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Post by beastly on Dec 30, 2022 23:12:53 GMT -6
Jonny resisted the urge to curl in on himself, grunting in pain as the bastard kicked him. He was seething, struggling to keep his head. He'd pay him back. He would.
Gravity need not have a hold on him, and though it felt less natural, Jonny floated upright before the fae creature could get more kicks in. The guy mentioned he had thought he was human for a while, so Jonny assumed changeling. He really did hate the fae sometimes.
"Keep talking. " He aimed a punch at the fairy's head.
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Post by indeath on Jan 3, 2023 5:26:29 GMT -6
“Gla…fgfghhuu”
Pain coursed through Casper’s cheek as the ghost’s punch hit. For a ghost he certainly was solid enough. He could almost feel the bruise coming up under his skin like ink in water. He wasn’t grinning anymore, his smugness turned bitter and the fury came back. There was something about this ghost apart from his unwitting to engage that rubbed Casper the wrong way.
He spat a small bit of blood out, then aimed his knee at the ghost’s crotch. No ghost babies for this jackass!
“Fucker!
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Post by beastly on Jan 4, 2023 13:07:18 GMT -6
He didn't have much time to be satisfied by the clean hit to the fae's face. Jonny moved just a tad too slowly to properly dodge the blow and he cringed, gritting his teeth. He was staggered a few seconds. Unfortunately, he had gotten in plenty of fights in life and in death. He had approximately ten seconds before the pain really hit, and he was going to make them count. He wouldn't crumple like he was sure the ass wanted him to.
He didn't know why the bastard had even started any of this. Had it really been just because he hadn't answered his questions to satisfaction? He had made things physical, but the changeling had made it magical first. His pride wasn't going to let him turn tail.
He reached for the changeling's shoulder to hold him in place as he aimed another punch.
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Post by indeath on Jan 10, 2023 3:19:11 GMT -6
Casper had expected the ghost to go down a lot quicker with the crotch shot. So the punch came as a complete and unpleasant surprise right in the center of his nose. Dark blue blood dripped from his nose. The pain felt like a hammer and his grip on Casper’s shoulder felt like a trap he had to escape like a deep itch. It brought back many unpleasant feelings. He didn’t bother trying to wipe it, instead he used the man’s grip against him and kneed him again in the same spot as before. Because if at first you don’t succeed, try try again.
It was the ghost’s fault resorting to violence instead of words. A little change never hurt anyone and a changeling knew that better than anyone. It hadn’t even been permanent. A small yip caught him off guard. Was she watching? Shit. She wouldn’t like this.
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Post by beastly on Jan 21, 2023 20:32:56 GMT -6
Jonny clenched his teeth in a growl as the fae kneed him between the legs. He hissed obscenities in a mix of languages, including a creative seelie insult. He wasn't completely fluent in seelie, but he'd learned the important stuff. Like insulting people's ancestors. Several very violent thoughts rushed through his head- but he couldn't, shouldn't kill the bastard in the middle of the park. Besides the spectical, there were other facrors. He'd mentioned a fae boss of some kind, and even off the rail as the ghost was, Jonny knew better.
He went to take step back, and once again was foiled by the fact that his shoe laces had been tied together. Down he went, pain catching up to him in a gut turning jolt. He had no physical guts, no physical anything, and would not be kept down long by the phantom pain. His spectral form would take a while to remember that, however.
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Post by indeath on Jan 24, 2023 23:08:57 GMT -6
Casper couldn’t help but grin in victory, blood still dripping from his nose. It was a slightly manic expression which soon turned to terror as a small black fluffy dog began sauntering toward them, it’s aura was suffocating. Visually it was adorable with a bright pink collar that read ‘Pookins’.
“That’s quite enough, Casper.” She said his name like the mere sound of it pained her. Sitting down in front of the pair on her haunches. Her voice was deep and heavy like waterfall, it rumbled out of the small dog.
“Please excuse my subordinate, Mr. Angello. If you feel you need to reap vengeance of some kind I will not stop you. Except of course outright killing my asset as it were. I can heal most anything… “
Casper paled shrinking visibly in size. His eyes downcast and forlorn. The wind right out of his sails. This was turning out to be a very bad day indeed,
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Post by beastly on Jan 25, 2023 13:26:55 GMT -6
Jonny groaned in response, turning to look at this... dog? No, not really a dog. He could see the magic around the dog, and whatever it was it was strong. Squinting in confusion, Jonny gathered that this was 'Casper's' boss. The bastard's name was Casper, lovely.
He immediately didn't like the dynamic between the 'dog' and this 'Casper' guy. It made his skin crawl. It felt... familiar.
It got even worse when the 'dog' used his name. Jonny hadn't introduced himself. He hadn't given his name. Names had power, especially in fae circles, and it was not a good sign the dog had his.
With a grunt of effort, Jonny pushed himself up into a sitting position and started aggressively untying his shoes. His eyes flashed from the now pathetic looking Casper to the very tiny dog as he did so, and back again. The scene continued to give him the heebie jeebies. Once his shoes were untied, Jonny pointed a finger at Casper.
"Oh, I'm gonna get my vengeance," the spirit informed both the good folk, retying his shoes, "We got beef, and I'm gonna settle it in my own time."
He wasn't sure if the dog expected him to throw another punch at Casper while she watched, but he wasn't gonna do that. He stood with another pained noise, eyeing the thing that looked like a dog like it was a tiger. He needed to make sure nothing got back to his own boss that would put him behind the eight ball.
"It's a personal thing," Jonny gestured at himself, "I'm not gonna pop your fella. I will get fuckin' even, though."
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Post by indeath on Feb 1, 2023 0:46:59 GMT -6
Casper was lost in imaging all the different ways she might punish him or his family. Surely it was only a minor slight. Still she was fickle and it didn’t take much to earn her wrath. She got bored so easily and punishing him seemed to be her favorite way to alleviate it. His attention snapped back at the ghost’s words. Fantastic. One more person to cause him headache. He saluted Mr. Angello with a middle finger. Bring it on. He could handle one ghost.
“Looking forward to it.”
He watched the ghost walk away, wishing he could follow. The duchess of the night court nipped at his heels. He stared down into the black inky eyes, his soul filling up with cold. She nudged him onwards towards the fae circle. It was going to be a long night.
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