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gotmattitude · 5 years

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it will take more than common sense

WHO: Kitty Wilde ( @wildevvitch ) & Matt Rutherford.

WHAT: Kitty and Matt run each other at Undique. They fight, and there is an unexpected break.

WHEN: Friday, 26 April 2019.

WHERE: Undique Stadium.

WARNINGS: Classic Kitty warnings. Racism, violence, homophobia, injuries, mentions of manipulation.

Matt is getting ready to do some training, making sure he's carrying a water bottle and sports towels for later. The past couple weeks have been going... pretty alright, even if he's sort of afraid to admit it out loud. It's like, if he says it, the Aether will find a way to balance it out and just give him some more shit to deal with. So he's been cautious, trying not to enjoy himself too much.... but apparently, even thinking about his good mood attracts negativity. A flash of blond hair catches his eye, and he turns, hoping to see Quinn, or even Sam, but instead... finds Kitty. He openly rolls his eyes and groans, putting his hands in his pockets. "What? Aren't you too busy trying to put collars on people to hang out at Undique?"

Kitty laughed in the loser named Matt Rutherford's face. "Collars are so last November. I'm helping werewolves now regain their humanity as my mission to the Big Man on top." She pressed her manicured hands to pray to Jesus. "I'm not hanging out here. I'm scoping whether or not the Sirens are worthy of moi." Kitty circled around Matt like a tigress and smirked at seeing him so uncomfortable. "Where are your friends? I don't see them around... Oh wait totes forgot. They're disgusting witch hunting Malleys now. Is that what you're doing too? Spying on us real witches, Dumpel?"

Matt narrows his eyes. "You can't do that shit. No one can. You're not actually God, Kitty." He's suddenly nervous, though, and thinks they should probably look into what can be done, and how bad it could be. If there was a way to make it painful, he thinks Kitty would use that. Matt ignores her comment about the Sirens and straightens his back when she starts circling around him, wishing it had no effect on him, but Aether, it does. At the mention of Yejun, his fist clenches, the nails digging into his skin. He remembers what Santana told him about her, about Tina. "Yeah, Kitty. That's what I'm doing. Why? You got something to hide?" Ah, shit. He shouldn't have said that. He shoves away the retort that surfaces next. "You know, for someone that talks about smiting all the time, you got a fuckton of bark but not a lot of bite." The fuck is happening to him? The second Kitty showed up, it's like his anger was turned up to 150%.

"Oh who said I was God? I do what He wills and He wills us Christians to be the masters of all animals on His bountiful earth." Kitty's face shone with patriotic pride as she stared up at Matt. The CWA needed a new project since the members were getting very restless and petty lately. They had been bickering among themselves. Kitty knew a refocused strategy was what the club needed for unity. Alena, her familiar, swam inside the small water jug Kitty had slung on her arm. She gasped when Matt confessed. Jesus I've done it! Kitty thought and pointed at Matt. Commanding his atrocious behavior. "Clean out your damn mouth, Matthew. The Heavenly Father might let you into purgatory to amend your sinful existence if you repent how unholy you are." Kitty was ready to pull the purifying salts from her secret hiding place.

Matt wanted to punch her. He didn't, but Aether, he wanted to. "That sounds like bullshit," he said, shrugging, trying to come across as nonchalant. Kitty gasps when he implies she's in the closet, and he thinks maybe he sank a bit too low. It doesn't matter though, because she opens her mouth again and his chest tightens once again. "What? You want me to clean out my fucking mouth? Does this shit bother you? Unholy fucking words? At least I don't have to resort to threatening to take someone's control to feel fucking powerful," he says, ignorant to Kitty's intentions.

Kitty laughed at Matt's reaction and smirked. "Cheese and rice, when will you heathens understand. I am powerful. The Lord picked me to be powerful." Kitty dug into her shirt and pulled out the shards of cleansed salt to sprinkle in front of Matt's face. She summoned her magic circle. Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence, cleanse this unholy magic!

BOT: Kitty 😼: 1d7 = (6) = 6

BOT: Matt 👥: 1d7+2 = (2)+2 = 4

Matt starts to say something back to Kitty when she pulls out some dust, some of which manages to land on his mouth, but that's nothing compared to the shock of the spell hitting him. "What the fuck," he exclaims, and laughs bitterly. "What? We're doing this shit?" Taking a second to focus, he summons Sydney, and reaches into his bag to pull out a mojo back, which he squeezes until there are specks of cayenne floating out of it. <<She thinks she's the shit, but Goofer knows she's full of shit, >> he casts, and Sydney breathes out a stream of cayenne towards Kitty.

BOT: Matt 👥: 1d7+3 = (4)+3 = 7

BOT: Kitty 😼: 1d7 + 1d10 = (1) + (7) = 8

Kitty said back with glee. "Yes, we're doing this." Alena sighed and swam disapprovingly in a circle in the jug. So the doppel had a new trick did he. Kitty had some too. "Alena! Come on!" She ordered her juvenile angelfish and Alena let out a spew of unhappy bubbles but she followed Kitty's command. Soul Armament! Kitty cast her spell and opened the jug, spraying the water out and sending Alena out. Her fish shone in a burst of light and Kitty pulled out a shiny glaive to swipe through Matt's dumb spicy magic. Kitty hated spicy. "Goofer goofed up." Kitty growled.

BOT: Kitty 😼: 1d7 + 1d10 = (4) + (5) = 9

BOT: Matt 👥: 1d7+2 = (7)+2 = 9

Kitty decided to test her glaive out before getting serious. She splashed a small amount of water at Matt's face. "Repent." She ordered Matt. "Come to the light, Mathieu." She said his name in French to make it sound snobbier. This was fun. This was going to be a trophy win for the Lord.

Matt watched as Kitty's familiar transformed into a weapon and hit him once, and then just sort of sadly spat some water on his face. "What the fuck is your deal? Have you ever stopped to think for yourself, you insufferable little racist?" He scoffs at her. "What do I have to repent for? I'm fucking curious." Reaching in for another mojo bag, the one with the chicken painted on it, he dipped his thumb inside it, and spread the dust in a line from the bottom of his neck upward, as Sydney started hopping around him over and over. <<Headless chickens run in circles, headless chickens, fuck her up.>>

BOT: Matt 👥: 2d7+2 = (7+6)+2 = 15

BOT: Kitty 😼: (1d7 + 1d10)*2 = ((3) + (6))*2 = 18

Kitty was surprised Matt didn't know her mission. She had been so clear. God had made it clear for her. "The Lord is the only true way. It's written in the Bible. No one shall put any other power before the Lord. I was born to serve His Will, and that means destroying the worship of false idols." She smirked at Matt's bags and his stupid spells. He thinks that will stop me? Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence, freeze and purify the sinner! Kitty shouted and swung her glaive wildly. The water around Matt shot up following Kitty's glaive and then in an instant froze solid to strike into Matt and Sydney like spikes.

BOT: Kitty 😼: (1d7 + 1d10)*2 = ((7) + (9))*2 = 32

Matt starts to argue, when a shield materializes in front of Kitty and her weapon. He takes a step back, and dismisses Sydney back into her tattoo. She doesn't need to see him whacking at that thing like he's chipping away at an iceberg. "What the fuck is a false idol? And does your god tell you you have to be a fucking dickhead to serve his ass?" Picking up a pair of ugly glasses, he grabs a handful of Goofer Dust, and tries to thin out the barrier between them. <<Fuck that up?>> he casts, almost like a question.

BOT: Matt 👥: 1d7+4 = ((7)+4)/2 = 5.5

Matt laughs, shaking his head. "Who? Elliott? Is he that important to you that you think being his friend is worshipping him?" He wipes off the excess dust off his hands, and prepares his next spell, rolling a sigil between his fingers. "You're no one to correct a man that does more good for everyone than you could ever do. And it's fucking sad. Maybe if you had a mind of your own, you'd be less of a fucking bigot." The paper between his fingers is tiny now, and he mimes throwing a dart at the shield. <<Forces of hoodoo, break apart the shield around.>>

BOT: Matt 👥: 1d7+2 = ((6)+2)/2 = 4

BOT: Kitty 😼: 1d0 = (0) = 0

Kitty rolled her eyes and swore under her breath, "To hell with it, you guys need a re-education on the vileness of demons. The nameless and faceless lameities which give you your magic are nothing but soothsaying demons, you foolish fool!" She crossed her arms and gave Matt a bitchy staredown. It pained Kitty to admit Matt's last words stung. The last time she had a mind of her own, she had been punished by the Lord. She had been deemed foul by her own parents. "What does this fake witch know about a mind of one's own, Lord?" She asked the Heavenly Father loud enough for Matt to hear. Then she clasped both hands around her cross pendant. It was time to end this. Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence, let my spirit be yours, my body nothing, let it bear all wounds, all pain, all death, for my place is with you in Heaven, shed me of this mortal sin…

Kitty felt the power of the Lord flowing inside her. This was what God wanted. To make sure every sinner knew he wouldn't forgive them unless they admitted to their wrongdoing. The blinding white light shone from her body and Kitty grabbed her soul armament. She was aiming her glaive straight at Matt. No, Kitty, this is wrong! Kitty heard Alena in her head and the handle beneath her hand was swirling like rough waves. 'Aleana, stay put!' Kitty grabbed the glaive with both handles. Why was her familiar freaking out now? This isn't what our power should be used for, please, you know that! The glaive was shaking in Kitty's grasp. 'Our power?Don't think so highly of ourselves. This is God's power and you LISTEN to me, you dumb fish!' Kitty broke through Alena's struggle and forced the glaive to swing just as the holy energy burst from her. And let my body burn up in your light of Justice, oh Heavenly Father! Kitty shouted, shooting the light from the glaive's crystal tip with a mighty swing. Kitty's vision flooded with white after she saw the tip of her weapon crack before the soul armament exploded in small shards and disappeared into the aether.

Matt shakes his head. "No, our demons look more like you, you foolish fool," he mocks, trying to reflect Kitty's glare, but if it's purposeful he just kind of feels like it's dumb as fuck. He would've found something to hang on to when Kitty maybe reacted to his retort, but hers was a punch in the gut. Is he his own person? Will he ever be more than a ghost, a shadow? "Oh fuck off--" he starts, but interrupts himself as Kitty begins to cast. He has a bad feeling about it, and his stomach coils into itself. He thinks to cover himself with his hands as a beam of light hits him, and agony burns through his stomach, his chest, his throat, before the white turns black. His legs buckle underneath him and he falls, unconscious.

Kitty coughed as she wobbled up to stand. Her arms were covered in black soot and she felt like she did 700 cartwheels in 2 minutes. "Alena, come out." Kitty called out. But there was no response. Kitty sniffed and stopped because even breathing hurt. "Whatevs, be a pouty bitch! Like I care! Stupid fish." Kitty muttered under her breath and grinned when she saw the lump in the distance. That used to be Matt Rutherford. 'See? See how strong I am, Lord? See how never question Your will?' Kitty wondered if God was watching. If God would finally show her that He was listening and cared about her. She was walking past the doppelganger and saw he was passed out. Kitty looked around. There was still no one. "Ugh. Don't you have someone coming to check in with you?" She asked. Matt of course didn't say anything back that unconscious jerk. "Alena, come on, we need to help this doofus." She called out to her familiar. Still no reply.

BOT: Kitty 😼: 1d36 healing Matt = (11) = 11

Kitty extended her hand over Matt's head so he'd at least wake up. Because it was weird to leave someone unconscious. That was it. Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence. Mend his body. Bring his mind back. She saw some of the wounds on Matt close up. "There, you happy now?" She was asking Alena. But there was no reply from the juvenile angelfish. 'Cheese and rice, you hold a grudge.' Kitty thought. After healing, Kitty limped away. She'd have to go heal herself later when Alena came back.

Matt took in a sharp breath, and found that everything hurt. Groaning, he pushed himself up so he was sitting, and muttered a reply akin to 'I'm happy I'm fucking alive,' before blinking a couple times. When his vision came back to focus, he pushed himself up, and realized that Kitty was gone. "Tina deserves way better than her," he mumbled under his breath, then summoning Sydney back into this plane. "C'mon. I gotta get myself to Penny. Better check if I'm really curse-free while I'm there."

#wildevvitch #para: all #para: wildevvitch #wildevvitch: all #para: 039 #para: it will take more than common sense #cw: racism #cw: violence #cw: homophobia #cw: manipulation #cw: injuries

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ryderreturns · 6 years

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God Smites Sinners

Who: Kitty Wilde and Ryder Lynn, and their familiars

When: Monday July 2nd, sometime in the early morning

Where: Undique Stadium

Why: When two water affinities butt heads, Kitty’s God is stronger.

What: Trigger Warnings: Violence, mentions of Death and bombs

Kitty arrived to Undique Stadium on Monday. Brother Hunter's baptism was weird but like he was always a little off. Being a bloodline was like that. Kitty pulled off her sunglasses when she got to the room to deal with another upstart New Age. The last time she was here, Trashy Cohen-Chang threw her off, but this time, Kitty was sure to win. She held onto her cross pendant for support. The Lord would grant her a win. She wouldn't be tempted to lose control.

Ryder and his familiar, King, were already waiting in Undique. He'd added another hour onto the reservation for the training room, just in case. Though he knew it wouldn't take that long to knock the Wilde girl down off her high horse. 'You won't go too hard on her, correct?' Ryder sent the elk a look as the doors opened. "Hey," he said as Kitty came walking in. Wow, she was short. "Do you need to warm up? Summon a familiar? Pray?"

Kitty pulled a face. What was that thing? A big deer. "Warm up? God didn't need a warm up and I don't either." She blew on her freshly done nails to make her point sharper. She gave Ryder a vaguely irritated look. He was another boy. She didn't have to exert any scheme on him. Boys were simple. "I've already prayed, Tinder 3." She didn't want to summon Alena, though she had a feeling her familiar would sneak up somehow. <<Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence. Alena, I summon you under the grace of God.>> At Kitty's call, a small fish floated around in a bubble of water Kitty created within her palm. "Can we get this over with? Your familiar smells like a barn."

Ryder "Just asking," he said, putting up his hands. His brow furrowed at Tinder 3. What did that mean? While Ryder was trying to stay in the right mindset for a duel, he was distracted by the fish that popped up in a bubble. No, he thought, don't be fooled by cute animals. "And yours has no sense of smell," he shot back. Ryder and King walked across the floor to take their spot on the other side of the arena. "Ladies first," he said.

Kitty: 1d6 = (6) = 6 + 1 for familiar use Ryder: 1d6 = (2) = 2

Kitty pouted at Ryder's comeback. "Fish can smell, Barn Boy. They have nares." Kitty said snootily. She gave Ryder a fake smile for his annoying chivalry and went to her side of the stadium. The faster she knocked down these New Agers, the better. She had to get stronger before she could own Tina Cohen-Chang. If this werewolf boy was giving Kitty an advantage, Kitty would take it. Only idiots gave people a chance to hurt them. <<Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence! Flood and freeze him!>> Kitty shouted, sending a torrent of rain down onto Ryder. As the water hit the boy, Kitty froze it. "Alena, show him what you got, bitch!" Kitty commanded her angelfish. Do I have to? Alena said sadly as she flowed between the raindrops and lightly slapped Ryder on the face. "Now leave," Kitty told her familiar. She wasn't going to have her goody-goody two shoes familiar around to patronize her.

Ryder thought, Shit. I forgot about nares. So much for that comeback. He grimaced at her spell phrasing and how she called on God's magnificence. At first, the rain had no effect. But the she froze it and it stung at his skin, making him wince. "You made the fish slap me," he said sadly. Ice magic was something he'd wanted to grow into using, but it was still out of his specialty. Maybe his heart just wasn't as cold as Kitty's. "Nice move," he said, wiping the rain off.

Kitty replied, "You were the one who said she had no sense of smell!" She wasn't totally defending Alena, her dumb familiar. No freaking way was she doing that. She saw her freezing rain wasn't affecting him much. Was he a stronger affinity than her? Kitty growled behind her lipstick. She already lost once to an electrifying lesbo. Big Daddy God wasn't going to let Kitty fall for the same trick twice. She dropped to her knees and started praying. She grabbed at her cross pendant. <<Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence, let my spirit be yours, my body nothing, let it bear all wounds, all pain, all death, for my place is with you in Heaven, shed me of this mortal sin… >> She starts the ritual, not caring if she was going to be hurt during it.

Ryder: 1d6 = (6) = 6 Kitty is preparing and rolls a 0. Takes full 6 damage.

Ryder started to gather water from the side of the training room. Bringing it to King's head, he let the water mold to his antlers. Even with the water to keep from totally bludgeoning Kitty, this was going to hurt. King was already running across the room (reluctantly) in order to headbutt the girl when she got down onto her knees. "Don't kneel during a fight!" Ryder shouted at her, but it was like she didn't hear him. King had too much momentum to stop and even Ryder winced when the two collided. "Okay, that was worse than a fish slap," he winced.

Kitty: Holy Beam - 1d50 = (22) = 22 Ryder: 1d6 = (6) = 6

Kitty continued to cast despite getting impaled by an uggo deer. It's okay, if I die, God will protect me. This pain is nothing for a martyr of His Grace. This was what I deserve to be pure again. She pressed her hand tighter on her cross enough to cut into her palm. <<And let my body burn up in your light of Justice, oh Heavenly Father!>> Her body went into a trance, bending backward. A brilliant white flash burst from inside her like an explosion. It was a circle of light shooting out of Kitty that struck Ryder. After the light passed, Kitty gasped as she woke up from her trance. It hurt so bad. Her body was abused from the inside by that mighty holy power. But did I win? Lord, do you believe me when I said I made a mistake with that girl?

Ryder watched her pray, wondering if it was to be healed. King returned to his side, the water falling from his antlers. They shared a brief look at the words 'light of Justice.' In the next moment, Ryder finally knew what it felt like to be smote by God. It was something he'd imagined would happen after leaving the church and becoming a witch. Now it was truly happening. Nothing had ever burned so much. That angry white light was the last thing he saw before collapsing to the ground as King dissipated into the Aether beside him.

Kitty got up on her feet. Her hands were blackened from the blast. I'm getting better at it. Papa said not to do it but what does Papa know? What does Mama know? They're idiots who think they know how to control me. Little by little, Kitty knew she was going to be stronger. "Oh fuck," Kitty slipped as she took a step. "Frick. Fick. Free...Oh free." Kitty looked nervously up at the ceiling. She knew the Lord heard her. In front of her was the new age witch. The werewolf boy. Lying in a loser heap on the floor. She smirked before the pain was too much and she had to grab at her side. Her phone, where was it. She wanted to take a picture to commemorate. But is that a good idea? Kitty sighed. "What the heck do you want, Alena?" Her familiar was floating in her water bottle on her side of the stage. Kitty controlled the water to flow up from the bottle so she could see her familiar face to face. You already showed him what you can do. Alena moved her gills. Kitty frowned, pursed her pink lips. "So what." Alena swam in a circle. You didn't show him everything. You should heal him, Katherine. "Ew, stop calling me Katherine! That's so old! Why should I heal him." Kitty crossed her arms and glared at Ryder on the ground. It's what the Lord would want you to do. Love thy neighbor. "My neighbor is Quinn, and she's never around for me to love." Kitty uncrossed her arms. She glanced at Alena. "Do you think she would?" Alena didn't say anything. Kitty grumbled and placed her hands on Ryder.

Kitty rolls to heal 1d15 = (10) = 10

Kitty <<Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence. Mend his bones. Cleanse his spirit. Rid of his smell.>> Kitty saw her hands glowing blue-white. The light left her hands and entered Ryder's body, healing him.

Ryder opened his eyes to a warmth on his body that was the opposite of the burning he'd felt moments - years? - ago. "Holy fuck," was the first thing he said. He sat up off the floor and shook his head free of the cobwebs surrounding his mind. "That. Was. Epic!"

Kitty shrieked when Ryder came alive with an exclamation. Did new ages not know manners when coming back from unconsciousness? "What the heck, stop creaming your pants, you weirdo." Kitty pulled her hands away and scooted away from him.

Ryder laughed at that, pushing back onto his feet. He didn't feel 100% but he felt 10/15, which was pretty good considering he thought he'd just seen the white light of death. Wait, students couldn't die in school duels. "You're a total bitch, but damn that's a good attack." Maybe he should've stuck with God after all. Ryder threw up a little in his mouth just at the thought. Nope. "What do you call it? The Last Thing You See?"

Kitty wrinkled her nose. "And you're a moron and your attacks, your familiar, and everything about you sucks." She stared at Ryder's enthusiasm blankly. She tried to look for Alena but that bitch floated or swam away into the aether. "No, it doesn't have a name! Stop making one up!" Kitty argued. New ages are all total psychos. She got up steady to her feet and decided walking away from this was way smarter. No wonder Sister Quinn was a genius. She didn't deal with loser lusus witches draining her IQ. "I'm leaving, you're so weird!"

Ryder shrugged. "I would've had you if you didn't pull that bomb out on your second attack like a coward," he mused. "It's a good name though. You should use it." Maybe then she could just say the attack name instead of kneeling down to pray and opening herself up to a hundred different attacks. "Thanks for the heal! We're having a rematch! No bombs!"

Kitty stopped in her tracks to fight back, "L-o-l bitter much your magic was nothing compared to mine? I don't get why people hold back. If you hold back, you don't get what you want. It has nothing to do with patience." She put her hands on her waist, ignoring how everything inside her wanted to rest. "No. It sounds lame, like you." Kitty couldn't make heads or tails about this boy. She just shook her head in disbelief and rolled her eyes. "I didn't heal you for yo...ugh, whatevs! You're totes going to lose next time too." Kitty pointed at Ryder with her blackened nails and left.

#t: para #nimtraining #wildevvitch #para: Kitty #tw: violence #cw: mentions of death #tw: bombs #cw: bombs #cw: violence

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