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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jan 26, 2008 15:14:36 GMT 8
And once again she was awakened in her own company. A petite form of a Jesterette stirring within a black mist in the middle of the abandoned church. A silent snarl ensued as the Shadows depart, bringing with them much of the grey atmosphere and along with it, the revered coldness. Bah! Shadows! She sneers, placing a finger on her pursed lips while her other hand resides upon curvaceous hip. She needs no protection from the World or its vile creatures! Nay! Tis the World and the infidels who will be in need of protection from the likes of her.
A cackle resounded, a loud malicious laughter that echoed between intricate tresses of her dark mind. Only in her mind. She moves to twirl before the mounds of ashes from burnt holy books, an unheard tune reverberated from between twin tiers. "What do we do, precious? What should we do when darkness is upon us?" She whispers to none but her mind. "We are far away from home, precious. Aye, we are. We are. Yet.. yet we are alone." A continuance of whispers was granted before brilliant orbs rolled, travelling the perpetual darkness shrouding the walls. "Not quiet alone.. but soon that would be changed".
The whisper resonated once again before a bout of girlish giggle erupted. She hopped to her left, and then to her right and then finally leaping up into the air before landing into a crouch upon a broken dais. "Oh, what! Oh, what shall we do, precious?" She gurgles, stretching slender arms as she arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
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Post by chaotique on Jan 26, 2008 16:49:12 GMT 8
Out side the church, with in the town that was left in ruins thanks to the Muse as her little pets, Chaotique decided to feed his ruby for the first time. Having just received it from Ninette completely his transformation into a full fledged member of the Harlequin family, he could now feel a link with all that held a shard of their own. Slender pale digits lifted from his side and his fingers pressed to the ruby attacked the onyx chain around his neck, the smooth cold texture of the gem against his fingers cause his thin pale lips to curve upward in a slight smirk. It was then that he felt the Gem pulsate, no throb with hungry. If the gem could make a sound it would clearly be groaning out in hunger, it was starving for the souls of those that were still alive with in the ruined town.
That smirk upon his face remained as he pushed forward through the street of corpses just out side of the church, his emerald gaze drifted from side to side. Scanning the area for signs of life, movement, a figure or two with in the shadows. So far all that his emeralds have laid upon is the corpses of those that had already fallen, whose souls had already been reaped by the elder Harlequin. A dark brow arched as the call from the gem grew louder, he would continued to scan the surrounding area. Those two-toned, raven and green, tresses swayed infringed his features as the breeze blew past. With in the air he could smell the death, the destruction, and more importantly he could smell the chaos that all of this brought on.
A sudden rustling with in a alley would cause his head to snap over toward his left, looking toward a small group that huddled with in the shadows no doubt making their way toward the church to seek the safety of those walls and with in prayer. 'Such a waste of faith, in those books, words and symbols' his gaze pulled away from the figures and he would extend his hand slowly, he would then motion out to the woman and the two small children that remain with in the shadows " Come out.. You will be safe, in the church.." His tone soft and a mock kindness was played out with in his words. He waited there as the woman moved out into the street bringing the small ones with her, Christian kept his hand out to her and as she took his hand his outward appearance would change. His face no longer an inviting welcome look, instead it would twist in a malicious manner.
He his left hand snapped forward, as it traveled forward his aura would pull his smog together into a dense form of that of a blade. It completely hardend and then shimmered in the moon light before it found the tender flesh just under the womans chin, the blade sliced through her flesh and deep into her neck cutting through her throat. With a spray of crimson and a sickening gurgle, the woman's hand grasped at he throat as she quickly lost consciousness and collapsed. Keeping his hand holding hers he would then touch the ruby shard, he could feel it pull the spirit, the soul right out of the woman and into it. It was a feeling that he had never experienced before, it was hard to explain. His smirk grew wider as the two children huddled around their mother, one screaming and the other in tears.
It was then he could feel the presence of the one that had had made him this way, his emeralds flared as he released the womans hand. " Ninette.. " He whispered out, his form moving forward to grasp the collar of both of the two small children. He then turned on his heel and he moved back toward the church, a child being dragged by each hand. His head canting to the side as he wondered if Ninette would like one of the little buggers her self, either way he thought it best to continue back with in the walls of the church.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jan 30, 2008 9:37:17 GMT 8
The slender of the Magnifique jesterette rocked back and forth as she sat poised upon the dais, a soft demented tune reverberating from painted lips, beautiful cerulean orbs rolling in their sockets, gaze visiting every crook and corners of the torn temple. Once a while she would glare into the shadows riddled with debris and broken bones, banishing the darkness with her punishing stare, chasing away the lurking demons feasting upon shredded flesh of the innocents. A cackle echoed in the darkness, disembodied and eerie.
Ears perked suddenly as the sound of creaking hinges resounded in the air, interrupting her reverie of cruel thoughts. Swiftly eyes would find the moving shadows, bloodied tongue slithered our to trace along parched lips, adding crimson to the brightly painted tiers. At the feel of the throbbing shard upon the cold skin of her ample breast, her left hand rose to grip the throbbing amber. "Hmm.. what do we have here?" She asked the still air, eyes receding into wicked cat-like slits.
"Aah.." A soft sigh escapes as finally recognition fell into place. " Christian, you have come seeking me?" She continues, straightening her posture as a shapely pillar rose to cross over the other, eyes twinkling with glee. "I see you have brought company with you. How nice!". Her tune was almost accusing, though laughter was apparent in her voice.
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Post by chaotique on Jan 30, 2008 14:16:02 GMT 8
Christian arched his dark brow as he pushed back with in the damaged stone walls of the church once more, those heavy wooden doors falling shut behind him as he continued forward more. His boot clad feet tap lightly upon the marble as he comes up to the bell that he had broke, he looked at the damage it caused when falling from its perch up in the tower all the way down from that hight to crash upon the marble. He now dragged the two young brats through the rubble as he heard Ninette call out to him, he would grin at her words before those thin pale lips of his parted to allow him to call out to her in response." Ninette... My dear, Ninette.. You are late to the party, I have been here for some time... You missed most of the fun, so I thought I would bring you a present.. "
All the while he was speaking the two children were kicking and screaming as he dragged them by the collars of their attire, he stepped through the melted doors and then down the isle. Each step brought him closer and closer to the alter where Ninette had been seated just a moment ago, looking over his shoulder as the tiny hands of the two children reached out trying to grasp at the the rows of benches. His boot clad feet would come to stop just infront of the beautifully malicous Ninette, his hands pulling the small children forward. Lifting them off the the ground by their collars would cause them to choke and squirm with in his grasp as he held them out infront of her " Which one would you like, my dear? "
His emeralds shined brightly as he glanced forward into the eyes of the woman that made him what he is, and he adored her for it. His coat parted slightly to show that there was nothing under, his exposed chest tense as he holds the weight of the two children in the air. Both of them crying and struggling to breath as their tears would fall like waterfalls from their cheeks, one on the right was kicking a bit more trying to put up a struggle. All the while his thin pale lips curved upward in a smirk as he waited for her to choose.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 2, 2008 11:56:18 GMT 8
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