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There's no place like home...
WHO: Madelyne Pryor
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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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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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"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.
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She looked out toward her guest, glad that the cloak hid the roll of her eyes. "Really, what were you thinking?"
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"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!"
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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."
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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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"I have what I need. Do you? Is your curiosity sated?"
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"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.
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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"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!"
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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.
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Her voice had a dry edge, frankly she didn't like thinking about that. It promised to be annoying.
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There was a tilt of the head.
"What did you care?"
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