T - Vyn, Kari, Bee

[Kari Muffin]

The awful thing was screaming back at her and flailing wildly. The Ace clearly didn't like him, considering it screamed and came running to hide behind her. She loosened her grip on the Tulgey Queen and decided to get out of the way. The heart thing was screaming bloody murder, she didn't like it. They hadn't done anything wrong. They had just been standing here when things had happened. It wasn't their fault, they just wanted help.

The puffin sobbed a bit more as she tried to pitifully console the Ace. "I'm sorry, Are you okay?" she sobbed as she tried to pat the adorable bird on the head. Hopefully Wulfram would make the scary monster boy go away. He was wailing about getting out and not having the Ace. But the Ace obviously hated him.

She moved a bit closer to the Villa bird, trying her hardest to stay out of the way and shield the thing from the sight of the Bat. Now she just needed to stop crying.

(( <3 Getting Devika out of the way ))

[Vyn]

The smoldering frustration in Wulfram's red eyes suddenly turned hateful as everyone took to screaming. The bat child was screaming at them, Devi was screaming at the bat, and the Ace was shrieking in terror more than likely born of all the combined noise. And then, of course, they were both cowering behind him. A cold fury was building in him and a breaking point was quickly being breached. He was tired of everything and he felt a serious need to make something suffer terribly. He might not be willing to trust the Ace yet, but that was currently the lesser of his two worries.

The child suddenly threw itself at him, beating wildly at his legs and screaming irrationally. Take his Ace? As if he wanted the Ace!? The crow broke into a cruel and sadistically amused bark of laughter.

"Really kid? REALLY?" He could play nice when he needed to but, this?! Was the world trying to test his patience?! What reason did he have to stay his hand now!? His grin turned disturbingly sadistic, those Tulgey eyes flashing with something more than hate. "Remember, boy, you started this."

With that said, he kicked the boy away from him (Rolled a 12). Once there was some proper distance between himself and the wailing brat, he activated one of his nastier abilities. He'd have fun with this!



Tulgey Weird: He is a master of the sharp tongue, even those who are confident in their rank, abilities, lineage, or what have you will begin to feel the effects of his talking down to them. It's rumored that he could even make Queens feel five inches tall...

Amazing Ability: Once a week, he is now able to cause an opponent to start coughing up thick balls of heated mucus. These balls are each about the size of a Human childs' fist, they're thick and gluey, slightly crusted at the top. Heaving them up every ten seconds causes the opponent to have difficulty breathing, making them slow down and Kings or lower have dizzy fits and stumbling issues. These slimy balls dissolve into a thick ooze on the floor that parts for the caster, but make it very slippery for the opponent, Animal form will make them more stable. After one minute, the spell ceases and the opponent can breathe normally again. If the opponent is sickened by the mucus and tries to vomit, they may have even more trouble breathing, they may even pass out.

[Yuiven]

Startled by his outburst, the ghost of the Sorgaire Range Percheron shied, taking a healthy step backwards away from Vaska, as the Solandrian fruit bat skidded to a halt and whirled towards Wiglaf, looking at him with big round eyes. His left shoulder drooped in puzzlement, Wiglaf scratched his head, trying to figure out what the heck that seemingly non-sequetorial comment meant, while he was watching Vaska tear down the hallway. "Oookay, I think I'll take that as a yes," he muttered to himself under his breath after a short, awkward pause. For his part, Wiglaf gently pushed off with his foot and hopped into the air, not even bothering this time with the pretence of walking like a living Card as he floated behind at a more sedate pace.

He reached the end of the hall just as Vaska glomped onto Aleksey, wrapped his raggedy wings around the Villa Rook's neck and clung to him, letting out a few delighted and relieved cries. Smiling a little smile that had a touch of fondness, it warmed the cockles of Wiglaf's heart to see the boy and his Ace reunited. Shifting his gaze upwards from the touching reunion, Wiglaf held his breath for a moment, that same little fear creeping up into his throat as he surveyed the pair of strange foreigners also occupying the hallway.

If Vaska could see him, could they see him too?

Realization dawned slowly while standing there, waiting for their reaction: the Tulgey human and the Torque puffin had carried on as if they hadn't even taken notice of the apparition who was presently in their company. It was a relieving but somewhat unsettling revelation. Wiglaf finally released the breath he'd been holding in a long sigh. He looked up and all of a sudden found himself gawking shamelessly at the long, pointed ears sticking out of the peculiar puffin's head, without saying a word. A yelp jerked his attention and compelled him to look away, snapping his head around to see the source of the disturbance.

When he looked over, he was to discover, to his utter surprise, Aleksey wasn't jumping with joy to be with Vaska again; instead he was writhing and bucking like a wild rodeo bronc, trying to dislodge the hold of the fruit bat's wings. Having had no prior warning, Vaska was forced to let go and, knocked off balance, fell back on his rear, while the Rook rounded on him with a hiss, fluffing out violet feathers.

Outside, the storm picked up at the same time as another storm was starting to brew inside. Tension was building upon itself as it rose from the floor to the ceiling. The rush of blustery wind could still be heard howling around the Palace. Like a bolt of lightning, Devika's exclamation split the atmosphere straight down, illuminating the reality of the situation. Aleksey screamed raucously into the night air, echoing her sentiments, before scrambling away and hunkering down behind the pair of Spades as he put on his best 'I'm Just An Ace' face. Vaska sat all by his lonesome, eyes brimmed with tears, looking like he had just lost his best and only friend. Sheets of rain were pouring down, almost drowning out the whimpers of the young bat.

Left ignored, Wiglaf could only watch as an invisible viewer to this latest plot twist in the demented soap opera, shuffling his hooves quietly on the marble, unsure what to do or say. It tugged at his heartstrings to see Vaska like this.

Something was wrong...

Wiglaf knew the Ace of Clubs was Vaska's pet, had seen Aleksey around him and his brothers in Court, but didn't really know anything else about the Rook apart from that rumour he'd heard in the royal grapevine of... of... eww, he couldn't bear to think about it. Yet the Villa bird still lived up to the realm's customary individual pink and dark blue script-like markings that prophesized his life. Because no matter what someone does to hurt you, your mind remembers the best of times you had with them, and that keeps you hanging on and hoping. Aleskey was acting as if he had never known his own master.

Wiglaf's brows knitted together in confusion, he looked down and started to speak; to assure the distraught boy that this Ace of Hearts had also personally witnessed the abrupt change of personality in his beloved pet, when suddenly Vaska screamed, ripping the air into a thousand pieces. With a gasp, the spooked stallion recoiled and made a small sound that might have been the word, "No," not fully formed, because he hadn't the time to voice it before the fruit bat unleashed another unearthly scream, flaring his wings to make himself look bigger, then launched himself at His Majesty Wulfram, beating wildly at man's legs and wailing irrationally like a banshee.

Still in a state of shock, Wiglaf stood agape, his hooves riveted in place, staring from Vaska to the Queen, watching as the Tulgey grinned, a disturbingly sadistic grin, and kicked the adolescent away from him. "Is that really necessary?!" he shouted, partly in righteous indignation, partly in helpless anguish, despite the fact that His Majesty Wulfram could neither hear nor see the ghost. "He's just a kid!"

[Nathalia]

((The Ace nuzzled into the Puffin's pat and hug, pressing against her and making pitifully distressed chirping noises, its eyes going momentarily out of focus with happiness that it hoped the Bat could see.

His glazed expression seemed not to reflect the fact that a horrible fight was going on feet from it...until its eyes snapped open and it froze, eyes locked on the Stallion across from it.
The stare seemed to piece the Horse, nearly physical, as the Bird gave another startled hiss in the direction of the ghost. Confused and panicking.
As the little battle waged on, Devi will find the Horse slowly fading into focus for her as well...
Along with his /voice/, his last sentence audible to her, though slightly muffled, as though through a wall...))



~Nathalia

[Kari Muffin]

Devika really wanted to disappear. She clung to the Ace as she turned to look in horror at the screaming bat and the Tulgey. Wulfram had promised to protect her, and that was exactly what he was doing from the terrifying screechy thing. But Wulfram was being utterly terrifying in his own right. She drew closer to the Ace, failing to notice the strange look on its face.

She snapped back to reality when the Ace suddenly hissed. The puffin fluffed up as she turned around to stared in the direction he was looking. There was nothing there. At least she thought there was nothing there, until something slowly started to fade into existence.

That couldn't be right. There was absolutely no way it could possibly be right, right?

Her eyes widened and her feathers ruffled. "Uh," she said as she blindly tried to hug the Ace. Muffled words reached her ears. The horse-thing was talking. A small wail of distress escaped her, as her eyes remained locked on the horse.

Why couldn't they just leave?

[Nathalia]

((The Crow's beat-down is supremely effective!
Poor Vaska had little chance with his flailings, he must have forgotten to use some of his abilities in his bursts of insane jealousy.
The attack causes him to simply double up, heaving the horrible balls of mucus everywhere, though he does continue trying to fight the Crow!
Hope Wulfram doesn't do anything too horrible to him!
The Ace cuddles Devi and slowly starts backing toward and empty hallway, pulling her with him, wingtips slowly exploring an area around his chest...as though searching for something...
Slowly, it turns its head to her and whispers. "It's scary out here, um...wanna go down there? Where it's quiet?" The voice is soft, hesitant and light...
It gestures with a foot.
"You're very pretty...I, um, don't want you to get hurt..."))

(Vyn; since we're running so short on time, continue to beat Vaska. You need not wait on Xenon. She'll either post soon or retroactively .)



~Nathalia

[Vyn]

Wulfram's smile turns a little deranged as the heaving child continues to flail. Thankfully Devi is behind him, unable to see the wickedness playing over his features though the little chuckle that bubbles up is easy enough to hear. When the flailing thing manages to get close enough to hack up a bit of grime on his foot Wulfram reacts swiftly and takes a swipe at the boy's face (17) raking a claw over his eye before giving him another rough kick (15) to further put distance between them and Devi.

It wouldn't be good to get any of this grime on the pretty woman-child.

Alas, in attempting to spare her the carnage, Wulfram fails to notice the Ace whispering to Devi (1) or their slow progression backwards. Instead he whips out the razor he'd lifted from the Queen's chamber and stabs it down through his already tattered wing membrane (9), adding a new hole to join the old and attempting to add some pretty scars to whatever fragile flesh he catches in his sadistic sweeps.

Eventually, though, there comes a point when beating a child becomes only so entertaining. Especially when it's particularly obvious that your target is too insane to be a proper opponent. The crow scoffs and slams a talon down on the squirming, gagging child's uninjured wing and leans in close, grinning so that Vaska can see. "For my trouble, brat." He murmurs and slams the blade down on Vaska's wing claw (18), cleanly severing the little talons. "Very nice." He all but purrs as he steps back to examine his small prize.

[Kari Muffin]

Devi's attention shifted towards the Ace as she tried to tell herself that the thing she was seeing wasn't real. It was a hallucination. It didn't sound real. And Wulfram didn't notice it. Then again Wulfram was acting really scary.

The Ace was slowly taking her away from the fight? Maybe that was her imagination? She sniffed a bit and whimpered until the Ace suddenly whispered to her. Where Aces supposed to talk? He seemed nice, and he hadn't liked the scary screechy bat so...

She rubbed her eyes with her wings for a moment. It took a few moments to collect herself, the Ace was sweet enough to compliment her too. "Okay, that sounds good, I guess," she said as she looked at him with a small frown. "I don't know why Wulfram's being so scary. A-and thank you for calling me pretty. You're really nice."

She would follow him without protest.

[carcinoGeneticist]

((Vyn, your speed rocks my face. >>)

In his rage, the Bat was almost fully blind. He continued his desperate screeching and wailing, weakly trying to scrabble at his foe. At its heart, what he was doing was really more of a tantrum than anything, the boy having no idea that he would be attacked.

The kick caught him squarely in his side, sending him flying back a few feet and knocking the wind out of him. Before he could even think to catch his breath, something awful was filling his throat and he gagged on it, heaving to try and get it out. It came up along with a wave of vomit, his body unsure of how to react to the abuse (12.... tardbat barfs, but doesn't pass out... yet.). The one ball of slime up, he hardly had a chance to catch his breath before there was another one forcing its way up. The Bat stumbled forward, trying to keep his focus on the Crow, eyes watering with physical pain and overexertion. He glared up at the man, then slipped in the horrible slime and landed square on his nose. It matted his fur, making it stick up at awkward angles all across his body.

Another ball of snot came up. This one was harder to pass than the others, his throat trying to swell closed. His eyes rolled up, and he focused on the blue Horse. He was a ghost, but... He had seemed nice, now... What if he had tricked Vaska, led him here?

"Help me," he managed to choke out between the balls of mucus, weakly flailing in the puddle of his own making. Then he forced himself back to his feet, facing the man. He'd take him down. He was Seth's son! Solandrian blood coursed through his veins!!!

Not only that, it also covered the floor. Vaska choked on a ball of snot as sharp talons raked across his face, his vision on that side going dark in an instant (3). The cruel foot caught him again, crashing into his thin chest with a ridiculous force (6), cracking a rib. He saw the next hit coming too slowly, and was unable to fold his wing in time (4) - a terrible screech escaped him, seemingly a hundred times louder than his earlier screams. In fact, a window above them exploded, the vibrations creating a terrible resonance that the structure simply could not bear (ran this one by Nat xD). After all, this was sheer terror. The child though he was going to die.

Looking at the man's terrible face, how could he not think that?!

The mucus had stopped forcing up out of his throat, leaving him weakened. He was still, very still. Who would save him? He wanted his mother... He needed his father! Why was he not there?! He looked up at the man, struggling weakly to free himself (11). He was able to twist slightly, but it simply wasn't enough - then, there was blinding pain. He screamed again, but this time, launched himself forward with every ounce of energy left in his body, sharp little teeth desperate to sink into some part of the man (14). Anything would do. The face would be optimal.

((Vaska is a tiny little bundle of fail ))

[Nathalia]

((Just a note to say that that bite will hit somewhere. Rolled for backup, though you missed the face and chest, Vaska-boo.))


~Nathalia