<font color="darkred" face="verdana" size="1">somehow, I'm not impressed.</font> -- Main Street

Okay. Now this was Tarot's specialty. Oh my god. I'm so scared. Stuck with another girl for weeks. She's going to end up dead by tomorrow morning but- oh my god- wait...

What effect was this supposed to have? Oh my gosh, your big brother gets both of the hot readheads for sadistic sexual games? Oooh I'm terrfied. If I had boots I'd be trembling in them. She knew enough about bindings to discern a pretty basic one when she saw it. Easy enough to break, easy enough to ignore. She supposed she could leave it; her constitution allowed her to put up with a lot more crap than most expected. But the titchy thing might not survive the impact.

I'm a fairy, you imbecile. We laiikke cursing people like that. Your brother gets it; he knows not to do dumbass things and, you know, act like your father. And... we don't like dogs. We like fairy hounds. There's a distinction. Without further ado she pulled Lezedi's hair from her pocket, grabbed Zeth by the arm and shouted a wordless command to Beltane. He grew in size and statue until he had taken on the shape of a young man, awkwardly clothed in a steel-gray wool military jacket and ill-fitting trousers. Wordlessly he did as his mistress had asked, mimicking Lezedi's motions and chant, this time audibly, and, well, directed towards Zeth.

It was his spell so it'd break in moments, but, she had to make a point. You do not play games with a pissed of fairy. Did I give you permission to touch me? Did I say you could speak to me? No. Not an ounce. Not a millimeter! Etiquette is the language of my people and, buddy, you're speaking french to an Englishman by ignoring that.

Once finished he laughed- the sound a deep, throaty barking sound, and vanished into the night air, to get smashingly drunk, Tarot assumed. After all, the poor kid was only human once in a blue moon. Hehe. Blue moon. Hehehe.

With a motion faster than even her eyes could gauge, she found her hair tangled within Fury's, eyes luminescent and shining like flames in the falsely-lit night. That was something else Tarot could do without at the moment. The damn streetlamps. She clapped her hands together, singing quietly to herself. The glass bulbs exploded, showering the quintet with shards of hot, almost molten glass. The second the light vanished, the spell snapped as well. Ahh yes. Nothing like pure, natural nocturnal goodness.

Don't fuck with me buddy. I'm reaching my breaking point.She pointed over her shoulder at Zeth and Lucian, her teeth long, sharp and fiercly bared. They're okay. But you? Not so much. You might have skills, brother man, but you really don't want to anger a fae. We have ways of coming back to haunt you.

There was a reason she had gravitated to Lucian, and it wasn't because he was nicer, more attractive or less likely to snap her neck. Oohh no. He was just a helluva lot more fun. She'd seen what the man could do and, well...

...There wasn't much else going on in this town to interest her.

I'm going to kill him once you're finished with us. She tilted her head back to inform Lucian. Not me personally, mind you, but there's always a way. Can we go... I mean, seriously this time and no more monkey business from dumb and dumber.