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

[black_black_heart]

xxxxxxxxxx"Consequentially, I am not one of the good people.
xxxxxxxxxxI am one of the terrible things."

xxxxxxxxxx — 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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[black_black_heart]

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!

[feckinboomstick]

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.

[black_black_heart]

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!

[feckinboomstick]

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.

[black_black_heart]

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.

[feckinboomstick]

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.

[black_black_heart]

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.

[feckinboomstick]

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.

[black_black_heart]

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.

[feckinboomstick]

... 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.