genessia | [ action | closed ] terrible things happen to good people every day

His... less fortunate side-

Less reasonable side in his opinion, had been otherwise disposed for the evening. Solidly locked in a hall closet to keep the idiot from sprinting out into the world and potentially getting himself shanked right the hell up or getting "help" as he'd so earnestly said they both needed.

No. No they didn't. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good, lungs clear, head clearer, even the shrieking of the flutes seemed more melodious than they'd ever been before, it wasn't just tolerable.

It was exhilarating. The priest, or rather, the heretic now, had lodged himself warmly and firmly in the attic of the rectory, a game plan already being set up for the rest of the evening, if not the week.

After all, it had been such a long time since he'd properly eaten, thanks to the whinging, terrified man in the closet in the hall. There were a few people in town he wouldn't mind not seeing anymore, to be perfectly honest. May as well see if the undead had souls to take, beating hearts or not!

He'd have to be careful.

As for those feelings his other half kept catching... well.

"Deal with that when it comes."

The pooka was on that list too. Not first, he had better things to do, but on it. Never ate a fairy before after all. Might be fascinating. Might even find a better source of food than humans.

Cassian's quaint little sub-arch looked... different to Tannusen, now. A bit duller, a bit shabbier, a bit too mundane, too... Autumn World.

He had a fix for that.

But, not yet.

The Unseelie Fae skulked closer to the side of the house, avoiding windows and running gloved fingers over the brick-work. It was convenient that he'd been in the place several times, now, and just as convenient that he always ran something of a background assessment on places he entered. Paranoia, mostly, over being cornered by Trench. How dull.

Still, the end result was the same. The floor-plan of this house was crisper, fresher in his head than that of most places he'd broken into.

Here. This was the spot he'd subconsciously taken note of; the cleanest path inside. He leaned against the wall and shed a drop of glamour, vanishing and reappearing in as much of a hidden location as he'd deemed possible, without the risk of squeaky closet doors or clutter getting in the way of free movement.

The tiger crouched in his hiding spot, taking stock of the situation. Someone who was definitely Cassian was freaking the fuck out in the closet across from him; too obvious. Something else was moving up above, as well. Also... Cassian? There were no other recent scents in the house.

So there were two of him, too? It seemed so.

Tannusen stared at the closet door, contemplating his choices. The one in the closet sounded like he'd be an awful lot of fun, like toying with a mouse. But, he also sounded like an awful lot of noise. Noise that would alert the other one before the real fun could begin.

So, he'd leave him there for now, and go for the one who had freedom of movement. You know... first.

No reason he couldn't hurt both of them, in time.

He passed right by the closet door, as silent as a shadow, and moved to the stairs while avoiding any squeaky boards or other give-aways as he went. Up the stairs he crept, staying low on his hands and feet so that he'd be nearer to the top before he was visible. Silent, so silent. Though with the Cassian in the closet raising hell, it didn't exactly take all of his skill to move in stealth.

What a helpful guy, that noisy little mouse was.

The Closet Cassian might have been a bit more quiet if he'd known he was endangering his less charitable half. As nasty as the man in the attic was, being a part of him kind of meant he should honestly give at least a shit and a half about his well being. So Tannusen could creep by unnoticed, even as the half in the closet gave the door a violent, but honestly not all that impressive kick.

Apparently the double with all the strength was in the attic.

With a fully loaded shotgun with elephant shot in it.

He'd not seen Tannusen sneak in, of course, missed the thing entirely, so at the very least getting to the attic wouldn't be an issue.

Pulling down the ladder to get into it however might prove to be a bit more tricky. Can't exactly do that without alerting the heretic, now can he?

No really, first on the list was Grell, obnoxious creature she was. Even if the entity sharing his body couldn't do anything with her well... He'd still be happy.

Tannusen was quick enough to figure out that the other Cassian wasn't on the second floor, but was above. Now, that was interesting. He hadn't seen the attic, but time with a sluagh -- they all preferred such spaces -- had trained him well to notice the stairs to one.

And... to know how noisy the damn things could be.

Normally, the tiger would simply determine the angle the attic stairs would come down at, and wait for his target to come down. He had to eventually, after all. And Tannusen had stalked plenty of people over the years, if never for quite this reason. He'd always been calculating, and patient, like any good tiger on the hunt ought to be.

But.

Today was different. Patience was a virtue that he found himself strangely lacking in.

And so it was that the Fae dropped the Wyrd on the entire house, and then leaped up to grab the stairs and drag them down. Did the Dreaming still make his target dizzy? Would he be disoriented long enough for Tannusen to make it into the attic?

Let's find out!

Tell you what. The Cassian in the closet did, because he got rather quiet very quickly. Hard to throw a tantrum when you are throwing up.

As for the Cassian in the attic, he was more than just a little well versed in what that feeling was. The attic stairs clattered down, and the sound of the man in the attic shouting curses down at the tiger at the foot of them filled the house as he stumbled and latched on to a support beam to keep from falling.

"Ye'll have to be faster'n that-" The gun was clumsily cocked, due to the disorientation, but it was cocked nevertheless.

"Oh no," Tannusen laughed, starting up the stairs with all the certainty of someone who knew he could take elephant shot to the face. An actual cannon couldn't take him out in one shot, not with the Wyrd dropped. "Not a gun!"

He didn't have the iron knife with him.

That didn't stop him from having a few other iron knick knacks spread across the attic. Honestly he'd set up a plan for Tannusen, but he really wasn't expecting delivery tonight.

"How'd ye get past the wards-" That wasn't said with the usual annoyance he would have given the tiger if this had been, say, any other occasion.

New plan. Had to come up with a new plan that didn't involve body checking a six foot plus fairy.

Up until now, the Fae had taken every hit Cassian had ever lashed out at him with, and... Cassian had seen him apparently losing a fight to a fake human. Neither fact exactly advertised 'danger'.

So it couldn't be that bad, right?

Tannusen grinned, and then went from casually strolling his way on up the stairs to sprinting.

Better come up with that plan fast, Cass.

PLAN PICKED.

In the blink of an eye, the house seemed to melt away to nothing, wood and brick replaced by swamp and trees, fog hanging heavily in the air, the ground threatening to give way and suck down anyone stupid enough to test it-

An illusion, mind. A powerful one, but an illusion nevertheless, the heretic himself having seemingly vanished from the scene entirely.

In all actuality he'd gone to snatch up an iron poker, counting on the illusion itself to distract his attacker long enough to let Cass stick the goddamn hell out of him.

Well.

That was certainly an interesting trick.

Tannusen was more resistant to this sort of thing than a human, but he was certainly no outer god. The Fae was momentarily disoriented, thrown further by the way his footing seemed completely off. He shut his eyes, since they could only give him false information anyway, and stood quite still.

While the hum and murmur of any swamp was obvious, the distinct sound of soft footsteps on wood could baaarely be heard, just behind it. After all, the spell didn't just cause reality to stop existing.

Just fucked with it.

While Cassian would have no issue with traversing the floor, if Tannusen found himself falling just a little too much into the illusion, he may as well have been walking in a real swamp.

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