Mimosa Thierry
Azure Vampire
Medium
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Post by Mimosa Thierry on Oct 4, 2013 15:02:56 GMT -5
Mimosa Thierry bustled around her shop. The last appointment had gotten a bit messy. There had been things thrown and broken as the woman who had come in decided she didn’t like what it was that she heard. Mimosa hated those sorts of days, she hated when appointments went sour. She also hated when people tried to use her in order to get personal gains. When they only wanted to know about money or hidden jewels or things such as that. The only thing she wanted to do with her gift was help people to connect to those they had lost. On an emotional level.
She huffed and set things back to rights. Mimosa had modeled her shop after the place that she had had back in New Orleans, the place where she had been a voodoo queen. She quit enjoyed that place nd wanted to emulate it after it was destroyed in the war. It was full of loose silks and the treasures that she had collected over the years. She smiled a little as she set some of them back to rights. Her fingers drifted lazily over each glass surface. She had had them reinforced by a friend of hers who specialized in that after the first destructive appointment she had had, and she was more than happy for that. It meant she got ot keep the memories safe.
She wondered what it was that her dear Charlotte would see if she touched Mimosa’s things. Would she see her old chateau in France? Perhaps one of her wonderful outings with her clan back when she was a Romani? Or perhaps she would see one of those celebrations that she had had when she was in New Orleans. Either way, her life was rich and these represented each little thing that she had done over it. She was over seven hundred years old after all, she had seen a lot of life in her time.
Absently, Mimosa rewrapped her hair up in the headscarf that she had been wearing when her last appointment had come in but she had taken off when things had gotten hairy. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had had two meetings already today, she had enough to do one more before the twenty four hours were up. Such was the downside to her ability, after three she was done and the ghosts could control her.
She shuddered. She quite hated that. She could control the ghosts, give out what they saw and said and banish them when she chose when she was in her prime and in her power. But when she lost it? When the three were up? The ghosts had the total control, they didn’t leave until they wanted to and her body was their playground and she quite hated that. So she usually only took three official appointments today. The others were consultation or helping with more mundane—but still magical—matters that she could solve without ghosts.
She gravitated, with a little grin, back to her pad where she wrote each thing that she had today, and the names and times of her meetings. She slid her long nailed finger down along the writing until she came to her last appointment today. Scarlet Feroce. She had done her research, of course, she always did. She wasn’t quite sure just yet what Miss Feroce would wwant with her, who she would want her to summon, but usually ghosts clung to people who wanted to see them so it would be easy to pick that up.
She also did know that Miss Feroce was of the elite, one of the nobility. Not that Mim really paid attention to that, she thought with a grin, but it was good to know. At least it meant she could paaaaay, she thought with a sing song tone, bouncing about the room before taking a deep breath and going back to serious. She had to focus and be serious. People expected a bit of a kook for a witch doctor and a medium like she was, but not a total nutter. Too bad for them that that was what she was but oh well. They would deal.
She did manage to make herself look perhaps a bit more serious, fiddling absently with the beads on her necklace before she skipped off to take the high padded seat at the round table in the middle of the show room of her shop. She had other rooms of course, more private or more expensive because they were for other things. But this was the ghost room, where things were reinforced and where she did most of her seeing of customers. But it was sans a crystal ball. She would never do anything that tacky. There were velvet bags hanging about with this herb or that, perhaps a chicken bone or two, but that was her own personal gris-gris. She needed it. When she got exhausted it kept extra ghosts from coming in and possessing her.
Perhaps she was superstitious but she would always believe in that.
She closed her eyes and waited. Scarlet Feroce would be her soon, and she would start yet another appointment for the day. And she hoped that this one wouldn’t be a messy one. She had had enough of that today, thank you very much. She was due for a good one.
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Post by Scarlet Kiera Feroce on Oct 4, 2013 16:51:35 GMT -5
It had been precisely three days since one of her subordinates had come to her with a file labelled Mimosa Thierry in thick, bold writing printed neatly on the cover.
Scar had first heard of the woman through mere whispers, uttered in dark corners and shadows, and at first, she'd ignored the so-called medium, thinking it of nothing but the folly of dull, middle-class chatter. But when the whispers grew from rumours and drunk preposterous boasting and weaseled its way to settle onto the topic of the duchesses' table during her weekly lunch with the Sector's elite, she figured that it was about time she checked out the girl.
When the file had landed on her desk, she'd flipped through, and within three minutes Scar had made a decision: she would pay Mimosa Thierry a visit, and see to what extent the truth to the rumours were.
Dressed, as always, in her fashion line, Scar stepped elegantly into the back of her car, sleek and black, chosen first and foremost, for its aesthetics and speed more than anything else. She tugged absentmindedly at the hem of her cape, positioning it so that it wouldn't crease as she sat; with her other hand she set down her clutch--the only item she carried that wasn't from Incendio--that had been sent as gift from Hermes' vintage collection onto the leather seat beside her, before settling both her hands onto her lap. "To the town square, darling." She spoke, her voice as always hovering between the lines of seductive and sirenic, addressing her driver with a soft purr of command, yet a command all the same.
She watched the scenery flash by through the glass of her window, her lips pressed tightly together and the slight crease between her brow the only signs of the anticipation she felt for the upcoming meeting between herself and the medium.
In all honesty, she had no idea what to expect--the Feroce's had never dabbled in the idea of magic, treating it as nothing but the triviality and imprudence of the insignificant minds of humanity, but it had never occurred to Scar that as illusions came naturally to her, that magic could come as a power to another; and if this was to be true, then what could she hope to see?
Or was it--who could she possible hope to see?
Unconsciously she'd begun to wrung her glove-clad hands together, twisting her fingers around each other as her anxiety began to increase; Scar was no fool. She'd read Thierry's file, she knew what the woman was capable of; was that why she was going?
Was he the reason she'd set aside the whole day to visit some inferior medium?
Her hands had entangled themselves into a coil of fingers--with a small sigh, she relaxed and flexed, before settling them back onto her lap, one on top of the other, proper as always.
Of course he was the reason for her coming--wasn't he always the reason for her actions?
Her driver, at the sound of her sigh, peered through the back-mirror, catching her eye.
"Miss Feroce, are you alright?"
Scar glanced upwards, all the fear, the worry, the emotion melting away in that split second to show the Scar Feroce mask that was always on show; the anxiety was gone, and replaced by the elegance that was the Duchess. "Yes, of course. How long until we arrive?" She asked, her gaze flickering to the window to realise that, in fact, they were already there.
Her hand had found the car handle by the time the driver had replied with, "Ma'am, we've arrived', and she stepped out, murmuring to the driver, "do not wait for me," before shutting the door with a sharp click.
She recognised the shop from the pictures she'd seen from the files, and tucking her clutch underneath her arm, she began walking towards the door, her posture straight, chin forward, dark red lips set in a slight pout. She knocked, once, twice, before letting herself in, her eyes immediately flickering across the building, mentally noting the interior; checking to see just how accurate her spies had been. Her gaze lingered on the velvet bags, the herbs and the bones (items, of which had not been mentioned in the file--her spies were lacking; she would have to see to that), when they finally settled on a woman sitting behind a round table, who she presumed to be the medium, Mimosa Thierry.
Scar paused, purposefully taking an extra second to survey the situation, before finally walking towards the woman, gently setting her bag onto the table, and tugging her gloves off her slim hands and placing them neatly next to her bag. She'd taken a seat before she fixed her inquisitive eyes on the woman, her dark lips spread naturally into an elegant smile.
"Mimosa Thierry, I presume," she purred, 'I've heard many things about you, darling. Good and bad."
She leaned forward, head slightly cocked to the side, her smile threatening to curve into a smirk; she was putting on a show; an exterior of confidence and arrogance (not that it was particularly hard), to compensate for the enigmatic fear she felt.
Because she was terrified--all the files, the notes, the information; it wasn't enough.
Scar, for the first time in a long time, was unprepared; she had no idea what to expect.
She tilted her head slightly back, her eyes narrowing infinitesimally; a challenge.
"Let us see if you are of any worth." NOTES: yayayayay!!! so excited for this~ wearing this |
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Mimosa Thierry
Azure Vampire
Medium
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Posts: 10
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Post by Mimosa Thierry on Oct 4, 2013 18:25:12 GMT -5
[blockqoute]Mimosa was fully aware that most people underestimated her because of her more youthful than most appearance and her tendency to go more than a little kooky in a non-insane sort of way. She knew that most blew her off because of all of this. She was fine with that because she could prove them wrong in about five minutes as soon as she started to do what she did best. Not even just her medium or ghost talking but being a witch doctor as well. Her craft elevated her from a kook to…well… a scary kook she supposed.
She was over seven hundred years old but no one knew that, there was no one left that had known her long enough to tell her age and a lady never revealed her age, now did she? She could slip sometimes if she mentioned stories of her childhood, or if one with a gift such as Char’s managed to touch the necklace around her neck, the one given to her by her mother, that likely had that ancient childhood memory locked inside of it. But so far, no one knew so she didn’t much mind being underestimated. It made it more fun when she proved them wrong.
And ah, she saw that look on Miss Feroce’s face when she came into her place of business. Mimosa had been expecting it. The newly elite tended to share that face more often then not, already so cozy in their heightened state and their heightened class that they felt above even their fellow vampire. She had been expecting such a look and she took it with an easy smile, letting the proper young woman take in her appearance and the appearance of things around her without stopping or being insulted by the act.
As Miss Feroce’s eyes darted about, Mimosa took the moment to look her over, keeping her second medium’s sight to herself—for now at least. She saw the prim and pressed way that she looked, the way she obviously cared for her appearance and the way that no emotions seemed to leak past. To one with less life experience as Mimosa herself had, it might seem like this would be another boring appointment for Mimosa and one of the sort that she hated to get. But she knew better, she had been doing this for a very long time after all. She could see the look.
Scarlet obviously already had all the money she wanted, and looked at peace with the earthly world. She had no need for anything of this world, she had no need of the money or jewels that most wanted to get from their dearly departed. There was more of a hungry look on those sorts. They were desperate if they came to her. This woman, no, she was desperate because they always were when they came here, even in this age where their affinities were common knowledge, most still weren’t ready to turn to magic as Mimosa was.
She grinned, unable to help herself. Oh no, this one would be of her favorite sort and she was quite pleased with that. Scarlet settled herself across from the ancient VooDoo Queen, Witch Doctor, Medium, Ghost Speaker, whatever you wanted to call her and Mimosa let her settle. She would startle her in a moment, she supposed, but she didn’t mean to. It was all so Mimosa could see how easy this one would be and that part always startled people. But she would get to that when she got ot it.
”Who else would I be, cher? You are in my shop, Miss Scarlet Feroce. Itd be silly if I wasn’t, no?” she purred right on back with that New Orleans accent she had refused to drop. She said she had heard both good and bad things and Mimosa wondered if she was trying to get under her skin? Or just prove that she knew things. Either way, she’d be disappointed because Mimosa laughed instead, showing off that infamous kooky personality of hers in the reaction. She shook her head and leaned back in her chair easily, worn and comfortably just the way she liked it. ”Good, it’d be boring if my reputation wasn’t a little bit mixed.” [/color] she answered, a wicked grin spreading across those lips. She spoke once more and Mimosa shrugged, spreading her hands out before her like she was gesturing to her own skill. ”I believe you mean, let you see if I’m any worth. I already know I am, cher. And you’ll soon find out”[/color] she said, whispering that last line like a wicked promise before she winked. But like she said, lets get down to business, shall we? She nodded slightly to herself and leaned forward once more. And then tapped into that well of wonderful deep down inside of herself. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, her eyes were white, as if a film were over them and she could make out something hovering oh so close to Miss Scarlet. It…no he, it was definitely he, wanted to speak to her oh so dearly. And that was how this was going to pan out. Well wonderful. She gave a gentle smile to the being hovering just over Scarlet’s shoulder and nodded, a greeting to the one she would welcome in in a moment. And then she closed her eyes once more, when she opened them they were back to that chocolate color that was naturally hers. She nodded and focused back in on the customer before you. ”Well, he is eager to speak to you, now isn’t he?[/color] she spoke, in barely a whisper. She wanted to see the reaction mostly. That always made it easier. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] Words: 957 Muse: Epic Comments: EEP so excited <3 |
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Post by Scarlet Kiera Feroce on Oct 4, 2013 19:08:30 GMT -5
Mimosa Thierry grinned, and Scar felt a slight shiver crawl itself way down her spine; a warning?
Don't be ridiculous, she thought.
What are you afraid of?
But she knew the answer to that question, as she always did; so she focused on the woman before her, light blue eyes fixed on chocolate brown, challenging and inquisitive.
”Who else would I be, cher? You are in my shop, Miss Scarlet Feroce. Itd be silly if I wasn’t, no?”
Her accent was distinctively New Orleans, which she knew--her subordinates were not that incompetent, or else she would have been out of a job. She smiled in response, adding a demure, "of course, sweetheart," her tone somewhat patronizing, as if she were talking to a child. Of course, she knew that Mimosa Thierry was older by her by a few years (although the exact age was a mystery; it seemed that no one quite knew how old the medium was), and Scar was still young, at the youthful age of twenty three. But she hardly let that become a problem to her; many had come underestimating the last Feroce due to her age, but Scar had showed them that what she lacked in age, she more than compensated in intellect. And although, she was sure, the medium would be difficult to handle, it would not be impossible.
But this was just the beginning.
The medium laughed at Scar's small jab, leaning back into her chair before answering, ”Good, it’d be boring if my reputation wasn’t a little bit mixed.”
Scar mimicked Mimosa's relaxed position, leaning back against her chair--although she never slumped--her head still cocked, smirk in place. "You and me both, dear. It seems we have a few ideologies in common." Tucking a stray of blonde that had fell from her otherwise immaculate bun behind her ear, she swiftly untied the button at the nape of her throat, and let her cape fall to her elbows, before draping it across the back of her chair. She could feel the cold from her chain press gently against her skin where her dress gave way, but she didn't mind; vampires did not feel the cold as easily as humans did. Now that she was settled, she fixed her gaze upon the woman, and murmured a challenge--how would she react?
The Duchess watched her with careful eyes, waiting for her reaction: a shrug, nonchalance.
Mimosa spread her hands before her, as if urging Scar to visualise her power as if it were in front of her. ”I believe you mean, let you see if I’m any worth. I already know I am, cher. And you’ll soon find out.” The last line came out in a whisper, the desired effect of nervousness and thrill not quite reaching Scar. She arched a brow in response, doubtful; until Mimosa closed her eyes.
When she opened them, they were pure white.
You have nothing to fear, she told herself firmly--yet she had begun to wring her hands once more, her iron mask threatening to slip.
She had nothing to fear; nothing.
But what if?
The medium close her eyes once more, and when she opened them, they were back to their natural colour. Scar smiled good-naturedly, her fear unable to penetrate her mask. "Well? Go on, darling; let me have it."
Mimosa obliged; and whispered: ”well, he is eager to speak to you, now isn’t he?"
For a moment, Scar forgot how to breathe.
It rushed in all at once; the memories, the kisses, the whispers--but what she remembered most was his eyes, the way they were so clear--into his heart, his soul, his poor, human soul. The way they showed his every emotion, they way they lit up when he saw her, the way they danced across the room--
the way the dulled, when he died.
Breathe.
She sucked in a breath, quick and harsh, before expelling it a second after, her eyes wide and--for a moment--terrified.
For she was; she feared this moment, this ambiguous moment, where she had no control, and that was what Scarlet Feroce feared most. She blinked, slowly, and realised how tightly she had been clenching her fists--she forced herself to relax her fingers, and straighten them once more, folded over the other in the proper manner. She could do this--she was strong.
She was a Feroce.
She was Scar.
But when she spoke, she was nothing but a child:
"Thomas?" NOTES: OMGOMG SORRY OK THERE'S LITERALLY NOTHING FOR YOU TO RESPOND TO BUT GAIFUHOSDIFHSOF |
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Mimosa Thierry
Azure Vampire
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Post by Mimosa Thierry on Oct 6, 2013 14:04:25 GMT -5
Mimosa let her get away with the patronizing tone, the one that hinted that she was so much older than Mimosa herself even though Mimosa had lived over eight lifetimes to this little one’s half of one. She didn’t much mind, she knew she looked young. It made her shudder to think what she would have looked like growing up if this was to be her prime. Then again, she had seem some vamps stop at way weirder ages that made her grateful for the one that she currently held. At least she looked as youthful as she acted and always would.
She wondered where this little one would stop. She had done her own research, and it was interesting to find out. Perhaps she was there already. Who really knew? It wasn’t her business to speculate those things. It was her business to get down to the nitty gritty, the deep and dark things people tried to hide away. Magic was her business, always would be and oh how she adored such things. Most didn’t believe in it, and she could see that despite coming to her, Scarlet didn’t much believe either if her attitude said anything about that.
But oh those made for the most fun. The most desperate to get in touch with someone, because they didn’t believe but they were willing to for a moment, for that little touch with the person who had left them behind too soon. Those were always the best, and the most emotional. Those were her favorites because it meant she was doing some good, didn’t it? Not that that was always her priority but she felt then that the magic was going to good use, not being spent on frivolous things like where the family fortune was hidden and oh she had gotten some of those. One of them had just left!
She laughed at the girl’s jab about her reputation, something most didn’t expect her to do but, well, if she had heard of her reputation she’d know Mimosa wasn’t always screwed on so tight. Not that she was insane, of course not, she was just nutty, she spoke her mind and she saw nothing wrong with doing so! The other woman mimicked her pose, and smirked. Well good, not turned off by it then—not that Mimosa would of much cared if she had been either way but still, it was a good thing. ”Well then good”
[/color] she answered, non-commitally. Mimosa was ready to get down to it, of course. And it seemed that Scarlet had the same thing in mind from what she said, from the words that she spoke wanting to get and see if she was any worth. Mimosa commented of course, saying that she knew she was of worth and soon the young woman would as well. Why would she have such a rich shop if she weren’t? She wanted to get down to it, but there was a certain procedure to it. A certain way of setting the tone, with whispers and hints and she always did her tone, thank you. She quite enjoyed it. This young woman, she seemed so strong, so determined not to let anything phase her. And it would interest Mimosa to see if she would fall apart or keep up that tone. Mimosa closed her eyes and pulled on her second sight, the sort that made her lose focus with this world and pull into the next. So that way she could see past into the ghost that was hovering so close to Miss Scarlet. She understood on a certain level that Scarlet had spoken but the words couldn’t touch her here, it was part of the danger of this sight, and so she didn’t respond, she simply greeted the ghost and came back to the real world, and then she spoke. And watched all color drain from Miss Scarlet. She grinned just a tad. Oh yes, this would be a juicy one. This was who she wanted to see, and this was the sort that would make her lose that hard earned composure that she kept so close to her. She seemed undone for a moment, as if the hard shell fell away to show the girl that seemed more her age. It was more endearing, that way, but she supposed Scarlet knew that and didn’t wish to be seen that way. Mimosa paused, waiting for her to try and get her composure back, even though she wouldn’t need it here because everything that happened stayed here as Mimosa wasn’t a gossip, but she wanted her guests to feel at ease. She tilted her head when Scarlet said a name, making a point not to acknowledge the tone and grinned. ”Ah, he does like to be close to you, cher. Important this one to you. This Thomas. Thank you”[/color] she said, though she knew Scarlet may not get why she thanked her. Having the name just made it so much easier to invite them in. With that she sighed softly and opened herself up, calling his name softly with her affinity and felt him rush from Scarlet’s side into her own body, felt him get adjusted in the flesh again. Mimosa would always be in charge of this one, while she had her strength and he was just a human ghost so that made it easier. Ah a human, she caught on to that, wonder what started that. She shook her head and let him take the forefront, though she kept a careful eye on it. And when her eyes opened once more, they were his color, not her own. Such was the way people saw her gift, in her eyes. ”Scarlet?” he said, with her voice, twisting it to his own tones, making it his own and she took the backseat for the moment. If it got out of hand, she would take back control, but for now she was just curious beyond her own good, she wanted to see what was going to happen [/justify][/blockquote] Words: 1009 Muse: Epic Comments: IT WAS GREAT, HUSH...and you should totally help me out with Thomas? lol |
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