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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 23, 2016 22:37:09 GMT
Jude continued to stare into the madman's eyes, narrowing his own eye as the cogs in his mind continued to turn. "Yeah, yeah I think I do creepy crawly." He answered. Frustration was clear on his face as he looked the Malkavian over. He was wrong, Jude couldn't quite figure out why, there was way to much missing, but Finn was very, very wrong. His hand slipped down toward his side, toward a little pouch that remained there all the time and was rarely opened. "Mind if I look at you?" He asked, almost threatening the Methusala.
'Snap' Jude's fingers popped the button off the case that held the only possession he owned that he couldn't replace. His Tarot deck. "Ya got something seriously off about you and I don't get it creepy crawly." He took another step forward, literally right up to Finn and stared up at him, toying with his cards with his fingertips. "And I don't know what you got goin, but I want to know." Jude stared at the Methusala, stared at Finn with defiance and inquisition. What was this crazy dude up too, why did he do anything? "You got pissed off eyes dude." He continued to stare. "Real fuckin pissed off eyes."
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 23, 2016 23:05:06 GMT
This was getting good... Too bad he didn't bring popcorn!
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 23, 2016 23:10:43 GMT
Finn motioned with one hand for the Ravnos to read his fortune, but the smile he offered was positively predatory. There was no kindness, no humor, in the way that he looked at the younger Kindred. His teeth were exposed behind his lips, like a canine showing their fangs in warning. He would do as Jude instructed, but any time he tried to show a card that the Malkavian had chosen, it would be blank.
After being returned to the deck, the card would be unharmed and the picture visible once more, but there was no way for him to read the madman's future, past, or present. He simply stood there, as if ignorant to what was happening, his green gaze never leaving the one eye of his companion.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 24, 2016 4:46:36 GMT
Jude played out the spread, one card after another completely blank. His green eye narrowed dangerously. "You're fuckin with me man." He pulled the cards back putting them in their proper place in his pouch. "You want me goin into this blind creepy crawly, you want me to choose without evidence. Fine, you got me. Now what?" Jude glared at the madman. Fury obvious in his eyes and his stance as he stood up to the Methusala. Jude was very very close to losing what cool he had left. His beast was starting to tear through the fabric of his mind, getting closer and closer to the surface.
He was beginning to suffer the effects of the withdraws, fingers beginning to shake and quiver. "Man you're fucked up. When do we start?" He growled at the madman. "And what do you want to fuckin do?" He asked still not backing down or away from him. Finn was strange, and Jude didn't know whether he liked him or hated him, and that uncertainty made his blood boil.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 24, 2016 4:58:00 GMT
Amy glanced towards Jude, her own Beast responding to just how close his was to the surface. It purred in excitement within her mind, but she managed to maintain her icy grip on its presence, keeping it pulled back away from its goal. Giving a shake of her head, she sighed softly, and stood from her seat. There was a slight wobble in her knees, the alcohol holding tight to her blood stream and making the room swim before her. It was rare that she bothered with alcohol of any kind, so it was no surprise that her few glasses had her so close to intoxication.
"Finn," she murmured, and the madman immediately shifted his focus to her icy gaze. It was as if, immediately, the Ravnos was forgotten where he stood. The bond the two shared was obvious as she walked up to him, and even to the medium, Finn calmed. The maggots that crawled seemed to still and seep back into the places they belonged: within him, deep within. She looked around his side to meet Jude's one-eyed gaze. "I am certain my... your friend would be elated to see you before you start training. Should you have any uncertainties about my decision to allow Findero to train you, I hope he can assuage them."
The smile she offered him was a bit weak, exhaustion showing for but a moment in her gaze. "Aside from that, I am sure that your companion will be waking soon, and I do not know how she might feel if she wakes without you. If you will go check on her, I can wake Octavian?" Wake was a loose word... Most likely, he was downstairs, destroying the sink. Again. As he did every night.
Finn bowed low at the waist to show his respect for her decision. What she said was logical and made sense, even with the slight slur.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 24, 2016 5:12:00 GMT
Kyle looked between the two... Then realized he should probably pay attention to Jude and not Milkshakes milkshakes.
"Sooo... Wait what's going on?"
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