[@King Tai][@Kyrisse][@Wick][@Venku][@BlackPanther]

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Bored by the show Jac faded from the pub more like dissipating smoke than a person and was once more on the prowl her movements compelled by her own internal soundtrack or changed by the passing of some car whose speakers were warning about Heathens or Tom begging for a Kiss. She was a creature of the dark and in her element as she floated along oblivious to everything beyond her focus which was an old cemetery.


She moved as silent as the sleepers of that hallowed ground drawn to the sound of children weeping towards an overgrown section. It was darker there than the rest of the marble garden behind her and Jac knew it was caused by the sorrows there collected.  It was an old section and connected by the old family and children's service whatever they called it back then. Here they buried the orphan victims of 1917s Spanish Influenza outbreak and as a further sign of neglect an uncaring world forgot about them when they no longer mattered.


She stepped into the center of the children's cemetery her body beginning to undulate like the snake to the charmer’s tune as speaks in a singing voice her words in french   


[center][color=tomato]Écoute-moi, chéri, je viens à toi
Hear me sweet child I come to you
Venez et reposez maintenant votre tête sur mon sein
Come and rest now your head on my bossom
Venez maintenant à celle qui sera votre mère et le repos
Come now to she who will be your mother and rest
Je suis la porte de la vie le guide des morts
I am the gate of life the guide of the dead
Je m'offre à vous qui ont été oubliés et accepter votre douleur et péchés
I offer myself to you who were forgotten and accept your pain and sins
Je Jacqueline Marie Laveau me donne librement et deviens ta porte, ton guide
I Jacqueline Marie Laveau give myself freely and become your gate, your guide[/color][/center]


Any who could see them would note that as she danced to some silent drum the ebony haired witch was being surrounded by the restless dead drawn to her like moths to the flame. They hovered and fluttered like foxfire in that hidden section of the cemetery watching her mesmerized by her energy as she revealed her connection to veil freely exposing herself to them. 


Jac felt them, felt the children and even the other forgotten dead but most of all the children which caused her to cry a mother’s tears as her heart called them to her offering the warmth of her living soul as comfort. To the older spirits she offered to show them the way to the passage of life, the Veil.  Jac was performing the ritual for two reasons and one was because she was compelled to by her maternal self and the other for the power the sins and sorrows she consumed would grant her in the coming days.

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Wedding was all Ester needed to hear and she cringed; she detested the institution after having as she would put it “Escaped that Earthly Slavery” her history in her early years was horrible where marriage was concerned having had to kill five husbands to rid herself of them when they proved in some manner undesirable and incapable.


She said it was a byproduct of her joy of freedom which demanded she be unencumbered to pursue her path wherever it lead which forced her to kill her spouse's; after all for such as she there was no Divorce. So it was with that thought that she answered in a teasing tone her summons to dress.


[color=LightSeaGreen]How lovely a wedding


As long as I’m not the bride another excuse to party.


Lucinda if we had more time I’d have my maids  create for you a thing of fantasy as it is I suppose any old thing will do[/color]