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Embrace the Void

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Morrigan

Tap. Tap. Tap. This time it wasn’t with the added bonus of some horrific creature, or even one of her own horrific forms. Morrigan was alone, traveling by shadow and not by portal. She peeled herself from the shadows, looking more disheveled than she ever had. Her normally pristine curly blonde hair was matted, stuck to her face with sweat. She wasn’t in a cute little dress, or expertly tailored skirt this time. Just jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. She lifted a hand, idly rubbing at the nose ring on her left nostril, tongue sweeping over her lower lip to reveal the double piercings on her tongue. Her free hand rested against the side of her head, flat shoes tapping against the floor as she stepped out of the shadows. Her head was pounding, full of voices, whispers. Echoes. “…. ‘M standin in the ashes of who I used to be,” she muttered. And there was a giggle, though the sound seemed more fitting as a gurgling croak. Blood dribbled from her nose, and she couldn’t /force/ herself to breathe like normal. Harry didn’t bother waiting for her to ask him anything, simply sliding a glass of whiskey towards her. She patted the pockets of her jeans, searching for… Shit. She didn’t have any. She was out. That explained it all. “Tsillah,” she muttered. “Gotta…. yeah. Need more.” She was out of Blood Dust, the one thing that silenced those whispers in her head, the things that drove her mad. Well, one of the things. Keon was the other, her sweet god who had swept her away from life in a brothel. Unfortunately, he wasn’t there. She downed the glass of whiskey, getting her refill and staring at it for a moment. She didn’t have Blood Dust, but she’d found a pack of cigarettes and she slipped one between her lips. A black flame ignited it, and she took a deep pull from it. And<she fell silent, staring at the amber liquid before her. Not even tormenting one of her souls could fix this. Not this time.

Karen Darkshade

*shadows twisted and morphed into people’s worst nightmares, staring down patrons within the tavern, their life flashing before their very eyes before those twisted shadows consume them whole …their agonizing screams, a testimony of their former presence. Chairs and tables rotate and twist getting a life of their own, while screams of little children filled the silent place. It felt safe, now it was a place of horror, blood sweeping up through the floorboards, bubbling to the surface and covering the tavern in an ankle-deep coating of warm, red liquid. Then it got eery quiet, as the barefoot woman appeared out of nowhere, feet sinking into the sludge, kicking it up with each tremendous step, each of them earning a sickening bone-breaking crunch. As if it was bones she was stepping on* Good Evening Morrigan! *she chants to the female with her usual ice-cold and hollow voice. Each word enough to plunge ice daggers into one’s heart*Little children … if it felt safe, now.

 

Morrigan

It was almost as if the horrors around her weren’t noticed. But they were. The blood seeping from the floors, the twisting of furniture, even the terrified shouts of random patrons would have normally brought that twisted grin to the blonde’s face. But not this time. The whispers were far too loud in her head. She heard Karen’s voice, turning her head, eyes a dull violet. She was supposed to tell her something. Something that might make her…. well, as happy as she could get, right? What was it? Morrigan sipped at the whiskey, watching the smoke from her cigarette trail towards the roof. OH! “I found her,” she muttered. “Mhm. She was right over there.” Her hand lifted, her skin almost gray, and she pointed towards a booth near the back of the room. “I found her.” Her voice faltered a little, and she started muttering something else, but it was something that most people wouldn’t understand. Though, the patrons nearest her that heard her started to shy away, blood leaking from their ears. Oops.

Karen Darkshade

*the woman pressed a hand over Morrigan’s shoulder and nodded slowly. She always sensed when something wasn’t right with her girls. She sensed it with Ruby, but she was making herself useful. But Morrigan, something was clearly not on the right path with the woman and Karen could not sit and watch any longer. The tick red liquid comes in waves, washing over their feet like the ocean caresses the sand, but with a splash, they were standing ankle-deep in a tar-like liquid, corrupting and reaching out to whatever NPC patron was still left alive, corrupting and consuming them, ripping flesh off of bones, snapping bones with melodic and mesmerizing popping, snapping and crunching noises.* Thank you, Morrigan! I have another job for you now. I need you to focus on my voice. Submerge within the void, let it dull your senses, calm your whispers. Allow it to silence them, once and for all. *Void tendrils rise up from the tar-like sea and caress Karen’s cheek, wrapping around her arms and throat like a lover’s embrace*Pressed*

Morrigan

She blinked. Yes, she wanted the voices to stop. But she wanted to /feel/ again. At least the physical things. But, then again, perhaps being numb might help her in the long run. She glanced over at Karen, her brows furrowing just a little, fingers picking at the ends of the sweatshirt sleeves. Ah, she’d lost her cigarette back there. The whiskey too. Shame. It had such a nice taste. Somehow, though, Karen’s voice was enough to quiet the whispers when she spoke. Well, either that or it was because she was just speaking loud enough to drown them out. She did as she was told, though, moving to lie on her back in that liquid, dull eyes closing for now. She didn’t want to be completely numb, though, didn’t want to forget what her Keon’s hand felt like against her face. Well, she also didn’t want to forget what it felt like to draw the power out of her father with just a tiny little exchange of blood. She didn’t really care for him, not as a child should, but she did care for that power. Her eyes opened for a moment, looking up at Karen as she lay there, blinking slowly. “If they’re completely silenced,” she whispered. “Then I can’t control the forms. The things that make others quiver in fear when they so much as whisper my name.”

Karen Darkshade

*she helped the woman lower herself into the liquid, a tendril of Void caressing Morri’s cheek, then submerging itself aswell. Karen kneeled beside her and smiled at Morri, petting the side of her head* Then silence what you need to. Enough to not hurt you and still strong to grant you control. But silence what hurts you. Never allow it to hurt you again. Void will grant you that protection, it will keep you safe and at peace, my child *her voice, as cold as it was, it would be oddly comforting to Morri, familiar and strong. Like a beacon for those lost at sea. She hums softly, allowing Morri to float into the peace-giving liquid, Void working to silence the whispers that Morri chose to, in her own time and discretion*

Morrigan

It was the whispers that made no sense to her that she silenced. The others, those that spoke of her Eldritch powers, the ones whose words she could understand, those she kept. Both the Void and Karen comforted her, and some of that fire in her eyes returned, even if her eyes kept shifting in color. It was a reaction that she was used to, something that she couldn’t control, nor did she want to control it. It added a bit of mystery, to Morrigan, a little bit of flair. She looked up at Karen once more, a smirk on her face, her usual “expression” that never really looked quite right. “I know I haven’t been as…. destructive as Ruby,” she said softly. “But I have my reasons. After all, you gave me a job, and I did it.” And she had. She had been told to find Alexandria, and that was what she did. Even going so far as to keep a smaller Bloodworm in every major city on the planet. Just to be safe.

Karen Darkshade

*she herself leans back into the shallow pool of Void and smirks to Morri* Good. She’s alive. Maybe the kid got stronger with time. She used to be such a wimp. As a child, crying to everything. Always backing away … last night she stood up to Ruby. *she chuckles and shakes her head* And I don’t need you to be as Ruby. I need you to be Morrigan. Ruby has her role, you got yours. You are my only girls. *she looked up to the ceiling to what looked like a half dangling person. Well, the upper half anyway, the was no lower half* I never thought I was that hungry. *she giggles and elbows Morri lightly*

Morrigan

Morrigan grinned, closing her eyes once again. “Ruby is great at what she does, but my kind of destruction is more…. subtle.” She lifted a hand, somewhat relieved that her skin had regained its usual pale complexion. “I prefer to worm my way into their heads first, torture them slowly and carefully. Learn how they tick. Olde Watch, well, that was a different level of destruction.” Oh, and it was. It was possibly the biggest display of power she’d ever used, and she was glad that she’d drained a bit of her father’s power just before. It helped. Ah, yes, there was something that she’d heard the day before that was starting to resurface now that her head was a bit clearer. “Mm. I don’t know how much stronger she is now, but she’s not going to be alive for long, I think. She said something to me about dying. And not being able to leave the planet.” She opened up her eyes to stare at the body hanging there. She chuckled, and it sounded almost like a real one. “I have, for lack of a better term, little spiders in every major city. If she shows up, I’ll know exactly where.”

Karen Darkshade

I felt it since the planet was reconstructed. Something’s happening but it’s subtle. Alexandria is a special case. *she flops onto her stomach and props herself up with her elbows. It felt like a day at the beach after a hurricane dropped a bunch of corpses on it* Her father was an inferni and I was, well still am fae. Our union created a phoenix. But not just any kind. Her power and life force are linked to the planet itself. To its magic. Her will drives her revival skills. In so many ways unique. *she looked at Morri, observing the change in energy and moral and she nodded to herself, caressing the waves of Void as they crash into her hand* As for Ruby, she is like the swat team. Well like all of the earth swat teams combined and multiplied by a million. 

Morrigan

She sighed a little, rolling to her side to face Karen. “Well, she’s got something a bit more interesting than I do. Well, maybe. It depends on if you find an Old One interesting or not. My mother, though, just a vampire whore. Literally.” Her hand trailed through her hair, tugging the tangles out of it, its shine coming back a bit more. “Yes, well, if Ruby isn’t careful she’ll end up dead. Again. I’m not against wanton destruction, but she’s drawing far too much attention to herself and making powerful enemies. Even if the ‘heroes’ are weaker now.”

Karen Darkshade

You are my special one. Phoenixes are a dime the dozen anyway. And I think they started fucking breeding again. More and more of them started to show up. *she was playing with a tiny void tendril, poking it lightly with her finger* Ruby will be fine. And if she dies, well die once, or twice … She does keep the so called heroes on their toes. Or in their graves. So she plays her part right. I don’t think she’ll die. She’s too smart to allow that to happen.Lightly*

Elena Octavian

Elena a beautiful vampire witch hybrid pushes the door to the blue moon tavern open. She looked around at the place and smiles she didn’t mind it here, there more people that were so sophisticated and interesting to her liking. She wanted to be noticeable and look nice so she wore a mixture of both through her clothes. She wore a golden sequin body tight short dress with thin string straps and at the hips of her dress, it showed some of the bare skin of her hip as the dress had little strings the keep the dress together but still showed skin but over her dress, she had a furry expensive gold fur coat. She wore a pair of golden expensive heel that fit perfectly on her feet. She looks around and then goes to an empty booth and sits down. 

Morrigan

She rolled back onto her back, stretching her arms over her head, sweatshirt lifting just enough to show that rose gold and opal navel ring. It was a shame she had been numb when she’d gotten them pierced. She still hadn’t been able to feel anything. Not when she was alone. “Mm. I’m not saying that I wouldn’t help her if it came to it. I would. But, also, I kind of want to wait /just/ long enough to know just what their weaknesses are. And then make my move. I don’t like being on the short end of the information stick.” That had made more sense before she’d said it. The whispers she’d allowed to remain in her head weren’t quite making sense again. Oh well. She lifted a hand up, watching as her fingers shifted and contorted into little tentacles that wiggled about. Ah, perfect. That was much better.

Karen Darkshade

*Elena would come into contact with a very cruel reality. Mangled corpses all over the place. Half of an imp rested by her feet a few arms on the table, a deer-like creature’s head on a chair, eyes widened to an impossible point, tongue slicking out. All over the place, she could see a body part or more. The bartop covered in lungs, kidneys, livers and a  big, still-beating heart, displayed as the cherry on top of the cake.Though, not wanting to cause an accidental void infection, Karen retreats the void until it was only present surrounding the duo.* That actually sounds smart. You know how to evaluate a being. And that puts you on top of the food chain. 

 

Elena Octavian

“Well nevermind.” She says to her “anyways I probably shouldn’t wear this here.” She snaps and Changes into something more comfortable and casual. “That’s better, nothing can go wrong with sweats, sneakers, and a crop top.” She says to herself and then giggles. “Man these places need some work but it’s whatever.” 

Morrigan

Morrigan smirked. Oh, dear, Karen really did know how to inflate the little hybrid’s ego. She stretched once more, sitting up so she could crack her neck. “As fun as this has been, I have a few things I still need to take care of. Plant a few more spies, rip apart a few more people. Feed, maybe.” She shrugged and stood. “And get out of /this/ dingy getup.” She smiled, letting her shadows swirl and contort around her. “If anything with Alexandria changes, I’ll let you know, of course. And if anything changes with anything else out there.” She blew Karen a kiss, shadows tugging her into their embrace, only for her to vanish so Karen’t player can go get some sleep!

Karen Darkshade

*as Morri stood up, she followed close behind. It was oddly rare of her to have her presence noted around these parts, but there she was indeed. A smile on her lips when Morri regained herself along with a nod when saying her goodbye* Thank you, my dear Morrigan. I look forward to your reports. Don’t get yourself in trouble now. *as soon as Morri vanished, she turned an ice-cold gaze to Harry and looked for the man* Harry, do clean up. This place is an absolute mess. *the man poked his head out from behind a flipped over table and made his way to the bar, just in time to watch Karen vanish, taking with her the void and a little snack*

 

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