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

Okay, fiiiine, if you insist, Cassian. Since you're asking so nicely, and all.

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.

Yeah. Yeah that did the trick pretty well yeah. There was a pained gasp, cutting the spell off right at the root. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to happen now, even as he struggled to get his hands free to shove him off.

Broken jaw, bleeding heavily.

Yeah this night wasn't going how he wrote it in the planner at all.

Tannusen pulled Cassian's arms up slowly and steadily, up toward the back of his head, fully intending to pop his arms right out of their sockets. He really wasn't playing around.

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.

Virgin or not, he'd been down a road like this several times before. He knew that positioning, he knew what the tiger was planning, and while it didn't sync with his past actions at the moment, Cassian couldn't care less that this seemed out of character for Tannusen.

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.

Seelie versus Unseelie, dream versus nightmare, riddler legacy versus stoic legacy. Every Fae where Tannusen was from had that duality built right into them; to reduce either to a single side was a recipe for disaster.

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.

He really should shoot the one on the bottom, shouldn't he. Really should, everything was telling him it was for the best, mostly for him honestly, if he just blasted the bottom fae's face clean off. But there didn't seem to be any sort of worry centered around the shot gun before so-

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.

His clone seemed to snap out of the instinctual struggles against the piano wire, and Tannusen had a brief moment of the wire suddenly going empty before he was dropped onto from above. He stumbled, dropping the wire to the floor in favor of grabbing his attacker's wrists before his neck could be snapped. His claws sank into the other's wrists, even as the other's claws sank into his face, dangerously close to an eye.

"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.

Edited 2017-01-15 23:07 (UTC)

Okay if these two fuckholes kept trashing the place they were gonna break all his shit and you know what? He likes his shit. Like all of his shit, it's the only things that have steadfastly been there for him when people haven't.

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.

If one looked very closely, and could process the information fast enough, it seemed like... tree bark? flashed into and out of existence where the bullets hit. It negated the raw damage, but not the force, which was enough to topple the already-disoriented Tannusen down the stairs to land on his doppelganger.

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.

Mission accomplished no more tigers on the stairs. Yes he was going to kick them back down again but he needed a moment to like... stop some of the bleeding and try to pop his arm back into place. He's not very menacing swinging the poker with a destroyed arm, okay.

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.

In the interim, the two tigers hadn't exactly left each other alone to lick their wounds. Broken bone protruded, gleaming, from muscle and skin and clothing where the duplicate had snapped Tannusen's shin clean in half. He currently had his 'good' version pinned, hands around his throat.

"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!

This conversation sounded pretty gross. He doesn't want it in his house, you two. Clearly he's going to have to be the adult here...

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.

And if that wasn't bad enough, the chain mail both versions were wearing lined into their fancy chimerical coats certainly didn't make things any better! Whatever dreamstuff metal that was, it was plenty conductive.

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!

Edited 2017-01-16 00:15 (UTC)

Actually no he's just fine sitting up here so please don't-

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.

The other Tannusen recovered enough to drag himself further away, and then forced himself to sit up so that he could grab his broken leg and pull the bone back into himself and into proper alignment. The sound that made was... pretty fucking awful.

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!

Now the whole house is alive with wards sparking on, Cassian finally, comfortably back in his own territory.

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.

Okay, no. The nastier Tannusen was still dazed, but he managed to fling a spell off anyway; Holly Strike.

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!

Note to self: find out how to do that spell, or copy it. Good spell. Remember that spell. Also: DO NOT GET HIT WITH THIS SPELL HOLY SHIT.

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.

Oakenshield absorbed the damage just as it had when he'd shot the good version. But, also just the same, the elephant shot at such a close range packed a lot of kinetic energy, and that particular Tannusen was sent sliding down the hall.

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.

MotherFUCKER. UH NO. NO. YOU CAN'T DO THAT NO.

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.

Ha ha, Cassian couldn't break into his own house nearly as fast as both tigers had done it. Loser.

Tannusen levered himself down to sit next to his worse half, who was barely conscious from the force of that shotgun blast on top of all the other damage taken. He set his claws against the other's throat. "I'd much rather see us both dead," he wheezed out to his doppelganger, "than let you turn us into anything even resembling that thing."

But there was no more time; Cassian was probably halfway up the stairs already, it had taken him so long to make it over to his clone! The tiger dug his claws in and ripped, pulling out the entire front of his twin's throat.

LOOK, HE DOESN'T HAVE TIME TO PLAY SNEAKY SPY MAN AROUND HIS OWN TRAPS OKAY.

The door slams open, gun in hand, just in time to see one of them rip the throat out of the other.

... Well that's going to stain the carpet. He'll worry about that later, with a disgusted grumble, the shot gun is pointed at the last one. Hopefully low enough on energy where he doesn't have to worry about that fucked up defense spell.

No, he can't really say anything pithy or witty right now, his jaw is fucked up.

What he can do however, is try to blast the remaining, living half right off the face of this planet.

The 'good' Tannusen managed a very faint, lopsided little smile before the blast hit him and knocked him flat.

Somehow, there was only one body staining up Cassian's carpet by the time the human could get close enough to see if he hit. One body, with all the damage of both.

Dead people don't have personalities to be split apart, after all.

Under all the damage, however, the body was human. More human than it had ever looked on this world, in fact. Rounded ears, white sclera, no stripes or strange canines or slits in the fingertips for claws. The Wyrd was still in effect on the house, but the corpse had instantly lost what made it Faerie.

Even the chimerical clothing faded out, leaving the corpse in a pair of very bloodied jeans, boots, and a shredded up t-shirt that had probably had something stupid printed on it at some point before the day's events.

... Shit.

Shit that wasn't a good sign.

And no iron knife either, SHIT. He darts at the corpse, desperate to make sure there's still a heartbeat in there.

Shit, he fucked up.

The poker will have to do.

The heretic, fueled by anger and hunger, didn't find it so hard now to jam the poker under the now corpses' ribs, breaking more bone and tearing through skin. Body pulped, everything ruined, he glared at the still, motionless organ sitting inside Tannusen's chest.

All for nothing. He'd have to satisfy himself with someone else.

... But for now, there was nothing wrong with just a little bit of pettiness.

His fingers dug into the cavity, scraping off the membrane before tearing bloody chunks of the useless heart off with his teeth, his mind casually going through what else he had to do today.

Stupid useless goddamn fairy.

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