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And before she left, the voodoo priestess hesitated and grabbed a small skull. Sniffing she raised her grey eyes defiantly to her brother and spit as best she could on the ground before him. Haughtily, she raised her tail and left the room decidedly.
Fine then, if that' how it was.
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Marie hissed as a strong sensation blazed through her chest. Thanks a lot Memoria, why did you have to do that to communicate?
"'S a frying pan."
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"Mm, got the yum-yums going on- smells here."
Who even knew what Marie was saying anymore? Vampy certainly didn't know, they were just yolo'ing and hoping everyone would take Marie's eccentricity as fact. Maybe it was cute that she couldn't be understood? Regardless, the bony kitten glared at Memoria's son, sniffing without caring about his wellbeing. He had made his stance clear. However, she had an appearance to maintain, and grinned wickedly at the scene.
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Oh boo- no blood, no death... could this count as a spar? Marie huffed with boredom, grey eyes following the flight of a bird in the sky rather than focusing on the actions of the Phantomclanners. Memoria couldn't watch per se, but she could sense the movements and momentarily took the sight of her daughter to enjoy.
Great, Marie was now blind as well. Temporarily.
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[ooc.] lemme see if mine transfers to you
[ic.]
Dainty paws covered ground as well as one would think they could- rocks and twigs and the like causing issues whenever possible. Thin legs stretched out, nearing the border with ease. Was there some rule forbidding the youngest of the Phantomclanner from traipsing out into the unknown territory? Some groups had such rules, but Marie neither had the time nor the interest in following or inquiring about such a rule. The camp was boring and she ran into her mother's son far too often- the territory and specifically the perimeter were far too interesting to pass up.
However, her pleasant walk lit by the dim light of the sun tucked behind the clouds was cut short. A clanmate sat upon the perimeter, and the tug of her mother's soul instructed her to go and socialize. Marie gave a small huff, frustration burning through her limbs like a fever beneath her pelt. Perhaps this encounter would be short and not take too much time from the voodoo priestess' day.
"Bonjour Madame."
Came the heavily accented french the kitten was known for. Cajun, it was, a dialect native to Louisiana. How the kitten had learned such a way of speaking was unexplained, and would remain as such. Memoria's kin was known to keep secrets.
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Well, Memoria urged Marie to stay away from the area where the demon could sense something wrong. While the ageless mother wished she could aid Ragna in some way, she couldn't and she certainly did not want her child in harm's way. As much as she loathed to admit [ or perhaps she found some satisfication in being right ] Ragnarok was a dangerous creature slipping ever quicker into the Abyss. Literally.
Marie, however, loved to disobey her mother whenever possible and went exactly where her powerful maman told her not to. Perhaps this rebellious phase would be endearing if not for the petite and breakable nature of the voodoo obsessed child. her legs were thin and twig-like in nature, her grey eyes far too curious in their gaze. She made her way to the way with her slightly swaying hips, moving like a shadow in the hall before making it to the source of the strange feeling. Not that she could feel it- her powers were being held back by Memoria who was definitely not happy with the dangerous betrayal.
Feeling brave, the kitten called out before making to enter the general area.
[b]"Bonjour Madame Ragnarok- are you alright?"
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Hm, Marie didn't know what to make of the working feeling. She found her boring and too shy- not willing to do fun things or participate in more... dangerous shenanigans. However, Memoria had a certain affection for Herb- it annoyed Marie to no end, as she could not understand what the other saw in her.
Making no comment, the kitten laid herself down nearby. Maybe something interesting would happen.
Yeah right.
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"Herbs ain't boys or girls 'less you speaking French boy."
Marie spoke to Jelly as though she were much older than her four moons of age. She rolled her eyes and padding to the side of the group, sniffing the air curiously.
"Il est fou.."
Remarked the kitten, rolling her grey eyes.
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Memoria and Marie agreed on something for once- this death was inconsequential. The black, bony kitten sat down nearby, tail curled indifferently over her paws. So what?
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The bony black kitten, though wondering the same, spoke not a word. Her eyes focused on the stranger, grey depths giving away no emotion or hint as to her purpose for being there. Marie instead flicked her tail and watched on.
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Ugh, positivity and boredom.
Marie huffed, not finding anything interesting in the exchange. So what- herbs. If the other was so talented with herbs, why wouldn't she just take place as the Apothecary? They needed one anyways.
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"Marie Leaveau."
The kit was curt and short in speech, not bothering to explain more than that. Why waste your breath if you weren't sure you enjoyed the other's company? Don't waste words on those you don't yet know.
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Mm, fun. Foxglove was nice, and Marie dipped her head respectfully to Herb. She wasn't big on the other but slowly was beginning to understand that making allies was important to her furthered... well, existence. The kitten stalked the garden, careful not to trample any living organisms.
"Perhaps I will wait for now, oui?"
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"Boo."
Came the sudden noise from the bony black kitten, nasty joy dancing in her gaze. There was no reason that she saw holding her back from trying to spook a clanmate. Marie grinned, tail lashing behind her. What an imp.
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Hm. Marie knew more about harming than hurting- she didn't know how to heal and Memoria forbid her from taking pain from others. Protective mother, sheesh- not that Marie wanted to take her pain that much. She didn't know her that well.
"Anything I can do?"
She asked idly, hoping someone would say 'no'.
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"Mm."
Marie made no comment about the singing, having been drawn towards it curiously. She didn't know particularly if she enjoyed the song or not, but her grey eyes found themselves fixed on the previously singing she cat.
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"If you don't want my help..."
Marie let the end of the sentence hang, the unspoken idea being that if unneeded she could leave without any repercussions to herself. Honestly, she was making an effort and with that kind of reply, she would most likely not try again.
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Marie made no comment, internally wondering what happened and receiving nothing but a scoff and a disappointed feeling from her mother. Wow, thanks Maman. The bony kitten flicked her wisp of a tail, unsure if she had anything she could offer to the situation.
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Ew, a party. The bony black kitten had not a fibre within her that wished to 'party'. She wasn't big on social interaction- though maybe she could hide a few icky things in the party to freak out some of the more squeamish members of the clan.
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"When do I ever listen to ma maman, Madame Ragna?"
Marie retorted, wary of the Abyssal wolf but with something close to concern welling in her chest. Her mind was not preoccupied by concern solely, but there was a certain kinship she felt with Ragna. Surprisingly, Memoria quieted as the other spoke, receding back into the depths of Marie's soul. The bony black kitten waited for instructions; of course, whether she would obey was an entirely different matter.
