Closed The Ace of... Things (Zantair)

[Deadfang]

Timestamp: Spring 20, 513 AV Deadfang fluttered her way lazily through the Spires, passing over vine bridges and around large trees, her eyes looking around for a place to get comfortable. There was so much mating going on back in Knyvz that it was hard to concentrate on anything. Since she had no mate of her own, there was no point in sticking around. She had grabbed her belt, her many pouches, and just for fun, those pieces of paper she'd found the other day, the ones from the termite place. She passed over the Petal of Eternal Warmth, Syna having already given up the sky to Leth. She looked down and saw a strange glowing coming from a less civilized, and more naturalistic area of the petal. The glow was weakest at an archway that Deadfang fluttered down toward. She landed gently, peering in, seeing multitudes of glowing colors everywhere in this miniature forest. Her eyes danced as she quickly noticed the lights were made by insects flying around the paths that branched away from this entrance. It seemed as good a place as any to get some peace and quiet. She stepped on the path, following a string of blue bugs to the left most path, wondering if she could eat these critters. She also wondered as to what made them glow like Leth, although in all the wrong colors. Deadfang continued deep into the area, ignoring the many benches dotting the area. She found a nice tree with a low lying branch. She fluttered upward and sat upon the branch. Getting a good grip with her legs, she allowed herself to fall backwards, now dangling from the branch. Hanging there, she grabbed the pouch that held the paper things and pulled the drawstring loose. She then hung it from her belt so that it hung down much lower than the rest of her pouches and pulled out a single slip of paper. On it was a drawing of a single dagger, ornate, beautiful, lethal, with a single drop of blood on the tip. There was also a bunch of fancy lines and decorations around the edges of the paper. She wondered what it all meant, screeching in mild annoyance. She was determined to find out the secret behind these blasted things.

[Zantair]

The tree swayed, if only slightly as new found weight was added to a low lying limb, while only slightly, it was enough to stir zantair from his rest and so he climbed down the tree so he could better see what had disturbed his nap, he pattered down the tree, using his bushy tail to balance himself as he climbed down head first, something which seemed natural to him as a squirrel, his eyes briefly met the large upside down object, before he made his way to the bottom and changed, he felt it was more appropriate to look at large things in a large form, so as to not distort the image at too much, being small always has a habit of changing how you view things.

He placed himself behind the tree before changing form, and if one were observant, may see the change in light. He turned and peeked his head out catching the vague form of what he could only gather is a giant bat-like spider with claws. More importantly, was the item held inside It's hand. Zantair recognised it for what it was, A tarot card, even more noticeable was whose card it was, he remembered seeing it when he was being hired for Particles of the Past.

He was nervous and yet at the same time irritated, he needed to get those cards back but he creature seemed dangerous, and a naked body wouldn't put much of a fight against a giant spider bat. He breathed out before making his presence known.

"Hey! You! Bat Thing! I need to get those cards back!" He shouted, hoping to scare it into submission, probably not the best option, as a naked middle aged man was hardly as imposing.

[Deadfang]

Deadfang was interrupted from her scrutiny by a light that flashed from behind her. At first she thought it might be more of the glowing bugs, until the skittish naked man revealed himself. She had no idea what cards were, but she knew the voice of a challenger when she heard it. She looked at him, and accepted his challenge, not one to back down. She smiled, baring her fangs, and started swinging back and forth from her branch. Then she let go, flipped halfway around, and landed gently on her feet, her back to him now. She turned slowly, her face changing to one of menace, as she slipped the paper into her pouch. Her claws were extended, arms dangling nonchalantly. Facing him now, she decided to start with a trick her mother had taught her when a man confronted. Her eyes drifted down to his manhood, then back to his eyes, "I thought I was being challenged by a man, not a boy." Her mouth twisted into a sarcastic smirk, then she continued, "I don't know what cards are naked boy, but you will get nothing from me. Now go away, I'm not allowed to hurt you here in the city." She clacked the claws together on each hand, ready to defend herself if needed. The fur on her neck stood up, her knees bent slightly, her arms spreading lightly to prepare for possible combat. She topped it all off with a loud, soul scratching screech.

[Zantair]

After a minute acrobatic feat, the creature turned, a contorted face of something Zantair's brain could only manage to describe as the face of violence. He instinctively took a step back, not even registering the act until a moment after the step was placed. The creature had made some sort of comment, and Zantair couldn't really understand what the giant gerbil bat was saying.

"Whatever are you--" the creature had continued without pause and had promptly interrupted him with her own speech, exclaiming no knowledge of the cards. More importantly the Zith had made it well known that she would not give the cards up, and as a icing on top, made a point to tell him to go away. Zantair began to feel frustrated, he felt obliged to try and get the cards for his boss, but at the same time, the creature seemed to have no qualms with ripping him to pieces should he make a move. The darn thing had claws. Why claws? everything that has claws tend to be violent, and they also like squirrel meat. He decided to slide back behind the tree, maybe the tree would provide a useful defense against the human sized flying furball. Perhaps from here he could speak.

"That thing you just had is a card." Zantair said, rather matter-of-factly, "You use it to tell fortunes, if you would be as kind as to not rip my head off, or whatever you... what exactly ARE you? A bat? or a flying gerbil?" he asked, honestly unsure of what it was, though, the question could probably have been asked a little differently. "look, if you show me the thing from far away I could tell you which one it is.."

He was hoping the diplomatic approach might work, and at least from a distance he could probably escape if harm were to come to him. in any case, this would probably grate on his mind for a while, and he hoped he would be able to find away out of the mess he had just got himself into, and better yet, maybe he could get away with the cards as well.