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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Apr 5, 2011 15:45:52 GMT 8
Ninette: The petite form perched precariously upon the rampart of the old city; obsidian eyes watching carefully at the activities below; just like they did the day before. The hooded figure didn't stir for a long time, making it very hard for anyone to notice her existence atop the crumbling wall. Slowly eyes would move to scan the entire vicinity; from one bustling stall to the other. as if searching for something or someone familiar. A quiet heave of air ensued as mind begins to wander; bringing her reverie back to the incident of the previous week. A slender arm moved to bring digits to touch the barely visible bruises on her other arm; remembering the scuffle she was in with the young human girl. Not quite human; her mind would chide as a humorless smile would form on her painted lips. The grey, worn cloak would flap in the wake of a restless wind; the hood falling unceremoniously from her mane of jet black hair tied into a loose ponytail. The tear shaped tattoo on her left cheek would sparkle faintly.
Mouse: Many people say many things, but there is little to be said for the truth of circumstance. Circumstance is that which bound her to all of her companions and enemies alike ; by this virtue and vestige of the old ways, Mouse had become a cumbersome entity to any who'd dare to keep company with the seemingly frail, fey, human. Maybe a week had passed, maybe longer since that last inconvienient scuffle between the two females. Where as she'd once been the damsel in distress, she now served her own purposes in hastened methodicism. In the darkest of the eve, during those few magical hours, one could remain dormant while another persued her prey. Yes, Mouse is on the hunt.. a subjective shift, a transient movement and she flows down the cobblestone walkway seperating the mass of buildings. Structures looming overhead dot and supplement the ancient designs, implimented once by the romans and soon after by following italian hierarchies. They lived in the time of the Borgias, and what a sinister crime family they had become. Where as her previous hostess traveled the upper levels of ramparts and columns, Mouse stuck to the ground. Donned in the typical ensemble that fit her personality, greens dance about the lithe form. Draped in a haphazarduous fashion about her body, the dress merely accentuates the lack of anything obscuring, otherwise. No shoes, no ribbons or pretty little trinkets to attract attention to a shine or glimmer.. no, she simply posed as one of the vagabonds, moving through the night but keeping a close watch. Would she be noticed? How could she not be and yet, the real question was whether her prey, had learned that Mouse was spying and stalking her. Weapons fail to be present in her possession, but she was as always, liable to do things absurd in the longrun. Brown hues captivate the attention of potential suitors -- of the male variety -- and still, she subjects them to the same audacious silence she would any stranger. Moving with the wind, her frame slips between groups and the ocassional gathering of pedestrians on her journey further into the decrepid city.
Ninette: Perfectly formed nostrils would flare as once again the renegade wind rose to caress her upturned visage; obsidian eyes widening for a moment as dark mind immediately registered the unmistakable scent of her young nemesis amongst the putrid auras of vagabonds and commoners. The shadow of a smile would return to haunt painted lips as she kept her eyes to the blue black dome high above her mortal vessel. A hand rose then to pull the cowl up and over her immaculate visage; hiding, though she knew it was futile, from being recognized. A resigned heave of breath soon follows as she unfolds her crouching form to stand at full height; the cloak would flap yet again though gently as if echoing the anticipation of an unwelcomed company.
Mouse: So unlike her compatriot, Mouse did not manipulate the circumstance in her favor, or even give away that she -- herself -- was spotted. Of course Mouse had been spotted, but the question was whether Mouse had given any inclination that she knew she was known. Why else would she be there than to taunt and horrify her would-be predator? Shifting with the crowds, she slowly delves into the pantheon.. oh yes, the pantheon in all of its glory. The massive dome spreading out nearly one-hundred and ten feet in diameter, soon became her comfort zone. The safety lost to that single, twenty-seven foot diameter hole in the apex of the dome. The occulus as the romans once called it, was perfect for the moonlight to set it's awing gaze within, contrasting warm candle light. She'd be at the center of a group, paying homage to their gods.. one in specific being the goddess, Athena.. yes, the goddess of war, and how Mouse simply crouched with them. Where as her target wore the cloaks, Mouse was content to stand out in that green.. a harsh difference from the pinks and reds adorning her fellow 'human brethren'.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Apr 5, 2011 15:46:29 GMT 8
Ninette: Catching the girl's purposeful, yet graceful gait; obsidian eyes would reduce to cat-like slits, moving slowly along the jagged edge of the ruined ramparts, following quietly until the green clad nemesis disappeared into the Pantheon. Ninette, though a demon of sorts, occupied a mortal form, which will suffer extensive damage should she decide to jump off of her precarious perch. Hence, she opted to use the normal means of human travel, leaping soundlessly onto the debris riddled floor. Swiftly she made her way down a narrow staircase; pulling the cloak tighter around her form until she finds herself amongst the living populace. She made her way silently, just as her nemesis before her, into the arena, though choosing to hide behind a huge column just a few feet away from the gathering; black iris shimmering with unreadable intent.
Mouse: Now was the time to play the next phase of their games.. the one where Mouse leaps up from the praying crowd and points directly in the direction, opposite of Ninette. "DEMON! DEMON!" On cue, the entire crowd turns in that direction. With a simple throw, a quick placed motion.. the shadow of Ninette catches their eyes, causing the masses to literally scream in terror and begin the fleeing. Her form moves amongst them, drifting quietly through the multiple openings of the pantheon's outer-ring of hallways. This was the trickery where she disappeared from sight, her laughter the key to her location. A giggle of sorts pursuing after Ninette with many words to encumber her. "Silly demon, always hunting the easy prey. Oh where, oh where, did the little Mousey go." Was that a sinister whistle extending from her parted lips? She moved quiet but ensured her voice boomed across the empty pantheon.
Ninette: "Demon! Demon!" The words echoed all around her, as chaos ensued from the heart of the gathering; feet shuffling in panic rhythm as bodies shoved against another in their attempt to escape the scene. Ninette would keep to her column though the fact that she was already seen by the frightened crowd was apparent in their screams of terror. Of course the worn cloak and cowl did nothing to ease their fright. The jesterette would heave another bout of cold air; allowing the mass to disperse, listening to the echoes of the taunting laughter of her nemesis. She slithers out of her shadowed refuge; eyes scanning the columns lining the circular chamber; catching glimpse of the lithe form as she moves from one to the other. "I grow tired of this game.." Came a disembodied reply to the echoing laughter; catching the ears of the girl even as she escapes from the Jesterette's gaze. "Stop.."
Mouse: Nothing to lose, something to prove... she had plenty to prove but her options were limited in the Pantheon. Many common rules normally dictated that Mouse should just run and hide somewhere far, far away... she doesn't relent. Her tones spill as a soft echo upon the circling walls ; bouncing and changing direction with the sound-wave translation. "You're stubborn, Ninette." She kept on the move, drifting behind the columns, purposefully making every step count in her stealthy encroachment. Her scent wasn't hidden, and as such she'd be detected sooner than later. Moving at a comfortable pace, she bounded towards another column. Her frame easily relaxed against the stonework ascending high over head. She had time to think and took it to gaze up at the golden orbs inset within the masonry. "Ninette, you can't keep hunting humans.."
Ninette: Obsidian eyes narrowed to mere slits as she scanned the shadows surrounding each column; a humorless smile spreading along pale, painted lips. A slender, marble like hand would rise to pull the cowl away from her midnight hair which fell absently onto her thin shoulders. Nose would twitch as the scent assailed her dainty nostrils; bringing the smile into a grin. "I do not hunt mere humans, dearling." She would answer, stepping onto the flickering light, casting an eerie shadow of her petite form onto the wall behind her. The worn, grey cloak soon find iteself crumpled at the Jesterette's feet, her blood red and cream colored attire gleaming provocativel in the dancing light. "I only hunt those whose soul are tainted with unrepentable sins.. they make delicious apperitif to my palette." She would chuckle, the sound carrying eeriely across the hollowed centre; as the tear-shaped tattoo on her cheek glowing with malicious intent. "Come out and play, little girl". She issued a soft chuckle. Mouse: "Little?!" Her voice struck out viciously, with the thorns of tempestuous aggression driving them. "Your words are very mean, Ninette!" That time, Mouse simply stepped and drifted akin a wraith. Her form might've floated if not for the reality of gravity that she could no more harness, than the passion of Ninette herself. Steps were soft, and her bare-naked heels left little sound to splay across the Pantheon walls. She kept to the shadows, moving from column to column.. distance between them was shortening, but Mouse would have to leave the comfort of the shadows soon. She tread lightly, escaping her comfort zone to move forth toward Ninette from behind. No weapons donned the beauty, and for that sake, she was in some way helpless. She couldn't throw her voice, not at the distance of five feet... five feet becoming four feet, and four becoming three. The silence bode well in her favor, but made the dangerous traversement all the more insane. She could be scented and caught, but her scent was everywhere now.. the Pantheon became that which reaped her smell to be as impossible to pin-point, as her voice itself had of before.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Apr 5, 2011 15:47:00 GMT 8
Ninette: The echoes of the girl irate voice grew shorter and clearer. The succubus within shrieked a delightful laughter as senses becoming sharper by the second. The hair upon the back of her head bristled; a tingle of dark pleasure creeping down her spine, issuing an involuntary shiver on the human form she now occupy. Eyes receded to hide the obsidian gaze, as ears pricked to follow the silent footsteps of her human nemesis. Swiftly she would turn, just as the entity approaches her from behind, a quiet snarl forming on perfectly shaped lips as eyes becoming wide with sheer excitement. Talon-like nails elongated on her hands that laid dormant on her side. She sniffed the air; before pink tongue would slip out to caress painted tiers. "Hmm... do I taste fear in the air, girl?" She would tease.
Mouse: Her cheek turned naturally with the result of being spotted. Where as she might've been tempted to reach out and strike fervantly, Mouse reached out in a different manner. Her fingers spread as the soft, fleshy digits met with Ninette's ultra sharp-nailed fingers. She'd rather not look her nemesis in the eye and that showed in the meaning of staring away. Fingers lent time as they lifted and guided Ninettes to her cheek to rest. "It's depressing.. this wonderful touch." She nuzzled against the toned skin, smiling a moment before releasing that palm from her gentle grip. "I'm going to have to hurt you now, Ninette.." Her form moved fluidly, stepping forward to close the distance where gaze could stare into gaze.. browns peering into the darkened depths of obsidian. "Please do not resist, or this will be far harsher for you."
Ninette: The sudden change in demeanor brought a quirk to her shapely brow; eyes receding once more in suspicion. The gentle touch of her hand upon her cold one did nothing to her stance, however, merely a sharp intake of cold breath ensued, more from habit than need, as she felt the warmth of her cold cheek. She took a step back just as the girl step forth to stare dangerously close into her white-less orbs; head canting to one side in absurd disbelief for the suicidal move the girl chosed. The warning received by her ever sensitive hearing causing her soft hiss to escape. A claw-like hand rose to touch the cleavage of her dress, pressing against the throbbing shard, held fast against her death pale, almost bluish, mounds. "Give it your best shot". Her melodious voice turned into a raspy tune, as she awaits for the first blow.
Mouse: She moved forward, still not with the intent to strike. Her fingers rise higher, meaning to meet the palm with Ninette's cheek to grant a light caress before what her best shot would be. "Perfect.." She smiled genuinely, provoking her nemesis with the gentle words. Her fingers left the cheek, cold as it was. Toes curled as the tension across very muscle snap into reflex, causing her form to face away from Ninette. "I'll miss these moments." Both palms lift and come together, meeting eachother before Mouse. Was she praying to some heavenly entity? Silence was the benefit of this reasoning and the golden pertinence of what was soon to follow. She didn't close the distance further but brought her palms down, holding them parallel to her belly. Words whisper from the parted lips, incoherent and indefinable as Mouse chanted softly. When they ended, her elbows rose high.. each a weapon, as she made her entire body the aggressor. Her upperbody bent backwards, intention to release the palms from their grasp and to extend them outward. The transition of weight comes as Mouse's body follows with the momentum, her heels suddenly airborne as those fingers guided her acrobatic technique to fruition. With the upside-down pendelum movement, her feet came down with the intent to meet Ninette with a leg of her's on either side of her neck.
Ninette would allow the second touch of the girl's palm to her cheek; biting the growl and hiss from escaping her luscious mouth. The Jesterette planted her nimble feet firmly on the ground just as the girl begins to chant; having turned away from facing the Jesterette, expecting an attack in a short time it takes for the girl to finish summoning what ever power it was she was summoning. A smirk crept onto her lips then, feeling a little amused by the show of parlor magic, to her demented mind. A heave of cold air was taken just as the girl's form becomes distorted and elongated in mere seconds it took for her lithe form to curl into a somersault. Ninette's arms would rise to block the incoming appendages, extended claws raking as feet shuffled switly backwards, until she was out of reach. Her movements ceased , dust on the floor rising in a cloud around her now stationed feet, the left planted a foot away behind the right in a ready stance. Claw-like digits extracting themselves as she surveys the damage, if any, to the girl. "Must be go through this, little girl? Surrender your soul and you shall live happily than ever with your new soulless self". She offered softly, the humorless smile occupying her lips once more.
Mouse: This play, this perfect scenerio layed out in the strings of a symphony to the ode of combat, simply established itself delightfully. She was a breath of fresh air for her aged, ancient, or even archaic counter-part. Her partner in crime lashed out and retracted all the same, as Mouse met the hardest bone of her shin to an outstretching wrist. Momentum carried but the injuries suffered were worse than those given. In her flowing drift, she delivered her body to continue falling.. it was a display to the prominence of where one could move more with the dimensions of harnessed flexibility. She sprawled, forcing all of her limbs to extend outward and downward... the catch resolved her landing upon all four previously mentioned ; fingers demonstrate strength in equality to toes in their ability to hold her entierity inches above the floor. Rampant red river, runs the length of her left calve. The slices across her hips and even those bare soles, were adequate to prove Ninette had gained an ounce while Mouse gained less. Toes push hard as her body backs up, forcing knees to meet the floor. The retraction acts as a spring, allowing her to generate forward momentum when she leaps forward. Her left leg shoves just that bit harder, giving her the ability to spin, or more importantly, barrell roll towards Ninette. The left hand was her weapon, as those out-stretched fingers intended to strike with pin-point accuracy against Ninette's svelt belly.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Apr 5, 2011 15:47:37 GMT 8
Ninette: The smell of the girl's blood permeated the cold, stall air, assaulting her nostrils with its sweet, metallic taste. Tongue extended itself to swipe across moist, painted lips as a murr resounded deep in her slender throat though eyes continued their wary watch over the injured nemesis, taking into account each swift moment as they never stop, contorting muscles changing the shape of the girl. and then suddenly she was flying once more; a swifter move than before, rushing forth with a deadlier intent. There were no more space big enough for an escape maneuver for the Jesterette, she found out a little too late, having a wall pressing hard into her ample backside. A gasp ensued as she felt the sharp stab to her midriff as her petite form leapt into the air, like a trapeze performing a swan dive into the netting below, though there was only cold marble awaiting Ninette's roll onto herself. Unfolding her form into a back flip afterward, a slender arm came down to press cold palm against the affected area of her abdomen; caressing gently at the now bluish skin where the girl's fingers had found purchase, as if petting a frightened pet. "That was good.. " She offered, snickering mockingly at the girl. There was a trickle of blood on her finger, having landed on a small pool of the girl's blood upon the marble floor on which the latter landed before the last attack. Ninette brought the finger to her lips, pink appendage slipping out to lick. "Hmm.. very good". She whispers, a moment it took before she leapt from her station, demon lent agility and swiftness making it impossible for the human eyes to register; claw-like digits forming rakes as she lands barely a yard away from her nemesis's back with arms crossed at breast level. "You should really stop trying to kill me.."
Mouse: Where the strike landed, there'd be the incessant creation of muscle spasms. Granted, her foe might not have had the same makeup in physicality, but Mouse could've gotten it right this time. No matter, the damaged that would've been sustained was a temporary thing, meant to induce short-term sensory loss. Over time, if Mouse struck enough points where the nerve bundles flourished, she could theoretically make Ninette numb entirely. This was of course, all on the idea that she had the same nerve conditions.. tsk tsk, Mouse was wrong. From the point of understanding things to the point of having to fight, Mouse remained in her landed poise -- crouched -- gazing forward. She could've brought back a witty retort, but her bodies' actions were the equivalent of. The tempest of emotions flaring mutate her otherwise calmed nature. It turns the soft, passionate cordiality of her mentality into a violent and explosive place. She stood, the smile wasn't there but the cackle expelling from parted lips, belied the personality. At first her torrential aggression of internal, emotional combat seemed to be very unnoticable. The crack in her expression, the vicious twinkle behind brown hues.. words come in a gaggle of cacophonous deviance. "We're not in Kansas anymore, Totto." Giggling expresses the anxiety lost, the dimensions of calm destroyed.. Mouse wasn't Mouse but the semblance to an older, more evolved obscenity. Something beneath permeates as it drives forth its literal essence to pull the youth Ninette now stood behind, into a fervor. Cranial tilt lends her brown strands to dance down the left side of her cheek. Fingers work in flexing matches, adjusting and cracking with the release of socket pressure. Hips sway as the melancholy damsel known as Sabine, becomes what Mouse always wasn't.. the beast unchained, uncaged. Her body undulates to the rhythm of an unsung symphony, giving her sensuality where she might've otherwise been stony. The subtle changes in sways only distract from her turning and stepping with her right heel. Her left guides, subjecting Mouse to lean forward.. as if she's about to topple over. Snaking limbs direct Mouse, granting Mouse alieviation from hitting the floor soundly. Rather her upperbody glides across it's surface, in a low arch of her upperback. Belly meets the stone while shoulders begin to rise, the yard covered in this dexterous
Ninette: A few steps were taken backwards, slender arms finding themselves resting on her sides as she slowly retreated from the ensuing danger in the form of her human nemesis. Eyelashes fluttered to expose beautiful yet eerie fathomless eyes as they took in the changing form of the girl before her. A bell resounded in her dark mind, warning her to flee, for the entity before her was now turning fast into another being from the Darkness of the Abyss, or so she suspected. Ninette was a succubus favored by the Devil himself, which lend her the powers to poison the mind and extract souls of the damned populace, and though agile and nimble on her feet, she has lost her wings and therefore could not fly away from harm. A hiss resonated from her lips as the entity slithered across the marble floor towards her shuffling feet. Moments it would take for the being to strike with its palms to Ninette's knees, Ninette would leap away, taking the brunt of her nemesis forceful palm on her feet, causing a resounding smack to emit. If she felt the pain, she hid it well, though naught was felt at all but a numb sensation. She looked down at the entity, pondering on issuing a deadly kick to its head; the beauty of the creature lost to the Jesterette. Instead, she heaves a few more unneeded breaths, glaring purposefully at the once human form, leering quietly for her to continue with her assault. The air was then thick with the smell of tainted blood.
Mouse: Words release in soft tones. The allure that was Mouse was but overshadowed by the craze that was clearly, Sabine. Tilting head grants those strands to tumble, obscuring her right cheek. "I'm sorry, Mouse isn't here anymore.. if you'd like to leave a message, please speak after the tone." On cue, her voice mocks with a long, inundating beeep. The beast unleashed, had no worries of pain.. not when the exquisite numbness cradling Ninettes knees, were adequate to distort her own weight. Grinning viciously, she allows herself to lay down before her nemesis. "Mn.. so long, I've craved the feel of hard, rock." Giggling in twisted demeanor, her finger nails claw at the stone, bringing forth the tiny markings in that thick material. Was she yawning in the presence of Ninette? She turned and stared a moment towards the columns. Thoughts cross her mind before her left arm pulls the sultry female to a crouching poise. "You know, Ninette.. this is going to be delightfully fun." She didn't exclaim it, but sent it as a wayward warning. Her heels thrust violently, sending Mouse several feet into the air. Twisting and tumbling, her landing would bring the distance between them to less than a yard. Mouse moves sensually, slowly crawling the distance towards her foe. Fingers posed ready as each closing movement, only added to the enigma of what purpose she would rent in this awkward combat style.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Apr 5, 2011 15:48:08 GMT 8
Ninette moved once again as she felt the cold air sizzle from the presence of a dark entity such as her. Soft, nimble feet shuffled a few steps back as dark eyes receded in wary gaze, ears taking in every delusional words that fell from the woman known to her only from their last encounter in the marketplace. The jesterette's eyes would move from the entity to her surrounding, keeping memory of possible escape routes should the situation turned into something that she will be forced to flee from. Before her eyes could register all, they were drawn once again to the seemingly crazed woman; a gasp escaping her lips in a rare show of utter disbelief that overtook composed visage of the magnifique harlequin, as the girl leaped into the air, turning and folding her lithe form only to land a few feet from where Ninette stood. Swiftly the locks began to turn within dark mind, concocting an escape plan as feet proceeded to carry her backwards, away from the approaching creature. "Stop this silly game!" Ninette would demand; brandishing her talon-like nails in a defensive stance.
Mouse was a curious creature in this mental state. She neither relented nor progressed with violent actions.. in many ways, she acted childish, languidly crawling forward. Her frame sustained the injuries and that coppery-tainted red, ran from the cuts. Another back-peddle push springs her muscles into action, allowing for Mouse to leap forward with the audacity of a beast. Her airborne ascent lasts that much longer, as she flows freely forth. The cackle of laughter emits from parted lips, lush in their ripe, red color. Sinister tones spill but not to the semblance of coherency. At the apex, she spins herself in the air forcing her entire body to barrel roll and increase the speed.. equivocal to the beginning of a skater's Olympic display.. at first her arms are elongated and outward, building speed as they pull inward giving her a boost to the spinning motion. Her fingers thrust out with the intent to lay multiple strikes along Ninettes right shoulder, left hip and right knee. Even if she managed one of those strikes, the same numbing sensation would filter through the nerve endings... the only downside was a well made counter, parry or block would render Mouse upon the floor, open to counter-attack.
Ninette: The succubus was shrieking inside the Jesterette mind, demanding her to strike where it will end the crazed girl's life and Ninette would be free to escape this mindless game. But the Jesterette chose to remain where she was; in the middle of a wide corridor with a wall a yard away from her supple rear. The beginning of a smirk crept onto her moist lips as the girl laughed maniacally, pushing her small frame from the floor as if she was a great feline. And just then Ninette would move forth, summoning all the Dark powers she possesses to lend strength and swiftness to her feet. She ran forth towards the incoming human projectile, sliding the last second before the girl's striking arms would reach Ninette's human vessel; her slender form gliding across the dust riddled marble floor underneath her would be assailant. If not for the fear of tainting her beautiful attire, she would have reached up and ripped the girl's heart out with her sharp, inhuman, nails. A sigh escapes as she slid to a stop; body arching swiftly to a crouch. "And now what?' She would chide, dusting her arms as she allowed her gaze to fall on the woman once more, anticipating another attack.
Mouse: The madness was the balance from the soft, gentle nature of Mouse.. but even as time progressed, Sabine couldn't maintain her grasp on that state. She couldn't keep Mouse locked from her own body. In the mean time, the viciousness that spilled from her very essence perpetrated it's potency throughout every muscle, vein and pore. She slid across the floor in a dazed state, unexpecting of Ninette to evade her in such a manner without taking from Mouse more. She giggled and writhed on the stone-tiles, wiggling like a child gone awry with hilarity. Her palms pulled and tugged at her strands, merely adding to the craze.. tousled strands combined with the empty gaze.. empty for the invader of her mind fighting a battle inside with Mouse. Instinctually, the fay femme moved to a crouching poise once more. Her fingers come together as she plays the game of portraying prayer. Words seep from her whispering lips, calling and commanding of something innate.. something old. Growls manifest from the very core of Mouse as her left arm stretches forward. Fingers catch hold of a column base and begin to pull.. How could a mortal human, do anything to the hundreds of tons of weight being held overhead? The very dome groans with the viciousness of her ripping tug. Giggles beget laughter and laughter begets the tenacious, malicious cackling that spews from her lips. "And now, the world crashes down." With a fervent explosion of energy, her adrenaline nearly quadruples, fueling her muscles. The base cracks and begins to distort as all at once, a portion is ripped free from the bottom. She's rising now, faster and faster as time seems to slow down. In a rush of movement and a leap from her position towards the main doors, the column begins to descend on its journey towards the remaining, supporting columns. The first hit would cause a violent explosion of stonework spraying outward when the chain-reaction does begin.
Ninette: The cackle resounded deep in her mind as the very floor she stood upon begins to shudder in the wake of the destruction brought about by a mere human girl. Or was she human at all? Ninette would watch in mocked surprise as the crumbling ceiling begins to fall all around her. The jesterette would issue a quiet whistle as she begins to step forth, side stepping fallen concrete and leaping over fallen bits of the gigantic pillars. "So bad.. so sad.." She would hum under her breath as nimble feet danced amongst the falling ruins, digits have returned into their normal shapes, their monstrous evolution forgotten. An open verandah beckons to her even as it shuddered its final stand. Ninette would leap from a crashing column, barely missing a beat of her silent tune, as she lands soundlessly against the groans and shrieks of the dying establishment. Finally she found her perch on the marble railing, sitting crouched, unafraid of the destruction behind her, like a prowling cat upon a neighbor’s fence. "And then there was none.." She whispered to none as she leaped off just as the verandah shuddered and crumbled onto itself. Ninette would glance behind her, finding the worn cloak in her possession once again. There was chaos before and around her, people running hither and tether in panic as dust clouds choked their mortal lungs. The jesterette glided into the shadows, her senses opened to any threats that may lurk in wait for her approach.
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