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[ action | closed ] terrible things happen to good people every day
I am one of the terrible things."
— Marianna Paige
Who: Cassian Lynch, Trahearne, Abel Nightroad, Tannusen (and possibly more, will add as needed)
What: Multiple threads involving the Quiet Minds event and its aftermath.
When: First thread is on Friday the 13th. Subsequent threads are anything from a few hours to over a week later.
Warnings: A LOT. Graphic violence and gore, on-screen character death and dismemberment, cannibalism, attempted sexual assault, mentions of past assault, and more angst in the aftermath than you can shake a tree at.
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With a curse, he hit the ground, the illusion flickering for a moment, and starting to fade and haze at the edges.
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He rolled up onto his target, straddling him and putting all of his weight onto Cassian's stomach. Then he aimed one hell of a punch for his face!
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Still, not many humans had the punching power of a tiger pooka, so the defense he put up to guard not getting punched didn't... quite... work the way he'd wanted it to.
But at the very least he wasn't unconscious.
His jaw probably was broken now though.
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...For now.
He grabbed for the human's wrists, intending to wrench Cassian's arms up beneath his back.
"I must say," the Fae purred, as casually as though this was just some dumb little slap-fight. The tiger wasn't even out of breath! "I'm quite enjoying this side of you. So much fight!"
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The words earned him a glob of bloody spit aimed at his face, slurred and broken words in Gaelic defining what he was doing as an attempt at a curse.
A real one now.
Just hit his target with his own blood after all.
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Tannusen's response to the way the hairs on the back of his head started to stand up was to drop down further onto the human, choose a spot that probably wouldn't kill the guy too quickly unless he bit too deeply, and then sink his teeth in. Clothing put up about as much resistance as tissue paper; may as well not even be there.
If the sheer pain of even a non-lethal tiger bite could stop Ni in his tracks, Tannusen expected it would stop even this version of Cassian from finishing a spell.
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Broken jaw, bleeding heavily.
Yeah this night wasn't going how he wrote it in the planner at all.
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Except for the part where he obviously wasn't trying to out-right kill him. But that... probably wasn't a good thing. Tannusen swallowed several mouthfuls of his target's blood, purring, shifting his weight a bit...
Nope, that was definitely not a good thing. The sick bastard's intentions were crystal clear with their positioning. He extracted his teeth from the bite, now free to bleed even more without anything blocking the way. "Now, as I was saying--"
A shadow fell on the pair from above, and Tannusen had a split second to realize who it had to be before he was rudely interrupted by a garrote wire around his throat. He released the human under him in favor of lunging backwards into the surprise attack.
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Just fed the fire that convinced him his actions after this would be for the best. He snarled as an arm popped out of its socket, and the other one surely would have shortly followed, had it not been for an unexpected and sudden interruption in it.
Enraged or not, he was quick to immediately put some distance between himself and Tannusen, grunting at the pain movement caused and trying to pop his arm back into place as he turned to face the dueling pair.
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How many 'good' sides out there were willing to murder the other side, flat-out?
This one certainly was.
He wrapped the piano wire around his bloodier self's throat even tighter, and pulled. If it didn't strangle him first, it would gradually slice through his throat. The other version of him gagged and tore at Tannusen's arms, wickedly-hooked claws ripping apart the white dreamstuff sleeves of his coat and skidding over the impossibly light chain-mail that lined the whole thing.
Tannusen gazed down at his worse self with a strangely blank expression despite the other's struggles. Was this really all there was to him? How disappointing. He'd at least expected a good fight on the way out.
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Also this was a lot more gratifying to watch. Cassian had a highly developed sense of revenge before the split. This particular version found himself wishing he was recording it for the future. Nothing brightened up his day more than watching someone he resented getting something they richly deserved.
Another glob of blood spat out and to the side, the smaller man ignoring the sharp pain in his jaw and shoulder as he adjusted himself, just enough to watch the two just a little better, the iron poker still firmly in hand.
One of them would lose.
Just had to wait and see who.
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"You know, I was going to leave you for last," the other one hissed, "but if you're going to be impatient about it--"
Indeed, the pair were in quite the little spat, with Cassian being completely ignored in favor of trying to murder each other. What a nice plot twist that was; whichever one lost, Cassian would win!
The 'good' version managed to throw the other off, and right down the attic stairs. That was a lot of thumping! But Tannusen was too distracted to immediately go after him, dropping to his knees and holding half of his face while blood poured out of the socket of his ruined eye. It didn't matter how composed you were, no one could ignore that kind of pain! His mouth gaped from the sheer level of it, mind reeling in shock.
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Hip hip hooray for physical belongings.
So with a grunt and wheeze of pain, he hauls himself up from the floor and totters after the two of them, gun loaded and poker in hand.
He really shouldn't be firing this with one hand but-
The boom of the gun going off was like thunder, aimed not just for the man at the top of the stairs, but also directed to catch the fae at the bottom in the scatter shot.
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The other one just started laughing again, if feebly. Because guns. Guns were funny!
"Shut... up," Tannusen gasped out, his ears ringing from the blast. The problem with having senses sharper than average was when they got overloaded! He clawed his way off the stairs and then gave the whole thing a hard kick upwards. Sure, Cassian could just make them come crashing back down again, but at least it would take a second.
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It just takes propping the poker between two brick columns and putting his weight down on it to snap the limb back into place. Hurt like hell but at least it was back, and so was he, and the stairs instantly came rolling back down again, the battered and bruised warlock stumbling down them-
Aaand instantly going to start activating some wards in his fucking mouse trap game of a house.
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"Come on, Tannu," that version purred, "be a good boy and stop fighting. I've always wanted to see what Trench got out of this... you wouldn't fight him, would you?"
The answer was a gagged expletive.
"Oh hush, we both know you liked it."
Cassian's return to the fray, and the arming of more dangerous wards, went unnoticed by both. A little preoccupied, here!
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Aaand activate the ward they're busy having their gross as fuck discussion next to.
He's not sorry, not even in the slightest, as the forcibly correctly pronounced activation spell, laced with pain but right on point, clicks on the ward laced into the plug outlet they've gotten so cozy next to.
Have fun with a few thousand volts of fuck off.
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Both froze as muscles locked from pure voltage, the good Tannusen's throat damn near collapsing under the strength of his duplicate's grip on it. His one eye went wide from pain, the other nothing but a bloody socket. Where had the eye gone, anyway? It was probably in the attic somewhere. Gross.
The first to recover was the nastier one, and he vanished from atop the other to reappear behind Cassian and aim a kick for the human's back. Why don't you join us downstairs, asshole!
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ASSHOLE.
Down he went, probably breaking some of those oh so delicately reset ribs Drake went out of his way to fix. Sorry, Drake.
But the second he hit the floor, another shout activated another ward, this one set for the attic door's threshold. No it's not static.
It's a concussive blast.
Eat it, asshole.
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A flash of glamour fused the ends of the bone back together to that he could--
The blast knocked Tannu back onto his ass, and it sent the other Tannusen into a wall with a gross, crunchy thud. It seemed Cassian had finally managed to break some of those ribs!
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Setting off a ton of very well placed traps.
With both Tannusens now out of the attic, he goes and easily flips the ladder back up, it's not hard it's all spring loaded, guys. Didn't have to kick it.
Another ward detonates, sending another purely concussive blast at whichever Tannusen it could find, Cassian aiming to set off another one built into the houses electrical circuit.
It's party time.
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At both of those other fuckers!
The other, 'better' Tannusen had managed to keep quiet when his eye had been torn out, and when his leg had been shattered. The blast that bounced his head off the nearest wall didn't get more than a pained grunt out of him.
Holly Strike, though. That one earned a scream. It was like being thrown into boiling acid! And the damage wrought was exactly as bad as it felt!
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On any other human, they definitely would have taken it. They would have taken it and gotten fucked right all the hell up.
Except, oddly enough... it missed. It could have just been construed as a mistake honestly, Cass did throw himself down on the floor, entirely possible.
In any case, shot gun loaded again, time to blow someone away into another ward. One of them looked otherwise distracted, so he aimed it at the caster, pulling the trigger and sending the silver payload directly at his chest.
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The other one; the 'good' one, clawed his way to his feet -- literally, using his claws on the wall to pull himself up. Blood dripped from what had to be thousands of gashes, his striped skin peeling apart between them. That spell was really a trick; it had sliced and flayed the tiger.
Tannusen wanted to pass out, his vision was tunneling... bad. But he couldn't afford to do that, and he knew it, so his entire focus went on finishing what he'd come to do. The Fae was more durable than a human, with the Wyrd dropped like this, but he was still rapidly approaching the end of the line.
He didn't want to attack Cassian, but he needed him out of the way. There was a solution to that, and with a snap of glamour he teleported the human out of his own house. He could have sent him a lot further away, but just outside would give him enough of a window to do what needed to be done.
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He'd just gotten that shot off too, triumphant as his target, while not hit by the actual bullets, took that kinetic energy instead and send him sliding down the hall. He was just about to activate the ward over there too, another one built into the electrical system, when the Good Tannusen had decided that he'd had quite enough of the hunter being such a fucking pill.
Out he went, and in he tried to storm again, bolting for the house and fumbling with the glyph to get in.
ASSHOLE.
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