Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Aminta Eliades on May 7, 2018 2:08:09 GMT
The first thing she did was slam the rack once Pep, Jae, and Mel were out of earshot. It was an official call to order. The others still eating and slowly petering out sat up and took notice. A smile resting on her face she looked from one to the other as she exited the kitchen. “Alright oi fíloi mou, it is that time again we have a scheduling conflict for the chore wheel and Peter you are up as on-call. So we need you to step-up and be a hero. Is there any reason that you can’t?” It was simple and not she put him on the spot partially to curb his tongue which wrote checks he couldn’t cash even if he was the richest man in the world. And partially as he would have witnesses that she hadn’t been anything but polite. She was sadly often the bad guy these days since her return from Chicago. A lot of the Pride felt she’d been too harsh and still yet others held her accountable for letting it get so far gone. Thankfully for both she felt they were right. She shouldn’t have let it get so far but she was trying to be less harsh than she felt. She was trying nice. It was an error especially with how much the landscape had changed and all that entailed. She learned she comported herself stronger now and this was the backlash of her actions.
For once he didn’t attempt a witty retort nor any tongue wagging. He simply sighed nodded his head no and said. ‘If I gota I gotta wouldn’t be fair to push it off on someone else. Plus we got company and I ain’t getting my ass kicked in front of a pretty one like that.’ The unspoken was especially by a girl meaning her or Pep. Though in truth it was more likely Pep who’d go up side his head as for some strange reason his mouthing off rubbed her the wrongest way.
Nodding she slipped away catching Pretty-Boy as Jae always called Burt. Not caring to help herself she stalked his scent staying downwind as he made his way across the property towards the venatorious. Closing within pouncing range jus as he entered she held herself. Following close on she caught the introduction chuckling as she knew Burt hated the nickname even as it fit. He was a lion a person who was and would always be pretty unless someone did something graphic and tragic. She also found it funny that the most butch hetero-male lion of the Pride was the one who always called him Pretty.
Catching chill as she crossed into the Venatorious she shrugged it off as the natural adrenaline that came from stalking. " I guess I didn’t keep you all too long afterall.“ She called out closing to a conversational distance. She looked up at what had effectively become her and Peps tree its branches a patchwork that if traversed correctly could lead right up into the upper reaches. She smiled thinking of all the full moon hunts they’d come back here and lazed around talking until the sun came up, bellies full and communion with their beasts and Pride painting everything in a warm light. Brnging her view back to the now she caught the slight paleness to Burt and knew it had to do with the still relatie unease of the spirits here. Jaedon had helped hem with what he knew and Burtram was a vertable wonder his gifts helping soothe the spirits here and there were a lot of them. The last major one being a lion from during the days of Marie Leveau. They weren’t completely at peace but they were not angry or as disquieted. For that alone Burt had more than earned his place. “ I’m guessing we’re were talking about spirits huh?”
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on May 20, 2018 21:24:18 GMT
Going still as the grave he regarded her. The change sudden as the blink of an eye yet unmistakable. So quick the turn so quick its disappearance. He smiled nodding silently to some unasked question. “As you wish Alexandras. Enjoy your early evening. Meet me at Christians at midnight we will talk after. It is truly a pleasure to see how much you have grown.”
Turning on his heels he left her in the silence of her thoughts and the wafting sounds of Bourbon filtering through the building. Down through the building through the employees spaces into an unused and normally locked linen closet he was away through the tunnels beneath the city. She would not forgive hi for sparing her until she could forgive her self for needing to be spared. Christian was a hard master and had done much to break her over the years. It was his way to break his things until they could only stand when held aloft by him. More was the pity as Alexandras with the blood of her line could very well have been a master level vampire had she the right hand at her reins.
Calling Chidera who he felt was already stirring " Good evening my dark beauty. Would you be so kind as to have our guest Christian made presentable and delivered to his former establishment by eleven forty-five.”
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Pepper LeForge on May 22, 2018 23:30:16 GMT
Pepper watched them the interaction she reached out to touch her wild child his curls so soft and riotous tonight. she smiled and then winked at nita" yeah we apparently got an extra tonight. We trying to fine out where he belongs at but I think I can guess.. so why don't you share what got you troubled chere I know that look. We can fix it"
Very carefully keeping her gaze on Melissa because that was her guess this entity was here on her account. Wasnt bad or good but every one had ghosts and pasts. J's instincts seemed right from what she could tell this one was dangerous but talented.
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Militis of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Jaedon on May 23, 2018 11:58:29 GMT
Part of Jaedons job was taking the measure of potential enemies. Those that could harm the Pride. He didn’t see this spirit as that but if Pep wanted to help Mel he was in simply because it was what he needed to do. He went down what he knew of eviction. It wasn’t much practical knowledge as he had never had to do so. And with Burtram he would never have to really strengthen his third eye. He grabbed a lean keeping an eye towards the boundary of the Venatorious and listened to what was taking place. He was a little out of his depth, if they got to far into the metaphysical. He could skim along the surface but for the heavy lifting he was glad Pretty-boy was here.
" Guess, we gonna give old mean and bloodthirsty the heave ho?" He knew that the only few active hauntings he’d heard of were from vengeful spirits who felt wronged. It was the less fancy way of saying the spirit had unfinished business.
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Post by Burtram Waters on May 24, 2018 2:24:00 GMT
He had watched them all and once Mel spoke up he went to her and offered his hands, when she took them tentatively he was near bowed with the feelings, girl carried so much guilt and pain that was only just starting to lift and then he knew some of why the spirit was there and he snarled softly taking his hands free whipping round to the spirit of Henry.
His hair bout doubled in size as he pushed his aura outward staring it down, with heavy lion in his voice he spoke" you got what you deserved for what you did an she don't owe you not one little thang. You not welcome here on this land and with these people, Marshal lau so take yo scary ass on somewhere else and leave the living be. "
The visage in front of him angered and pounded at the barrier to which Burtram felt several of the lion spirits came to his back and the air got thick. The marshal was outmatched for sure" not gon tell you again to get on sir, you won't like what I do if you don't"
He had never had any one out here wrangling spirits but they were gonna see what he could do if he was pushed. The spirit sensing he was outnumbered and in trouble faded and could no longer be felt and suddenly the air was light and breathable again" whew he was pig-headed"
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Post by Alexandras Haiht on May 25, 2018 0:25:05 GMT
And there it was she had given offense. She felt it in his stillness in the tenor of his voice and in his quick departure. She’d crossed the rubicon somehow and he would make an example of her before his court. She went to the door locking it after the urge to open wide the French doors and walk through into the early evening sun was strong. But as her thoughts lingered on throwing wide the UV shielded floor length windows she nodding silently to herself. Gates was nothing if not honest he kept his word. Even in the most subtle of things. Not only the letter but the spirit of their intent as well. It was rarity amongst vampirekind or at least what she had seen of it. She moved to the windows looking out her gaze taking in the way nightfell upon the Rue. The way the revelers carousing increased in intensity as the light faded away. In all her years as a vampire she had never been able to watch as the sunset. She had always been dead to the world and yet here she was. Alive, a growing hunger she had not felt in years. She was not ravenous but she was definitively in need.
Her thoughts racing she was so lost in the fact it had been decades at the very east since she felt such a real pervasive hunger with no exertions she almost missed it. The slight rustle the sonorous breathing which sounded like the clarion call of come and get it. Or worse like the piglet call johnson would use when her and the others were to be fed. The pablum like meal and cast off bits slopped in the trough. Little arms and legs moving with all due haste and speed several blows thrown or pushes made. Shaking her head she opened her senses or more specifically turned from her inner eye to take in the room. No it was one of the suites. A series of adjoining bedrooms and common entertaining space. She made her way to the parlor. There trussed as if she were a sleeping beauty from a fairytale lay Christians former human servant. Though Christian had never and would never elevate anyone by fulfilling the metaphysical pact. She was unsure that he could.
Her thoughts of him fading to one singular fact she needed to feed. And Gates had provided. She moved hungrily to Laurie. Whose full name was Laurent Alsace. She was by talent a promising artist when she had been sent away. Though her success was a question fo whether her vices would overtake. They clearly had. Even beneath the make-up she could smell it on her. It was a mental sickness. Drug addiction and she carried all the signs of someone recently in remission from a terminal case of it. There was a cloying sweetness to her skin that all the bathing in the world would never be able to hide. That aside Alexandras moved to her. Torn between rousing her or simply setting upon her the pain be damned.
Her voice sleepily reaching up even as her eyelids never did. ‘Is’sokay sexy Lexi. I axed for you Christi ain’t no bodder us. I always wanted you ya’know. Is why Christi chose me anyways…”
The words ran together slowly but a run all the same. Alexandras nodded her understanding sinking to the chaise cuddling Laurie as she kissed her lips to waken her more. Those grey eyes finally looking n her Alexandras reached through them. She told a story as they met in the middle. Two women who survived Christians hands. The walks through Louis Armstrong; Along the Metraire, through the Cities of the Dead. The conversations had in their shared survival. The growing old mentally and physically…
As her voice melted into silence her teeth sinking home. She knew no not remission. Laurie was done with the world. This was a final wish a chance at a goodbye for chances never had. Alexandras fought to not end her feeding. She fought tears that she had not known were falling. She hated Gates because through it all he somehow always found a way to do what was best for his people. She hated that he had been right in sending her away. She hated because he was right in she had found comfort and had not reached for her potential. She was afraid of what she would become. She hated because if she didn’t she might start crying and never relent because he had offered her mercy and kindness in exiling her and forgiveness in allowing her back.
Rising she carried Laurie to the bed. The urge to craw in with her very strong. She instead rang the concierge. There would be a team sent. While they comported themselves she ran a bath closing herself off in the bathroom to think and try to hold herself together while preparing for tonight.
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Aminta Eliades on May 25, 2018 1:35:41 GMT
She smiled back feeling a double wink would be while funny as all get out too on the nose somehow. Everything about them was out in the open yet there were always questions and quiet murmurings. It made her laugh sometimes and others made her want to punch someone. She didn’t but it’d been tempting enough she had to keep her hands in her pockets on more than one of a few occasions.
" Good thing we have…" Looking to Burt as he beelined to Melissa she like most was simply here for moral support. Burt did all the heavy lifting when it came to the sprits. She like all lycanthropes could feel them in a general sense. But Burt could tell name rank and serial number as well as how to appease or command them. He knew them by name and face which was invisible to her. It could be a scary sight when he really got going. Luckily, he walked with them. She wouldn’t say they were angels but they definitely weren’t evil which left a lot of wiggle room.
As Burt launched into the spirit form the flesh she almost chuckled as Jaedon not being able to do a thing moved alongside him offering back up all the same. So touching so foolish so much making her happy. He didn’t move in front nor queer Burts metaphysical shot he merely flanked moving into a support role. Had to love Chidera’s training and his upbringing. They’d managed to talk some and as a child he had been brought up to believe if one fought everyone who was family fought. It had made him tough able to take as well as dish out beatings that would break most.
As she thought earlier Burt could be scary and it was clear he was successful the air once again felt sweeter. That floral sweetness that got into the skin between the early heat and pervasive ocean scent it was the scent of home. Moving to Pep she hugged her before easing towards Mel. Resting a hand on her shoulder she searched the womans gaze. “You okay? Melissa you look a little green around the edges . I know Burt put on a show but are you sure you are okay?”
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Post by Mel Haze on May 25, 2018 6:28:37 GMT
She watched it all and then shuddered, looking at them both. " do you remember the night that you felt heiro almost die?"
She knew they would remember," a week or so before there were deaths, shifters killed important ones. Then before that while the abstract was in New york handling some things for samuel some one attacked the pride house with an rpg. No one was killed but we caught a lot of injuries and the house was pretty messed up."
She looked at them" im saying all this to say that the man that we saw me and burtram was the person who while alive bombed the house. We killed him in retaliation not realizing at the time who he was. The us marshal known as the iceman."
She knew when aminitas eyes widened and pepper winced that they had had heard of him." yeah that iceman"
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Militis of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Jaedon on May 26, 2018 21:11:03 GMT
He did his best knowing look. He tried to think of anything else to say but the joke wouldn’t let him go. So he blurted it out trying his best to be subtle. “What you’re saying is you iced the iceman? You Chicagoans are some bad mofos. Guess its true what they say it’s the city of monsters. Though I guess its should be badasses instead huh?”
Shrugging he stood away just on the off chance of an errant swing. For some strange reason women liked to hit him. For play and for real. He just chalked it up to his animal magnetism and kept it pushing. Sipping he looked from Burt to the ladies. “As we’re out here and you gotta run soon I guess wanna real look around. Our resident spirit gardener has made some real progress whatever hes doing with the spirits is helping here in the real world. Place is overgrown and wild as we can be sometimes.”
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Pepper LeForge on May 29, 2018 2:55:04 GMT
Pepper heard the name and swallowed hard she wasnt scared of near anything not erick not the madam hell not even gates really but iceman had been a shifter bogeyman of sorts like the executioner and death were.
Them three had a kill count most would dream of so she reached out unthinking and pinched jeadon on the back of his arm something feirce. He had dodged melissa but moved near her.
Giving him a look" that man was cruel and evil and they did us a favor killing him"
She sighed" thats alot to carry chere but he gone now.. come on have a drink we get you feelin good again fo you go"
Pouring her a finger of the rich drink. Giving her glass to burtram, he took it to the hilt and together as suggested they linked them selves loosely to chicago through mel.
Through blood and booze touch and spirit.
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Post by Burtram Waters on Jun 1, 2018 4:36:44 GMT
Burtram took a second glass then a small knife, cutting his palm a bit of his blood in the glass with the booze. Taking mels hand adding her blood then each in turn till all of them blended.
Then passing it around" take a gulp but make sure theres some at the end"
Once they had each had some,he offered the rest to the spirits pouring it on the center of the ground" by blood and good booze, both offerings in faith let those consumed and present be made strong and grow closer in kinship. Lions by beast and spirit family by deed "
It was odd and probably wouldn't have worked any where else but nola was full of magic and intent so as he finished word and pour he could feel each of them and all of their hearts for the breifest of moments sync up.
He smiled" now id ib the future we are ever in a need ir mood to reachnout we can over distances and give impression like that if knowing where a member of your pride is and feeling. It will be brief but bluseful especially proximity will strengthen it"
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Aminta Eliades on Jun 4, 2018 4:13:31 GMT
Listening to Melissa she gasped as her eyes swelled ‘The Iceman’ Deputy Marshal Lau the one who cometh leaving only death in his wake. She swallowed again forcing herself to not extol the monstrous virtues of the man. The highest compliment she could pay to the lions of Chicago was her silence. She had been their she knew what they could get up to. They nearly in the offing had taken most of the Prides in the nation down. Now it made all the sense in the world. They had tangled with an avatar of death itself and lived to tell the tale. She did her best to not smack piss, fire and damnation from Jaedon as he cracked wise. She caught the pinch from Pepper and let that be good enough. These, those, lions had tangled with and survived a Horseman of the Apocalypse.
As Burtram weaved magic into the joining she took Pep’s hand nodding in solidarity. As she took her sip allowing the magic to move over and through her. She lowered her shields enough so that through them Melissa felt the backing of the Pride members who were becoming enlivened due the very palpable magic Burtram weaved. " I hope you all never have to deal with such ominous things as that again and if you do that you know we are here to help."
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Post by Mel Haze on Jun 20, 2018 4:43:37 GMT
She nodded feeling the magic swirl and tug attaching to her. It soothed her anxiousness and as the sun slipped low she smiled and drank a bit more but then kissed each on the cheek lingering with burt as they exchanged numbers. She had to go dress now tho to get ready for her visit to the kiss to gather alex and get going.
So as they walked her back to the car she looked around more" i promise since Imma be here all week Ill come to visit again before I go back "
slipping into the car after waking the napping driver and waving as they took her back to the hotel. she was all but bouncing until the smell of blood hit her nose when she came into the room and the sound of water. She looked around and started yelling for Alex panicked. She went running into the bath almost slipping in the water eyes wide to find the woman perfectly normal looking fed and bathing but the water a bit pink.
"what happened and why does it smell like blood and death?"
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Post by Alexandras Haiht on Jun 20, 2018 5:10:57 GMT
She thought to dress sooner yet the tub held its heat far longer than she’d supposed. She inwardly smirked knowing Gates most assuredly had it built to do such a thing. Nothing so luxurious to their kind save heat. It was why the bond of vampire and lycanthrope was such heady one.
Her mind set in n how she might better herself, her standing within the Kiss, her value to Aeolas and her enjoyment of all the above as well as how she might do so sooner rather than later. It was not done as a way to forget what had come before but appreciate and make herself worthy of the chances she had been given. " The master of the city paid a visit and imparted an invitation as well as a gift… " She simplified things down as a way to calm Melissa some. She would have gone to her but as of yet Melissa was not one for truly causal nudity between them. It was another of the small understandings between them.
Pulling a towel closer to the tub she stood pulling the drain as she did so. As the water quickly exited she rinsed down the tub. And immediately began running another. Finally standing she went to Melissa. Meeting her eyes wanting to touch but holding off just yet. There was so much to say and yet somehow in this moment with the soul who’d helped her find herself enough to truly be of use to Aeolas she couldn’t bring herself to say such things.
"I’ve missed you so much…"
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Post by Mel Haze on Jun 24, 2018 1:20:40 GMT
Eyes wide she watched the water then Alex," that's a strange gift"
getting closer Alex looked different and strange but she hugged her gently with the towel in between them she kissed her on the temple and chuckled" I missed you to tho I wasnt gone that long. The pride was nice very welcoming. So strange to see a progressively run pride"
She assumed the bath was for her and was a bit apprehensive as it was already almost full dark and they would be late if she lingered to long in the tub. She could shower and do her make up and hair quicker than a bath then those things." you don't have to run me a bath Alex Ill just shower fast while you dress then you can help me with finishing touches to go"
Giving her a soft smile.
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