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Post by ellenor on Oct 30, 2011 22:23:07 GMT -5
Paris the city of love how long has it been since she had walked these stress last? She couldn't remember, it must have been over 50 years maybe more. Her family once has a summer home here that she loved to come to when she was younger. But those day where gone now and so was the lovely look of Peria. The horse draw coaches that once gave the city a romantic feel were long since gone replaced by these automobiles, and this new way of dress! Ellenor did not approve of this way women now dress, like a man, it was unladylike and improper. You sure as hell would never see Ellenor wearing such things to make her look like a man. The city had changed so much it just broke her heart, or would if her remembered to put it back in her body.
Ellenor had to disguise herself when she was going around in public, one would be able to see a woman stitched together from a far. Most of her face was covered by a large sun hat with flowers on it. Her hair was down so as to over the parts of her had that did have hair. The dress she wore was a classic Victorian dress that covered her from neck to foot. Her arm where hidden by the sleeves and by gloves. That meant she only had to do a little work on her face to make it all one even skin tone and just make sure to keep her missing eye covered.
There really was no reason why she had come to the city. She had time on her hand and when you live in a city of undead it gets rather boring. She liked to be around 'lively' being once and a while. She stopped and talked to a few people knowing how to speak French. It was nice to talk like that again, it had been so long since she spoke it and she was taught it when she was so young. But as the day became night and the street lamps flickered on Ellenor began to crave something. She knew what this craving was and she could hear a little voice saying, "We're hungry Ellenor. . .We haven't eaten in so long. . .Let us eat tonight on the soul of someone in love. You know you like them the best." Ellenor stopped walking and thought about this. It was true her favorite souls were ones of people in love, mostly women. Women souls just seem to have more passion when it came to love, or at least that's what she thought. "Yes. . . You are right my pet. . .I am quite famished. . ." Ellenor looked to the ground to see the face of the one she was talking too, her shadow gave a twisted smile back at her.
Ellenor gave up on her dress that she was wearing and stepped into her shadow and came out something more for her. It was similar to the dress she had now but it was much shorter, showed more skin, and was stitched out of three other dresses. She pulled her hair up into the ponytail she always had it in and gave a big grin. "Now time to get something to eat."
Off she wend hunting threw shadows to find the perfect pry. Her hunt finely leads her to two lovers saying their farewells for the night. She gave a loving sigh watching them as the kissed and parted way. Ellenor moved quietly fallowing the female, the male was far too large for her to take down the way her prefers. The woman turned and went into a back ally, this was her chance and she took it.
The Ally grew draw and the woman stopped and looked around."Hello?" Ellenor took a step out of her shadow and grinned at the girl. "Hello~" She jumped and screamed over to have Ellenor rush her and cover her mouth with her cold dead hand. "Hush now my dear it is very unladylike to scream. . .Oh. . . Your skin . . . It’s so soft." Ellenor's eyes looked over the scared woman's face as she ran her mother hand down her cheek. "I love your skin. . .And your eyes? Do they say you have your mother’s eye? Well... Soon I will too." She went after this girl because she was in love but now she wanted her eyes. Her shadow grabs the girls shadow and pulls it over and pins it agents the brick wall. The girl mimics the safe movement and is pined but for her she is pinned agents nothing.
Ellenor reaches up and dig her finger into the girl's eyes and plucks ones out too look at it closer. She would have screamed, she would have cried but the shadow was keeping her from making a sound. Ellenor looks closer at the eyes and sees that she doesn't want it and simply throws it away. She looks back up at the girl smiling sweetly now. "You know I saw you and that man, ah, you two are so in love. . .I want that type of love. . . I want o know what it feels like to have someone love me like that!" Her voice become low and harsh as she talked and she reach up and grabbed the woman by her thin neck and being to strangle her. "WHY DOES HE LOVE YOU LIKE THAT!? WHY CAN'T I BE LOVED LIKE THAT!? WHY?! WHY?! WHY WONT HE LOVE ME?! WHY WONT HE NOTICE ME!!" She was screaming going out of her mind as she knocked this woman to the ground sitting on her chest coaching her to death and finely the last breath finely passed over her blue lips and she died.
Ellenor stood up looking down at the dead body as her shadow moved over it taking out the soul for her. She reached down and picked it up bring it to her mouth and swallowing it. The warmth of it tingled as is make it way through her. Souls in love are always warm. She bend down and wiped the blood off her hand on the body. "You had no right to be in that much love....
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Post by dubois on Oct 31, 2011 1:52:00 GMT -5
What a lovely day, was it not? Perhaps to others, but her job was down below at this point. The brightness of day was not something to partake in for it was a terrible time. Let those who desired to fry within the sun's terrible rays do as they wished, but Marie would not be one to do such hideous things. There was too much to be done within this time. Too much planning to reassure herself with. This city had become lax while the Duchess was away, her own followers, mostly female, not having the vision or the desire to enact the schemes she herself did. Paris was too important to the world to leave it for too long, if she were to gain more power, it would be her home from which she would start. A devilish smirk befell her beautiful features, corrupting them slightly but adding a beauty of its own accord. A single nod was what she would give towards one who worked for her, a lieutenant so to speak, one who served the Duchess the greatest and was without a doubt the most loyal of all. It would make since for this girl, near Marie's own age, was the daughter of one of the original who followed her in a time of terrible repression against their bucket. "I wish to see these peasant officers who dare challenge me for my own eyes, you will bring time the times of their patrol, they will find my knife in their heart and their souls will fuel me," stated the duchess boldly as a small type of demonic cackle echoed within the room. The other immediately reported to her the correct times and it was already begun within her world.
Once the other left the room, Marie found it necessary to dress properly for her homecoming. To her room the golden-haired woman retreated, and it certainly was lavish at that. To think of how repulsive her own life once was almost brought a tear to her eyes, if she could cry. Once men used her for a love they could not get, all had fallen at the knife even to this day she used. Old and slightly rusted, it was a memento of days long past and a reminder to never let herself be so weak again. That knife, it was the first thing to be put into her small handbag. Another was a small gun, modern and compact for killing. In this case, it was for necessary use only. With a smirk dancing upon her lips, the woman began to change into a beautiful dress, red and a dark gold with black mixed in and full of frills, elegant in every way, covering everything up to her chest at where it almost stopped. This particular dress seemed to give an ample view of what God gave to her, it was a clever tool used by a clever witch. Next the woman put on a deep red gloves to match that went almost to her bare shoulders but stopped just where her chest was and now, the woman was ready, having had her makeup on from earlier and without further need to change that. Night had fallen and her beautiful city was ready to be seen.
Pushing through the doors, the public was in plain sight, the stars gleaming up above in a beautiful array and the city noises having calmed down to a soft whisper of lovers, it had seemed. Quite fitting for the city of lovers. Despite having seen the beautiful home age and change in various ways, some good and some bad, it still held a strong place in her own heart and a true and rare smile graced her pretty little lips, one without malice or seduction. However, that was only before the mission came back into her mind at which point her lips twisted in a sinister way. A car pulled up and with a sort of elegance, Marie entered and was driven to a scene. A scene where an alleyway could be seen. Two women had overpowered a single man, an officer. Marie exited her vehicle and went towards him, his mouth covered but his eyes fully shown. "Much too troublesome, and all because you leave well out of the way. Is that what you wanted? To die? You may speak," allowed the kishin egg. One of the women removed her hand from the officer's mouth and immediately she spit on the crime lord's cheek which prompted her eyes to grow wild and her looks fierce from hate and disgust. "Duchess herself! HA! Pathetic little tramp~! I don't care what you do to me, but you're going to fall and your empire as well!" and with an impressive display of strength, he managed to free himself to try and attack her, knowing he was a dead man he had hoped to take her with him. However, that was not to be as immediately a knife struck his heart. Her knife. Those perfectly set white teeth of hers gritting in rage against each other as she pulled it out slightly and carved upward towards his throat, blood getting over her dress. The terror of her actions must have prompted the two followers who were restraining the officer to now do so with their ruler.
It made sense, all dressed up and her dress was going to be filthy if once more she started hacking away at the corpse as was often the case. It took nearly a moment before she could fully calm her mind, having been pulled off the body almost immediately and she gave them a nod of appreciation. "To think I might of had to cut my tour of the beautiful city short to change clothes. I suppose a little blood never hurt anyone," said the woman as she looked down at the amount of blood and from her handbag she brought a small amount of cleaner and a handkerchief to get what she could out. "It'll have to do. Bring me his soul, I wish to have it when I return. Do whatever with the body, I, however, wish to walk for now," stated the woman in her own way as those she was with dragged the corpse and began to finish what was started and remove the soul. However, this process did not interest the kishin. The tour of her home did, however. And the walk began. However, a curious feeling seemed to overtake her, perhaps it was just a premonition or a part of the more demonic presence within her, but it needed to be investigated and do so, the Duchess would. A few more alleyways were passed and that was when the woman stopped and turned down one. It was quite a scene that was beheld and a smirk could not be hidden as the brutality was thoroughly enjoyed by the kishin egg. However, it was the shadow that held the victim down, it was easily seen and upon further examination, the attacker was stitched. A zombie. How vulgar. Their souls were absolutely horrendous to devour, but this scene was good enough, as were her words. Gloved hands began to clap together once the fallen woman had breathed her last breath and the soul was devoured. Marie stepped within the light to be seen fully and then she spoke in a strange tone of condescension mixed with a sense of being impressed, "Isn't that quaint? And efficient, a shadow doing your work, zombie. I suppose you have your own will, but do tell me what brings you within the beautiful borders of my city. Perhaps you could offer your own amusement," giggled the woman. It was a very insulting type of giggle, feeling there was nothing to fear from her and believing herself rather safe from attack. The zombies she had encountered fell quite quickly to gunshots and it was naturally assumed her knife could protect her. Kishin egg or not, Marie was arrogant at this moment.
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Post by ellenor on Oct 31, 2011 2:38:49 GMT -5
Oh the fullness, of the powers of the soul Ellenor was loving the feeling. There was nothing better for her right now but something pulled her away from this moment when she hear clapping. She looked up her one eyes fixed on the woman talking to her. She was quite a beautiful woman and she was very, curvy. Ellenor's eyes went right to her chest for a moment and then back to her face. She talked to her in such a way that Ellenor did not find proper. She may look like a lady of class but she could tell that this woman was not born into it and was not raised around it. Ellenor raised her head a bit and straitened her pose looking at this woman. She wanted to talk down to Ellenor? She made a big mistake. "I do say my dear when speaking to another lady you should address her with respect. But I am sure what ever street you grew up on never thought you that. It's a same really that a zombie still has more class then a woman that is still alive." She gave this woman and awfully wicked grin, the only kind you can make once you are killed and then brought back.
She being to walk to the woman her red heals clicking on the ground. "I can tell even from here, my dear, that you have not been around educate the way I have. You do not stand like a true woman stands or hold yourself the way you should. Keep your shoulders back and you head up my dear it will make you look..... well more..... poised, if that is at all possible." All right she was done with that there was no ore need to be do cured with the lady. She obviously didn't know better, she, from the looks of it, was not raised like Ellenor.
"You ask what I am doing in your city my dear? Well it's simple really I haven't been here in such a long time and my family used to have a summer manner here." Ellenor was closer to this woman know walking around her. She was eying her up like a peace of meat. Her chest was to die for, or to kill for but Ellenor has to be careful there was something about this woman that was unlike the others. Ellenor reaches out her cold dead hand as thought to stroke the skin but pulls it back quickly still staring at this woman's chest. "What a wonderful sight.... He is bound to notice me this these." Ellenor looks back up at the woman, this whole time her shadow as not been attached to her as it made it's way behind this strange woman. She takes a few steps back away from her with that grin on her face again but this time looking more crazy. Her one eye opened wide and her grin stretching from ear to ear. "I envy your chest. . . You wont miss it I promise my dear besides it is going for a better use now!"
There is a shrieking cackle coming form behind Marie as she feels are arms get pulled tight to her body. The stitched shadow has her arms held as Ellenor pulls from the back of her corset a dagger that crazed look in her eye and she makes a lunge for Marie's chest.
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Post by dubois on Oct 31, 2011 3:23:24 GMT -5
The smile stayed upon her lips for a moment longer, relishing within the mayhem brought by the uncivilized creature of damnation but even more so due to her own cutting words. Surely this creature would realize that she was in the presence of one far greater than it and know, small mind though it may possess, that to try and speak to a superior in a disrespectful way would surely bring about its death. That was what one would think, isn't it? It's quite the shame this woman did not know proper manners, but it was shocking, the manner she carried herself in, well, the manner this woman now affixed herself with, it was quite different then the desperate one which had killed the other. It was almost demeaning and if the way she acted wasn't enough, there was the way her voice sounded when it spoke to her, almost as if she dared to condemn her, royalty itself! For in these moments, the Duchess liked to make note verbally that she was royalty, they need not know her past, no one did. Those who lived in her home, they knew she was their Lady and to obey her but Marie Dubois of the fame, they did not know. Not her past, her past of prostitution and disgrace. No one knew that, but this woman had acted as if she knew her past, though it was well known to Marie that anyone who had was either slaughtered or had died long ago. Besides, the accent the woman spoke with was obviously a British one. However, being called that which is basically trash, the pride of the gutters, had allowed a hint of rage to flutter past her eyes and had succeeded to wipe the grin off her face momentarily.
But, she would not adhere to this woman's words, her posture, relaxed as it was, did not shift as the woman spoke. Marie would not give the other that pleasure, she took orders from no one. Besides, the posture she was speaking of was when addressing other nobles, not a street urchin as this zombie had become. A soft sort of girlish laughter of tittered from her lips as the other spoke in her still demeaning voice. "How quaint, an undead English woman speaking to a living noble in such a way. I, my dear, am a duchess. Present yourself as a lady or even royalty all you wish, but your title no longer holds in death while I am very much alive. Your manners obviously need some fine tuning, for I need not change my posture when addressing a peasant such as you. As for your wardrobe, a lady certainly does not wear the rags you adorn yourself with, my dear, and your skirt is far too short for a lady, you simply must change this atrocious nightmare immediately," stated the woman, still very demeaning. The other began to move closer towards her and Marie could not help but give a smile. "Manor, you say? Used to, as well? My own estate is not far from here and still very much mine, can you claim that?" smiled the woman egotistically.
However, it was the strange sight that seemed to catch her almost off guard. Her chest was the center point of many a man's gaze and sometimes a lesbian but her words were strange until the moment she noticed fully one eye seemed to not open and memory of the theft of the other woman's eyes. The second this zombie made a move for her chest, well it almost succeeded in Marie unhanding her right then and there, a brief moment and small fidget towards her own purse, which hung delicately upon her left arm, however, the retraction of the woman's arm made her think better. The bright smile and twisted smile of the other made her own dim to an extent as she beheld her, not even noticing the shadow sneaking up behind her. The woman's words were threatening and they were not something Marie liked and she retorted, still trying to pose herself as elegant. "For a man? Oh, dear, you are a lost cause, clinging to those ancient ways, hoping for a man's attention. However, I will be honest and tell you no one can put this chest to better use than mysel...." and at this time was when the shadow pulled upon her own and restrained her but good. Even a small tug would have done but it was now hurting her in a terrible way. Memories rushed back into her mind and overtook her. It had hardly been the first time she had been strained or attacked but the grip of the shadow seemed to hold her in such a way as there was no chance to resist, try as she might. Anger began to build at this moment.
This, however, would not be the end of her life. Fear, it was fear as the knife glimmered in the moonlight. It was not something she experienced often, but it gave her the momentum to forsake vanity and appearances in order to perform her ability and as the zombie made her lunge to try and carve out her God-graced chest, a twisted and terrible grin to match the others appearance on Marie's on face. At that moment, her muscles began to bulge tremendously and horns began to grow upon her head, parting ways from her golden locks. Her very filled out hour-glass figure began to fill out in different ways and even her height increased. The fair, milky skin turned a blood red and the pretty features morphed into a hideous nature. Even should the dagger land, it would likely only cut her slightly, if not break upon her dense body. Her dress tore quite significantly but still covered her unseen features, though she did look quite out of place in this form with such a dress. The woman's frail strength had been amplified exponentially by the Oni's spirit which dwelled within her. The shadow's grip no longer could control her and her right arm shot out and caught the Frankenstein like zombie by the throat. "That's not very lady-like," declared the oni form as the other woman was thrown backwards into the wall to near where her last victim lay. "You should pick your battles wiser, peasant, I am hardly victim material. I dislike my form, but I suppose you just bring out the beast in me!" Stated Marie as she cackled and moved forward, tearing the right arm off the zombie and smacking her in the head with its stump, not at all surprised to see no blood spew forth, and then throwing the arm back in her lap. "Why should I not tear you apart limb to limb? I demand an answer"
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Post by ellenor on Oct 31, 2011 17:18:21 GMT -5
Ellenor heard her shadow scream as the woman broke lose from it turning into a best like form. HOW AWFUL! What would be the point in taking the chest now that it was tainted by this form! Did she have others? The sudden a appearance of this new best like state disgusted Ellenor but her body was already in motion and she couldn't stop and nor could the other woman. The monster hit Ellenor with such fores that she hit the wall the sound of bones cracking broke the night air. Ellenor would let out a scream, she would have cried even, if it wasn't for the fact that she was dead and felt no pain. But the woman added insult to injury by ripping her right arm off at the stitching and hitting are across the face with it. The impacted tore a few stitched lose of her neck and her head wobbled for a moment. The arm the throws back to her and then she was demanded to tell this woman why she shouldn't rip her limo from limp.
Ellenor reaches up and fixes her head looking up at the woman. She gets to her feet holding her now dismembered arm. "My dear I am far from a peasant, you on the other hand I am still not sure about. You claim to be that of royalty but trust me my dear I know them all. I have know them all and I do not know you." Ellenor sticks her ripped arm back to where it belongs and the shadows stick it back onto her. She was calm, very clam for being faced with a monster such as this one. Ellenor dust off her dress not looking up at the woman as she speaks in the proper voice of hers. "And as to why you should rip me limb from limb? Well it's simple my dear, you can tear me apart, into 1,000 peaces and I will still come back. I am have underestimated your power but now you are the fool for doing the same to me." She then looks up, a look of pure crazy dances all over her face.
"You're in my world now not your wold and I got friends on the other side~"
She wasn't really speaking she was more or less singing as Marie hears an echo of other voices singing back. "She's got friends on the other side~" Marie can feel the hands of other shadows on her shoulders now and if she were to snick a look Ellenor would be gone. Into the shadows the zombie girl stepped only to appear behind the demon Kishin.
"Come into my shadows, put your minds at ease If you relax it will enable me to do anything I please."
Ellenor holds out her hands like a puppet master as think black strings fall from her finger tips and take hold of Marie shadow. Ellenor pulls up her hands quickly and suddenly Marie's own hand sticks her in the face. Ellenor was puppeting Marie's shadow. She pulls she hands down suddenly making Marie fall to her knees while Ellenor grins like a maniac at her. Ellenor's shadow then unstitches itself from Marie and zooms back to Ellenor. She had released the Kishin after having such a strong hold on her. She was just making a point here to show Marie that she could have power over her if she wanted.
"I can do a lot more then just that my dear, you are in nothing but shadows right now. Plus I no longer wish you have your. . .tainted chest. I only take from humans not others like me. I should have seen that you are more like me. . . Well in a way. . .I don't turn into demons." Ellenor holds out her arms and falls back into her shadow removing her self from the fight. "I do believe we are more a like maybe we should stop this silly fight that I brought on." The shadow that she fell into was dancing on the wall Ellenor's voice coming from it.
This Kishin must be out of her mind, one second she is trying to carve another woman's chest off for her own and the next she is trying to make peace. There was something really wrong with her head, and not just the fact that it falls off.
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Post by dubois on Oct 31, 2011 19:56:11 GMT -5
A feeling akin to that of joy or perhaps just a simple satisfaction seemed to overcome the newly transformed Oni as she admired her own handy work in dealing with the likes of this upstart of a zombie. The insult was quite satisfying, though not nearly enough. The Oni demon of which she controlled seemed rather disappointed in how easily the limb was ripped from the opposing creature. It often did not have the time to enjoy such sport, not often being let out, and so it came as a major blow and disappointment in this case. The other seemed to maintain a sense of elegance, such as Marie could no longer pull off while having the Oni's presence mingled with her own, it was a feat not even she could fake, as much as she would like to be able to. However, it was compensated by the fact that even that small blow to her face by the detached arm seemed to give her human side the satisfaction to know that she was very weak indeed, but the calmness within her voice drove a sense of hatred for this particular kishin, such as herself, into her mind and soul. Yet, again, this woman addressed her as a person below the true status that was hers and it this provocation would not go unheard of, however, not being able to give a witty retort, as was the case among ladies, another sort of display would have to do.
This came within the form of her sheer power as her right fist embedded itself into the nearby wall, shaking not only it slightly, but the building itself. The force wasn't nearly enough to go through the wall, it was not its intent. It was to show just the measure of control of which she held to use this power. For, should it have gone simply through the wall, the building would not shake as it did now. And once more a grin appeared and seemed to rival this patched up woman, who seemed to be patching herself up as Marie did so. "Death has obviousl rattled your ugly little head, obviously you have been too far out of the scene to know the Dubois name," stated the beast-woman with a sense of satisfaction of having put this woman more in her place before allowing the other to say her piece once more. Tearing her into a thousand pieces, this form was not suiting for it. Devouring her body and soul and ripping her into a few pieces, that was easy enough, but this form was not for precision. But, now a sing-song like voice began to protrude from the surrounding area, not fully coming from one direction as it was coming from all. Friends on the other side, the Duchess doubted she had, the shadow was a clever little trick, acting as if there was someone else there. However, being the Mistress of Unsavory Dealings with those actually on the other side, Marie figured better.
But, the sudden jerk of her body seemed to wipe her smug little grin right off her face and it annoyed her too greatly. For a moment, however, Marie would be her own marrionette for a short while, however, that was until she was forced into a bow upon her knees and slap her own self in the face. That was the final straw and Marie struggled to break her bindings, only to find herself absolutely unable to do so, even with her own great strength. However, a handful of seconds later, and her strength was once more her own again and a gaze full of blood lust shot towards where Ellenor now stood, smug and full of herself. It burned her and a hatred pulsed through her veins, however, she now calmed herself down. In fact, she did more than just simply calm herself down, Marie transformed back into her normal form, as if to try and lull this insane creature into a sense of victory and comfort. The devastated dress was a terrible sight to see, no more than rags as she called the clothing of which the other had chosen and her chest, the object of the zombie's desire which was hardly covered to begin with seemed to be on its last legs, so to speak. As if a small breeze would uncover her and Marie did assumed only minimal effort to try and prevent herself from being exposed. "Oh, dear, my beautiful dress is now rags in and of itself, perhaps I did underestimate you. What a pity, this dress was one of my favorites. I must change," lamented Marie sadly and almost to herself, as if no one else was there. Her voice was soft and almost weak in its tone, as if the woman's spirit had been broken as a result of the humiliation, and so as not to interrupt the other's speech.
The woman nodded along as the master of shadows spoke to her. "I'm glad you no longer wish to take my chest from me, it is something I have become quite attached to, despite the demons within me, but even you have bested the strongest demon I control," fibbed Marie, almost like a little girl who was trying to convince her mommy to give her toy back after being bad. It was a sad sight to see the other vanish into her shadows once more, sad indeed. But, there would have to be another idea that she had. "But....can you really survive being torn apart? I must admit you're the strongest zombie creation I have encountered, most stay detached, but I hate the souls of zombies, they're so...well they do not taste the greatest. If you would like this fight to end, you would find myself more than accommodating. I do not wish to die, after all," said the woman with a faux depression about her voice. "Though, master of shadows, perhaps you would come out once more and give me more of a demonstration or an explanation of your powers? To control shadows so masterfully as yourself is a great feat, one I'm very interested in. It is quite useful, especially within the walls of Paris where the souls of lovers linger within the corridors and hide away from public sight.
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Post by ellenor on Nov 5, 2011 14:07:14 GMT -5
Ellenor listen from the shadows to what the woman had to say. If she was truly a fool she would have believe that this woman had given up, but she wasn't. The way she talked to Ellenor seemed very much like the way that he talks to her when he is trying to fool her. She was lying to her and Ellenor could feel it but there was something she had said earlier that made her think, made her ponder and finely made her stick the upper half of her body out of her shadow. She hands places on either side of the wall to give her balance. "The Dubois did you say my dear? I have not been out of the loop for that long. I knew the song of that family was I was alive, a lovely boy he was sad thing really that his whole family was killed. He was one of the many men that my father had tried to wed me too. I recall when I meet him be both agreed it would not work out. I had no internet in him and he. . .Well was still in love with a woman or so it seems."
Ellenor carefully steps out of the shadow, it wasn't all the lies that brought he out but the little truth that was told in passing. Ellenor takes a few steps closer to Marie and reaches out her hand. Her shadows moves over the mostly naked woman re-clothing her in a black dress. "If you are truly that woman mysterious woman that gained everything that his family had, if you are the woman that he may have loved. . . Then maybe I should call you a lady. . .
She walked over to the now clothed woman and held out her hand to her offering to help her up. Her single eye looking this woman over head to toe again. Ellenor's shadow was still not attached to her making sure if something was to happen that it was ready to attack again. It has attached it's self again to Marie shadow but was not doing anything yet. "I do hope that you have not been left out of the loop for to long as well. I am Ellenor Keeler. The only serving Keeler left, if you could call me that. As for your other questions yes I truly can be torn to many peaces and not be killed. My dear lady I am already dead, you can't kill something that is all ready dead. I also know what you are lying to me, I have not bested you. I may have taken over your body but I can see, I can feel that you have much more to give so please do us both a favor and not make a fool out of us both. My shadow is ready to attack again if you try anything." Marie could not feel the shadow in her shadow waiting to see if she was going to do anything.
((blech short Ellenor post sorry Crona XC))
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Post by dubois on Nov 7, 2011 1:09:36 GMT -5
The dark night was entirely that and yet, the woman's deep gaze would not allow the shadow of the zombified woman escape her, not this time, not when she was so close in her deceitful little strategy. If the other decided to take the route of fleeing, there would be one final route to take, one final insult to injury course which Marie could pursue. It would be to summon the essence of the banshee, usually only used for escapes but, when there was nothing to physically hurt, the cry of the banshee's wail was the only offense the woman could take within this city against this creature of shadows. If it could not be physically hurt as a shadow, to assault the 'lady's' senses would be enough to satisfy her lust for pain and detrimental society, though in truth it would be a course of action Marie would be loathe to take for it would certainly enough end with her night and reunion with her beautiful Paree for once in the banshee state, there was little left to get out of the night for hours would be required to transform fully back. Obtaining lost mass and matter is a difficult process to achieve, though losing it seems very simple when compared. However, this woman did not flee so all would be moot for the moment. However, to the surprise of Marie, the woman did appear, though she was attached to the shadow still, if only partially. Making a move on her would be fruitless for it was indeed only too easy to slip back within the shadows and therefore Marie would lose her advantage and more importantly, the advantage of surprise. Shock and awe would mean nothing and the wendigo would be revealed. It was strange, hearing another speak about the family this woman despised so thoroughly yet loved so dearly for the privileges and benefits she had received from the tryst that had taken place oh so long ago.
Not once had she considered her old lover to have been within the throes of wedded affairs with another nor to have considered it, however, despite him having loved her, the boy had made his choice to leave her in the gutter. And so he had lost his life at her blade, a fitting end for scum as him, Marie would give thought to. The faux heir of the title Duchess made sure to keep close watch upon the other apparent lady, though the girl herself kept a look of defeat still upon her face, as if to keep the illusion she had lost so easily. It was a ploy which many had fallen for and for good reason. This was an act Marie had used many a time, beginning with the investigation of the slaughter of the Dubois. They had fallen for it and many others since. Such delightful little pawns. However, something began to move against her body and no longer was she clad in the dress she had so carefully selected of her own design but now the duchess was garbed in something far more...simple to say the least, and not nearly revealing enough. That was easily remedied as she would certainly get something far more suiting to her own tastes after this little encounter. Appearances must be kept, though, and Marie curtsied in the proper fashion as a sign of gratitude. "Oh, a thousand gratitudes, my dear. And I am that woman he had loved once," humbly stated Marie as once more the underworld lady took a proper stance. It was harmless so many years to tell of her story and should the other survive this encounter, the chances of her speaking of it to anyone with any credibility would be slim.
"It is a shame about my former lover. Unfortunately, his priorities were not, shall we say, in the proper places," added Marie with her pinkie noticeably displayed as a tone of sarcasm to her former lover. "I loved him as I could love no other before nor since and yet, despite it all, he chose family over my love. In my grief and rage, well, shall I say his family's name is now my own? It is such a sordid story and yet I must say I regret nothing of my actions. If I could not have him I felt as no one could. If you do not understand, it is no great loss, though I do not expect you to. However, no man shall hold my heart again, I have made quite sure of this, dear," explained Marie with a quiet air of dignity about her even as she explained the genocide of an entire family. That incident made her what she was and she was quite proud of it. "I have found myself to be the only worthwhile cause within my life. The souls of humans and more particularly demons fuel my powers and grant me that which I cannot achieve on my own. Power, wealth, human servants can only get you so far...and then they die, as all things must. Of course, except us, we are eternal, are we not?" queried the duchess, once more a sense of irony in her voice for she knew that despite their longevity, neither of them are eternal but she was once more speaking of their kishin status. But the other began to explain her own lineage and sadly, Marie shook her head softly and responded to this in her own way. "I fear your name escapes me, perhaps your family's name had been erased while I was...well, preoccupied with my own plans. Many difficulties had beset me during that time, Lady Keeler.
But, I must admit. That does interest me. As well as your shadow. If you could tell I was lying in the first place, it was rather foolish to reveal yourself to me. For indeed, it was a lie. Curiosity had the better of me and I knew I could not harm you with your shadow, but can your shadow control that which it cannot see or touch? Isn't that the question you must ask?" and a sinister smile had engulfed the pretty features of the woman who controlled Paris in her own way. It was a sinister smile, filled with malice and painted with hatred and smeared with a touch of ugliness. At least, it began to be so, for her face began to grow longer, much like that of a beast. White fur began to cover her body in a terrifying way of the werewolf. In fact, it was quite similar though much more fierce and terrifying in every way, for unlike when her body bulked up with muscle mass, it almost began to decrease into a gaunt like form. However, her hands morphed into a more claw like aspect though retained the shape of a human hand with her nails becoming claws so fierce it could slash and cut metal. Her mind began to revert into a bestial aspect and so this must be kept quick. Should the shadow try and latch itself onto her, it would do so but only for a moment.
Mist enveloped Marie Dubois and soon she became the Mist. It seemed the woman had vanished. If Ellenor could see her, it would only be slightly out of the corner of her eye and should she turn to look, nothing would be there. "Perhaps your time to prove yourself is now" stated the bestial voice from nowhere and yet from everywhere, still a woman's but far gruffer than any man's. Before Ellenor could slip back into her comfort zone, Marie sprung upon her and slashed at her head and torso, ripping her to shreds, making sure little was left for the woman to use. It was a test to see if she were completely honest and it was honestly great fun. Perhaps, more so with the madness of the Wendigo consuming her. Shreds of skin and flesh were mixed in with the organs the woman slashed so thoroughly until a red soul was left floating. The wendigo grabbed it with the points of her claws and contemplated devouring it but would back off from it instead, allowing it to float there. The beast desired the soul, however Marie herself would not allow it to enter her body. The soul of a zombie was a wicked thing indeed to consume and left such an awful taste she couldn't even begin to imagine. If it were a test, the woman reverted once more to her normal form, clad this time in a dress which was whole and smiled a wicked smile at the shredded corpse, perhaps it was worse than she had imagined but certainly over a thousand pieces laid before her. "Well, my dear, I do hope you will make good your boasting. It would be a terrible shame to see you were simply another zombie who died so quickly after all."
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Post by ellenor on Nov 13, 2011 20:42:21 GMT -5
Ellenor took a few steps back starting Marie, or at least where she was standing. Now there was just a beast, a monsters. Ellenor gasp and places both hands over her mouth to hold back a scream. Her only eye widens in horror. She had seen many a strange thing that Maddrot made but for some reason she truly was scared of this thing. "What....are you?!" As suddenly as Marie turned into this monster she was gone. Ellenor could see her some what but only out of the corner of her eye. She being to turns her frantically looking for Marie but it was no use. Then it happened, she felt the claws dig into her skin. Ellenor begins to lose forces as her eye rolled up into he back of her head. Then a scream, a horrific scream split threw the night air but it did not come from the zombies who was being ripped apart no it was something else.
Ellenor's own shadow was watching this happen on the wall and was screaming. It couldn't do anything to help it's owner for it needed Ellenor to tell it what to do. Ellenor make no sound as she was rippled apart. Marei would find out though as she clawed at the zombie that she was missing almost all her organs. Finely just the red soul was left floating above where the body should have been. Ellenor's shadow finely stopped scream and darted to the soul.
The red soul floated there for a few second and it seemed like this zombie was just all talk. Suddenly the soul quivers and ducks down into the shadow below it. Slowly all the body parts that had been torn asunder began to move slowly to where the soul had retreated too. The moment all the bits and peaces of the kishin where close the shadow it's self lifted off the gourd. All the parts moved to the places where they belonged and a black inky like substance began to connected them together again. It stitched the zombie back and then the Shadow over took the body. It was quite a sight to see. Finely the shadows moved off Ellenor and returned to it's rightful place. Ellenor stood there for a few moments and slowly opened up her eye she blinks and rubes it and then looks back to Marie. "I hope you are quite satisfied my dear!" There was a hint of anger in her voice as she looked herself over to make sure everything to back were it should be.
She then turns to Marie places her hands on her hips and giving a huff. "I don't know what you became back there but I hope you are happy now! I just had to used up a lot of energy putting myself back together! You have no Idea how inconvenient it is!" Ellenor glared at the woman but knew she most likely cared little about this. Oh how Ellenor wanted to get her back for that but as it stood right now she couldn't even make a shadow. It took a lot of her power to stitched her self back together when she was torn into so many little peaces. She did have to admit that she was impressed by this woman's power she had though she would never tell her that. But it was Ellenor that could keep her lady like ways when she fought and it seemed that the Duchess could not. Ellenor opened her mouth to say something but stopped. She felt something odd.
She looks to Marie and cocks her head wondering if it was her then a look of sudden horror crossed her stitched face. She knew this feeling and she quickly wiped around behind her to look. Her shadow had moved on it's own and had taken on someone else from on the wall. Marie could see this as well and it was defiantly a man. The shadowy form of a thin man with a top hat leaning on a cane. Ellenor gives a little jump at this site and take a few steps away from the wall closer to Marie. "D-D-Doctor M-Maddrot w-w-what are you-" She was cut off as the shadowy man hold up his hand to silence her, then it spoke. The voice sounded far away and wispy but still commanded both of the females kishins attention. "My dear Ellenor it seem that you have found another like us."
Ellenor cocked her head to the side and then looked at Marie and then back to the shadow. "I can see she is a Kishin Doctor Maddrot but-" Cut off again as the shadow hit the bottom of the cane on the ground making a loud clacking sound. Ellenor jumped again and stood there. "Don't be such a little fool Ellenor look at her. She is one of us. One of the sins." Ellenor turned to look at the Kishin standing next to her. She couldn't see what Maddrot was talking about but if he says she is one of the sins then he must be right. "My dear, Duchess was it? How about I interest you in an opportunity that one comes once in a life time" Said the shadow on the wall. Marie couldn't see a face but she could feel that it was looking right at her. Next her she could hear Ellenor give a little huff clearly upset by the fact that the shadow was talking to her.
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Post by dubois on Nov 15, 2011 14:56:57 GMT -5
It was the look of pure and unadulterated terror which gave this woman her joy at the moment. The look of disgust and revulsion upon the countenance of the zombie which gave the twisted form a smile of amusement, if indeed the beast could smile, it was rather difficult to make out a smile on the savage face of the demon and how it differed from a simple open mouth or bearing of teeth in times of danger. And as each single claw ripped into the seemingly rotting flesh, well it seemed to hasten the feeling of satisfaction which coursed through her veins and made her heart pound all the more with excitement. It was a savagery which the girl did not feel often and one which she often seemed to revile, but during this moment, it was exhilarating to experience. The mind of the beast was becoming more dominating as she went along with her quest of dominance. And while the woman showed no signs of blood, a severe disappointment for the demonic form, nor did many organs pose a difficulty cutting through, for there were many lost and absent, not a surprise but disappointing as well, this was truly a pleasurable task to undertake, shredding her corpse to little bits. But, as she knew only too well, it must come to an end before she, herself, was lost at the will of the demon which she only somewhat controlled. The shrieks of the shadow would have to sustain herself as it went on for a bit even after the brutal scene had ended with the woman's transformation back to herself. The shrieks were not given much heed as she went on with the aforementioned incident but now they were very much appreciated.
However, this next scene was curious, just as the woman mocked the frailty that is all zombies, the mistress of shadows began to exert the power over her element and it was quite the sight to see. Shadows seemingly stitching the woman back together in the most intriguing of ways. What a sight to behold indeed. To think it were possible, a smile of impression graced her fair lips as she watched this with intrigued eyes. "Oh, what a delightful show, this is as much as I could have hoped and even more so, I must applaud you," said the woman, in a slightly mocking, slightly sincere voice, just which was the more dominant trait within this sentence not even Marie, herself, could say for absolute certainty. And so the show continued, the girl in front of her, whether older or younger or perhaps the same age, it was unsure, continued to stitch herself back together using the power of shadows and Marie's smile still kept visible as she watched it and clapped lightly once it was all finished. The tone of voice the girl used meant death for many but this was one who wouldn't die so easily, as was the obvious case just presented. "Why, I am indeed, my dear. That was quite the wonderful display. You see, I certainly had to test you, I will simply not allow liars within my fair city. At least, not one who boasts of such outlandish claims as yours was, though it seems you were quite correct in making that claim. I certainly am satisfied now. Besides, it helped me demonstrate just my pure power, I cannot have you thinking you can control me like you did earlier at your will, can I?" queried the woman, as if the mist ability could be used at will. It was a fib, the woman didn't dare use it more than once within an hour but it was a fib that certainly worked and had truth. It could be used at will but the risk was that she may or may not succumb to the power of the wendigo forever. Then, even Ellenor's very soul would be at risk and Marie would be lost.
But, now the woman went on to speak of other things in relation to the final ability performed to the Duchess, as if the woman were not a kishin but merely entertainment for the present royalty. A small breath and another, she, at least, had to keep living and such things required breath, unlike the other. The other spoke on without having to take a single breath, Marie wondered if she even had lungs. So, to compensate, the Dubois would take extra breaths for her, it would seem. Apparently this ability was the most draining on her reserves and the fact appeared quite clear that it was not a feat that could be performed again, at least not for quite some time. This thought intrigued Marie and she kept it locked away within her mind for future use should the knowledge be required. However, something began to happen which even startled Marie slightly and only slightly. However, Ellenor seemed terrified out of her wits. It seemed natural, the shadow, her shadow, did not seem to wish to follow her commands. Such a fear is natural, losing power over that which you control. It would be as if she lost control over her oni form, which now answered effortlessly to her commands and was very nearly willing to divulge its darkest of secrets to her. The shadow seemed to take on a life of itself, leaving Marie without one of her own. From its original feminine form came that of a man. Marie smirked with a sadistic pleasure, already wondering of ways to kill it as all men were nothing more than tools and corpses to her. Being a shadow, it could not be seen it actually was a corpse and yet, with his words, Marie seemed to pay a bit more attention than she would care to have.
The Keeler woman appeared quite frightened as the man began to ramble on with a voice which confirmed its identity of a man. And a doctor, at that, though how much use a kishin doctor could be of was beyond her scope of reasoning. Sins, he called her? He called them all. Something about sins. Marie's mind began to wander, she was French, of course. The Catholic church and upbringing had surrounded her all her life and sins, despite her having indulged in many of them, if not all of them, in her own time, were still rather a mystery to her. The woman cocked her head a tiny slight to the right as she eyed the shadow who now spoke to her. Ellenor seemed infuriated at this and the Duchess could not understand the reason behind this, perhaps this was the man she was infatuated with, how repulsive. And yet, it seemed to make a good deal of pleasure for herself in this regard. "I am. I am Duchess Marie Dubois, shadow spy," stated Marie, obviously feeling no need to regard this man in a proper fashion of a lady."Deals are something I am quite adept at, as you might have noticed, demons do not bow to the whims of just anyone, after all. The great demon lords have granted me their power in exchange for a chance to willingly come to this world, for even they can no longer come within our boundaries on their own power anymore. Oni, Banshee, and Wendigo are under my control so far. More shall submit to my will in the future. These powers are immense and while I am always one to look for greater powers than those I possess alone, what exactly can you offer me I cannot take for myself? Your zombie, Lady Keeler, has impressed me sufficiently, what can you do? If nothing, then we have nothing further to discuss," coldly replied the underworld lady as she waited. Though her words may have seen harsh, there was no denying that look in her eye. It was a look of hunger and piqued interest. She wanted to know what he had to offer, she had to know.
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Post by ellenor on Nov 19, 2011 2:25:59 GMT -5
A chuckle came from the shadow, such a sounds that caused a cold shiver to run up your spine. Even for the dead, Ellenor visible gave a shiver at the laugh. She didn't like it one bit as she took a few steps away from the shadow. This might be the man she was so deeply in love with but at the same time he sacred her. She will never forget that he was the last thing she saw before she died. The shadow gave a little tilt of it's hat to the Duchess. "I can see that you are a lady that knows what she wants. I can admire that. But my dear, here what I have to offer! As I had said before you are like me, Like Ellenor..." The shadow moves it head to look at the zombie Kishin who was slowly backing away. She jumped at once and gave an eep sound and rushed closer to the shadow standing right next to it. "S-Sorry Doctor Maddrot." She said looking at the ground.
The shadow looks away from the zombie and focuses back to Marie. She is what he came here for, not his zombie that likes to wonder off and become and annoyance to him. He began to talk again but with more charm in his voice and of course Ellenor looked up and began to stare longingly at the shadow not realizing what she was doing. "My lady you are the embodiment of the sin greed. I am the sin of Pride and Ellenor is the sin of envy as I am sure your found out the hard way. I can give you power Marie. You will inherent all that is greed. You want more wealth? No vault in would can keep out Ellenor and she will give you all that you want. Is it jewels your heart desires? They will be handed to you on golden platters."
The shadow moves to lean more on his cane he wanted done yet, oh no he had only begun. It was important to keep the Duchess intrigued or she may just leave. He gives a wave of his hand as he talks all the while Ellenor draws closer to the shadow. "Is it more power you want? Your demons my Lady will become strong and even more will come bagging for your alliance. Your Oni, I bet you didn't know that they once ruled over the shadowkihn. I can help you with this my dear and once more will your oni rule them again. Of course Ellenor will have to help you with this. Wont you my dear?" He tilted his head to look over at the zombie who was standing next to him now proud that she was serving this man. "I would do anything and everything for you Doctor Maddrot. I will gladly help my sister sin with this."
He gave another chuckle and looked back to Marie. "Join with us Marie become the Kishin you were always meant to be. Joins me, serve me and all you desire will become yours." He than held out his hand. It was hard to see because he was a shadow but Marie was sure he was holding his hand out. Then something odd happened. Ellenor reached up and took the hand of the shadow and for a second her hand slid into it. Then out from the depth of the darkness came the man she had been talking too. A corpse just like his zombie but he held himself like a gentleman. The grin on his face was unnerving and the black holes that once held eyes closed into a sly look. From the depth of the holes a little green light appeared to take the places of eyes. He reached up and took off this top hat revealing a skull that was missing a small part of it. The man gave a bow to the Duchess.
Enchanté, Mademoiselle Marie Dubois." He stands back up places the hat back on his rotting head. Ellenor moves next to him quickly taking hold of his arm with both her hands and leaning her face on his shoulder popping one leg up. Maddrot ignores her his full attention was on Marie. "I am Doctor Maddrot in the flesh. So what do you say? Do we have our selves a deal?" It was very improper for a man to offer his hand to a Lady unless she offers first. So he waited to see what she would do.
Ellenor on the other hand didn't care what was going on anymore, what fear she had way gone. It was rather odd how quickly this woman changed her emotions around this man. She looked up at him and realized that he wasn't even paying attention to her! He was still caught up on the Duchess. Ellenor puffed out her cheeks in anger but did not let go of his arm as she a little glare at Marie. Ellenor was envy and right now she envied Marie that Maddrot was giving his full attention to her. "Just because she is a sin doesn't make her that special." She muttered under her breath. Maddrot shook his to shut Ellenor up and it worked. She closed her moth and obeyed his silent command. It was clear to Marie he did have a lot of power of the zombie even with our controlling her.
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