THAT CAT purrs in acceptance of the pets. Seeing the dwarf as a worshiper, it decides to lap up some of the cream. And the spider, which it happily eats.
Once the kitten has drunk its fill, it'll try to hop onto the dwarf's lap and settle itself down. Which it attempts to do rather permanently, if its suddenly unsheathed claws trying to dig into the dwarf's skin and clothes for no reason at all are any indication.
Thankfully, he is wearing leather chaps. Unless that cat has razor blades for claws, it shouldn't be a problem. He will pet the cat, trying to get it to go to sleep.
Sammy seems pleased with his drink, though he has no idea what it contains.
"Thank you kindly, now if you'll 'scuse me I'm gonna git started."
He tips his hat and makes his way back to his board, sits on a small stool strums his guitar, and begins to play.
While his voice isn't the greatest, something about the way he plays just makes every being in the bar want to stop, listen, and even sing along. Whether they know the song or not, the lyrics come out correct from every NPC in the bar. almost like a voice in the back of their heads, saying.
"Go on, You may as well sing."
Oddly enough everyone seems to have the same though, even the Cat.
But does not seem to want to go to sleep. Its unnatural black eyes stay wide open, and probably will do so until the Stars go back to being Wrong. Creepy thing, ain't it.
It'll purr along with the song. Though if anyone in the bar happens to be some sort of druid or something who understands animal-talk, the little kitten is most definitely not singing along with the correct lyrics. Its version includes much more slaughter and annihilation and bugs crawling through eye sockets then it should. It's a good thing most people don't understand the little monster, really.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Xeni peers at the neck-gouge-bite some more, tilting his head.
"I think there's some demon in it. Seems a little different, but close enough.
Shouldn't make a difference in getting rid of it. Might just hurt more.
Which is why that drink and room should get dealt with now, while you're feeling up to it."
Poor fellow might not want to move afterwards.
Meanwhile, there's a sing-songy voice telling him and Kara to sing along with that song.
Xeni shrugs and gives it a little go under his breath, quiet enough to not be a nuisance to the conversation, but enough to be participating.
Because, why not? He enjoys a good sing now and then, even if someone's trying to manipulate him into it.
Kara's too busy eating crackers and full of head-haze to be influenced, it seems.
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After a few more songs, Sammy plays his final chord of the night, and his audience bursts into applause, most not even realising there is something odd about either the guitarist or his Instrument. Picking up a few coins that had been thrown towards him, he turns towards the bar, seeking out anyone who looks paticularly capable in a fight.
"Don't s'ppose any folks in here are looking fir a bit of work, I need a new clerk fer m'shop and I need a few Adventurers, as you call yerselves to help with a bit of... ahem... questin'."
Xeni peers at the neck-gouge-bite some more, tilting his head.
"I think there's some demon in it. Seems a little different, but close enough.
Shouldn't make a difference in getting rid of it. Might just hurt more.
Which is why that drink and room should get dealt with now, while you're feeling up to it."
Poor fellow might not want to move afterwards.
Meanwhile, there's a sing-songy voice telling him and Kara to sing along with that song.
Xeni shrugs and gives it a little go under his breath, quiet enough to not be a nuisance to the conversation, but enough to be participating.
Because, why not? He enjoys a good sing now and then, even if someone's trying to manipulate him into it.
Kara's too busy eating crackers and full of head-haze to be influenced, it seems.
Garrett nods and heads to the bar to ask Cosmo for some drinks and a room key. Normally, he could have as many drinks as he wanted, but SOMEONE hasn't given him his magic steins back yet. *glare at Krystal*
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Xeni will politely wait on that little transaction to occur, before rubbing his hands and stealing one of Kara's crackers.
She doesn't really seem to mind, instead pushing it a little closer to him, as she takes another to nibble on herself.
"Right then. Eat this cracker."
Said cracker is now an extremely violent hue of of yellow, and crackling with green sparks.
Which it most certainly wasn't doing a few seconds ago.
The mage holds out the cracker to the vampire.
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It seems to be irritating her slightly. Which is causing the air around her to begin crawling. There are no sane words fit to describe the blasphemous display. But suffice to say watching the roiling gyrations of substance not at all native to known space is disturbing to say the least.
Creeeepy...
Once the music stops Zee smiles pleasantly at the musician. "You might try NO. They're a mercenary group that takes up work like that I think."
At least...
At least she's pretty sure they take work like that.
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Garrett swallows nervously and takes the cracker. After examining it for a second, he pops the whole thing in his mouth and chews slowly and carefully.
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And so the cracker is eaten!
It tastes a bit like limes, for some reason.
It'll take a few seconds, before anything happens, perhaps while the magic lazily considers whether it wants to actually work or not.
When it finally does, Garrett will find himself feeling extremely hungry.
The blood-thirst kind of hungry.
This particular hunger is so severe, he might find himself shaking.
Possessing an ugly headache.
Burning sensations throughout his body.
At least, for a few moments.
A few seconds later, both the burning and headache will begin to relocate, centering towards his heart, at which point he'll start...to feel nothing at all.
Probably because his body is resuming a properly dead state.
"Don't panic, please."
Because the vampire is re-dying?
No, probably because Xeni's trying to stake him through the heart with a thin gray rod.
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Garrett, suffering from severe nerve and mental damage, doesn't really feel much. The sudden surge of sensory input puts his mentalities into disarray, and all he can do for the next few moments is stand there, swaying and drooling.
When he comes to, he notices the stake in his heart.
"Well ****e," he groans before falling to the floor, dead.
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But does not seem to want to go to sleep. Its unnatural black eyes stay wide open, and probably will do so until the Stars go back to being Wrong. Creepy thing, ain't it.
It'll purr along with the song. Though if anyone in the bar happens to be some sort of druid or something who understands animal-talk, the little kitten is most definitely not singing along with the correct lyrics. Its version includes much more slaughter and annihilation and bugs crawling through eye sockets then it should. It's a good thing most people don't understand the little monster, really.
Okay. That's done. The dwarf tries to set the cat back on the table, next to the rest of the cream.
He walks back over to Zee. "What did that accomplish?"
Hope no one gets their feathers rumpled over Xeni staking Garrett.
That could be kind of...impeding.
It's part of his job!
He told the vampire he wouldn't thank him.
And this isn't even the painful part!
The mage glances over at Kara, who's eyes have widen slightly at the staking.
"Hey kiddo, think you can patch up his nec- HEY!"
And suddenly crowbar.
Xeni is now in rather immense pain. And bleeding from a torn scalp.
Maybe a concussion later, but he seems functional now.
"I'm helping him!"
He doesn't fight back though, he knows Baby's job.
Instead he's busily scrambling away from the stool, to put some distance between him and that brutal weapon.
Because everyone knows the crowbar is the best weapon.
Meanwhile, a very dark look has come over Karaglen now, and her sword has found its way into one hand.
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THAT CAT hisses its displeasure at being put down, but really can't do much to stop it. It's still a only cat, after all.
The kitten begins vanishing, starting with the tip of its tail and ending with an unnatural pointy-toothed grin in true Cheshire Cat fashion. The little black cat is completely gone from the universe for a couple of seconds, before it attempts to re-materialize back in the tavern.
Up in the rafters. Specifically, the rafters above Zee. Its black tail flicking over the edge of a beam is the only thing indicating this if any attentive tavern-goers search for the cat. Once up there, it'll wait patiently.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Blood pools around Garrett's corpse.
Shining blood.
Sparking blood. Burning blood.
In fact, it looks as if small fires are springing up all over Garrett's body. Probably not a good thing, that.
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Baby looks at her crowbar in confusion. It's supposed to comically expel people from the bar, leaving a cut out in the door shaped like them! Not open up skulls!
Clearly Xeni must be immune to its magic.
"stab stinky man in heart not help! it hurt!" Baby protests. "talky man set stinky man on fire!"
She blinks a few times, attention first on the dwarf. "Eerr..." glances over at the not yet empty bowl of creme. "Nothing. The cat needs to drink all of it. Not some of it. Where is it now?"
Uh oh! The job wasn't finished!
That might result in horrific happenings.
Then Xeni gets clobbered!
"Baby, stop!" the barmaid calls out, her tone panicked. "The stinky man didn't want to be stinky anymore. The talky man needs to do this stuff so the stinky man won't be stinky."
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For the moment, Xeni is...sort of immune.
No one is likely to notice, but the mage's location has been stapled to the tavern.
He can't leave.
Attempts to get him to leave mostly just cause hurt.
Like crowbar-shaped wounds.
Otherwise there would most certainly be a Xeni-shaped hole in the door at this precise moment.
"He has to be a not-vampire before I can make him live aga- wait, fire?"
The mage blinks and looks down at Garrett, before looking extremely confused.
"I didn't do that! ...I don't think."
Unintended side effect?
Or...maybe that weird blood-substitute he was eating.
That wouldn't be too surprising.
"Okay. Here, hold the crowbar not-at-my-head for a few seconds and hear me out.
I'm going to fix this fellow, hopefully get rid of that fire, put him to bed, and then I'll be gone. Okay? Don't hit me again please."
Speaking of the burning blood, Cosmo will probably be throwing a bucket of water at it shortly.
Kara's sitting at the edge of her stool, staring at Baby rather intently, sword held in a back-handed fashion, pointing behind her.
She looks very much like a cat ready to pounce.
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Happily, living life underground teaches one that stuff hides on the ceiling. As such, he notices the cat faster than most others might. However, it still takes a minute or two...
Darst will probably actually notice the cat much quicker than that. Mostly because THAT CAT will attempt to jump onto his head at the right moment. That moment being exactly when he realizes what a mistake he's made and that the cat is gone.
The small black kitten, even when jumping from a height with claws out, really isn't a threat. It just wants to scare Darst.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Cosmo's bucket of water douse the flames, but after a few seconds, they spring back into life.
That's the problem with putting a second generation arcanist in an extreme situation such as actual full-on death. The magic flowing through their veins tries to manifest itself and empower them to survive.
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Thankfully, Darst is wearing his mining helmet. He stops in his tracks when the cat lands on him. Not dead... that's good. He will put the saucer on the table and reach up to try and find that cat. If successful, he will sit down, place the cat on his lap, and offer it the cream.
THAT CAT seems quite cross that this failed. It's rather boring being trapped in the body of a cat, you know?
It'll dodge Darst's reaching hand, but by jumping down onto the table. It gives him a dirty look with its completely black and detail-less eyes before bending its head to lap up the cream. All of the cream, this time.
It'll simply curl up and fall asleep after licking the saucer clean.
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Originally Posted by Julius Caesar, Shakespeare
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Meanwhile, Baby has found a completely different kitty and is petting it enthusiastically. The NPC kitteh yowls in displeasure before squirming free. "kitteh!"
Xeni waits kind of nervously for Baby to make her decision.
Which was apparently quick.
Which is good.
Karaglen watches Baby for a few moments, twitching slightly at Zee's touch, but sits back properly in her stool after a moment, putting the sword away.
The shadow fades and she quietly nibbles a cracker.
She was not fond of watching her uncle be attacked.
Honestly, it was a surprise she didn't leap out immediately.
"Thanks Zee."
Right. Back to Flame-Blood McGee here.
"Okay. Kara, I'll need you to fix up his neck for me, once he's moving. It's a bit worse than your typical vampire bite, so I can't finish the process with it there and be done. Or he'll just bleed to death.
The heart thing will sort itself out."
Kara looks up at Zee for a moment, before looking towards Garrett and nodding.
"Okay."
Quiet again.
Right. Hopefully no one else decides to bonk Xeni, or the tavern will set on fire before he can fix things.
Assuming such an event doesn't happen, the mage will inch as close to the body as he can, without getting burned.
Then it's a matter of leeeeeaning over so that he can grab that rod staked through the man's heart, and pouring a surge of what appears to be generic electricity.
It probably is.
Regardless, this will trigger some sort of effect in the heart-rod that will cause it to melt into Garrett's body, sealing the chest wounds in the process.
From there, it will be casually spreading itself through the fellow's body, purging remaining vampiric traces and restoring basic human function.
It's a rather needlessly complicated process, but Xeni's fond of those.
Much more fun than "Eh, poof! You're cured."
Now it's a matter of seeing if Garrett's blood magic lets this take effect or not.
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