Posts by [voodoo] marie laveau

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"Yoohoo! Phantomclanners!"

A screeching voice raised from the edge of the border, its owner pacing back and forth with desire in her dark grey eyes. The black cat had a wicked smile upon her face, devilish in her stance. Head held low, her fur rose on her back. A necklace of bleached bones clattered against her chest, her claws sheathing and unsheathing. The nasty femme looked to be young, four moons at the most but skinny and bony and sharp as though her very gaze could cut you.

"Memoria is dead- she sent me to confirm."

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"Marie Laveau. Her soul is mine now."
The kitten explained coldly, still grinning in regards to the situation. The black cat stopped her pacing, tail lashing behind her. Marie purred and her entire demeanour shifted as she spoke thoughtfully. Her clearly Cajun accent shone through.
[color=purple]"Oh, and I'm here to join."

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pssst who wants a thread with marie laveau, self-proclaimed voodoo queen

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"Oi, je sais je sais- shut up y'old cow."

Marie seemingly spoke to herself, dusting off the pedestal in Memoria's mausoleum. She assumed what was the jaguar's was now hers, and already tiny skulls lined the shelves. Marie hummed, trying to drown out Memoria's annoyance in thought.

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A twinge of amusement widened the smile slashed across the kitten's face. Aw, how cute- they thought she could kill Memoria. That was naïve as all get-go. Performing a mock bow, the she cat spoke in her strange tone, almost a tease.
"Non monsieur- I dabble in voodoo but ain't no one gon' take Memoria's life wi'out her say-so. Ain't a one."

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"Ah! C'est vos fils."
Marie cackled, leaping onto a shelf next to some bones and letting her paws dangle off the edge. Her grey eyes cast down naught but mischeivous curiosity- despite her maturity, it was still strange to see a child holding such intrigue within her gaze.
"This is the mausoleum for the family of Memoria, non? And I am the family of Memoria, give or take. She's instructed me to reside here. You must be son petit Vlad."

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"Mm, I am your... soul sister then- I believe that is the best description hm?"
Marie, unfortunately, was lacking many of Memoria's abilities. Those abilities resided in the mother's soul, and were doled out according to the kitten's actions and behaviour. Should she displease, she would start from scratch. Eying her 'brother' almost distrustfully, she hummed out another statement.
"So then- tell me about you Vlad. There is not any things you would say are... hm, interesting I believe is the word. No interesting things about me."

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"Have fun, mes amis!"
Cackled the kitten, too young to join such an event. Instead, she toyed with a skull, batting it in between her paws playfully. Mm, maybe her clanmates would bring back some skulls and bones for her to use. Fun times for Marie Laveau.

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"Salut!"
Called the cajun darling, her skinny frame making its way over with ease and relative creepiness. Marie tended to exude an aura of 'freaky', so the wickedness in the kit's grey eyes was of no surprise. Purring, she settled nearby and tilted her head, the devilish she cat raising her voice once more.
"I am called Marie Laveau- how'ver, you can be a'callin' me Marie."

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"It's a start."
Laughed the kitten, amused by Vlad's way of acting. Marie let tail flick and bounced a rat's skull between her paws. A truth for a truth, she decided. Slyly, she murmured.
"I dabble in voodoo- how did you become a vampire?"

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Marie was not well known- she was only four moons old and thanks Vampy being busy all the time, she hadn't had the opportunity to do much of anything.
However, at this time the kitten was gladly stripping fur and meat from the bones of a rat, humming as she did so- all the meat would be eaten later, but her main goal was to preserve the bones. It was a little disarming to see such a strange child doing such a strange thing, but oh well.

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Marie nodded to Ragnarok, feeling a chilling cold from within her chest- Memoria's way of communicating. Ugh, the old hag was finicky to say the least. Gesturing to the partially stripped bones, she mewed an explanation.
"I need to bones to decorate- arts and crafts, madame."
She drawled, heavy Cajun accent moulding her words into accented phrases.

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"Of course, they're to keep out spirits, and I'll have to soak them in blood."
Ah, there was the nasty grin Marie had, trying to ek out a reaction from onlookers. Her idea of entertainment was shock and fear, and seeing as she was too little to be scary, Marie settled on trying to frighten others or make them very uncomfortable.

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"Eh, you must always be wary of les lutins and other mischievous spirits, non?"
Marie cooed, finishing her stripping process and tossing the meat away to the side. She'd probably pawn it off later, but despite her bony appearance she refused to eat or drink the past days- felines were known to lose their appetite during stressful times, so she didn't really care.

She was kind of ignoring the adult's conversation.

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Marie cackled madly at the hiccups her clanmate was suffering from. The slightly sadistic kitten grinned and cooed in a mockey of kindness.
"C'est mauvais, these 'iccups are."
She drawled, accent almost inconceivable. Her words were difficult to understand, but she found herself engrossed in the situation quite easily.

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"Ain't na waitin' t'be done here."
The kitten decreed, paws stepping daintily towards the group. She tilted her head and grinned devilishly, her Cajun accent thick like a blanket obscuring her words. Marie hummed at the stranger and nodded, though it was strange to see a kitten acting like an adult.
"Bonjour- you are free ta join, d'accord?"

#phantomclanhpmarie

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"Oui Monsieur- er, y's."
Huffed the kitten, figuring she was diffiult to understand. Marie cocked her head, letting her tail flick behind her coyly. The onyx darling purred and spoke once more, liking the nature of the stranger.
"I am called Marie, je préfère tu pas vous- and you are?"

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"Qu'est-ce que vous faites?"
Came the airy voice of the dark kitten, more thinking aloud than anything. Ever wary of Ragna, she edged closer to Uta with clear curiosity adorning her madly grinning face. Grey eyes remained sharp and watchful at the scene of the emotional cat. Her next words were chosen carefully.
"What 'as 'appened?"

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"I've no talkin' to share, but'll listen in."
Which translated to an acceptance of the invitation to parler avec sa clanmate. Marie sauntered over, settling down and wrapping one paw across the other in a relaxed state. Though strange, she remained an interesting specimen of the clan.

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It took a moment for Marie to process, but then she howled with laughter, almost teetering off of her shelf. The black kitten looked a little silly, rolling unto her back and continuing to laugh, but after a couple minutes she toned it down and managed to speak through gasping breaths.
"You- You took candy from a stranger, mon frère!"
It wasn't actually funny, but the kitten found it hilarious for some odd reason.