The Great Hall

His face contorted with disgust, "the fuck,."

Cynder was practically chewed up. He was only allowing her to say certain things, just to rile Joa up, To get a more satisfying noise from Cynder, herself.
For now, she whimpered and explained how he spoke to her.

"..s-so loving.. intimate.. like v-velvet....-?

"Alright, I've had enough of this dickhole."

He flipped off the air near where Cynder had told him this monster was, "hey bitch, guess what? I think you're a goddamn son of a bitch who can only count to ten if ya wearing sandals!"

Joachim couldn't claim to be smart, but if there was a skill he had in spades, it was provocation. ""Come on out so I can put a colla on ya and make ya my bitch!"

(( Joa has the best insults. Okay. I just. ))


Cynder felt herself tense as Pitch straightened to his full height behind her, his golden eyes narrowed.

"Foolish boy," He spat, "You can hardly win a fight with something you cannot see...."



Cynder grimaced.
".... you... still can't see him , can you?

He decides to try a con to try and trick the guy int making a careless move if he did exist, "Yeah I see him alright... he looks like what happened when I put a cue tip in the microwave!"

(( What happens to a cue tip when it's put in the microwave...? ))


"Immature..."
Pitch rolled his eyes, clearly, for Cynder, becoming agitated.
He let go of the girl and stepped to stand beside her, looking to his nails carelessly.
"... Oh I should just haunt you now... it would be entertaining..."



Cynder remained uneasy.
"Joa, I don't... think that's a very.. good idea..."

OOC -makes mental note o buy cue tips tomorrow-

IC

"Well guess what bitch boy? If you want her, ya gotta go through me, if ya ever want to nut up and face me, I'll be waiting..."

(( well? The outcome? ))


It was clear that Pitch's patience had ended. Cynder shrunk away from the dark spirit as he sneered, stepping literally on top of the table to get to where Joa was.
In his movement, he tipped over several cups of pumpkin juice, but simply avoided the spill, moving to stand just next to the boy.

".... Hmph... please... You still cannot see me..."

OOC didn't get to try

IC

IC

Joachim followed the slip, nodding the direction where Cynder said he was to where he would be after that his provocing

"I can see your ugly mug now..."

The man gave a look of disbelief, a snarl rolling on to his lips.

He paced to the other side of Joa.

"Oh really?"



Cynder seemed to realize Joa's catch, though. She didn't think he could actually see Pitch. But in making it seem like he could--
Cunning certainly was one of the best ways to rile up the Nightmare King.

"Guess you won't mind if I do this then!" He pick up a goblet and swung it around to make liquid spill in all directions.

Pitch was, unlucky for him, in the way of most of the liquid.

His entire front half, mostly his torso and neck, was drenched in the sticky sontents.

At first, he seemed shocked, jaw dropping agape, eyes nearly bugging out in surprise.


Cynder burst into a muffled fit of laughter.
He looked like a drowned cat!






"-Why you--!"

"Gotcha bitch!" He smirked as he aimed a punch for his face.

Street crook: 1
Boogeyman: 0

(( So Joa can or can't see him now? I'm sorry my mind is spacey ))





Pitch was able to recover from the shock of being drenched as soon as he heard Joa's remark, and a look of pure rag, ducking away from the attack.

Instantly, dark material formed in his hands, forming a short cutlass.


Cynder's laughter died away quickly as Pitch cocked his arms to slash the blade at the boy's back.

"Joa- behind you!"

OOC He's starting to believe, but not completely there yet, It's like.. idk fleeting glimpses.

IC

Without another thought, he let Cynder's words become his brain as he dropped to the floor.

(( ah ah. Makes sense ))



Pitch's gilded gaze shot straight to Cynder, a snarl forming on his face as he darted forward now to grab the girl and press the cold blade to her throat.

Instantly, Cynder paled and panicked.

"....-P-Pitch- P-Pitch no..d-dont.."

"Oh that's strikes two and three right there..." He got down on all fours, ready to shift. There was no way he was letting his surrogate sis down.

Pitch's grin was morphing quickly, growing harsh, cruel.

"Oh please,.... you attack now, and she'll be put into a coma. Nightmares forever, how about...?"

"Yeah? Well I think ya bluffin'..."

"Would I bluff? Oh, you're practically inviting me to take her as my little toy...."


The man sniggered, clutching tight to Cynder and holding her to him, blade remaining pressed to her throat.


The girl knew that hint in his tone... that lewd seduction and pressuring drive and desire.

"Really? Well then, I know you won't actually USE IT on her!" He shifted into his chimera form and charged at him. Joachim knew that tone, the tone of a guy who saw a bonny lass as a plaything.

"Try me."



The lunge was met with a puff of black sand as the blade was pressed into the girl's throat.

She gagged, eyes widening.

Pitch vanished, reappearing behind the Chimera.

Cynder was writing on the ground, gagging.

Rule number one of calling a bluff, be sure it's a bluff...

He figured this guy all wrong... and Cynda'...

He shifted back into human form, taking Cynda' into his arm, 'God damn you..." he glared at Pitch.

"I'm afraid I've already been damned, boy.... no use asking again."

The man sniggered.
"I've bedded immortals and planet-bound spirits alike... oh and even this little mortal is quite the treat..... thank you for giving me an excuse to ravage her in her dreams..."


The man gave a grin, eyeing the girl.

"Sweet nightmares.... Cynder, dear,...."


By this point, Cynder had gone limp, peaceful as if in sleep.

"Oh when I get a hold of you... I'll snap ya damn spine..." He picked up Cynda's form and took her to the person he trusted above all else in the world.

Ged.