Posts by [voodoo] marie laveau

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Marie enjoyed the bean bag room- she was small enough to launch herself into the plush embrace of the strange almost-chairs, and then rest there unseen. However, her fun little napping room was currently occupied by that strange feline, Howlingpaw. Chuckling, and kitten padded over to look at what book he had engrossed himself in, and laughed quietly. It was uncommon for many to try and learn her language, but he wouldn't get far with that specific volume.
"Have you interest in French, Monsieur? Or are you a'rougarouin'?"
Inquired the curious she-kit, and continued to explain herself soon after.
[b]"I don't speak no regular french, me. I'm a Cajun girl, t'rough an' t'rough."

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Ooh, this one wanted to share the bags of beans. Marie was down for that, and launched herself onto the cuddly piece of furniture, curling up into a surprisingly small ball and purring at the warmth of the cushiony thingamajig. At the question of what Cajun was, Marie gave a kind smile and deigned to explain, slowing her words to try and banish her accent as much as possible.
"Cajun is a different kind of french- you use different words and 'ave a different accent. You say t'ings like 'rougarouing' which means t'make some trouble or somet'ing like t'at."
She explained slowly, letting her whiskers twitch as she exercised self control so as to keep her words comprehensible.

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Oh goodie, an anti-witchy person. Memoria stirred uncomfortably within Marie, trying to advise her not to provoke her clanmate, but the kitten grinned wickedly and spoke in earnest.
"Bien sûr. T'ough I'm betta at t'e voodoo t'ings."
She taunted, letting her tail flick gently behind her

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Marie huffed as she was poked, fur bristling self-consciously as her weight was mentioned. She had gotten this far without anyone questioning it, and the kitten despised speaking about it. It was one of the things Memoria had pestered her about while dying. Pride swelling in her chest, she replied haughtily.
"I jus' t'ain't used t'the food yet, y'hear? Ain't any thang else."

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[b]"Marie Laveau, la fille de Memoria."[/color]
Came the heavy Cajun accent of the petite, bony kitten. She made her way over sneakily, stepping carefully and with an eerie sort of grace. Her grey eyes blinked at the stranger, and she allowed a wicked grin to be exposed on her face.

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"Qu'est-ce c'est?"
Marie was more than a little confused- she had never seen the strange things before, and regarded them suspiciously. Were they... meat? Plants? After a few seconds of hesitance and utter befuddlement, she stuttered.
[b]"Vous êtes fou. I do not know what t'at is."

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Marie Laveau had spent her morning collecting knick knacks and hiding them in her room. She grinned wickedly, and pressed her paw into the ground. Herbs and flowers sprung from where she placed her paw, and though the strain caused her nose to bleed, she admired the new power with respect.
"Merci beaucoup Maman."
She murmured, testing out her new ability with curiosity. Ooh, Venus Flytraps.

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Marie Laveau did not run- she was malnourished and besides, Memoria looked with disdain upon participating in such activities. However, the black voodo kitten settled herself nearby to watch, as there was little that interested her at the moment. Harbouring your mother's soul sucked.
Mm, there was a stranger that she shot a suspicious glance at- Memoria was stirring unhappily in regards to the Jupiter fellow. Weird.

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Marie Laveau hummed, regarding the newcomer with interest. Inside, her mother's soul was indecisive regarding the stranger with a mixture of respect and disgust. Marie didn't know what that meant, so she decided to introduce herself kindly.
"Bonjour monsieur- I am Marie Laveau, fille de Memoria."

[ooc.] HAI TRUTH

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Instead of answering Percy's question, she nodded to Raelyn instead. She likes this one, she was smart and the bony black kitten could respect that. Once more she raised her heavy, Cajun accented voice. This required some looking into, but Marie was determined to harness all the abilities her mother was keeping from her.
"Oui, Mlle. Holmes. It is a pow'ah."

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Was it honestly that much of a shock that Marie's dabbling in dark arts would cause a small disaster. However, the flames that coated the perimeter of her workspace were the result of an oil leak, and a misplaced match. The child had been attempting to soak and burn some bones to cleanse them, but obviously that didn't work out in her favour.
"Aidez-moi s'il vous plait! Fire, fire!"

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"Name and business, Monsieur Lupe."
Marie padded up to the stranger, her dainty paws delicate on the hard ground. She allowed herself a small him of thoughtfulness, and tilted her head to await the response of the stranger.

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Meanwhile, Marie paced and spat out various Cajun curses. The bony kitten stared with a mixture of anger and grief at the loss of her precious workspace. Finally, the voodoo obsessed darling let out a mournful cry.
"I wa'nnit rougarouin'!"
She demanded.

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Marie liked walks; they were peaceful and not too energy consuming. The fresh air did her good and brought her busy mind some degree of peace. The voodoo priestess adored being able to think without the influence of her mother weighing heavily on her chest. Memoria was dormant, leaving the kitten to do as she pleased.
Until she could sense another presence.

"Whatchya doing madame?"

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"Bienvenue, Monsieur."

Marie hummed, suddenly bored with the encounter. It was ho-hum and rather dry. The voodoo priestess sighed and narrowed her disinterested grey eyes.

#phantomclanhpmarie

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"It's a bat darling, don't touch them or you might get bit."
Terra huffed, playfully batting at Harley's ears. It'd be bad if she got rabies or something from the bat... right? Eh, he didn't really know for sure. The Delta attempted to gather Harley closer to him, and sniff at the bat curiously.
"So uh, you should name the bat. After me. Or any other name I dunno."

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"Who be makin' all dat crazy noise huh? Do you-"
Marie's ranting stopped as she spotted the wings and her jaw dropped. For many moments the young black kitten seemed entranced before she bounded over and tried to paw at them. Wonder filled her eyes and for once she looked remarkably innocent.
"C'est belle madame- j'aime elles!"

Memoria was shifting uneasily inside her vessel, but Marie ignored her in favour of gawking at the wings.

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#phantomclanhpmarie

The bony kitten padded over curiously, wondering where the missing member had gone. Soon enough, her shor attention span was exhausted and she found herself bored with the whole situation. She sighed and shrugged- more likely than not, he had left of his own accord and would come back if he wished to.

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"Ain't our 'pothecaries missin'? 'Sides, la fille was only poked by a stick."
Marie noted, grinning wickedly. She saw the blood and dark thoughts flooded her mind- mostly her urge to collect it for personal use. However, knowing that to be creepy, the bony kitten laid herself down nearby. She crossed her paws daintily and flicked an ear.

#phantomclanhpmarie

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"Sleep is boring, Madame."
Informed the kitten formally, with her eyes dull. Didn't everyone know that sleep sucked? Marie was incapable of dreaming save for when Memoria wished to speak to her in person. All other tomes it was just blackness and silence. Gross.
"'Sides, walkin' 'supossed to be good, don'tchya know."