Post by Darkender on Apr 30, 2015 17:44:02 GMT
Lady Miras
vs
Remy Lestrade
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The little woman returned into the quaint living room. The tea set in her hand quivered in her weakening grip as she set it down onto the coffee table.
“I’m so glad you came to see me, Mary was it?”
“Yes. Oh thank you.” She said as she cupped the small mug.
“What brings you to Little Lovecraft? You’ve come such a far way for this old little place.”
“Oh, Miss Luz, I see so much potential in Lovecraft, but I came looking for an old friend you may remember, Tituba?”
Miss Luz stopped mid-sip, holding the ceramic mug to her lips, her eyes puzzling over the woman before her, looking with much more discernment now.
“Tituba? Oh why, I can’t say I recall that name. How did you say you knew Madame Burke?”
“Oh, I was an apprentice for a short time… Her last apprentice.”
Miss Luz sipped her tea again, clearing her throat and then eyed the rustic clock on the wall.
“My dear, you must be confused. Tituba is but a myth. A legend to scare children, I’m afraid. I’m quite sorry, but if this is why came-“ She began to stand up, but at the wave of Lady Miras’ hand she fell back into the chair.
“Perhaps, I should start again you old witch. I am Lady Miras, long lost queen of the witches, and I have come back to take the Counsel and Little Lovecraft. But I am looking for an old friend. Where. Is. Tituba?”
The old woman’s eyes turned a ghoulish black, and bled a onyx hue. A single vein protruded from from the Lady’s temple, and an aura of mystic energy collided between the two benders of elements but for moment.
“You old witch, your power has faded.”
The old woman screamed in agony as her eyes faded back to normalcy. Her nose began to run with blood and she frantically ran her tongue across her lips, tasting her own mortality.
“She is here! She is here in Lovecraft!”
“Where?” Lady Miras said rising to her feet.
“No one knows. She has secluded herself from the Counsel.” She said wiping the rest of the blood from beneath her nose. “There were talks that she is running with the mystic beasts of the land. That she leads them now.”
“Werewolves?”
She nodded.
“Very well. Thank you, my fair elder.”
Lady Miras strode to the door, which opened at her thought’s request. Mark and Tyler stood on the other side, leaning against the walls of the apartment’s corridor.
Tyler approached her and smirked, and his mother smiled kindly in reply as she placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Please, take care of my friend son.”
“With pleasure Mother…”
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Miles outside of Little Lovecraft
The black SUV pulled up slowly onto the gravel road. Mark was at the wheel, his hands at ten and two. Lady Miras sat in the passenger in her black cloak and Tyler was in the back, his hair combed back with gel.
“I still don’t think you should be going alone.”
“She’s an old friend, I’ll be fine.” The Lady said as she pulled the cloak over her head and opened the door. “Wait here.”
The warehouse was large, and in the boondocks of Lovecraft. The fixture above the door flickered with a temperament. When she pushed it open, it squealed loudly and echoed into the large building.
The inside lights were off, the large shelves which ran up to the ceiling were stocked with garbage.
She continued to walk, and her footsteps echoed eerily, until she came to the center of the warehouse. There were monitors along the wall, and a lone table in the middle of the room, right before a set of stairs that went up to what looked like a control room.
“Can I help you?”
The voice came from the shadows.
Lady Miras tried to hold the in the gasp from her being startled.
“I’ve come to speak with Tituba.”
“Tituba… Tituba, Tituba, Tituba, the name doesn’t ring a bell.”
Finally, he revealed himself from the shadows.
His eyes were a cloudy white and full of misdirection. It was as if he looked at her, but deeper, as if he tried to peer into her very soul.
“I was told there was a pack of 8 foot hounds, hanging around here as well.” She said beginning to retrace her steps.
“Oh there was, but I dispatched them quite easily. I’m actually pretty impressed with myself.” He said running his tongue along his fangs.
“You see where this is a problem then? I came for an army of Lycans and have found you.” She said removing the hood of her cloak.
“I’m sorry to disappoint.”
“No matter. You have wasted enough of my time.”
He breathed in deeply, flexing his nostrils and as he exhaled he flashed again his monstrous set of fangs.
“My dear, you are ancient. It seems you’ve had nothing but time. Something we have in common…” He said with a laugh. “I wonder if like wine, blood sweetens with age.”
vs
Remy Lestrade
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The little woman returned into the quaint living room. The tea set in her hand quivered in her weakening grip as she set it down onto the coffee table.
“I’m so glad you came to see me, Mary was it?”
“Yes. Oh thank you.” She said as she cupped the small mug.
“What brings you to Little Lovecraft? You’ve come such a far way for this old little place.”
“Oh, Miss Luz, I see so much potential in Lovecraft, but I came looking for an old friend you may remember, Tituba?”
Miss Luz stopped mid-sip, holding the ceramic mug to her lips, her eyes puzzling over the woman before her, looking with much more discernment now.
“Tituba? Oh why, I can’t say I recall that name. How did you say you knew Madame Burke?”
“Oh, I was an apprentice for a short time… Her last apprentice.”
Miss Luz sipped her tea again, clearing her throat and then eyed the rustic clock on the wall.
“My dear, you must be confused. Tituba is but a myth. A legend to scare children, I’m afraid. I’m quite sorry, but if this is why came-“ She began to stand up, but at the wave of Lady Miras’ hand she fell back into the chair.
“Perhaps, I should start again you old witch. I am Lady Miras, long lost queen of the witches, and I have come back to take the Counsel and Little Lovecraft. But I am looking for an old friend. Where. Is. Tituba?”
The old woman’s eyes turned a ghoulish black, and bled a onyx hue. A single vein protruded from from the Lady’s temple, and an aura of mystic energy collided between the two benders of elements but for moment.
“You old witch, your power has faded.”
The old woman screamed in agony as her eyes faded back to normalcy. Her nose began to run with blood and she frantically ran her tongue across her lips, tasting her own mortality.
“She is here! She is here in Lovecraft!”
“Where?” Lady Miras said rising to her feet.
“No one knows. She has secluded herself from the Counsel.” She said wiping the rest of the blood from beneath her nose. “There were talks that she is running with the mystic beasts of the land. That she leads them now.”
“Werewolves?”
She nodded.
“Very well. Thank you, my fair elder.”
Lady Miras strode to the door, which opened at her thought’s request. Mark and Tyler stood on the other side, leaning against the walls of the apartment’s corridor.
Tyler approached her and smirked, and his mother smiled kindly in reply as she placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Please, take care of my friend son.”
“With pleasure Mother…”
----
Miles outside of Little Lovecraft
The black SUV pulled up slowly onto the gravel road. Mark was at the wheel, his hands at ten and two. Lady Miras sat in the passenger in her black cloak and Tyler was in the back, his hair combed back with gel.
“I still don’t think you should be going alone.”
“She’s an old friend, I’ll be fine.” The Lady said as she pulled the cloak over her head and opened the door. “Wait here.”
The warehouse was large, and in the boondocks of Lovecraft. The fixture above the door flickered with a temperament. When she pushed it open, it squealed loudly and echoed into the large building.
The inside lights were off, the large shelves which ran up to the ceiling were stocked with garbage.
She continued to walk, and her footsteps echoed eerily, until she came to the center of the warehouse. There were monitors along the wall, and a lone table in the middle of the room, right before a set of stairs that went up to what looked like a control room.
“Can I help you?”
The voice came from the shadows.
Lady Miras tried to hold the in the gasp from her being startled.
“I’ve come to speak with Tituba.”
“Tituba… Tituba, Tituba, Tituba, the name doesn’t ring a bell.”
Finally, he revealed himself from the shadows.
His eyes were a cloudy white and full of misdirection. It was as if he looked at her, but deeper, as if he tried to peer into her very soul.
“I was told there was a pack of 8 foot hounds, hanging around here as well.” She said beginning to retrace her steps.
“Oh there was, but I dispatched them quite easily. I’m actually pretty impressed with myself.” He said running his tongue along his fangs.
“You see where this is a problem then? I came for an army of Lycans and have found you.” She said removing the hood of her cloak.
“I’m sorry to disappoint.”
“No matter. You have wasted enough of my time.”
He breathed in deeply, flexing his nostrils and as he exhaled he flashed again his monstrous set of fangs.
“My dear, you are ancient. It seems you’ve had nothing but time. Something we have in common…” He said with a laugh. “I wonder if like wine, blood sweetens with age.”