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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:51:38 GMT 8
Quietly she would move as she approached her dark and unusual friend. Though before coming too close, she would make enough noise so as to be noticed, thinking it wise that she did not startle the other, as she knew what she was capable of. "Good evening my friend. It has been quite sometime since the last I saw you."
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:52:08 GMT 8
Being around for more than a millennia did nothing to her extra sensitive senses. Every rustle of leaves, every whisper, every breath taken, even the rhythmic pounding of a living heart, did not escape the Jesterette’s ears. She merely was distracted most of the times. Having nothing but Time to dwell in, making it a slight effort to stay focus on one matter at a time. “Dark eve” Came her raspy answer, keeping obsidian gaze fixed on a tiny trinket laying still in her upturned palm.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:52:32 GMT 8
The young mortal anthro would cant her head to the side as she noticed that the other had something to hold her gaze. Her usual practice was to fix that gaze upon herself, and give her all sort of frightful emotions with the way that she coud play distinctly dark intents across her features. She would move around in front of the Jesterette and look down into her hands, wondering if it was the old crystal she had heard about so long ago when she had first come to know of this family, meeting and somewhat befriending the Jesterette's mother.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:52:57 GMT 8
A perfectly formed eyebrow rise in the wake of the feline’s daring move. Black pupils receded into cat-like slits as they observed the latter moving nonchalantly across her line vision to stand before her; peering as if was the most natural thing to do, into her opened palm. A feral, soft yet menacing, growl emanates from painted lips. Dark instinct prompted the wicked mind yet she chose to remain poised in her stance; the growl turning into a hiss. In her hand lay a tear shaped diamond; pure and crystalline against the pale skin of her palm. “Pretty, isn’t it?” She whispers; eyes peering at the inquisitive visage of the now familiar feline. “Now all I need is a soul to taint it and turn it to ruby red”. The lost growl returned though somewhat in jest rather than malice.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:53:26 GMT 8
So it had seemed that such approach would not be seen as too unpleasant, though as she had learned many times in the past, and still did not completely heed, was that this friend could not have been of a more unpredictable sort, ruled as much by chaos as it was ruled by darkness it seemed. A simple gesture, non-threatening, at least as far as mortal through processes could comprehend, met by first growl, then hiss, of course, the mortal had enough sense at this to feel fear, and to back up slightly, ears swiveling, tail curling around her leg as she shuddered slightly at the sounds, and even more so at the explanation that was given. "I... see..." She managed to squeak out, before requiring some time to gather her wits enough to form the rest of a sentence. "So is this the one that you used in the past? When I met your mother... you had been using some crystal.. which as I recall.. was actually a fragment of a larger gem whose other portions were held by your siblings, and that you had maintained a list of souls which you had acquired into the stone, and whose former selves physical forms had become nothing more than intricate and highly realistic marionettes."
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:53:52 GMT 8
The hiss returned; palm closing swiftly over the diamond as if to protect it from the observant eyes of the feline. Instinctively the fist found itself pressed to her chest; above the luscious valley, above a silent heart; obscuring the Ruby shard within. Obsidian gaze flitted to the furry visage; dark orbs void of white glistening with unknown intent. Ninette’s statuesque stance remained as she perch precariously on the fallen century old tree trunk. “You seemed to know much about our existence” The raspy whisper echoed disembodied to caress accusingly at the feline’s protruding ears. Eyes registering every movement; every fidget, every heaving of chest; like a viper ready to strike at an intended prey “Do you really wish to know?” Came the sweet, raspy tune as a shadow of a smile sail across painted tiers. “Do you really wish to die?”
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:54:33 GMT 8
Her ears would twitch at the sound of the hiss returned, the woman seeming quite protective of the stone. Which leant Ginger to believe that the importance must truely be great for her to feel protective of it in the presence of a mortal who had no chance of lifting it from her even if she had the desire, which she did not. She stepped back slightly, and looked up into her eyes, watching the reaction upon her face and whispering a bit more meekly this time. "I learned much from your mother, though she and yourself are the only two from your family whom I have met.. the others I have not come across in my travels..." She would then almost freeze in place at the woman's question, gulping and speaking a bit more hesitantly. "But... why would I need to die in order to know... and the question alone begs me to believe that it is in itself an answer... for it's warning does tell me the power of the crystal over life... even if it does not mean it is the same one I mentioned previously..."
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:54:58 GMT 8
Her body straightened to a leap, shooting upward into the air, like a tightly wound spring recoiling; to land with a silent thud before the feline’s fragile form; painted visage, emotionless yet beautiful, inches from her fury nose. And it only took fraction of a blink; half a breath. Dark, liquid gaze pierced into the depth of the dilated pupils of her acquaintance; their intent unseen behind the black pools. “Meme.. Mother is too generous. She must have taken a liking to you. I wonder why?” The raspy whisper returns; thick with wicked charm. “And you are lucky indeed for being able to survive these encounters. I would not wish to come across my other siblings, if I were you.” A gurgle of a laughter resounded as in a blur of movements the Jesterette swirled around the rooted form of the furry feign. “As for dying.. have you ever heard the saying.. Curiosity killed the Cat?”
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:55:22 GMT 8
She would let out a shriek, heard for miles around, not that such things would matter in this case, mortal form and mortal powers without the ability to react to something so quick as would come from one such as her. She was frozen solid, as if a statue while beautiful deathly eyes looked past what she could see, her body finding motion only once more in the form of quivering, muscles rippling unable to function with enough coordination to provide locomotion of any sort to her limbs. It was some moments, before she could find the control of motor skills to form words. "I... admit.. I know.. little of your family... but somehow I fear that... my death.. would not be the last thing I experience...but thankfully.. kangaroo rats.. are not members of genus felis or family felidae..."
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:55:42 GMT 8
A disembodied, heartless laughter echoed all around them, a melodious tune in its own wickedness, as the blur movements continued to surround the clearly shaken form. Her futile screams were dulled by the maniacal symphony. It took a full minute for the silence to reclaim their position; only the shivering notes would be heard coming from the furry creature. A chuckle resonates then as Ninette came to a stop; peering playfully into the frightened eyes. “How fortunate for you then, my furry friend.” The raspy tune swiftly returning to its whisper-like qualities. “Knowing the family trade is very dangerous for someone as fragile as yourself”. She continues, a slender digit poking at a furry shoulder. “It’s best not to push your luck, ne?” A weak suggestion; obsidian eyes widening ever slightly.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:56:06 GMT 8
After some moments, the shaking of the small form would begin to subside, and give motion to limbs once more, and for the moment, twas the motion of life, and not of strings held by the darkness that surrounded her, sewn into flesh and bone. She would take another moment after calm to make thoughts less jumbled, and then would speak once more, though squeak would be heard as electricity of touch pushed through her nerves at the poke. "Mm... but I do not know the family trade... circus.. though I suppose that is more metaphor than strict reality.. and as for yourself... hmm...well... to say it is dangerous to know... might imply that I do know.. something at least... perhaps you are not the only one who collects living marionettes..."
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:56:27 GMT 8
Meeting no resistance from the furry creature, the talon-like tip of the slender digit continues to stab; digging deeper, breaking skin. She inhaled sharply; taking in the animalistic scent coming from the small wound, a cruel smile perching unabashed on her painted lips. “Imply? Now you are testing my intelligence, dearling?” Once again the soft, raspy sound invaded those furry ears. “I am merely suggesting that knowledge of the unknown could be fatal for someone like you.” She leaned closer to whisper into a waiting ear. “A mortal being”. And then she was gone, perching statue-like on the very trunk she rested before. “But I do agree with your assessment. The CARNIVALE…” She continued, emphasizing the word, a warning issued in the unconscious mind. “Is all but what it seems. That much I will allow.” Before a blink could ensue, the beautiful form of the lone jesterette disappeared in a blur of movements. “The story of the fabled ruby.. I may allow another time”. The whispers echoed within the small enclave; like the whisper of a passing breeze. And then there was nothing.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:56:59 GMT 8
Slight frown would move over lips of the mortal creature's muzzle at the voice that whispered against her sensitive ears. As if the Jesterette had emotions that would be shared with normal expectations, there was that mortal fear that displeasure she had brought to this friend. Though thoughts of that nature would soon be lost behind a sudden splitting pain of the slender stab, causing her to cry out, though again, the form of the other already moving before she could react to it, though that did not mean that there would be no reaction, a sudden and quick motion to place opposite hand over the wound, holding it as she winced. Though she would pick up on the change in voice of the other, taking note that she should not refer to their outward appearance as circus; lest she might perish earlier than expected. "It was not meant to test your intelligence..." She would defend, so expectedly of mortal creatures to do. "Twas a test of my own... or rather.. a test of my knowledge... since I must figure out what I know or do not know without direct answer, lest I disappear from this plane prematurely...." She would watch as the other figure would disappear, and simply frown a bit, and shake her head, wondering if she had learned anything, or if her naïveté was as deep as it had been when she had begun the evening.
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