T - Varde, Spidey, Kitty, Yuiven

[Nathalia]

((Mirung completely ignored the Rat, in favor of the weird mix he was cajoling, she looked sick...maybe even pregnant, and he wasn't sure if delusions were supposed to happen to pregnant people? He'd never actually been around any...
"Easy, m'gel. Not gonna hurt yeh, jus' wanna help. What's a'matter, kin y'tell me? I 'ave some healin' draughts on me, maybe one'll help yeh?"
He asked, getting a good look at her...Glacier, very pretty...though those ears...disturbed him a bit, he couldn't quite place why...made him think of old folk stories.
Not, the time. He chided himself, crouching next to her and trying to offer a friendly smile.

She suddenly bulged outward! Her stomach stretching to the point where the fur was stretched sparsely over it and her back legs unable to touch the ground!
"Hell's bells!" The Lowlander cried, throwing himself backwards and cringing at the sight. "Shit, woman! What 'appened to yeh!?"

Farrago, grunted, managing to prop himself up onto one arm and give Fenzik a pathetic look and a small grin.
"Matey, e'en if we did, what do you think they did to deserve it, after that little display?" He coughed, and gasped, blood drizzling out of his beak as he panted. "It's war, my friend...it's not supposed to be pretty, y'know?" His voice trailed off pathetically as he tried to right himself and the impression of a broken bone rose to the surface on his chest.
Gagging on agony, he flopped back down, eyes wide in a panic, as he tried to figure out how to move.
"Fenzik? 'At was yer name, righ'? Fenzik, matey...please help me." He whispered, eyes on the back of the giant Lowlander, one hand trying to reach a weapon in a panic. "He'll kill me, mate, help me, please."))



~Nathalia

[Kitty]

She was tired, and she didn't feel good, she was paranoid, suspicious and angry at the world. She wanted to break things, but she was too tired to search for things to break, or go through with that actually. Her ears drooped as she started to lose the will to be angry, but still tried to cling to the oh so comforting emotion.

It's my stomach it -

That's as far as she got before she expanded to the extreme. The rock she'd been holding shot out of her paw, landed on the ground and rolled to Mirung's feet after he'd backed away. She wiggled her toes uselessly, unable to reach the ground any longer

That was the last straw and she burst into tears for the first time since she was a child. something was more then wrong with her, and she didn't like the overwhelming sense of dread that found it's way to her mind. She was actually crying hard enough that she had to choke out the words she managed to say.

I.... I don't.... know!

Webster's ears perked up even more when the avian/vermin spoke about her family's shop and even mentioned something about siblings. He wished he had siblings sometimes, it got so lonely around the apartment all by himself. Miss Angora just didn't visit often enough.

how many siblings do you have? What're they like? you said your father was half Lowlander?

[Nathalia]

((Mirung couldn't help the absolute pang of pity at the poor girl's situation. What the Hell was happening to her?
"Come on, honey...it's gonna be ok, I'm jus' gonna try t' pick y'up. Gonna walk to th'square an' Cale'll get y'to a doctor, ok?" He asked, re approaching her and trying to speak as soothingly as possible.
Not something he was especially well-versed in.
Her sob choked something in him and he couldn't help but give the brown fur a quick scraping gaze...she might even be part Lowlander. Whatever was affecting her, he couldn't just leave her here. It was like abandoning family.
"Hang on, m'gel. S'gonna be ok." He murmured, gingerly squatting down and picking her up, cradling her against his chest and hoping she wouldn't bite. "It'll be ok. What's yer name? I didn't get yer name."
He stood up again slowly, watching as the kids began to vanish from view as they continued on too.
Biting his lip, he glanced back at the damn Josiggy and the Rat.
"Fenzik, I'm counting on you t'either finish him off or tie him up. We'll meet up wit' yeh further on, come on, this girl needs a doctor!"
So saying, he hurried off after the kids.

He caught the kids up and made sure all were ok, giving them a head-count and telling them the nice lady needed a doctor, when the orange light they were heading for seemed to explode, white light bursting from where it had been and obliterating their view for a few seconds.
"What the-?"
He didn't get any further, the girl in his arms gave one last squeal of pain and burst, organs tearing out as her entire lower half fell off, the spine snapping easily and sliding away with a writhing mass on top of Webster and Evaline.
The Rabbit would live fr another few seconds as Mirung tried without quite knowing why to keep her aware.
"Miss? Miss! Hang on! Hang on, doctor, we'll get you a doctor." He whimpered, not sure what to do.))


ID: SD 490
Name: ----
Suit: Hearts
Rank: Seven
Gender: Male
Animal: Bird (Toucan)
Region: Villa en Miir/Solandria Glacier/Hisstor Wastes
Dealer: Kitty
Parents: Talaith x NPC

Notes: The Rabbit ear mutation he was born with cannot be commissioned or gained by favors, only rolled for in breedings. This lovely creature was born at the age of 21 and a full adult. He has an advanced knowledge of Card culture and heritage and is rather intellectual about most things, t the point of being slightly emotionally constipated. Regardless of this, he feels the loss of his Mother as any Hisstor mix would and her loss is enough to cause him emotional back-up for quite a bit if mentioned. He loved her as he loves very few.
He has quite a wealth of anger at the world, but especially toward Josiggies whom he blames instinctively for the roundabout downfall of his Mother.
The boy has no use for religion of any kind and finds those who would hide behind it to be cowardly and laughable in their pursuits. A rather frightening atheist if given the chance to be, he fears death more than anything else in the world.



Basic Magical Ability: He can ignore moderate amounts of pain for up to an hour.
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

[Kitty]

Talaith was beyond the point of being angry, what could she do, anyway? She couldn't move.. .she could roll, but... really that didn't sound like much of an option. She submitted to being picked up, but her sobs intensified for a bit, until he asked for her name. She gave a stuttering inhale before looking up at him with dropped ears, trying to catch his eyes and search for anything negative. Nothing, just concern. It made her jaw quiver.

T-Talaith. I'm Talaith.

She placed a little front paw on his arm and did her very best to give him a smile. Funny how the first person to show her any large amount of kindness in her life would be a card. Of all the bloody funny things life had thrown her way, this would have been the most hilarious one had she not been in physical and emotional pain.

She relaxed as much as she could when he reassured her that they were going ot get her a doctor and she'd be fine, but there was a part of her mind that kept telling her she wouldn't be fine, that this level of wrongness was just absurd. But she kept a running chant in her head that she'd be fine and found a comfortably numb place, but kept her paw on his arm for it's comforting properties.

They were almost there, she could hear the kid's voices now. He was going to take them all and then they'd..... pain. Pain was all she knew and she let out a screech and clenched her dull little claws against the lowlander's arm. Her spine snapped as her hind end was ripped off, she felt nothing after that. It felt nice, this nothing. Fuzzy and comforting. She was able to offer him one last glance before the lids closed on her blue eyes once more, her voice soft, but quite sincere as the last whisper of words came from her maw before the blackness took hold.

Thank you.

The boy fell and landed in an ungraceful heap between the two kittens and the gore from his 'birth'. He flopped around a bit, trying to get to his feet and not truly registering the warm bodies on either side of him until he was righted.

Deep purple eyes fell upon the remains of his dearly departed mother and his wings came up to his beak in what would have been disbelief had he not already known. That was just the image that sealed the deal though. For a moment he just, eyes glassy as he not only took in the scene, recorded it and then tried to file it somewhere very far in the back of his mind.

The avian trembled a bit, his still wet feathers doing their best to try and fluff up in a mixture of emotions that even he would find hard to define properly. So many things running through his mind at once, just.... so many.

He stepped away from the kittens and toward Mirung, a look of deep respect finally settling it's self upon his beak. It didn't take a neurosurgeon to realize who had helped his mother in her final moments. As inappropriate as it was, he extended a wing out in hoped the man would shake it.

His accent would be quite strange for his apparent mix of realms, quite strange indeed.[[Think Irish, he demanded <3 ]]

Many thanks to you my friend. your kindness shall not go unnoticed.

He fluffed himself up a little more, glaring off into the direction they had, apparently, been heading at the time of his mother's demise, muttering mostly to himself.... but loud enough for the others to hear him.

Damn cowardly brindle-faces! I know they were behind this. I know it!

Webster was happy to see Mirung and was the first to greet him with a cheerful hello as he took his attention from Amorette. Wow, the lady he was carrying sure had funny ears, didn't she? Almost like what Miss Angora said would come eat him if he misbehaved. Man, he hadn't slept for a week the first time she'd threatened him with that. But Talaith wasn't scary, especially not now and a look of concern briefly flitted across his features before something strange happened. Quite suddenly and warm, sticky liquid washed over him, along with the feeling of soft, squishy things hitting his body and he closed his eyes and moved toward Evaline, only to have something large and heavy fall between him and the other kitten. He gave an unhappy mewl when the toucan stepped on his tail and wiggled away from the bird, wiping goo off his face so he could see what happened.

And instantly regretting doing so. His eyes widened as his jaw quite literally dropped, his tail doing it's best job to poof out as well. The lady with the funny ears she.... she was broken, right in half too. Her insides were all outside, all over the ground and he had the brief urge to try and gather them up, stuff them back inside and have someone sew her up again, like what had to be done with his toys sometimes. However, he didn't think people worked like that so he just stared in horror at her remains, and then at the bird.

Where had he... come from? He certainly wouldn't have missed someone with such bright pinks!

[Varde]

Killer or not, the bird was suffering, and Fenzik couldn't just stand there and watch. Before he had entirely decided whether or not his idea was good or even appropriate, he was already leaning close to Farrago's ear and speaking in a low voice. "I'll make you a deal. I'll help you... if you'll come back to Corvistowne with me and let me run a few experiments on you," he proposed. "I don't approve of killing other Cards," he added quickly, gesturing toward the shoppe containing the grisly scene, "but if that was you, your brain must be terribly, delightfully unbalanced." It was the rat's turn to give a little grin, now. "I would love to perform just a couple of tests. But I won't hurt you at all, I promise." An odd statement, he realized, as he looked Farrago up and down and surveyed, a bit helplessly, the injuries the Josiggy had already sustained.

The bird needed medical attention, badly, and Fenzik was far from trained in that field. What with the state the Capital presently seemed to be in, it would probably be much easier to get Farrago help outside of the city limits. The rat looked around for anything that might assist him in transporting the biped to a hospital or somewhere. He happened to glance over at Mirung, and he saw the Lowlander effortlessly scoop up another member of their group and carry her off toward the orange light. Fenzik felt a bit envious of Mirung's strength, for there was no way the rat could -- wait... carry...

"I'm a Club!" the Corvie announced happily, suddenly remembering the moderate magical ability he so seldom used. The revelation must have struck Farrago as incredibly inane. "I can carry you," he clarified, regaining some of his composure, but still smiling. "So, er, what do you say?"

[Nathalia]

((Farrago relaxed his hold on the knife and fell back, panting at the effort it had taken to keep himself tensed for another attack...
His body felt...horribly broken.
He glanced back up at Fenzik, unable to help a small sneer as the Rat spoke half to Farrago, and half to himself...
Before the Corvie leaned down to whisper a proposition to him.
He stared up at the man, blankly.
A few seconds passed as he tried to connect the dots.
"You...can't be serious." He asked, voice low, half hoping it was a joke, half in growing terror. "You want me to what?"
He gaped at the rat, who had a gleam in his eye that farrago...didn't like...
He watched as the Lowlander vanished down the alley with the call for Fenzik to kill him, or leave him to bleed out.

It slowly dawned on him, that if he refused, the Rat would probably leave him here.
No, he could not get up.
Yes, that would mean he'd die. Unless Evan turned up out of the blue or something.
Too much to hope for at this point.
"My...brain?" He asked, feeling quite suddenly ill. What would the man do to him?
Then again...he'd promised not to hurt him...and he'd seen how the Rat had been willing to put his life on the line to help the Kitten...
Then again, he was no kid.
What options did he have?
Certain death if he was left here.
Uncertain death and possibly release with the Rat...if his brain hadn't been meddled to the point of Ace-hood by the time the man was through.
Which was worse?
Breathing heavily, the man took a gamble.
"All right... Yeah, ok...'ll go wit' you." He muttered, resentment evident in his eyes and voice. "Yeah, you are a Club...damn it. Fine. Jus'...don't take it out, right?" He asked worriedly, trying to tuck himself up as best he could as he let the Rat cart him off. Fear lingering in the streets behind them.

Mirung simply stared down at the remains of the woman in his arms.
Her last words hung on the air for a few seconds after she'd gone, his heart had practically stopped.
He'd never...seen anything like that before; the weirdness, horror, or the gratitude.
"Talaith..." He mumbled, gingerly closing the woman's eyes before looking down at the squirming mass and thinking about how best to try to comfort the children covered in gore, when he saw it.
Really saw it.
A man. A fully grown man with his Mother's ears, was sitting in the viscera and struggling to get up.
His mouth fell open, he couldn't help it, and he stared down at the Bird, a little vacant.
A gore-covered wing was offered and he shook it mechanically, coming out of his haze in time to hear the Bird mutter angrily about Josiggies.
Well! At least that was welcome in this hellish madness!
"Sorry...for your loss." He mumbled, not sure what to say. "Name's Mirung...we're actually tryin' t hide th' kids here so the Josiggies don't kill 'em too." He glanced down at the body still held in his arms and stepped to the side, placing her gently on a barrel-top and covering her with a scrap of sacking.
"Wish we had more time t'bury 'er, but..." He stopped and attempted to scoop up Webster, not minding the claws. "S'allrigh' boy. Gonna git you somewhere safe." He muttered trying to calm the poor Kitten down. At least the other two seemed ok.
"I....I gots t'get to th' square. Gotta help my crew. You comin'?" He asked the strange Bird. Almost hoping he wouldn't.))



~Nathalia


(Oh, my God, Varde. O__O Brilliant! He's yours. Feel free to PM me with questions about any tests on him and to use and abuse him to your hearts content, you now own Farrago! )

[Kitty]

The Toucan paused for a moment when Mirung introduced himself, that's right..... a name. He needed a name.... and Mother couldn't give him one. He needed a strong one that she'd be proud of. Hmmmm. There, there it was. A look of determination crossed his features briefly as he returned the shake.

Call me Seamus.

He eyed the children, and then Mirung again, doing everything he could to avoid seeing his mother again. This wasn't the time, nor the place to dwell on that and he'd push it down, deep down, and maybe deal with it later. When he spoke again his tone held very little emotion as he stared up at the man, his eyes betraying how he really felt.

I will be back for her and give her a proper burial, if you'd like to return with me, I'd.... appreciate it.

He nodded at Mirung's last question, straightening up and as an almost frightening conviction blazed behind those deep purple eyes of his.

Of course I'm coming!

______

Webster did swat at the man when he was scooped up, and a little hiss escaped his maw as well as he was quite suddenly torn from the track his mind had been on. When he looked up and saw Mirung though, a little smile crossed his muzzle. He really did like this man a lot, he really, really did. He saved him from that bad bird, and then from those bad thoughts. Maybe.... maybe he'd take him home with him? Miss Angora certainly wouldn't miss him.

with the cutest look he could muster, he activated the ability he'd learned at the fountain when he'd been fishing out those feathers. He sure hoped it worked.

Small Red Feather: Once a week, Webster is now able to cause another person to think he is their child for a full half hour. During that time, he may not hurt them, if he does...PM the Admin. The affected creature will treat him as they would treat one of their own kids...be that for ill or good.

[Varde]

((Oh, wow, for reals? That is just awesome. XD Thank you, Nat, I'll take good care of him! ;D))

Fenzik's smile broadened, a bit jarring given the overall situation, when Farrago grudgingly consented at last to his offer. "Wonderful!" he exclaimed. The bird's last comment actually made the Corvie laugh. "Take it out?" he repeated in disbelief, shaking his head. "Oh, Farrago. No, no, no. I'm a rat of my word," he said, looking the Josiggy in the eyes, trying to reassure him. "Hell, you saw first-hand how opposed I am to killing." But there wasn't much time for conversation. He still needed to get his new friend some help.

Fenzik stiffened his muscles as he tried to remember how to activate this particular magical ability. Magic was so imprecise... He was always far more comfortable using science, but that wasn't really an option right now. He shut his eyes tightly, imagining himself with inordinate strength -- enough strength to carry Farrago to someone who could treat him. He flexed one leg, testing it. It didn't feel stronger yet. His mind started to wander to chemical compounds that could induce similar results. No, focus, he scolded himself. He gritted his teeth and tried to think harder. Suddenly, the ability switched on with something like a jolt of electricity, surging through his whole body and leaving him a bit stunned and winded for a moment. "Wow... all right, that ought to do it," he murmured when his breath returned. He felt powerful and enormous, despite not having changed in size.

"You ready?" he asked Farrago, who was bracing himself. Gingerly, he put his front paws around the biped, and, with the help of both of his tails, raised him up and slid him onto his back. He had expected it would be painful to hold the other Card there for a prolonged period of time, or at least to walk, but surprisingly, it wasn't. "Make yourself comfortable up there," the rat called as Zik did its best to stabilize the new passenger. "Next stop: city limits," he announced, wearing a stupid grin. This day hadn't turned out so bad, after all.

Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, he can carry up to 100 lbs of extra weight for 24 hours straight, one day per week. He is left feeling tired and somewhat drained for the 24 hours following that period.