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Accidental Video | Action to ANYONE NEAR HIS SHITTY SHOP

[It's uncomfortable, hearing that wheeze from this channel. The communicator seems to have been carelessly swatted to the floor as he passed by it, considering that it caught the tail end of his retreating shape before it slumped heavily into a chair.

He's gray. Grayer than usual, pale blue in the lips and fingers and obviously cold and sick. Clearly, the steaming drink he has, too dark to be any normal blend of tea, isn't doing whatever job he expected it to.

Whatever is going on, his lips haven't stopped moving once, a shaking hand carefully thumbing each and every bead on the rosary. Prayers, probably.

He has some kind of tic. A constant jerk towards the window, as if he heard something from there, before he digs at an ear with his pinky. Tinnitus maybe? Whatever the issue is, the faded glare finally lands on the blinking light of the communicator, and he hurls a book sitting on the table at it, before struggling to get up and shut the stupid thing off]

Dúr, maith do rud ar bith, briste píosa truflais! Éist suas!

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[Tannusen hasn't been going out and about much in his true form. Apparently tonight is an exception. There's a loud thump on the roof of the shop, and then on the ground in front of the door, and something sniffs at it. Something big, so the sniff-sniff is audible even through it. Hmmmmm.]

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[He hears that sniffing at the door, the prior thump at the roof. His gun is in the other room, which means getting up and going for it. He doesn't seem to have a choice. With a soft groan, he forces himself up, another rattling wheeze escaping his lungs before he hauls for the gun.

Hopefully he'd get to it before whatever beast was outside the door got in.]

[There's suddenly a massive white tiger in the way. In the doorway. To the other room. How the hell? The twelve and a half foot long monstrosity of a cat sniff-sniffs again, ears flicking forward. Oh, this guy! The guy who claimed to deal with Faeries!]

[But he smells like sickness. Tannusen's ears rotate back a bit. Hmm. One of the only humans he's met on the comm system who didn't prattle off stupid things about the Fae, he can't let that little spark of intelligence snuff out!]

[Unfortunately, in this form, he also can't really talk. Can he duck around the corner and change back? Yes, he totally can. Does he? Nahhh. Not yet, anyway. He wants to see how this Fae-dealing priest deals with a teleporting tiger. Cats are, after all, total dicks.]

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[SHIT. No he's never had to fight a tiger before, he freezes up as he stares with the cat, just inches from his gun. Could he grab the gun before the cat could move? Maaaaybe.

He doesn't know the kind of magic that would allow him to hurl a fire ball or flip the room upside down.

So... he lunges for the gun, wheezing and cursing and causing all the noise he can.]

To hell with ye, ye great bloody cat!

[THIS IS HIS SHOP]

[Excuse you, Cassian! The gigantic tiger just wuffs out a bit of breath and puts a dinner-plate-sized paw on the gun, knocking it to the floor if it's not already there and pinning it. He weighs over nine hundred pounds, but he's not putting any more weight on the thing than to keep it useless.]

[His big striped tail lashes with agitation. How rude!]

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[Then you're getting a face full of pepper, goddamnit. He grabs the box off the stove, pulls the top off and hurls the contents at the beast.]

OUT!

[The tiger... somehow makes a disgusted face. How? Who knows. And then he scoops the handle of the gun up in his huge mouth and bounds out of the room. Hmph!]

[Oh fuck you, kitty. This is why he doesn't have pets. He takes off after the cat with the iron knife at his side, taking a wild swipe at it.

He's really eating into his energy supplies being this bitter about a tiger in his shop. But then... There's a tiger in his shop.

He has a right]

[Tannusen huffs around the gun in his mouth, and drops the Wyrd, Enchanting the entire area, Cassian included. Suddenly there's armor on that tiger! And everything looks weird. A little too colorful, a little too dim, a little too... did something just scurry up the wall? Wait, what just moved over there?]

[For the tiger's part, he bounds away as fast as the narrow space allows, and then teleports behind Cassian.]

[In that instant where no eyes are upon him, Tannusen transforms back into his humanoid form. Though things are a little different, to Enchanted eyes.]

Woah, woah woah woah!

[At least he took the gun out of his mouth before speaking.]

You're not half as dead as you smell!

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[Cassian doesn't care for the change in everything. It feels a bit too familiar for him to be happy, and he swipes the blade again, cursing and coughing and spitting, before rounding on the now relatively more human looking fae, brandishing the knife at him]

I've got life in me yet, I ain't lettin' no one kill me!

Oh my goodness.

[Tannusen dodged back, with a laugh. The oddness of his teeth perhaps seen in a video before was obvious now; his canines, upper and lower, were pronounced and visibly so sharp it almost hurt to look at them.]

Who said anything about killing you!

[Honestly, the guy would most likely already be dead if that had been Tannusen's plan.]

I was checking on you! Not my fault you smelled dying to big kitty olfactory senses!

[He's not even holding the gun in a useful way. He's got it by the barrel, having taken it out of his mouth that way.]

Is that cold iron? Or just iron. I can't tell from here. If you ruin my wardrobe, I'll have to skin you to make another coat. Cold iron isn't going to kill me, it's just going to make me a lot less charitable if you stab me with it.

If ye threaten to skin me, it's killin' me ye great dumb beast!

[He goes to try and swipe the gun away]

Give me that, you'll blow a hole in the roof! Tis cold iron and I hope I give ye a fungus if ye manage to get anything off, now let me die in peace, damnit!

I can't let you die, you're one of the only semi-intelligent life-forms on this little dirtball!

[Tannusen is aghast. And he holds the gun out of reach behind himself.]

And how do I know you're not just going to shoot me in the foot with this if I hand it back all peaceful-like? I'm not going to fire it. Probably.

[He has a whopping 0 in the firearms skill, after all.]

I mean, I know where the trigger is. My finger isn't on it. Can't you just relax? I could make you survive a skinning, but let's save recreation for another time, hmm?

Oh lucky me, I'm so glad the man eating tiger person thinks I'm too smart to eat but too dumb to keep me skin.

Gimme the feckin' gun, I ain't gonna shoot ye unless ye do somethin' stupid.

You're plenty smart to keep your skin, now that I've told you what the bargain is if you ruin my coat with that little pot-sticker of yours.

[Not that a coat made out of dreamstuff is particularly ruin-able, but pooka. They tend to... embellish things. Can't be helped. A breeze runs through the shop for some unfathomable, Fae reason. It makes the black feathers in the collar of Tannusen's coat rustle. They're too black. Too dark. Best not to stare too long at those.]

I mean, unless you want me to skin you? But I usually at least buy a guy dinner and flowers first...

Gimme me damned gun back before I stick ye with it anyway.

[Look, he's not kidding, give him his gun. It's a security blanket]

Oh fine.

[Tannusen casually tosses the loaded and probably ready-to-fire gun underhanded at Cassian like it's a dirty sock.]

I'd have usually demanded a kiss first, but I don't know what you've got. Rain check?

I'll bite your face clean off.

[He actually catches the gun by its barrel, managing to keep the butt from hitting the floor... and then slumps against the wall, the illness now overcoming the brief blast of adrenaline.]

Oh my. Now if that's not a come-on, I don't know what is.

[And then, because he's an asshole and doesn't care that Cassian is armed in both hands now, Tannusen attempts to scoop the sickly priest up to carry him. Yup. Just like that. Bridal-style, no less!]

Now -- and I'm not hitting on you, I promise, scout's honor --

[He totally is.]

Where's the bed?

[He is pretty teeny tiny. He has a knife in one hand, a shot gun in the other, but somehow uses neither of them as Tannusen scoops him up, just starting to hollar as loud as his weak useless lungs will let him]

PUT ME DOWN YE DAMNED BLASTED CAT, I DON'T NEED ANY FECKIN'-

[W.H.E.E.Z.E

Well so much for that, he goes back to hiding his face so he can cough himself sick]

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What was that? I couldn't quite make that out over the sound of your mortality rattling around in your chest like the little ball in a spray-paint can.

[Tannusen is 6'2" and muscular. He's got this.]

Where's the bed? Or I can just search the place and carry you all over it...

Back room, hurry your arse up.

[Damn straight he'll talk to a fairy like this. He talked to the siren like this he'll talk to a tiger like this too.]

See, was that so hard?

[Tannusen hums to himself and carries Cassian into the back room, depositing him on the bed if he does indeed find it back there.]

Do you want healing, or is this some guilt-ridden penance thing you religious types like to get on about?

[He ought to know, he's posed as a few deities in different lifetimes.]

What can ye even do of it.

[The siren couldn't heal, but he knew there were fairies out there who could. Still, one doesn't just blindly accept gifts from the fae. Best to ask questions first to make sure it wasn't a white elephant]

Heather Balm, the flipped side of the coin of Holly Strike. Fourth spell learned in the Primal cantrips. Not very precise, I'll grant you, but I'm excellent at casting on non-Fae creatures.

[Tannusen shrugs.]

Or I can... you know... call you a healer. I run a lovely eyesore in the main city named Velvet Lust. We get all sorts. I tend to save the contact info of those who are, hm, useful. Or those they know of who are useful.

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