[center][h2][color=DarkKhaki]Wolfram[/color] & [color=Magenta]Vera[/color][/h2][/center]
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Vera's jaw slowly sunk as William just sort of dumped a metric ton of information on them. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it hadn't been [i]that[/i]. When his tale finished, she figured he must be joking. Right? But everyone seemed so serious. And so she stood there in shock, for once silenced.

Until William's mother called.

[color=Magenta]"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"[/color] What the hell was this? Some sort of game? Throne of Heroes? It was so ridiculous! She leaned forward, so she could see past Wolf over to Andras. [color=Magenta]"Oh, quite a lot, apparently! Yes, I see you hiding under there! So, are we human today, or still trying to pass as a demon? Ha!"[/color] She threw her head back, laughing further, as she sauntered her way over to William.

Then, as her hands fell down heavily onto William's shoulders, her mirth vanished.

[color=Magenta]"ARE YOU FRIGGIN' CRAZY!?"[/color] She shouted, her grip tightening painfully. [color=Magenta]"Resurrecting the dead!? You're stupid, aren't you? No, not stupid, retarded? Something is clearly wrong with you!"[/color] Her furious, glowering eyes stared deep into his. She pushed him back, though not enough to knock him over or anything. [color=Magenta]"Ugh, fine, so say you pull this off. Who's next? Hm? What are you gonna do when people start asking questions? If they track this little miracle back to you? When the sobbing hoards come to you, begging for the same treatment, what will you tell them?"[/color] 

Her expression had now switched from anger to contempt.

[color=Magenta]"I mean, how about me, William? My poor Uncle, lost to cancer! Wouldn't you help [i]me[/i]?"[/color] And now she threw on an exaggerated face of sorrow, sniffling and eyes glistening with tears? [color=Magenta]"Or that poor woman whose balcony gave out beneath her the other day, or those two kids who got run over by a car because the stop sign had been knocked over a few hours prior, or the man who got shot by robbers? Are they just not important enough, or, perhaps, you really just haven't thought this through."[/color] And, finally, back to anger, though still mixed with that same, venomous contempt. [color=Magenta]"Face it, William, you're trying to play god. Problem is, we have enough of those, and I doubt they'll appreciate what you're trying to do."[/color]

She shook her head in disgust, [color=Magenta]"Bad things happen to 'good' people every day. So I suggest you get used to it,"[/color] she suddenly jabbed him in the chest hard with her finger, [color=Magenta]"go home,"[/color] another painful jab, [color=Magenta]"and stop wasting everyone's time!"[/color] and a final, punctuating jab.

[color=DarkKhaki]"Vera..."[/color] Wolf didn't know what he could say. Honestly... he agreed with her, but he didn't think she was right. She just wasn't wrong, either. Bad things did happen to good people all the time, and how could anyone choose who deserved a second chance? It was impossible. But wasn't one miracle better than none? In an impossible situation, it was only fair that William choose the one closest to home.

[color=Magenta]"Come on, Wol-"[/color] As Vera began to turn toward Wolf, a sudden noise cut her off. [i]FWOOSH![/i] [color=Magenta]"GAH!"[/color] Vera stumbled back, clutching her forehead desperately with both hands. A chunk of ice clattered to the ground, having just bounced violently off of Vera's skull.

[color=DarkKhaki]"Vera!"[/color] Wolf hurried to her side, worrying over her. What had just happened? He had been lost in thought.

But the culprit soon revealed himself...

[center][h2][color=007236]Vernon 2.0[/color][/h2][/center]

Hand still outstretched, Vernon stepped forward, [color=007236]"I have a suggestion of my own, harlot."[/color] He stared at his handiwork with a smirk on his face. [color=007236]"Keep your hands and your words to yourself."[/color] He knew his boyfriend all too well, and so his next act was to lift a finger to William's lips before he could utter a word. [color=007236]"And don't you worry, little William, I'm just defending your honor."[/color]

[color=Magenta]"Ghhg... guh..."[/color] Vera was panting and shuddering with pain. She pulled her hands away to see that they were slick with blood. She lashed out, pushing Wolf away, [color=Magenta]"What the hell!? Why'd you let him do that to me!? Do something!"[/color] Of course he was being blamed, as usual, but he wasn't going to argue with her when she was literally bleeding in front of him. He turned toward Vernon, making sure to place himself between him and Vera.

[color=007236]"Well that's just it, mister Wolf, there's nothing for you to do, I'm already here. Your presence was never really necessary!"[/color] Vernon chuckled. [color=007236]"So why don't you just get her out of here, hm?"[/color]

[color=DarkKhaki]"Apologize..."[/color] Wolf said quietly, his voice shaking.

[color=007236]"What's that? Speak up now! Use your adult voice!"[/color]

[color=DarkKhaki]"Apologize."[/color] Wolf's expression finally hardened, his voice gaining an edge.

[color=007236]"Hm,"[/color] that seemed to satisfy Vernon. However... [color=007236]"Her first."[/color]

[i]Whoosh![/i] In a burst of dark smoke, Wolf gave his answer. Vernon was forced to lean back before a large, black Warhammer tore his jaw off. The weapon instead collided with the ground with a heavy [i]thud.[/i]

[color=007236]"Haha! That's a lot of pissed in a small package!"[/color] Vernon just found the whole thing to be a hoot. [color=007236]"Can you even lift that?! It's fine if you can't, I mean, I didn't want your help anyway, but it's good to know we're turning away the incompetent!"[/color]

Wolf's face just twisted up in a rare display of real anger. Reddish smoke suddenly swirled around him, obscuring his form. The smoke parted as suddenly the hammer flew like it had wings, arcing up, once more forcing Vernon to lean away, this time practically bending over backwards to avoid it.

The smoke cleared to reveal Wolf now clad in spiked armor, [color=DarkKhaki]"You're gonna regret that."[/color] he warned, voice distorted and deepened behind the helmet. Vernon could only look up at the hammer now held aloft above him, ready to crash down. And so it did, forcing himself to throw himself aside and roll to a knee. This time the hammer made the ground crumble to dust on impact. Yep, dodging had certainly been the prudent course of action there.

But he had an idea to nullify that pesky hammer.

He let out an inhuman shriek, and the chill night air suddenly turned downright frigid. As Wolf went to heft his hammer once more, it didn't budge. He tried to reposition himself to get a better grip, but his feet wouldn't move either. He looked down to see that both himself and his hammer were frozen to the ground.

[color=007236]"I do love a stationary target!"[/color] Vernon unleashed a veritable barrage of ice. A sudden hailstorm to pummel Wolf. Wolf could only lift one arm to cover his face and otherwise just take the entire attack. The drop in temperature he'd caused only allowed Vernon to fire even faster than normal, but after a few seconds he figured maybe Wolf had had enough.

Wolf's arm dropped limp to his side and his whole body slumped over, head hung low. His armor had grown more spikes in response, but the person inside seemed to have been worn down.

[i]CRACK![/i] With a sudden jerk, the hammer was torn clean from the ground.

[color=007236]"Eh?"[/color] Vernon raised an eyebrow in surprise. Shouldn't Wolf be [i]weaker[/i] now? 

The hammer was lifted as if it weighed no more than a feather, and then brought back down with thunderous force on the ice below. A plume of dust shot skyward, and moments later Wolf burst forth from it, the pommel of the hammer careening into Vernon's stomach. 

Vernon's mouth went wide in a silent exclamation of pain, all the air having already fled his lungs. He doubled over, sinking down to one knee as Wolf hefted the hammer threateningly.

[color=DarkKhaki]"Now...[/color] [color=DarkRed][i][b]APOLOGIZE.[/b][/i]"[/color] The command came from beneath the helmet as a monstrous growl. The air around the armor was distorted by a red shimmer.

Vernon finally was able to suck in a breath of air and only let out a chuckle. He looked up at Wolf, [color=007236]"Ha... hahaha..."[/color] He loosed an amused sigh and met Wolf's eyes, or at least the slots in the helmet they lay behind. A smirk once more graced his face. [color=007236]"Her first."[/color] Wolf just immediately wound the hammer back and Vernon stared at the weapon that was poised to splatter his head across the ground. This one might tickle.