http://medea-recast.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] medea-recast.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2010-01-31 07:27 pm

There's no place like home...

WHO: Madelyne Pryor [livejournal.com profile] 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.

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
"And what is your work?" he asked.

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.

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Aren't we all?" he asked, a slight smirk crossing his face. "Although to not have something to do here seems the risky gambit."

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't simply watch her, as she circled, he followed her movements, turning as she moved. The Betrayer did not turn his back on anyone, let alone a cloaked woman with whom he did not know.

"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.

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose a diplomatic method of saying it would be that I have old grudges that must be relieved," he explained, a small smile curling up his lips. Oh yes, old grudges indeed.

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Do we?" he asked, a brow lifting from behind his blindfold. "Interesting enough, I suppose. I find that those with such power often have things that may be cut short due to our unfortunate arrivals in this strange land."

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.

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-05 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Amassing alliances as well," he mentioned, although that was in his own case. Power was found anywhere, even in a world like this where the astral energies seemed drained, he found that those ported in could surprise him, such as this woman. Although he was loathe to simply trust anyone. The betrayer would not be betrayed again, of that he was certain.

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-05 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
He tipped his head in curiosity. She had certainly picked up on the insinuation. Intelligent, then. "Perhaps. I have been placed into a world I know little of, and furthermore," he paused, considering the best way to phrase what he meant to say. "I find that there are none of my former allies here, and few that I can depend upon if things become sour."

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-05 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"I prefer to think of it as delivered," he stated with a smirk. He did not feel as if this was a hindrance to his plans. His plans had included mostly 'survive', and here he could do that far easier than on Draenor. At least now that the Burning Legion was invading. "This world does not know what it holds now, entirely unprepared for the inevitability that comes when such powerful being coalesce."

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-07 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I have many enemies," he states airily, before waving a hand imperiously. "I also have allies that will, with time, become enemies. All do in the end."

His bitterness comes out, although it is also a smattering of paranoia.

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-08 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Most likely theirs," he states. His voice is hard, and matter-of-fact. He knew of his reputation as "The Betrayer", and that most from Azeroth considered him to be both untrustworthy and a blight upon the land. They simply did not understand. They never would. He would not justify his actions to them, nor his need for power. Lesser beings never did.

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-09 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
There was no answer. He turned to look to the horizon, a pensive look crossing his face. "I was only just coming into my power," he stated abruptly, turning back to her after several long moments pause.

"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.

[identity profile] pandablade.livejournal.com 2010-02-09 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I would prefer to regroup to defeat those that oppose me rather than dying," he stated simply. "I have found that even the briefest amount of time to recoup and even use the knowledge of the enemy against them is time well spent."

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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