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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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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.

I'd rather not be dead. Ye got anything that won't kill me or turn me into somethin' that ain't human? Mayhap somethin' that wouldn't make me beholden to ye for the rest of me life?

Just makin' sure.

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Well, it wouldn't do any of that. I'm not a Sidhe, I'm a commoner. We don't tend to do as much of the mucking around with human lives thing. Usually. Generally.

[It's not actually that far off of a lie. On his world, the Fae have to hide among humanity. Blend in. This is the first place he's been in in any remembered lifetimes that he can just do his own thing.]

I could have already cast it on you, you know, I don't need permission. I'm just asking because I'm a civilized monster.

Well if you're askin' I'm damn well settin' some limits and rules. If ye didn't want rules, ye should have cast it sooner.

Fine, I agree, use it and be done with it, I'd rather not be dead come the mornin'.

Well, I might ask for that kiss later. Or that bite. I'm not sure which I'm more intrigued by...

[Tannusen is teasing. Well. Mostly. I mean, come on, he is Tannusen...]

[The tiger holds a splayed, gloved hand out over Cassian for a moment, concentrating... then smacks him hard enough on the chest to probably send him coughing! But after that discomfort fades, he'll feel much better! Still a bit ill, but not at all like he's about to die in the night.]

Feckin' goddamn fairies and your goddamn-

[WHAP. Cue cursing and coughing and wheezing, but indeed when the attack is over, he's finally able to draw a full breath, and almost immediately the color starts to flow back to his face, the blue fading out of his lips]

[Tannusen grins.]

And look at that! I knew learning that cantrip would have a use someday, besides for tearing people apart from the inside... and sometimes fixing my glasses.

[He bolts for a moment, the sound of spitting and gagging clear. Well all the fluid in his lungs had to go somewhere. Looks like it's going in the sink. At least he's good to go now though. Enjoy all the fancy Gaelic cursing.]

If I cough up me lungs, I'm hauntin' ye forever!

Oooh, a pet ghost?

[Tannusen helps himself to just flopping down on one side of Cassian's bed like he owns the place. It's almost like he's a cat, or something.]

I've had one of those before. You wouldn't believe the kinky shit ghosts can get up to when they finally meet someone who can see and hear them.

[Velvet Lust had, back in Toronto, been the local hangout of choice for the entire local ghost sphere. And quite a lot of the vampires. Honestly, it's a little surprising he set up the new one in Genessia and not Everglade... probably for the technology, to be honest. Tannusen is a very modern guy for a Faerie.]

I'm gonna slap that smut right outta your head.

[He doesn't flinch or cringe away. It's a bit like trying to flop down next to a hunk of lead.]

The devil are ye botherin' me for now, I ain't got anythin' for ye.

Oh my goodness, will you really? Should I bring flowers?

[Tannusen laughs.]

What do you mean, what am I bothering you for? I'm a cat; I'm bored. You're entertaining as hell.

I thought cats liked breakin' things and eating other peoples food.

Nah, that's for the little cats. I'm a far bigger menace than that, I'm afraid...

[Tannusen streeeeeeetches, and then rolls off the side of the bed to land on his booted feet, all artfully-lazy elegance.]

Being in this form for too long itches. It's the damndest thing.

Ye ain't gettin' on the bed as a cat. I'm not havin' tiger hair all over the bed.

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