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There's no place like home...

WHO: Madelyne Pryor

medea_recast and open to those that could feel this.
WHERE: A small warehouse in the wrong part of town, in other words, the perfect location for a demonic safe-house.
WHEN: Sunday night.
WARNINGS: NPC transfiguration, and villains making plans?
SUMMARY: Maddie's taking a break from her Alaskan vacation to make herself a new home as outlined HERE. She might go shopping for curtains, but I wouldn't hold your breath.
FORMAT: TL;DR Para to start, then I'll match all taggers?

Power. She could feel it coursing through her veins, giving her life, setting her on fire. But it came slowly. To sink her claws into this one building, it had taken her nearly a full day. An equal time was dedicated to twisting the soul of the poor man that had stumbled in on her as she began. Twenty-four hours and counting. Without Limbo to draw on, everything took longer... but as the magic continued to build under her skin she began to laugh. Despite everything, the power was still there and here it was hers. No demons to be beholden to, no deals to honor, just her and the power. To build, to destroy, whatever she wanted.

So tonight she bent the world, just a little. With a final cry, she released the power within her, feeling it spread out into the building she'd claimed like life's blood through veins. She felt the floor shudder beneath her and settle. The walls began to change, pulsating with life of their own, almost organic as they darkened and twisted. Air through the vents sounded like breathing, and the creaking of supports and timber were like old bones, just beginning to move again. It became hers, and extension of self and will that none could enter without her permission, a home that was truly hers and reflected the darker nature of what passed for her carbon-copy of a soul.

With a smile she slowly turned to face what was left of the intruder laying on the floor behind her. She knelt beside him as he quivered in fear, running a finger down his nose, over his face and down to his chest. Pressing her palm to his heart, she released the remainder of the power she'd built. His features melted into something more primal, something out of nightmare and darkness. Hands twisted into claws, skin turned to leathery scales and wings stretched out from his back. He shuddered, the last scream of his humanity ripping from his throat before he hung his head, shaking.

Drained, she staggered back, barely able to stand on her own feet. As if summoned, a chair appeared behind her, perfectly placed for her to sink into as a ragged voice spoke from the floor. Her newly-made servant looked up at her even as he pressed himself downward in a show of submission. Mistress are you well?

She smiled, closing her eyes. "Just tired my pet, I need a slight break before I go back to Alaska." There were images to be maintained after all, she couldn't remain in the city much longer.

Still, minutes passed and she opened her eyes, a thought occurring to her. "Perhaps I should go outside for a bit, get some air." She needed to check the outside of the warehouse. The spell had been done with the intention to keep the exterior looking the same, but it wouldn't hurt to confirm it with her own eyes. Picking up the hooded coat she'd been wearing upon her arrival she ran a hand over it's length, transforming it into a dark cloak. Should anyone see her outside, it was all they would see.

"Follow." She headed toward the door, her demon pet following and they stepped into the cold city night to begin her inspection.

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Shiro wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but he had pure animal instincts. Instincts that told him that going inside this place would not be a good idea. Something about it was off.

But then again... he was bored. And what was some building going to do to him, Kurosaki Ichigo's Hollow? He'd blown up bigger buildings without so much as blinking.

"After you, lady~"

"Of course." It was her building, her creature, it wouldn't harm her. The visitor, on the other hand..? Her building was hungry, it didn't need to be fed, but it was only kind to give it a treat now and again.

She moved confidently toward the door, looking over her shoulder slightly as she place a hand on the doorknob.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

His sword was not immediately visible, no. But since it was just a physical incarnation of his power, he could summon it whenever he pleased. And he was ready and rarin' to pull it right out if he had to.

She chuckled opening the door and striding in, leaving herself centered in the doorway. The room behind her seemed to pulse and move like it was waiting for something, which truth be told it was.

The Hollow cautiously approached the door, but did not step beyond the threshold once he noticed the pulsating room inside. His hand was at the ready as he stepped inside, one foot at a time.

The doorframe instantly transformed, growing teeth as it started to close around him. Madelyne stood her ground, curious to see if her precious new home would crush him, or if he'd run. For his sake she hoped for the latter, but the former wouldn't be too disappointing either.

The Hollow did neither. He wasn't going to be eaten. He was the eater. And he didn't run; running was for sissies. Instead he held out his hand and in a blast of black energy, a sword resembling a large butcher knife manifested in his hand and he used it to keep the mouth of the building open and, you know, not closed around him.

"Heheheheeh! I figured ya had a trick up ya sleeve, biyotch! GETSUGA TENSHOU!!" The foreign phrase caused his sword to glow with the same black and red energy before releasing it in a crescent-shaped arc. The expulsion of energy was fairly weak in term of Shiro's power, but plenty to show the building he meant business and enough to blow Shiro backwards and out of the maw.

The blast did little to damage the building and Madelyne moved forward to stand in the doorway her guest had just exited. She patted the door frame like one would an irritated child. "Such language, I apologize for his rudeness."

She looked out toward her guest, glad that the cloak hid the roll of her eyes. "Really, what were you thinking?"

The rather bratty monster swung the ridiculously oversized weapon over his shoulder as if it were nothing. He grinned and picked at an ear, "I wanted to see what would happen! So it's not a building; it's a monster."

"Pretty clever, tryin' ta feed me to yer overgrown pet. Shame it didn't work."

His amused expression faded rather quickly. While keeping his sword balanced on his shoulder with one hand, he extended the other, pointing his thumb, pointer and middle finger at the building... and the woman. At the tips of his fingers a ball of nuclear red energy began to form with loud sound accompanying it. Anyone with any ability to sense energy would be able to tell just how destructive this little ball was becoming.

"Now then. Give me one good reason not to blow up you and your pet and have your soul for dinner!"

"I had no expectations when I opened the door, merely curious to see what happened. Had you lived or died... I had no preference."

She watched him gather his energy, the unseen smile still on her face. It was considerable, and she was sure it would injure if not kill her. But then, her life meant little to her or anyone else so what had she to loose? Still, she could hardly take her revenge if she were dead and she was pleased to see that her familiar agreed with that idea. He moved silently, taking a position behind the upstart, claws gleaming as it reached out and enclosed his neck.

"But if you insist on a reason, I'm sure my other pet would be more than happy to oblige."

"Other pet? I don't see any other...." It as then he felt the hands around his neck. Clawed, scrawny hands of some sort of beast. He didn't give the creature a chance to close it's hands too tightly. He vanished, seemingly into thin air with a burst of noise not unlike static, the nascent Cero blast dissipating into the air with a fading "wzzrrp" noise.

He appeared again on top of the adjacent warehouse, clearly visible in the moonlight due to his stark white skin and clothing. "Well, that was sneaky. How many pets you got? I'll have to keep an eye out~"

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She hadn't expected the instant teleportation, but she added it to the list of things she now knew about her guest. She also hadn't expected her pet to do any damage, she'd be sorely disappointed if it had. Instead she called it back to her side and laughed.

"I have what I need. Do you? Is your curiosity sated?"

Not quite teleportation. But Madelyne didn't need to know exactly how it worked. Luckily Shiro also didn't care much about whether or not people knew what he could do. There was no point in hiding.

"I've still got a few questions! Like how you managed to bring a building ta life! And if it has a soul I can eat... either way, you and your pet warehouse are spillin' out spirit particles like no one's fuckin' business." His yellow eyes flashed a bit, dangerously. It was true, though. Just being in close proximity to this building was enough to satiate his hunger for energy a bit.

She laughed, "You expect me to give away trade secrets?"

Watching his eyes flash she heard the part about feeding on souls. "It doesn't have a soul, no one you can feed on... are you lacking in sustenance?"

He barked out a harsh laugh in return, "Ha!! Thought it was worth a shot at any rate!!"

The boy licked his lips with blue tongue, "Damn. That's a shame. Something with that much power would be quite a treat..." he paused, "I'm not starving, Ichigo keep me from that... but I'm always hungry." For a Hollow, hunger never goes away. Ichigo's presence and his massive amount of spiritual energy that just kept on bubbling out of him like a fountain... well, that helped. But nothing could ever really fill a Hollow... even if said creature was more of a meta-Hollow than anything. He was far from the norm in that case.

"Nice try, buster."

Her other pet did possess a soul, but she wouldn't tell him that. Souls were powerful things, and corrupted ones like her pet's were too useful to just waste on something like that.

The name Ichigo was tucked away with everything else, something to look into later. "And how do you feed on these souls? And what happens to the owner?"

It would be so nice, after all, if she could set this... thing against the X-Men. Save herself the trouble and gain herself some time.

He looked fairly innocuous, this boy who couldn't have been older than 16. But still, here he was, claiming he ate souls like popcorn.

"Now it's your turn to ask questions, ne?" He cackled, the otherworldly tone making it ever more creepy. He folded his arms and grinned, fangs gleaming. "They have to be dead first, duh. Of course, killing isn't something I am averse to, heheehehehaha! Why do you care anyway!"

She tilted her head, "Information is useful."

"Izzat all." A question that was phrased more as a knowing statement. "You want someone offed, don't you~?" he trilled in an almost pleasant and playful voice, leaning on the sword that was just as tall as he was with a slightly lopsided, mischievous grin.

"I want a great many things, my friend. The deaths of my enemies are but one."

She chuckled from the depths of her cloak. This one may be useful yet, but she had to caution herself to move slowly. Take the time she hadn't before.

"Well that's all well and good if'n ya wanna kill some of the citizens of this City!" He cackled, "But if you kill the imPorts, you're gonna be sorely disappointed when they come back a week or so later!! Such a pain in my ass."

"I'm sorry to hear you've had problems with that."

Her voice had a dry edge, frankly she didn't like thinking about that. It promised to be annoying.

"Hehehe. Their souls are off limits too." He growled a little. He'd found that out first hand a few too many times for his liking.

"You poor, poor, thing." She laughed. "You must be almost starving, then."

The Hollow sneered, "What do you care anyway? Weird lady with the weird building. Che."

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THERE this one is slightly less dumb

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