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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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She chuckled. "But if you wanted destructive, I'm sure I could have blown something up, instead I made a safe-house, a place I could work in peace."
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He, of course, had destroyed a building on his first night in the city, fallout from the destructive and chilling battle with the Lich King. It had been an assessment of their abilities and potential, and he knew the both of them had gotten more than enough information out of it, information that informed Illidan that he still needed allies.
Powerful ones, and ones that wouldn't be tied to doing the right thing every time such as the Sin'dorei.
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Using Alex to get to Scott, perhaps Alex's so-called girlfriend. Perhaps something less direct, she'd heard stories of a school, one that catered to imPorts, and didn't that sound familiar?
"For now, I'm stretching my metaphoric wings, seeing how the power of my home works here."
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She moved to the side, walking a lazy circle around her guest.
"And what do you do here? Besides track errant wisps of magic across the city?"
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"My goals are to tie off loose ends, and then do what I once did," he stated simply. What he once did? Well, acquiring more power and building armies was always appropriate when the Burning Legion could arrive at any moment.
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Or not so unfortunate, in his case. He was quite pleased to be free of the imminent threat that the Burning Legion would be, if they ever stormed his gates.
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"And yet we carry on as best we can. Making preparations and the like..." She motioned to the building behind her.
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Madelyne chuckled, thinking of the deals that could be made here. There was power in this place. Not power she was used to, but power... and those who wielded it. Men who could be tempted, by her or her power, she didn't particularly care so long as her ends are met.
"Did you have anything in mind?"
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She used an arm to sweep toward the moonlight-drenched city.
"We've all been cast aside to this place, potential enemies and allies alike all around us."
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She was curious, she had little interest in getting entangled in any fights so soon after arriving.
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His bitterness comes out, although it is also a smattering of paranoia.
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The bitterness is impossible to mistake, having enough of it on her own, but still... this man, however powerful may not be the best asset. Not if he's expecting a stab in the back at every second. She doesn't mind manipulation, but constant reassurance will get tedious eventually.
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She had little fear for being misunderstood. Her motivations to date were simple. Revenge. Easy enough for a kid to understand. They hurt her, she destroyed them.
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"I chose the solution which rewarded me with the most chance of living to return," he concluded. Others did not need to know of the complications. That it had been his brother, the woman he had loved. Perhaps he still did, in his own, very contorted fashion.
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But... that wasn't true was it? She'd died and yet, Jean lived... for a time at least. Her irritation caused her to shift on her feet, the sudden and familiar surge on anger making her want to lash out. Her familiar bristled and growled in sympathetic anger.
She wouldn't be so hasty this time.
"But then that solution is hardly ideal, is it?"
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Of course, that is all he had ever been. The one to adapt, grow, use what he had and hone it even further than one could possibly imagine.
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She chuckled, a light-hearted sound compared to the darkness that surrounds her.
"But this seems to be a place of second chances."
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