Denying the Obvious (Ended)

[Kitty]

He was more into the aesthetically pleasing things, and people, but there was something absolutely wonderful about those with a pretty outside and an inside that just ... wasn't. There were a lot of people like that, but he didn't much care for the run of the mill variety, no ... he liked those people who's pretty exterior was the exact opposite of who they really were and could maintain the pretty act. He had a growing suspicion that Wulfram was just that and there was only one way to find that out .... provoke it.

He finished off another drink, ignoring the fact that it sent a shiver down his spine and bristled the fur along the way in favor of giving off a little growl and a flash of fang, he was getting himself in over his head and didn't even know it.

I like to know exactly what I'm dealing with.

He arched his neck and moved his head down and closer to the Tulgey, another growl in his throat and a rather predatory look in is eyes ... he was damned and determined to get his way sooner then later and obviously simply talking wasn't doing the trick.

[Vyn]

Wulfram smirked wickedly when Mo leaned in, his lips curling into a cruel little sneer.

Was that what Mo wanted to see? The side of him that would've been happy to cut Mo open and make him scream? Or did he even know what he was playing with?

He knocked down the rest of his drink and slid the glass aside before standing up, using the new height to loom over Morpheus. "If zat ist vhat you really vant... Zhen I'll give it to you." The crow's expression remained darkly amused, twisted into that sadistic smile. If Mo wanted to know exactly what he was dealing with, then fine. Wulfram would give it to him.

"Lets go somewhere less noisy, ja?" His eyes glinted with barely concealed pleasure as he motioned toward the door. He wanted some privacy, somewhere where he could really enjoy making the weasel scream.

[Kitty]

He was slowly coming to the realization that Wulfram was a rather odd man, and not in the same manner that Harlequinn was odd either. His ears slid halfway back when he received that sneer, but he didn't back off. Green eyes followed him as he stood and.... was he looming? His only response to that was to growl and keep his fur bristled. And then he paused .... what? He'd just gotten through telling him that he had to wait to get what he wanted and now he was just offering it up? Not even he was dense enough not to realize there was something wrong with that ... but over confidence was a dangerous thing.

Alright then ... lead the way.

Normally words like that had him thrilled to leave, but this wasn't filled with the same promise as the others ... there was something dark about it and it kept him bristled ... but he was curious. Well, curious and completely running under the idea that if something unpleasant were to happen he could more then take care of himself against some silly Jack.

His tail curled up a bit, but not into it's happy shape, as he followed the Tulgey human out the door.

[Vyn]

The crow could barely resist the urge to laugh as he watched the weasel bristle. Was he finally realizing what he'd asked for? Wulfram surely hoped so, he wanted to see Mo regret his pushy behavior. Brat's should realize when they're being punished.

Dropping some coin on the table for the bar keep, Wulfram made his way outside and waited for Mo to arrive behind him. Once out of hearing range of the bar, he abruptly turned on Mo. Switching forms from fragile Human to the larger Avian and simultaneously activating his Jack ability, Wulfram aimed to grab Mo and thrust him up against the alley wall before Mo could react enough to stop him.

Were Mo to try, of course, Wulfram had his Jack ability to fall back on but if he was successful, he would drive the other male roughly against the uneven bricks of the alley wall.

This evenings fun was only just beginning.


Jack's Ability: He is able to predict what an opponents first move will be, even without prior knowledge of what spells they possess. He will not be able to know exactly what their spell or move will be, but he will know what direction they are going in and what the spell might have to do with.

Jack Enhancement: He is now able to tell exactly what the first spell used on him will entail. This doesn't mean he can dodge everything, but he will at least know what's coming and be better prepared for it. This also works on magical weapons, summoned or not, and odd trinkets.

[Kitty]

That feeling of utter wrongness lingered in the back of his mind as he followed the Jack, his tail stiff and fully giving away the tension that lingered in his mind. The further they got from the bar the more this feeling grew but he was making a rather large effort to keep this from the pale man ahead of him.

He was surprised at the sudden shift of forms and it confused him enough to make him hesitate. The attack pulled a surprised squeak from him as he was driven back roughly, a deep warning growl instantly rumbling up from his throat as he bared his fangs. The feeling of uneven brick against his back was uncomfortable, but he had bigger things to worry about .... bigger, feathered things.

He lifted a hand and moved it quickly, wanting to rake his sharp claws across any part of the man that he could reach, to drive him back. He was entirely unamused by the whole situation.

[Vyn]

No spells swung at him and, to Wulfram's satisfaction, he felt Mo's back collide roughly with the uneven stone bricks. He wanted to see the weasel cry out, groan... something. His reaction wasn't nearly satisfying enough.

And then Mo went so far as to snare one of his feathers. Wulfram cursed angrily in his home tongue, his eye twitching in fury at the loss of one of his beautiful white feathers before the suddenly flared his wings up and back before flapping down roughly, pummeling Mo with a sudden downdraft of air.

If he hadn't been mildly angry before, he was now.

"Brat." He abruptly spat, his Tulgey Weird manifesting itself suddenly and forcefully. "You vanted to see ze man beneath ze mask, are you happy?" The crow's talon-like hands remained on Mo's upper arms, biting into fur and flesh now without remorse. "Do you vant to see more?!"


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...

[Kitty]

The fact that he'd managed to pull one of those pretty white feathers out of it's place on the crow's body brought him momentary pleasure ... served the damn Jack right! However, it also seemed to enrage the man further, to the point where that odd sensation moved it's way through his body again. So the bird had done something to him that first night! His confidence waned but it didn't have the exact effect on him as it had this time, he didn't completely crumple. Not that he was feeling at all like his normal, overly confident self... but he didn't give in completely. The flared wings added to this almost overwhelming feeling of utter smallness... but he still bared his fangs and growled again.

He knew he probably shouldn't, he knew he was testing his lucky already and that this might just set the angry spade off even more but he used his natural Diamond ability when he started speaking in the tongue of The Wood, instantly picking up on the curses in all their vulgar glory. He had a good amount of adrenaline coursing through his veins and that was probably what was keeping him from wilting before the angry man before him.

A hiss of pain escaped his maw as he felt claws dig into his arms and it made the need to do something, anything, increase as a brief flicker of panic bubbled up.

When he spoke he did so not in common but in Wulfram's native tongue, his voice wavering a bit as a result of the man's weird.

Bring it, feather head.

[Vyn]

Mo's defiance was expected, Wulfram had been waiting for it. He had planned, with all the pleasure in the world, to punish the boy for it.

What he did not expect, however, was for Mo to growl at him in Tulgey and for the words he offered to be of such pathetic and moronic quality. Feather Head?

It would have been bad enough in common, but in his tongue? Rage flashed suddenly through Wulfram's eyes, pure and unconcealed. Mo wanted to see it all, wanted to meet the true sadist... He'd gotten what he'd asked for, and oh so much more.

A sneer twitched at the edge of his beak. He remained in his own tongue, Tulgey magic and hatred alike pouring into his words. "You have no right to taint my region with your filthy tongue!" The crow's rage was almost tangible and, if that alone didn't make itself evident than the throat-wrenching pain that followed it would.

Wulfram would make him suffer for daring to use his pretty diamond magic to invade his language. This was so much more than the pampered Queen being a brat, oh so much more.


Moderate Ability: Once a week, he is capable of causing an opponent's bronchial tubes to contract painfully for a full fifteen minutes. During this time, the victim will be unable to speak properly as their throat twists up on itself and contracts at odd moments as roughly as it can. Cards ranked 8 and lower may even begin to bleed a bit from the mouth as the tender flesh will tear a little, and cards ranked 5 and lower could have permanent damage done to their throats (please Pm the Admin if this ability is used on a Card ranked 5 or lower or a Leveret) While he is using this ability, he will find that he cannot speak again either until he either releases his control on the other's throat, or the spell's time allotment runs out. This spell also gives him a kind of high, akin to that gained while smoking pot, that becomes stronger if/when he smells blood. The high lasts a bit after the spell has ceased and can make him forget about one injury until the fight is over. This could cause him to make the injury worse without realizing it.

[Kitty]

There was something deeply satisfying about insulting someone in their own tongue, a satisfaction that only grew when he saw the rage enter the normally cool red eyes of the crow. He was tempting fate, he knew it, but he couldn't help but grin at the sneer and it only broadened when the other man went into his little mini lecture ... Morpheus had ignored enough lectures in his lifetime that this one simply flitted through one ear and out the other. If he didn't listen to his mother, what made the Jack believe he'd do so for him?

What came next though... that took him completely by surprise and his eyes widened as he suddenly felt pain ... and a type that wasn't on the same level as the claws poking neat little holes into his arms had been either. It was like someone was reaching into his throat and twisting and pulling it on odd ways it was painful and awkward and frightening all at once.

And it pissed him off.

He used the close proximity of the other man to his advantage and, instead of biting due to the odd sensations in is throat, he lashed out with clawed feet. He knew this would cause him to slide down the wall, which it did... and it wasn't pleasant either, but he hoped to get a in a kick or two... or at the very least catch him with his claws. If the Tulgey didn't let his arms loose well, he'd probably be following him to the ground then.

[Vyn]

While Wulfram's eyes flashed with anger, he was far from blinded by it. This was a pure, righteous, sort of anger and its heat coursing through his veins only seemed to give him more clarity. He would show Mo why one did not dare use his language so freely, Diamond or not.

Filthy creature, rot or not, he would learn. Wulfram would make him eat his own tongue.

Activating his ability brought immediate gratification -- the surprise, the pain... Wulfram could have laughed if his own spell didn't prevent him from making noise as well. A deep rumbling welled in his chest though, full of intoxicating pleasure that only grew stronger as his nails dug more deeply into the Lowlander's arms.

Morpheus's retaliating briefly surprised Wulfram, but not nearly enough to keep him from reacting in kind. He let go of Mo's arms as the man dropped and instead reached out for a handful of that pretty green mane. The feeling of the long strands tangling in his hand delighted him as much as the clawed gouges on his legs infuriated him and, with another silent bark of laughter, Wulfram forced Mo's head backward by the mane, aiming to slam the base of his skull into the wall he was now slumped against.

Brat.