Topic: Dreamer, Not Deceased

Punk Rock Pixie

Date: 2007-08-26 01:38 EST
Lilith was wandering through the cemetary as she was often wont to do, humming quietly to herself. The pixie was kindly refreshing drooping flowers amongst the graves as she heard the sounds of laughter from what appeared to be a crystal coffin encasing two women. She fluttered over on wings of crimson, delicate like the leaves of a pointsettia plant, and sat cross legged atop the coffin. Staring down at the one with the ligature marks on her throat, she listened. The smile twitched, she yelped and took to wing, hovering above it. With a glance at the names engraved, the one laughing in her...deadness, was either Chiana or Valentine.

Lilith proceeded to settle once more, cross legged, and stared at the woman. She wrapped on the glass, "Hey you! Are you dead?"

No reply, of course.

She pursed crimson lips, and tucked an errant lock of ebon hair behind an ear. A breeze gently blew the scarlett streaks in her hair, as well as the wings of the same hue. She sat for a long while, not moving. She could just make out the soft sounds of...dreams. This one was not dead...did they know this?"

So, Lilith began to talk to her. "Hey, I don't know if this thing is sound-proof or not, but...hi. I guess your comatose or something. Damn, don't the doctors in Rhydin check for this crap? Anyway...nice duck!"

She waved good-bye to the apparently comatose human, and fluttered off to find someone to tell about this.

Punk Rock Pixie

Date: 2007-08-27 00:10 EST
Lilith Danu returned to the site of Valentine De La'Croix's final resting place, after asking around about her and studying anything in the Oracle she could find about the woman. Apparently, she had been strangled with her own toy duck, but...she was not dead. How incompetant was the city watch' Or was it the fault of the coroner"

She approached the crystal encasing Valentine and her friend, whom Lilith now knew to be the semi-infamous-but-not-really, Chiana Vitrano. She read up on her as well, out of morbid curiousity. Climbing a top it to sit cross-legged, Lilith rapped on the crystal. "Hey, you, sleeping beauty!" she shouted. Mourners near the entombed pair turn to glare at her, she shrugs and smiles sweetly in apology. "Sorry...don't mind us. Just havin' a bit of girl talk."

Valentine's body was either preserved very well, or, she was in fact, not dead. The later was what Lilith suspected to be true. Admiring the pair silently, so as not to disturb the other mourners again, she began playing with her pixie magick. Toys of a more evil bent began appearing around Valentine...a headless Chatty Kathy, a wind-up bat, and a black demon rubber ducky, complete with horns and pointy tail. Grinning as she amused herself, she decided to slip a scarf about Valentine's wrist...one that Lilith would herself be seen wearing: black gauzy silk covered in white skull and cross bones.

The sun set, and she began to talk to Valentine, having not much else planned for the night. "So, doll face. What's it like to be entombed alive" It must really bite. " She lays down on her stomach, still a top the crystal coffin. Tracing the lines of Valentine's face with a short, black polished nail. "I bet you're one hell of a party animal. I read about you...talked to a few people. That friend of your's, Chiana" Her friend was here earlier...Belle" She was crying and arguing with some demon guy...called him Master. Apparently, she's trying to get you both sprung from the Afterlife."

After awhile of idle chatter with the apparently comatose woman, she looks up at the crescent moon, taps the identical shaped tattoo on her temple, and decides it's time to go torment some Rhydinian's. "Catch 'ya later, hot stuff. " She flutters her wings, hops down off the coffin, and wanders out of the cemetary.

VinylValentine

Date: 2007-08-27 20:08 EST
In her dark and tortured dreams, most of which are just memories re-playing in her mind, Valentine hears a pounding that she at first incorperates into her current nightmare. Thinking nothing of it, she floats helpless, lost in the tangled web of her shattered mind. Pain and horror can twist a girl!

She whimpers and cries out, but only in her mind; until she senses a being enter her thoughts. It is strong, dark, and immensely powerful. She swims toward it, clinging to the whisps of it's power that trail behind. Speaking to her through emotions and visualizations, it forces her to consciousness, to understanding. Her already twisted mind has been further damaged, but...there is still some spark of Valentine De La'Croix.

A day goes by, and she feels things around her; the satin beneath her body, the presecence of something cold and dead beside her, and more recently, items surrounding her. Her wrist itches, she strains to open her eyes, to speak, to move even her little finger, but fails. Exhausted, she falls into a deep sleep once more, but this time, she will wake. This time, it is truly a natural sleep. Images of a dark haired fairy haunt these dreams.

In her sleep, her body finds it's lost functions of movement, of breathing. She rolls gently onto her side, but is startled awake by a horrendously loud "SQUEAK", like that of a rubber duck. It echos off the confining crystal walls of her tomb. She tries to sit up, but wacks her head sharply on the clear crystal roof above her. Lying prone once more, she stares up at the sky, and waits. Waits for that fairy, she knows she had something to do with this, she would have answers.

Punk Rock Pixie

Date: 2007-08-28 19:03 EST
Dragging the reluctant vampire woman over to Valentine and Chiana's grave, she pointed at the woman who lie awake beneath the crystal.

"Look...see? I told you. Get that little demon guy you have wrapped around your little finger to....dig her out, or something. Do it. "

Standing at only 5'2", she did not make much of an opposing figure, but the look on her face said she'd at least make the fight interesting.

Belle De Morte

Date: 2007-08-28 19:08 EST
She sighed, rolled her eyes, and called to him. Glaring at Lilith, as if to say, C'mon, a little privacy, please?

Not bothering to notice if the little fae left, or not, she set to work along side that little imp whom long ago found he could deny her nothing. Together, they managed extricate the woman from her crystal coffin. With a shrug at the damage, she hauled Chiana out of there as well, and took her body with her. She considered that a fair trade.

Without waiting for any thanks, gratitude, or dirty looks, she swung Chiana's lifeless body over her shoulder and stormed out of the cemetary. Looks of disgust were tossed her way, but she didn't care. Chiana was hers.