Memory Lane (Charlotte)

Over the past hundred years or so, Mimosa had been wandering. Okay, to be honest that was what she had been doing most of her life, except for those wonderfully rare periods of time where she settled and stayed put in one place for long periods of time. Her birth place, Italy, New Orleans, to name her favorites. New Orleans had been her longest stint and, mostly for her own amusement, she had kept the accent with her to this day. But anyway, that was perhaps a little bit besides the point. She had been having a coherent train of thought.

Never get old, she thought to herself wryly. She was a tad past that now, wasn’t she?

Well, back to the point. For the past hundred years or so—perhaps it was more like eighty? She thought that was more correct—she had been wandering in a peculiar sort of way. She had been wandering and following the ghosts. Why? Well because she had been using her charming little affinity to turn a profit. Not that she didn’t have the cash herself, all nicely stored away from years of acquiring it and she had no great need or lust for money anyway.

She did it because it was entertaining. And partially because it gave rest to the ghosts and to the people that needed to see them. Because she had always been faithful to her affinity because it had always brought her to great things in her life, the Romani, the voodoo, all of it was led mostly by that strange gift she had to see the ghosts around her, and to let them take over her for a time. A short time but a time all the same.

And of course, the ghosts would lead her to Aurum. She should not be surprised. It was one of the biggest of the sectors, for starters, and it was where most people came, where a good chunk of the war had happened and where, what cracked her up the most, most ghosts decided they wanted to haunt the citadel and lurk around the Monarch who didn’t even know he was there. Poor fools, sometimes she wondered about the brain capacity of the dead that were left behind and decided that she most definitely didn’t want ot be one.

Which just meant she wasn’t allowed to die, she thought with a laugh and a grin that likely made her seem insane to those who were watching from the outside.

Oh well, she was used to that, and she was entertained.

Or perhaps it was the looks because the woman who appeared barely a day over twenty-six—most vampires stopped at her prime, it scared her a little that hers would be so young—had decided she still wished to dress as the voodoo queen, the witch doctor, that had held New Orleans in sway with a few choice others for a long while back in the day when people believed in that. Though the vampires always respected magic being that each had their gifts so perhaps people believed in that again. Maybe that was the reason for some of the other wary looks she was getting. Which just made her grin happily at them.

The problem was, quite simply, that even though she was entertained by all the ghosts and in one of the most busy of sectors that existed in this new world, she got bored so easily. And she was bored now. No customers for the day, and she had yet to bump into an old friend just yet or even make a new one for herself. She had only just arrived after all. It was too early for the nightlife to start, and it was too late to go enjoy something with finer taste. So what was a girl to do?

That was when the trouble started. She started trying to find ways to entertain herself and she always ended up getting herself in trouble. Her boy, her darling, told her that she was walking trouble when she got in her bored fits. He wouldn’t be wrong. So she was trying, trying so very hard, to keep herself entertained. She was wandering around the citadel trying to find some source of attraction. The only problem with this was that, so far, she was coming up empty. It was such a big place, shouldn’t there be something to do? Something fun? She was not approving of this silly bored thing.

Which was when an antique shop caught her eye. Okay, so to most people that would just qualify as more boring. But to Mimosa? Not so. She had lived through a good chunk of history, to her going into a shop like this was like taking a stroll through memory lane. It was wonderful and it was distracting which was all of the things that she needed right now to keep herself out of trouble and in the sector. She had only just arrived, doing something to get herself kicked out already was not in the agenda. So she wandered in, intent on distracting herself.

She didn’t realize that she would find something far more interesting than antiques. Or perhaps she should say, someone? A grin lit up her face—not hard to do but this was a specific type of smile reserved for specific people—as she glanced who was in this lovely shop. She shook her head. It would happen this way, wouldn’t it. ”Now, I should have guessed I’d find you here, cher” she said, affectionately, in that accent of hers that she had decided to keep. Oh but she was oh so pleased to see Charlotte again. She adored the girl, she was up there with all of Mimosa’s favorites.

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Comments: Eep first post with her, it'll get more settled lol