:

Tin Badge: This tiny tin badge looks an awful lot like that of either an official inspector, Officer of the force of any region, or Royal proclamator. The owner can put it on and instantly find themselves holding documents that will allow them entry to anywhere and anything, event or otherwise. The documents will convince any Card of their legitimacy unless what the owner is trying to get into isn't something official. (For example: This will get you into any Palace or any Palace event, invitation or no. This will NOT get you an exclusive invitation to the date The Queen happens to be having with their new paramour.)
This item can be passed between people and does not have to be kept by the person who finds it, but they MUST be wearing the badge for the spell to work and the instant they take it off, they lose ALL feigned credibility. This also applies if it is stolen.

[Bee]

He had changed forms for some reason. Didn't know why. Ordinarily running around as a snake held no advantage. No hands. Eye-catching. Paranoia welled inside him, filling his brain with a wealth of ideas as to what might have transpired. He willed it to quiet. Needed to get his bearings. A rat and an owl. Judging by the area, some kind of commotion. Might have suffered a concussion. Felt muddled enough for it.

He looked at the rat as he spoke. Roughed up? He looked down. He was scuffed. He could recall nothing, only a gut feeling that he needed to find Sorcha. Every frayed fiber of his brain told him something foul was afoot.

Calm. Serene. Tranquil. He needed to deal with his--excessive suspicion--rationally. His mouth was dry and he drank the water. Ordered his thoughts. Constructed his answer to the helpful(?) rat's question. After a moment he trusted himself to speak.

He said, "I was looking for a friend. Sorcha. She was supposed to meet me for lunch, but did not show. Probably wrapped up in work. But I worry."

(Holy bran muffins, I'm sorry it took so long to post in here. Please feel free to hurl obscenities and fists in my direction.)

[Nathalia]

((No problem, please excuse my family-devoured 4-day break. <3))

Poor man was polite, more than he could say fer most people he tried to assist after they'd been banged up. Most of 'em got all defensive and asinine, some even tried to finish their previous fight with a side of himself.

"Sorcha? She's an officer on my squad, actually. I could take you by f'he office t' see if she's fh'ere. Can't give out confidential, but if she's there, s' public ground. C'mon, sir."
Turning with a slight wince...felt like someone had been shoving him all over the place and his tail was bruised.
He gave the door a glare, the Avington mixed barman's brother was still standing there nervously. Rodney sighed, ears drooping as he walked over to him.
"S'amatter wit' you, f'hen?"
The man gaped at him, apparently appalled, and then began babbling madly about the murdered bodies in his brother's room.

Rodney's face went pale and he appeared torn, finally he hurried back out to the snake, scurrying past the strange Tulgey Owl.
"Look, sir, I'm really sorry. Fh'ere's been a murder...I'm needed here, I'm going to..." He pulled a city map out of his pocket and a nub of a pencil. "Fh'is here...is f'he Capital Police station. S'to f'he left, out in f'at direction, jus' go f'at way about a mile an' you'll hit it. Jus' ask at f'he desk fer Torrin, he'll help you if you tell him Rodney sent you. F'at's me, Rodney.
He'll get you t' Sorcha if she's f'here."
He circled the area and handed it to the Serpent, worry etched all over his face and ran back inside to see what he could do.

((Feel free to keep traveling together, or to split; it is entirely up to you and you can do either without any detriment to the plot. <3 Otherwise, get ready to head out for the Police Station and some...fun...<3))


~Nathalia

[Greenie]

Pascha took several deep breaths as the spell slid out of him, and had to cling to the door frame to remain standing. His compact frame quivered as he fought to keep his eyes open to see how it was working.

Confusion hit them, and they stared at each other for a few moments before one spoke. They quickly slid into easy enough conversation, and Pascha couldn't help his beaky grin from exploding onto his face.

He'd just about caught his breath (though the shaking didn't seem like it wanted to leave) when the cop-rat suddenly burst past him, looked around, and zipped back out. He didn't seem to know about the murders anymore, much to the confusion of his comrades, but it was rather convenient for Pascha's imminent get-away.

The owl edged over to his confusing little friend - he was still trying to figure out if the man had actually shape-shifted, or if he was seeing things - and peeked at the map. "Where are we going?" He asked, not about to part from his angry companion just yet.