Mimosa Thierry
Azure Vampire
Medium
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Post by Mimosa Thierry on Sept 23, 2013 19:08:13 GMT -5
Mimosa did so enjoy festivals, so much fun. She grinned to herself and skipped along, glancing this way and that at the stalls that lined the walk that she was taking down. There were rides along the far end, and stalls along here, a stage for some to perform and show off their stuff—musicians and dancers and singers and all the rest, it was fun to watch—which was fun. It was just so much. She enjoyed taking it all in, especially because she was new in this particular sector. It was a good way for her to set up herself here. She was able to introduce herself to the sector in a laid back setting that encouraged them to come and see without the commitment or the nerves of walking into a medium’s shop.
She had sat at her own stall for most of the early night, taking in a select few customers, she was picky about her customers. She liked to take those that she knew she could pull a ghost or two for, and being that she could sense them, she generally took those who had them floating about, easy pickings. When they came into her shop she could usually call whatever they needed but in this setting? It was oh so much easier to just pull them if they were nearby.
She had taken her three for the day and now, well, if she pulled anymore she would end up just getting possessed and ran for a joyride so she was not up for that. Running around this festival with a ghost in the front seat? No that did not sound fun to her and while she was a little nutty, she would rather set up her reputation her way and not let a ghost do it. Besides, she wanted to explore for herself and she couldn’t do that with some psycho ghost doing it for her. So she had to put a pause on it.
There had been three pretty awesome customers though, the ghosts she had taken on had been pretty interesting and she had given a pretty good reading to those that came in, letting them get to rest which was something she absolutely adored doing if she had a chance to do so. She also got to give some good traditional readings, let people know what other things she could do for them, sell a good gris gris and pack or two. It was a good sign that her shop would do well in the future and she was looking forward to that.
She was also dressed up in what she had worn during one of her many golden ages. When she had been one of the Voodoo Queens of New Orleans. That had been a fun time for her. SO fun that she had been in that place for a very long time and she still had the accent from it along with her. She could have shrugged it off but she quite enjoyed how it sounded and the attention that it gave her. She quite enjoyed attention, it was damn fun and easy to get with the way that she was, of course.
Spinning as she walked, Mimossa laughed out loud and gave no cares as to the looks she was getting, in fact she grinned and twiddled her fingers at them before continuing in her walk, taking a deep breath in the dying summer air. It was a wonderful night. She hoped that it kept up for the rest of the days that this festival was going on so that way she could keep giving wonderful performances in her stall and not get rained out or something like that. The cold wouldn’t bother her if it got chilly but there was no indication that that was the case.
She stepped out of the way of the traffic, lured by a wonderful smell and went towards a stall that was giving off that wonderful scent. She bent and inhaled, closing her eyes as she did and happily smiled at the girl behind the table. ”Ah, smells wonderful” she said, the New Orleans creole accent thick in her voice as she spoke. She happily took a pretty giant cupcake from the stall, paying for it with the money she had just gotten from her own, and a cool tea as well, and walked off with her treat, taking in the sights.
She had long ago devoured her treat and was walking along the way with just her tea, sipping at it reverently because it was quite lovely and she didn’t want to lose it, when she managed to bump into someone. Luckily, a quick maneuver meant she didn’t spill her drink over the poor dear but it did mean she still bumped into the other person! Her eyes went wide a moment and then she swept into an elaborate curtsey with a grin, trying to lighten the situation if she could. ”Oh cher, I’m sorry. I was a little wrapped up in the sights and sounds!” she informed the other person, with a bright smile and a tilt of the head. Okay, so she was more than a bit kooky but that’s okay. That was just the sort of person that she was!
And she hadn’t changed in seven hundred years, she had no intentions of changing now, just because the vampires were on top. Elegant her ass.
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Post by sacrifice on Sept 25, 2013 13:54:57 GMT -5
The very revelry in the atmosphere was causing Belladonna to crack a toothy smile as she stalked through the carnival. Atheris curled protectively around her neck, a living necklace, occasionally picking up his head and deigning to look around curiously. She idly stroked his rough scales as she padded from stall to stall. I wonder, I wonder what trouble lies under? Her thoughts were usually in the forms of rhymes and they teased at the edges of her mind, like wisps she could never quite catch anymore.
The roiling crowd surged and ebbed between stalls and stages, laughing and carousing madly. It was intoxicating for Belladonna and she was having some difficulty maintaining her present state of sanity. She didn’t mind, however. If she lapsed, she lapsed… and something entertaining would happen. If she did not lapse, something entertaining would more than likely still happen.
Savory aromas wafted towards her, causing her mouth to open and her fangs to elongate. She had fed recently, so the chances of going feral in this huge crowd were slim. However, the saliva dripping from her canine teeth indicated that it’d be in her best interests to sate her hunger. She approached a stall displaying an array of succulent meats. Her demeanor shifted once she was required to make contact with another living – presumably – being. The vendor of the meat stand was a large, burly sort of man who appeared more akin to the pigs he was butchering than a human. His eyes narrowed as Belladonna advanced, like a prey animal sensing imminent danger. Belladonna saw this and approved of his reaction, she drew closer, her movements so effortless and graceful she practically screamed raw, animalistic power.
“Hello, Piggyman. You will sell me some of this fine meat, yes?” She began to dig around in a small purse that was attached to her hip and cleverly concealed in a fold of her flowing gown. She did not wait for the man to respond to her demand, she merely kept speaking. Her voice was a rough purr, the words seemingly caressing the vendor in low, accented tones. “I will take a haunch of that beast there, the rarer the better, eh, Piggyman?”
The vendor had noticeably bristled at being addressed as ‘Piggyman’, however he knew when to pick his fights and realized that this one would not be wise. He began to slice the leg off a newly roasting pig, but stopped midway and turned to address the woman.
“Uh, well.. this isn’t gonna be cheap. And you.. well, you should know that eating raw meat can be poisonous.”
Belladonna moved closer, setting both hands upon the vendor’s table. Her long nails were lacquered a brilliant vermillion hue and filed to wicked points. She growled very softly and parted her lips, displaying her teeth which now dripped a few drops of a yellowish liquid. She had absorbed Atheris’ reserve of hematoxin earlier and was issuing a single warning: You are standing between my meal and me. Bad, bad, bad idea.
“Poison is of no concern to me, Piggyman. I will not tell you again. Give. Me. My. Meat.” She punctuated her words by pressing money into the table and withdrawing her hand. Her nails left deep gouges in the soft wood of the table.
The vendor scrambled to finish sawing off the leg of pork and hastily wrapped it haphazardly in a sheet of white paper before proffering it carefully towards the insane woman. He yelped as she snatched it from him with a hiss and melded back into the crowd.
Belladonna found a beautiful old oak that afforded a nice view of the carnival. She scaled it effortlessly and devoured the pork, making an assortment of pleased noises deep in her throat as she licked the grease and drippings from her nails. She belched delicately, excused herself to Atheris and jumped from her perch landing neatly on the ground. She smoothed the folds of her dark, dark red gown and continued through the crowd, slipping and weaving easily.
She reached a breech in the crowd and utilized the space like a breaching whale: she spun wildly with her arms outstretched and raised. Her unruly, vibrantly crimson locks whirled and whipped in the vortex she created. Belladonna laughed: an inhuman and mad sound, more like a screech than a sound of joy. It was cut off suddenly as someone bumped into her…
With a snarl, preparing for an assault, Belladonna whirled and crouched slightly with her fangs elongated and dripping Atheris’ venom as well as her nails. Tiny droplets, each one barely visable hung from her fingertips and teeth. Her stock of venom was limited, she was in the process of thinking who or what she could call on to replenish her reserves when she noticed her attacker was curtseying and speaking to her in a thick accent.
Belladonna stood tall, her head cocked curiously as she took in MIMOSA’S garb. She decided that this creature was not a threat at present and withdrew her venom, but still remained defensive. As MIMOSA’s words drifted musically towards her ears, Belladonna relaxed visibly. Her crimson lips parted in a genuine – for her – smile. She imitated the other woman’s head tilt and nodded to herself.
“Share? Share what? What do you have? Is it something for me?” Belladonna had misinterpreted ‘cher’ and was now like a taut bow, ready to spring once the surprise was revealed. Her body was aquiver and her eyes wide and pupils dilated. She sniffed the air, but could discern no interesting smells over the chaotic milieu that was the carnival. Atheris, disturbed at all the sudden commotion, hissed lazily and coiled tighter around his woman’s neck. His large eyes stared suspiciously MIMOSA, his tongue darting and sampling the air.
Belladonna stared expectantly at MIMOSA…
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Mimosa Thierry
Azure Vampire
Medium
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
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Post by Mimosa Thierry on Sept 27, 2013 20:58:43 GMT -5
Mimosa supposed that she should have figured that she’d bump into the other woman. She had been laughing quite madly—not that Mim was one to talk—and so she supposed that Mimosa should have heard her and heard her coming, but the woman had been rather enthralled with the sights, the sounds, the smells, oh the smells, of the carnival. SO she hadn’t heard anyone approaching her or in the path that she could bump into until she was doing the bumping. Which was rather unfortunate, now wasn’t it? She apologized with a laugh and a shake of her head.
She peeked over at the other woman. She did seem rather unhinged, now didn’t she? But Mimosa hadn’t been in the sector for long enough that she could really make any sort of judgement about anyone in this place. And being that she was quite the nut herself. She really had no room to be making any sort of judgement about anyone else when she thought about it in that light, but she couldn’t help making the slight judgement anyway. She supposed it came with the old age she was currently sporting.
Her words, however, reaffirmed the previous judgement. She wondered how old this other woman was, because sometimes that attributed to the slight unhinged nature of those that were around the sector. They lived a long time, sometimes the whole of them couldn’t keep up. It was sad but entirely true, to be honest. Mimosa herself tended to be entirely that way and tended to go off the walls a little bit from time to time. Though mostly she just did things that most sane peole wouldn’t rather than being insane herself. Also she usually had a companion or two to keep her centered.
She shook her head and leaned back, dusting off her old Romani garb as she did. She also noticed that the woman seemed have misinterpreted her through her accent. Ah poor dear. It had taken her a moment to get why the other woman was saying share in the first place until she gathered what it was that she had heard, share instead of Cher. She shook her head with a little grin playing on her lips. ”Cher, dear, I said cher.” she reaffirmed, rocking on her heels a little as she took another sip of her tea, ugh it was quite wonderful wasn’t it?
She then grinned a bit to herself. Though perhaps I do have something to share, don’t I?” she murmured before digging into her skirts. She also watched the snke around the other woman’s neck with a slightly wary look. She wasn’t afraid of snakes but that one was quite obviously poisonous and she wasn’t the sort that wanted to get bitten, old and hardy not withstanding, she still wished not to lose her head a little bit while some healer got her clean again. She went back to digging into the pockets that were hidden away in her skirts until she came up with a small, velvet, green bag.
She wouldn’t get into wht was in there, except it was most certainly a skill that was left over from her days as a voodoo queen and witch doctor. It was old and original magic in those bags, and a skill she still employed for other vampires for a price. But perhaps a little bit of a give away in the place like this and the carnival, she wouldn’t mind giving away one or two. She held it out with a little grin and swung it back and forth from the string.
”Do not open this, mon cheri” she said, in a soft and lilting tone, the New Orleans accent thick on her tongue. ”Or it will stop working” she said with an ominous air. Besides, gris-gris was supposed to be shrouded in mystery, thick with surprise and secret. She knew that most preferred the magic of the affinity sort, but there was nothing wrong with a bit of old magic that she kept with her. She also didn’t reveal what it was supposed to work to do. She wondered if the red haired woman would ever bther to ask her.
Absently the woman glanced about the carnival, eager to get back to the festivities but she wouldn’t rush, she never rushed. Especially when it could be that she was working with a possible client who could go back to get something they’d have to pay for later.
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