Posts by [voodoo] marie laveau

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Marie hadn't seen the death, but felt oddly like someone had called her a bad name or something. Weird.

However, not understanding what had happened, she squinted at the scene of the death. As Memoria explained it to her, realization dawned upon her only to make way for disappointment. How was she supposed to mess around with the anti-witch guy when he was dead? Well, she probably still could but her mother would definitely not approve.
"Huh, c'est la vie- ou la mort, je ne sais pas."

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"Ain't nothing off 'cept the scritches. So, I guess that is something off."
The scritches were the odd feelings Marie got whenever ghosties were around- Memoria's way of telling her something was wrong. Indeed, tonight the old hag had been restless throughout the evening, inspiring Marie to stay awake. If she went to sleep, she'd have to deal with Memo's grouchiness.
"The old hag thinks there's somet'ing off."

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And then there was Marie, who had distanced herself from the other but regarded her wings with a respectful awe. Apparently the respect of the bony kitten could be won with wings- of course, mostly because she yearned for wings of her own and her mother forbid such tomfoolery.

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"Do you have yarrow there? And death berries? Ils sont beau."
The strange kitten murmured, her interest perking at the mention of herbs. She only used them to try and ward off things she had no interest in taking part in. Ghosts and angels for the most part, since Memoria got all angry when she tried to ward off demons. Ugh, picky old hag.
Marie Laveau settled herself nearby, awaiting the response to her question. She wasn't sure how she felt about Herb, since the other was rather shy and hidden. Whatever, as long as she wasn't in the way.

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Ah, Marie liked this one, even if his french was more... traditional than her own. She offered him a wicked, devilish smile while her mother groaned on and on inside her mind. Ugh, a kid couldn't catch a break. However, Archkit seemed to know this one- Memoria whispered something about family and Marie snickered cruelly. This would be fun to watch.

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"As long as ya don't waste yer time a'rougarouin', it'll work out."
Assured the kit, reverting back to her Cajun slang. What, it was the way she did things! Marie couldn't felt but shudder as a cold feeling swept through her being. Weird... Sniffing the air, the black kitten looked up to Ragna and tilted her head. She wasn't a demon or a mythical creature- she just dabbled in voodoo here and there.

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"Oi, ain't there a single Phantomclanner what knows up from down 'round here? Rougarouing is makin' trouble, stirring mischief."
Huffed the bony she, but her thoughts were soon interrupted by a proposition. Poisonous herbs, eh? Well, she didn't need them for anything specific, Memoria got mad at her when she played with poison, and she could grow herbs, so...
[b]"Ain't no need for that Madame- I've gots the herbs growing at my feet, and my mama dunnit like it when I play 'round with deadly thangs."

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"Hm, can't drive ya to where ya are."
Marie grinned with the smile of the devil himself, happy to see that Ragna was doing something interesting rather than just acting like a boring adult. Besides, she needed to tease someone. Memoria stirred uneasily within her daughter's spirit, and Marie huffed impatiently.
"Why's my ma so.. je ne sais pas... 'esitant? Oui, hesitant to have me around you. She always seems so uncomfortable."
Marie winced as said spirit sent a pang through her chest.

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Marie scoffed at that, shaking her head gently.
"My Ma's concerned about me getting slivers from climbing trees, ain't no shock in that. "
The black kitten proclaimed, rolling her eyes. Memoria made a vague movement that her daughter recognized as discomfort, since it was made so often it was almost the default mood of the demon. noted on the side, she spoke once more
[b]"Ain't none of my business Madame if you're doin' what you doin'. I just keep keepin' on, tryna ignore the old hag best I can."

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"Why you treatin' me like a grown up? Ain't like the others, talking down to me like I've got a brain fulla gumbo."
Marie was curious as to the reasons behind the respectful treatment she was getting. Honestly, the past topic drifted away from her mind. She's a bit ADD like that. Regardless, the voodoo-interested she kit moved seamlessly to the next topic.
[b]"You a strange lady, Madame."

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Memoria mumbled something about boosting egos, and Marie grinned her wide, sharp toothed grin.
"Merci Madame. I'd rather not you treat me like a gum-toothed babe- though you dunno if I'ma turn out interesting when I grow up. Some 'dults start out fun and then age kills their fun dead."
Marie added, though she was frightened at the idea of her interesting traits being sucked out from her violently.

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Marie padded up to the scene, curious as to what was happening. She didn't know what this was all about, but the bony black kitten blinked her wide grey eyes. The voodoo obsessed child sat and watched warily.

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Marie preferred the moonlight. The sun beat hard against her thin fur, making her feel dizzy and weak. The heat was not her friend, not in any way shape or form. Marie remarked quietly, her words chilling.
"It's the Devil's weather today."

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"Not really."
Counteractive to her statement, she made to tag along. The thin as bones kitten padded over to the soon-to-depart group. Marie grinned, wearing the mask of an imp.

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Marie didn't bother introducing herself to the others, as if they didn't know her they would soon. Her nonchalance settled in her grey eyes like an undisturbed pond. Flecks of curiosity swarmed her mind like guppies- many in number but overall insignificant. The voodoo priestess hummed to herself, sitting nearby.

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Hm. Marie didn't know enough to have an opinion on the subject, since she was but four moons old. Perhaps the king would shed some light on the subject for all those in attendance.

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"Whassat?"
Came the curious inquiry of the slightly older kitten, head cocked to gaze at the strange object. It looked boring but maybe it had some alternate use. Did it fly? It'd be cool if it flew.

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"Mm, happy fun times, non?"
Marie mewed, making a point to try and touch Raelyn with her own bony tail. She didn't know why, but it was fun messing with her- which she hadn't done much yet, but still. Her point still stood without conflict. The bony voodoo priestess grinned wickedly at the organizer.

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Er, Marie couldn't fight worth a *.
What with her malnourished frame, she could be knocked over by slightly strong breeze. However, she adored the idea of watching others fight to the death. Wait, did she say fight to the death? No, um, that was wrong. Incorrect. No. Anyways, Marie Laveau settled nearby with peaked interest, tail twitching behind her.

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[ooc.] s'all good.

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Her fur bristled on her bony frame, frightened by the sudden change in attitude towards her. Nose scrunching up, Marie waited for Memoria to advise her.
Nothing.
Alright, if her mother wan't going to help, she'd have to deal with this herself. Turning her nose up, the kitten stood and padded towards the door.
"Fine, if that is what you wish to have happen. I'll return for my things when it is best for you."
And with that the kitten stood, walking towards the door.