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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Apr 9, 2011 17:28:37 GMT 8
Ninette revisited the room from the night before; perfectly form nose sniffing the aromatic air of the quaint quarters as she enters as silent as the shadows hugging every crook and corners. Dusk has proceeded into night. "Come out, come out wherever you are". She would issue, soft yet raspy voice filling the seemingly empty space.
De Jouet: *Slowly the young man peered out from his bed sheets, filled with both dread and anticipation* I-is that you? *he asked, his hazel eyes glowing with an almost golden light in the darkness* The Harlequin?
Ninette: The petite form would slip onto a chair across from where he lay hidden under a mound of cloth. “Tis I.. as you wished for me to be”. Resumes the quiet tone; obsidian eyes glistening with unabashed malice. "Now.. Why don't you tell me.. What is it that you require of me, my pet?"
De Jouet: *The young man swallowed his fear, his Adam's Apple bobbing visibly for a brief second before he looked into her gaze, seeming to be devoid of spirit or pupil, and he couldn't tell which scared him more.* Y-you...you said you wanted a play thing one day, yes? You said you wanted a litlte Doll, a Toy, a Harlequin's Harlequin, didn't you?
Ninette: A slender hand rose to tap digit upon painted lips as she regarded the young man; a smile taking perch on the full tiers. "Indeed. I have a desire to create a toy of my own.." She continues; crossing a leg over the other. “Now.. would you be a good candidate, dearling?”
De Jouet: *sits upright now, slowly lowering the sheets away from himself as he knows they'd protect him from naught but a draught anyways* I would do my best to be your best little toy, M'am. I'm obedient but fiesty, eager to please, respectful of the ties of the Family that you mentioned you have, and can *smiles wickedly for a moment, his eyes flashing with malice* make such interesting uses out of the bodies of people
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Apr 9, 2011 17:29:16 GMT 8
Ninette: As silent as she was swift; she was sitting beside him; a talon-like digit trailing along his shoulder to halt just under his jugular vein. “Do you really?” She replied; a snicker apparent bubbling in her throat. "But I must share a secret before we go further, my dearling..” She was then leaning close to him; brushing lips against his ear. “ I do not play fair.. so pain will be in order”.
De Jouet: *Blushes just a touch* i-in the transition? Or as your Toy? *looks at you and bites on his lip* I suppose abuse is abuse in any form. This'll just be a new form for me *he said, looking into those deep pools of black, getting lost in them, forgotten in them, forgetting even himself within them before he reasserted his own presence of mind* What will it be like? Am I to be immortal like you? Or will you destroy me on a whim one day?
Ninette: The digit trailed a while longer; caressing his warm skin with its sharpness, leaving a path of angry welt until it reaches his lips. “One thing is for sure, my dearling.. you will never again suffer the way you will in a few minutes.” She pauses; pressing soft fingertip against his half parted lips. ‘And yes.. you will be an immortal for as long as you are allowed to be. And none will destroy you.. but your maker..”
De Jouet: *nods and looks up into her eyes, exhaling slowly* then I have one more request. A kiss, and nothing more, that if I get no more such things in my new life from you, I've know at least your interests in me were honest by the kiss
Ninette: A blink ensued, almost innocent in its presentation before she replied. "A kiss.." No sooner did the word end, he would find her straddling him; pushing his body back onto the folds of cloth, leaning closer, her cold breath fanning his face as obsidian eyes glistened once more. “Are you ready to die?” She whispers softly.
De Jouet: *he smiled, at peace now, amused a little by her innocence as well.* Kiss me, kill me *he said simply, his hands touching her cold, almost life-less ones, looking up at her* remake me into whatever will please You most
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Apr 9, 2011 17:29:59 GMT 8
Ninette: Needing no further invitation; she leans to press cold, painted lips onto his, kissing him slowly at first but gradually increasing its urgency. Lithe form rubbed against his solid form, envoking pleasure, as sharp talons rake across his shoulders and neck. The smell of blood begins to taint the air around them. Pulling away for a stolen moment, she snarls quietly, showing sharp elongated canines, and then swiftly finding his neck, burying them hard into flesh before pulling away with a bloodied piece. “So now you die..” She whispers, spitting the flesh onto the bed sheet, leaning close to the pain strickened male, letting drops of the virus riddled blood from her mouth to fall onto the gaping wound before she moved to kiss him once more; filling his mouth with the vile blood, forcing him to swallow the poison. In mere seconds, the virus would attack every living cell in his body, burning the trail of death all along his veins, constricting his lungs and squeezing the life off his heart. Ninette would pull away just as the form of the male would convulse violently, his voice lost but a soundless scream that came from agape mouth. A soft sigh ensued as she continued to straddle his form. “Die.. my love.. die so I may present you with a new lease of this wretched life..”
De Jouet: *The young man - if you could call that cold, paling corpse such a thing - grabbed her hand hard, squeezing it with the strength of rigor mortis coupled with the desperation of a conscious mind trapped in a dead husk. His golden eyes grew dimmer and dimmer until they looked like mere spots of candle light viewed from an infinite distance away, and again his body made to scream without air or sound. His head fell back, his jaw open and his mouth agape as his skin grew to be taught upon his frame, creating claw-like nails of his hands and the appearance of a devil's set of teeth in his jaws.*
Ninette: Words of old begins to whisper all around her as eyelids drooped to almost obscuring her eyes. Wicked chants permeating the air like an eerie fog, sounds not meant for the mortal ears rebounding and circling above the petite form and her victim. A groan was then heard from the shadows, a form not quite human twisting its way out of the dark embrace, slithering and clawing its way towards the dead human male. Through his agape mouth the dark spirit entered, filling the man’s soulless form with its presence, taking over muscles and consciousness. What little left of the human mind was then corrupted, sinister thoughts and unabashed lust filling the gaps of lost memories. “Arise.. my love. Arise and show the world what you have become". She whispers, planting a kiss on the now cold lips.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Apr 9, 2011 17:30:55 GMT 8
De Jouet: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *He finished, the soulless soundless scream being given life and purpose. He inhaled slowly, deeply, his voice a touch deeper, a shade darker, a slight nudge softer. He exhaled again, those dim pin-point pupils growing a shade brighter. The man lowered his head, slowly, looking forward for sometime without blinking as he collected his thoughts, made sense of the threads of anger and lust and rage that kept the mind of the dead and damned from unravelling, though they were such bare small threads right now.* You...killed, me *he began, looking at her, those fathomless orbs flaring up with fire of the brightest intensity* YOU MURDERED ME! *he exclaimed, looking at her with fangs starting to slide - slowly though, for these new muscles took getting used to.
Ninette would pull away slowly, ears perking at the sound of his tormented screams; though the smile would remain on her lips, waiting for his final scream to escape from his cold, dead lips. And then came his torrent of anger filled words. His accusing tone was much to be expected. "I did?" She would tease, un-straddle him slowly to slip off the bed. A hand rose once more after a long while, to brush away a strand of hair that had fallen off of her beautiful crown of raven hair. "And so I did..But you are alive again, my love."
De Jouet: *The demonoid creature stared at her, his fangs sliding back into place in a measured pace, though not nearly as slow as their initial descent. He let out a deep and ponderous sigh, looking over at Her with weary anxiety* A love you say? I have not been a love to anyone in longer than I recall *his voice was deep, sonorous, and enchanting; the smooth sounds of a thousand whispered pleasures and a thousand deep desires, all promising to be fulfilled.* Can you love a toy? And can a toy love you? For that's what you've made of me isn't it? The puppet's puppet as it was....My Mistress....?
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Apr 9, 2011 17:31:23 GMT 8
Ninette: The Jesterette would turn around slowly, hand falling back to its station on her slender side. "You are a toy. You are adored." She whispered mockingly. "What is love, my toy? It is a petty feeling reserved for the mortals of this wretched existence". In a blink she was standing before him, glaring dangerously into his now obsidian gaze, snarling dangerously. "You better know you place, my young toy. Adore me, relish me. Your mistress!. I shall claim your time whenever I wish. You will behave while I am gone. Or there will be pain awaiting you" And then a laughter came, a hand rose to touch his cold cheek, caressing gently before she was gone; a disembodied laugh lingering for a few stolen moments before the cold took over; silence blanketing the new harlette in its embrace.
De Jouet: *The pale cadaver looked down at the slightly shorter and smaller Jesterette before him, aloof with that naive feeling of invulnerability that certainly all those New experienced.* A toy....a Toy....*he looked down into her eyes* Ninette's Toy you mean? Then I would like to be called thus...The Jouet Harlequin...Ninette's Jouet...*He sighed again in thought, a rasping sound starting to form as he did, a reedy and hollow rasping* Do You approve? *he saw no rebuke nor dislike upon her fair powder-white face and looked off in thought again before returning his gaze to her at her angered outburst.* Do You think this little plaything would not honor the one that gave him purpose and took his suffering away? *He almost tsk'd, so full of the feeling of power was he from his rebirth, but he: *curbed his tongue and remembered his manners.* You killed me, its true, and I loathe you for that, Hate and DESPISE YOU! *he roared out suddenly, his mortal emotions exponentially multiplied in his new life, his new bitter self.* But...*he started again, calming himself with great force of will* But you did so because you wanted me to yourself. And even though I was foolish in life, I'm not such a fool then or now as to not be grateful. I will behave, therefore, as long as I can. But we must find ways to soothe this...*he looked at her, touching the hand that she'd lain on his cheek with his own new cold pale grip* swelling fire in me...please...*he asked, looking at her with his head canted slightly, his tone ever so childlike and pleading. But she was no longer present; his eyes falling onto naught but empty space. A sigh soon ensued as the newly resurrected beast falls back against the tainted pillows; laughing mirthlessly to no one.
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