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Jason is in the Bar today. He still had a pair of soft knit shorts stashed in the rocks outside, but no shirt. He doesn't really care, though. He'd just pulled them on without a second thought and trudged into the Bar

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[ruinous_fortune]

One of the things that Jason does not see in front of him is Ruin.

To say Ruin is angry is to say the sun is warm. The only appropriate word is fury.

He grabs the underside of the table separating him from Jason with his right hand and savagely flips it over. If this were still Cubefall, there would an enormous stream of shattering Legos; instead, nearby patrons may want to beware of splinters.

One more step forward, and his left hand comes around in a punch more forceful than any he's ever thrown, crashing into Jason's jaw hard enough to send wolf and chair spilling backwards onto the floor.

"You son of a bitch!" he howls.

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Jason feels him there, but makes no move to stop him, even when he sees the punch hurtling towards his face. He deserves this; he wants this.
So when the punch connects, feeling much like being hit by an angry vamp, he falls back to the floor with a grunt of pain.

His body takes over despite how much he thinks he deserves this, arms raising in defense to ward off any other blows.

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The raised hands leave the midsection open, so Ruin follows up with a kick to the ribs hard enough to roll Jason onto his stomach. He reaches down and grabs a handful of hair, using it to pull Jason off the floor.

"Do you have any idea what you've done, you brainless fuck?!"

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He grunts as the foot connects, but he has no time to react before he gasps in pain as Ruin drags him up by his hair.

His eyes are full of pain and...desperation. As if he wants Ruin to do it.

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And Ruin is happy to oblige, driving a fist into Jason's stomach. He doesn't let go of his grip of hair, denying Jason the ability to double over from the blow.

"I want to hear you say it," he snarls into Jason's face. "I want you to tell me what we both know you did."

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His face is already screwed up in pain from the blow to his stomach, and he grunts loudly as it connects. The grunt morphs into a low cry as his eyes flick up to Ruin's.

He knows. Ruin knows. And he...can't say it. His eyes plead with Ruin's.

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Ruin yanks back on the hair, leaning in to hiss into Jason's ear.

"Say it, Jason, and maybe I'll kill you quicker. Make me beat it out of you and it's going to take a very long time."

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Maybe it's fear of what Ruin can do; maybe it's cowardice.

Whatever the reason, there's a small whimper from him as he quietly moans, "I fucked her."

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Ruin's voice goes deathly calm.

"Oh, no. You fucked Scarlet. You fucked Em. You fucked Dem. You fucked Liz. You... you..." He can't bring himself to say it, so he settles for kicking out the back of Jason's legs, dropping the wolf to his knees.

"She trusted you, and you betrayed that. You used her. You took advantage of the most innocent of us for your own selfish need. She..." He's so angry he can barely form words. "She doesn't even understand what you did! She doesn't have the capacity!"

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Jason's knees hit hard, and he stares pathetically up at Ruin. He can't argue a single word of it, and it hurts to hear it.

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Ruin shoves Jason's head toward the floor in disgust. "You're pathetic, Jason. And the worst part of it all is that she still loves you. She doesn't know how to do anything else. But you. You're so wrapped up in your cocaine and your angst and your 'oh woe, I am nothing without Khemrys here to tell me what a good puppy I am' bullshit that you don't even see it."

He presses a foot down on the back of Jason's neck. "She is gone, Jason. Everyone's accepted that but you. And that lack of anything resembling a brain has dragged Moon into a place she should never have had to go." He puts a little more weight down onto Jason. "And to think I stood up for you. I was so certain that you were better than this. That this was the one path you would outright refuse to take.

"I was wrong." And Moon had suffered for that mistake. "So, since you chose this path, you pay the consequences."

Ruin lifts the foot off Jason's neck and kicks him in the face.

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The pressure on his neck worries him, and he struggles slightly under Ruin's foot. If he doesn't choke to death, Ruin may end up snapping his neck.

The Tarot card's words pierce through his brain like tiny daggers, and he has no defense against them. And oh how they hurt.

He raises up when Ruin's foot leaves his neck, just in time for a viscous kick to the face. Blood explodes from his nose and mouth as he cries out and flails wildly, rolling to his side and cupping his face in pain.

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Ruin frowns, ever so slightly. Even teasing him about Khemrys had failed to garner a reaction of any sort. It was almost like kicking a puppy at this point, but Ruin clamped down on any stirrings of sympathy.

The puppy doesn't usually deserve the kick. The puppy doesn't usually sexually assault your innocent sister. This one did.

He aims another kick into Jason's ribs. "You didn't deserve Khemrys' love, and you sure as fuck don't deserve Moon's!"

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There's a sharp cry as the kick produces a sickening crack, and Jason tries to curl in on himself.

The beating hurts, but not as much as what Ruin says. There's a quiet sob from him as he cries to himself.

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The perverse part of this whole thing is that the more Jason rolls over and takes the beating, the less Ruin wants to oblige. He wants Jason to fight back, to deny it all, to do something other than whimper and cry and get his ass kicked.

He kicks Jason in the stomach again anyway. "Get up, you piece of shit! Where's the fierce werewolf always ready to face any challenge to Khemrys, but eager enough to rut with my sister in the forest like she's some bitch in heat? You don't even have the decency to use a bed, for fuck's sake!"

Another vicious kick. "I said get up!"

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He rolls to his knees, shaking as he tries to get up. He makes it to his knees, still hunched over in pain.

"I didn't...mean it..." he half sob/half pants.