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Micah couldn’t stand to be in the Eyrie for another second. He felt like the walls were closing in on him and he couldn’t breathe. Normally he would escape to the highest levels of the tree but he refused to set foot up there. As long as that human was locked up in the middle of his living room he refused to be up there. He wouldn’t even sleep in the same bed as his wife. All because of that ******* look alike that Vel seemed to have formed an unhealthy attachment to. It was ridiculous and all Micah wanted was for the ***** to be turned or put out of her misery. Then maybe life could go back to normal.

Stepping out on the balcony Micah stared across the city, lost in thought. Too many thoughts were running around in his mind and it was too much. He had to get the **** out of there before he exploded. The faction didn’t deserve to witness the impending explosion. It had nothing to do with them and Micah would much rather lose his **** in private. He knew exactly what he was going to do.

Gathering a bag of freshly severed heads he jumped over the railing and enjoyed the sensation of free falling as he hurtled through the air only to land on the ground with grace. Bag in hand he stood tall and headed for the pikes that lined the walkway leading to the gates that surrounded the tree. The old heads were in a sorry state, half decayed and looking rather pitiful. It was past time to change them out.

One by one the old heads were tossed into a pile and new ones were displayed, each face frozen into some sort of terrified expression. It wasn’t helping to calm his anger but at least it had given him something to do. Just as he was setting the last head in place something smacked into him and he distinctly heard the word “twat.” Turning Micah caught sight of an unfamiliar face heading for the gates. Hell no that wasn’t going to happen. His hand shot out and grabbed the back of the man’s jacket, yanking him back. “Who the **** are you calling a twat *****?”

Oh this one was a smartass. Normally he would respond in kind but he’d never seen this jackass before in his life and he was in no mood to play games. “Cute. I have to say I’ve been called a lot of things in my time but twat and ***** are two that are new.” Micah released his grip on the man’s jacket and crossed his arms over his chest. His lips twisted in a sneer as he allowed himself to give the man a quick appraisal. How very interesting. Remington’s childe - Vel’s grandchilde. He tucked that bit of information away for later. “You though….I bet you’d make a really nice prison *****. You ain’t all that impressive.”

Micah had only been around this asshole for less than five minutes and already he wanted to shove his foot so far up his *** it’d come out his throat. Cocky prick. Where the **** had Remington found this one? He’d have to ask because he found that he was extremely curious. He had thought that Remington had standards but after seeing this clueless idiot Micah wasn’t all that sure.

He cast a glance at the pikes that lined either side of the path. “I think you’d fit right in. Though I think you need your face bashed in a few times to make you look like one of the gang.” Something about this one was setting him on edge and it wasn’t just because he was mad at the world and everything and everyone was pissing him off. No there was something else but Micah couldn’t quite put his finger on it. When the stranger started eyeing the tree a low growl rumbled through his chest. Yeah. Go on and try it. Micah wasn’t going to pick up the body parts when this loser stepped into traps. In fact he might just get to add a new head to the spikes.

Then his wife’s name came out of its mouth. Micah’s finger’s flexed and slowly started morphing into claws. No matter how furious he was that was still his wife and he was still overprotective of her. “Why yes as a matter of fact I do. Tell me *****, what do you want with my wife?”

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Micah> Infamous? That was a new one. Couldn’t say that he had even been referred to as such but apparently his reputation in regards to his wife had preceded him. Or maybe Remington had warned this one what would happen should this little prison ***** decide to set his sights on Vel. “Your face would heal,” he said in a rather dismissive tone. On the outside he appeared calm, relaxed ….almost bored. But on the inside he was a tightly wound spring, ready to uncoil and attack the second he needed to. And it was coming.

His arms uncrossed and his hands hung loosely at his sides. One second. That’s all the longer it would take for him hand to be wrapped around the handle of his gun. Two seconds. That’s about all the time it would take for him to draw it and aim it right between those smug eyes. One twitch. That was all he would need to pull the trigger to lodge a bullet in that overconfident ********’s skull. Just give me a reason, he thought. Just one. “Yes.” It came out in a snarl. “My wife is Australian, and while she might be family to you, you ain’t **** to me.”

<Godric> “Oh, I’m sure my face would heal, but you know I do have a rep to keep up. Gotta keep the ladies happy, and they just love my face.” There was a coy smile to boot. Godric knew he was getting himself into some deep ****. He knew this man before him meant business and wasn’t one to be trifled with but he just couldn’t help but press his buttons. He wanted to see how much the shark could be poked before he ate the vampire whole. What was a few stray bullets between friends. Aye?

He heard the snarl creep from the man’s mouth and grinned. The fangs plainly on show for the other to see, he watched him uncross his arms so they were resting against the side. His eyes made a quick measure to the gun he was carrying. Pretty big. His was only a tiny little handgun, but he was quick with it. His reflexes were sharp. “Ah, but you are familia.” He laughed. “Doesn’t that make you a grandpa or something. Old man.” There it was. He was SURE he hit the guys button there. Godric laughed. His chest rattling.

<Micah> Not yet. Stay calm. This was his mantra. Over and over he repeated it in his mind but it wasn’t helping him. Seeing his head on one of the spikes that lines the path to the Eyrie was looking like a better idea with each second that passed. “Im sure the ladies wouldn’t miss you a bit. You seem like you’re all talk and no action. And I think that big ego of yours is trying to compensate for what you’re lacking in other areas.” Micah didn’t say the words but the implication was there. Even the biggest dumbass would be able to pick up on that.

Micah went from calm on the outside, to pissed off, too infuriated in the span of about five seconds. He was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between the two of them and reached out to wrap a single hand around the little *****’s throat. His face twisted in fury. “You know son. I don’t know who the **** you think you are, but pissing me off isn’t the smartest thing you could have chosen to do. If you wanted to press my buttons to get a rise out of me, to push me to react well congratulations dickhead you have succeeded.” Micah could tolerate a lot but there was only two people that got away with calling him a grandpa or an old man and this pathetic ***** wasn’t one of them.

<Godric> The words of old man, and grandpa hadn’t left his mouth for more than a second - and that was all it took for the man to make his way towards Godric and wrap his fingers around his throat. Godric’s automatic response was to growl. Bare his fangs and make himself known to be a threat to the other but he knew better than that. He kept himself silent. A grin forming on his lips instead. He was used to being man handled. His targets usually fought back. He knew how to get out of these kind of grips and to turn the table. Godric could probably turn this choke hold around and turn Micah into his ***** if he wanted to.

“Oh yes. That’s right. Refer to dick sizes. Yawn.” He said through the chokehold and found himself grinning even more. It was a good thing he didn’t have to breathe otherwise he’d be gasping for breath. Instead it was just extremely uncomfortable. “Congratulations to me. I win. What do I win?” He smiled. “A date with your wife, perhaps?”

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Micah> A dagger appeared in his free hand. One that he was familiar with. Sometimes when in a situation such as this it was more satisfying to drive the sharp end of something into your intended target. It was a great stress reliever. And the slower he did it the more it would hurt. No matter how pissed of at Vel he was he wasn’t going to stand for a snot nosed little punk like this disrespecting the bond that they shared. “You got yourself a smart mouth.” The dagger twirled around his fingers, taunting his intended target.

“You’ll learn to curb that tongue of yours.” And Micah would be the one to teach him, rather painfully, how to do just that. One final twirl of the dagger and he buried it in Godric’s shoulder in a single shove. “Lesson number one. You keep your mouth shut about my wife or I’ll cut your tongue out. Comprende amigo?”

<Godric> Oh, he knew he had a smart mouth. It was one of his endearing attributes that everyone loved about him. Especially Adelita. She loved this smart mouth all over her naked form. He grinned - just thinking about it. He did find himself staring at the dagger as it twirled within Micah’s grasp. Oh dear, Micah was such a tease. Godric did like a bit of foreplay. To butter up the oven of course.

“Will I? I love my tongue though. Well, the ladies do.” He gave another cheeky grin. Throwing in a wink to boot. Just to piss him off even more. He seemed pretty ******* great at pissing Micah off already. Micah was so forceful. Maybe Velveteen liked those qualities in a man. Forceful. Godric could be forceful too. He was pretty sure she would enjoy it too. “If I don’t learn the lesson, then what?” Was his innocent response.

<Micah> He gave the dagger a twist before jerking it out of the man’s shoulder. Blood dripped from the sharpened edge and ran down his hand. **** if that didn’t feel good. Micah’d found the perfect target to take his anger out on. Maybe if the dumb **** had just kept his mouth shut he would have been able to walk away unscathed. However, that wasn’t even going to be a possibility now. Vel had drawn this one’s attention and he needed to learn that the one thing you didn’t do was turn your attention to her.

He gave a cold and rather sadistic smile at the last question Godric had asked. Micah’s grip on the blade tightened and his fingers wrapped around the other male’s throat increased the pressure. “If you don’t learn the lesson, then I’ll ******* kill you.” There was no threat in his words, merely a promise.

<Godric> The dagger was twisted within the flesh of his skin and Godric merely smiled in return. It was what he did, he took pain well. He had to. It had been his profession to deal pain, and death and in return he had been in the firing line. He knew what pain was and relished in the adrenaline it gave. This stance with the twat in front of him didn't do much, but it made me laugh. Then within a second the pain was gone and the blade had slipped from its hiding place within his flesh, he merely grinned.

“You sound quite jealous. Jealous that if she laid eyes upon me she would instantly like me more than you. Is this what this is?" His words would strike a cord. They always did, but who cared Godric was having fun just as the pressure was increased around his throat. Godric didn't do anything in retaliation, the only thing he did was smile sadistically at Micah.

<Micah> And just like that the anger was gone and replaced with genuine amusement. He couldn’t help it - he started laughing. “Yeah right. Jealous? I don’t think so. See, I’m confident in my relationship. There isn’t another man out there that my wife would look at romantically. That includes you moron. So go on. Think you have a shot. Not only will she shut your sorry *** down but she’ll tell you exactly how little you mean to her. You aren’t ****. You have zero chances with her so I’ll tolerate this little crush you have on her.”

Micah released Godric’s throat only to seize him by the collar, proceeding to drag him towards the gate of the Eyrie. “But I’m gonna give you a warning about what you’ll have in store for you if you even think of laying a finger on my wife.” He fired off two shots in rapid succession, aiming for the other male’s kneecaps. The killer didn’t bother to check if they landed - if they did awesome, it was just more pain the other would feel. But Micah wasn’t done yet.

When they were close enough Micah picked Godric up and threw him as hard as he could over the gate. Godric didn’t know what awaited him when he landed, but Micah did, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. “Enjoy the explosion. And say hello to the welcoming committee. Nice talkin to ya dickwad.” And with that Micah turned and left, whistling as he headed for the sewers. It was shaping up to be a decent night.

<Godric> Micah's lips moved and all Godric heard was 'blah blah blah' how quaint. The man had an ego. He was terrible for it, but now he was clashing with his sire's sire's husband. Who he has been told was a possessive ******** all he saw from this man was an oozing of jealousy, the idea of someone getting close to his wife was pissing him off he could tell. Otherwise he wouldn't be spouting off giving the necromancer all this lip about how much she won't want him.

Next thing he knew he was released from the throat vice grip and was grabbed by the scruff of his collar and hoisted up into the air like he was nothing but a puppet. The man kicked his legs pathetically but nothing happened he saw it coming before it happened. The man raised his gun and fired off rounds, all of which got him. Straight in the knees. Godric screamed. It was the only thing he could do. The man didn't cry, he just pulled his lip inside his mouth and chewed trying to distract himself from the pain in his knees.

That wasn't enough for the crazy ********, far from it. A second later he was chucked over the gate of the large tree and fell straight into traps. Proximity mines burned his whole body. Melting against his skin, the man screamed again. Everytime he moved he was attacked by something else. Another trap, blood pooled around him as he choked on his own blood - that and toxic gas, that was when he noticed a large creature looming over him. It growled and grabbed him. He kicked. Fishing for his gun as he heard Micah's words. "**** off you ******* crazy ********" sparing the killer a glance as he walked away. Leaving Godric squaring off with a summoned Fadebeast.