Luna Lovegood

You ever read "the most dangerous game"?

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Is that the one written by Ariana Frogstool?

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[...what. it gives him pause only long enough to make him blink, but his lip curls, an unpleasant smile stretching across his face, and that's about when he does reach for her, long, clawed fingers wrapping around her throat.]

Nah. Richard Connell. You should look into it sometime.

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[Luna's already large eyes go comically wide, as she stares right back at Victor, clear confusion written on her face]

You're hurting me.

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Kind of the point, Bambi. I let you down, you gonna run like a good little doe?

[He squeezes a little, tips of his claws digging in just enough to draw blood. He can smell her fear, and he leans in to get a better whiff. This is the part he always likes best.]

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[The young witch gives a startled gasp at the sharp pain. One hand is up, prying uselessly at Victor's fingers. The other hand is stretching down to the wand at her waist. She grasps hold of it, and directs the tip at Victor's stomach, choking out;]

St-stupefy!

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[He staggers back with a grunt, grip loosening as he's knocked backwards, stumbles another step and finally hits the floor, a snarl on his lips. Well that went well.]

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[Staring down at Victor nervously, Luna creeps forward and crouches down, anxious to see how badly hurt he is. She's never used magic on a non-magical creature before]

Victor..?

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[It's like getting hit by a Mack truck, at least for a moment. But it only lasts a little while before he starts moving again, reaching for her throat a second time, digging in harder, although he's quick to shove her away this time.]

The hell. Was that.

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[Luna stumbles backwards at the shove, sitting down on the floor after losing her footing]

Just a stunning spell. You wouldn't let me go, you see. I had to.

[She reaches up to feel the punctures the claws made in her throat]

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Luna!

[A man's voice rings out down the hall as Jax Teller comes jogging down the hall towards the pair. He hasn't seen what happened beforehand, but he saw the shove by grabbing her neck.

He's just going to skid to a stop, crouching by her.]

You okay? [He asks, noticing the claw marks and turning to face Victor.] What the fuck is your problem, doing this to a kid?!

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Guess you weren't here last time.

[He grins widely, teeth on display , something violent and dangerous lurking in his gaze. He's not worried, it's just another frail. What's he gonna do, really.]

I'm a monster. It's what I do. We were talkin' literature. She didn't know the one I was talkin' about, so I thought I'd show her. You gonna do somethin' about it?

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Oh, hello Jax.

[Luna turns a happy, if slightly dazed smile towards her inmate, putting on a brave face and giving a nod]

It's all right. I think I must have provoked him by accident.

You know, you should probably run. I'm not sure my spells are penetrating him very well.

[She begins to climb to her feet, keeping her eyes steady on Creed]

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Like hell am I leaving you.

[Call it stubbornness. Tellers were never good at taking a hint to back off. He stands with Luna, positioning himself between her and the so-called monster.]

I don't wanna do anythin' about it, but if you want her, you go through me.

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That supposed to scare me? You frails are all alike, talkin' big like you don't go down like nothin'.

[He takes a step closer, flexing his claws at his sides absently.]

You think I care about her? You're all the same. I take her out, I take you out, I take the both of you out, I don't give a shit.

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[Luna, though frightened, still leans out from behind Jax to watch Victor]

Oh good - if you don't care, then you wouldn't mind if we left.

Jax, I think we're bothering Mr. Creed. We should leave him alone, it must be his werewolfishness. It's a bad time of the month for him.

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Wouldn't want to mess with someone on the wrong time of the month.

[Jax agrees, though his voice carries a tad more venom. He's going to tuck his right hand behind him, under his kutte, where the pistol he got from the whacky Dreamscape flood is 'holstered' in his waistband.]

If we're so frail that we go down so easily, mustn't be worth your effort, huh? We're leaving. This doesn't have to go any further.

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And miss out on all the fun? Nah. Just do you both, that's all. Gettin' bored anyway.

[It's all the warning he gives, and even then he pounces halfway through, claws out to slash at his belly, sharp enough to rend leather like nothing.]

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[Luna jerks backwards, startled as Victor launches into his attack.]

Jax-!

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[He's been watching Victor closely. He doesn't have the other man's reaction times, but they're not exactly shabby. When he pounces, it takes another half-second to react... If it was longer, it likely would have ended up worse.

He shoves Luna back a bit more as Victor's claws slice through his shirt and skin. It's not deep, but blood splatters the deck, and Jax growls out in pain, stumbling back further.]

F-Fuck... [He spits out, moving to try and draw his gun before Victor can get another pounce in.]

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[Vic grins fiercely at Jax's reaction, laughs loud and hard, like it's all one big joke. He's not at his peak anymore, but he's adaptive, and no slouch even like this. Faster than size would imply he should be. He presses his attack, swipes at him again as he rushes forward; he sees the gun, he's not an idiot, but it's been so long since that's mattered he ignores it. Reaches for his throat after slashing at his belly, intent on having a little fun first. Like a cat playing with a mouse.]

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[her wand's coming out again, but Jax's shove bowls Luna over. She jerks her head up, scrambling back to her feet, trembling]

Leave him alone!

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[Jax feels the hands secure around his throat, feels the claws dig into his neck. All allusions to firing the gun are gone, he's raising it to start bashing at Victor's hand and wrist, trying to get the grip to loosen.]

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[It's easy enough to ignore the impacts; it's just a little pain, and pain he can handle, even if it lingers instead of fading away. He grips tighter for a moment, drawing blood, then shoves again, more effort in it this time, like throwing a rag doll or close enough.]

That what you want, frail? Not gonna do ya any good.

[Maybe it's more investment in it than he really deserves, maybe it's too much force for what happened, but Vic doesn't care. The critters that got on-board only whet his appetite, really, gave him an outlet they would have him ignore now that things are back to 'normal'. Like he cares, like it makes any difference to him; they gave him everything back only to take it away when it wasn't useful for them anymore, like he's going to just sit around and take it.]

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