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Abominations of the Underworld

Genevieve - In the Lab, as always.

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'Je suis comme un oiseau, je ne ferai que m'envoler
Je ne sais pas où est mon âme, je ne sais pas où est mon foyer...'

Softly she sang with her raspy, yet finely tuned voice; the melody carried along the dimly lit corridor, accompanying her echoing footfalls as she traipsed along the strangely patterned brickwork. Each long leg kicked up a bit in a dainty dance as she admired the favoured human items she wore: dark suede boots. There was a time when she hated to don footwear of any kind, but ever since Alpha Leo had these made for her, custom fit for her feet, only then did she begin to enjoy wearing boots. She hated the feel of walking the cold floor afterall.

A long, slender, pale and hairless hand traced the grooves between bricks in the corridor as she went now. A slight tilt of her head brought wave upon wave of flowing platinum blonde hair swishing to the right as keen ears listened to the sound of fingertips dragging upon grout. Dark lips, normally set in a pout, pulled upward in response to the sensations. Pale blue eyes, normally glistening and ever watchful, drifted close; something about the feel and sound of tracing the grooves warmed her heart... it was calming. It was comforting; out of the cage and not so lonely.

When she finally reached the end of the corridor, the blonde began smoothing out her white nightgown, hands moving from hipbones to just below the knee where the hem was already faded and beginning to fray. Neath the lone lamp she stretched up to her full five foot, ten inches and listened, nose upturned a bit as she sniffed the air. Amelie was in the 'den' and she had a new visitor.

The whining sound of a swinging cage door. The familiar cringe as metal hit metal. The utter finality of a big iron lock clicking shut.

A sigh escaped her; shoulders rising and falling just like her heart. It was her turn now. Genie pouted. Her ears would flatten and tail would lower... if only she had bigger pointy ears and a long bushy tail for this body. Another sigh.

Alpha Leo had been working hard of recent times, so hard in fact that he was not feeding properly. In these times, he would allow (or forget, she was not sure which one) Genie to wander the laboratory; 'the lair.' She knew better now not to touch anything nor bother him, for if she did it would mean an early ushering back into the cage. Still, she would walk around singing softly as she eyed the wonderous, yet equally terrifying shiny and dark items, heavily stitched and fortified gear, flashing and buzzing machines, glowing and drippy tubes and other strange apparatus and hand written notes of a mad genius.

Genie could read now, but no where near the expertise nor command of Alpha Leo. But still she would try to comprehend the hastily scrawled words upon parchment and even more parchment scattered through out the lab. The drawings and diagrams she did not fully comprehend but they were pretty... and some of them had very lovely drawings of goddesses. Apparently Genie was not the only one.

Something about that knowledge enthralled her but scared her all the same. Yes, there were more; more like her... but where were they? And why were they not allowed to come back to 'the lair'? Was something wrong with her? Something wrong with them? Were they in the dangerous outside lost, trapped or even worse, dead? For three years she had been with Alpha Leo and he always told her--

“Bonjour, Genevieve...”

Genie jumped and covered her mouth to stifle her surprised yelp. Soon enough blue eyes reflected the calming of her heart as she laid eyes upon Amelie. If the two-leggers had a form of a goddess, then the female form before Genie would be the one.

“Bonjour, Mme. Amelie...” said Genie with a lowering of the eyes as she softened her smile and curtsied politely.

Eye contact was desired between two-leggers and a grin was not a sign of aggression, Genie had finally come to grips with. But still, when greeting either Alpha Leo or Amelie, she still lowered her eyes. And still Genie did not grin. Her version of a grin was akin to that of a true canine; her mouth opened and her tongue lolled out... but strangely enough, two-leggers saw the lolling out of a tongue as a sign of disrespect. So confusing. But still, Genie knew to curb such an expression now.

If she had a tail in this form, it would begin to wag amiably as Amelie patted Genie twice on the head. Then after a pause, a third one. Yes, this was the only type of physical contact between the two females, but it was one cherished by Genie even if the pats were not meant as modes of affection, but that of communication.

Two pats meant to be vigilant. A single pat meant Amelie had arrived or that she was leaving and Genie should adjust her behaviour accordingly.

Genie peered over her shoulder, light brown eyebrows slanting away as she fondly watched Amelie take leave. Each step the vampire took, each swing of her hip, each sway of her arm, each swish of her hair made Genie wonder that much more what it should be like to warmly nuzzle her frame affectionately against--

“Genevieve...”

The blonde jumped once again. The vampire did not turn around, but the warning tone was more than enough to make Genie's head swivel quickly away from Amelie's departing form. A smile remained etched upon her visage regardless. Genie's accent was like that of Alpha Leo, different from Amelie, yet something about the language and songs she learned from Amelie was easier to grasp and more... familiar. And she liked how Amelie pronounced Genie's name.

Genevieve. Alpha Leo said it like: “JEN-uh-veev.” Which was nice. But Amelie said it like: “Zhon-vee-EV,” which was even nicer, especially with the sound of her accent and motion of her lips.

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Inside the quiet of the cage now, Genie pulled the door close and, through the iron bars, she manipulated the lock until it snap shut. Over to her pile of blankets she turned then took pause. Chin fell to chest; a lowering of blue eyes and head in defeat.

Genie sighed as she slowly began pulling her white gown over her head, waltzing over towards her blankets. A shiver ran down the spine of her lithe nude form before she knelt down and began folding her gown into an neat little square. A small grunt from her throat escaped as she turned and sat her little rear upon the blankets. Blue eyes traced down her long pale legs before finally resting upon her suede boots. As her eyes savoured the sight of her favoured items, both hands began to adjust the allowance of the black collar around her neck. Each adjustment made her wince as the needles jostled about, but she expertly made sure not to press too hard; with each motion she could easily inject herself with more painful 'goddess inhibitor juice,' as Alpha Leo called it.

A wistful sigh escaped her, then at long last, she yanked both boots off begrudgingly. She took one final glance at the pretty pair standing guard over her nightie. Oh, how lovely and warm they were... But soon enough she was smiling again when she took in the sight of her pale and hairless wriggling toes; for it was the last sight of this monstrous and hideous form before she became beautiful again.

Blue eyes of a different kind took in the black, white and grey sight of the newcomer lying prone in the cell across from her. A nose, much darker and much more sensitive took in the scent of its wounds, its unique signature aromatics and foul smelling substance dribbling from its mouth. No, she could not see colour when she was beautiful, but she knew that whatever it was that dribbled from its mouth was not red blood alone. This was another 'test subject.' And Genie knew she had to pretend to be a new test subject too whist she regarded and took in the progress of the new comer.

Upon her haunches she rested now, white fur gleaming from her beautiful body as she watched the prone form of the new comer begin to stir. Her most favoured item of her wolf form she could feel stir into thankful life as her hopes began to rise; perhaps this time, this new comer would be able to tell her its name?

With that thought her beloved and favoured tail began to beat in soft, swishing, furry rhythm upon the cold bricks of her cell. Hopefully this one would survive and not explode in a screaming flood of blood, bone and flesh and leave her as a lone wolf yet again.

Even God Cares Not (Interest Check)

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!

Soooo... is there gunna be a new interest check up? Like there's peeps accepted but do you know if they are still around? Wulp... other than Xionist up ^there :3

The Reawakening - Advanced, modern day, elemental magic RP

K, soooo.... for the bonding scene does it needs to take place in the wilderness or a non-urban setting?

And as for the NPC 'liking' muh bad girl Polly... wulp, she's rather manipulative so there's that ;DDDD

De’ Seil Carnival - Soul Collecting Carnival

Urmuhgurd! CeCi has no friends U,u! And now she has an enemy! @@! -dies-

XD

Love the chart Quarthex^^~~!!

Hrms... I really should finish muh chart and update with thoughts on Vol then... Later~~<3!!

Abominations of the Underworld

Ooookaaayyyy....

Urms... so... like we're still on rights? Ya still want me to post, muh Lady?

De’ Seil Carnival - Soul Collecting Carnival

Gunna have a post up sometime this weekend^^ Not much by way of performing but CeCi will be doing lights, pyrotechnics and watching for bad guys! ~Later~~<3!!

The Reawakening - Advanced, modern day, elemental magic RP

K, so I'mma leave Nikhil alone then and just post something in passing about him. Tomorrow, k? ~~Later~~<3!!

Abominations of the Underworld

Hi Ryse!^^

Right. Gonna go out tonight then be back and try to finish post, k?

The "Real" World [Open]

Probs be posting something tomorrow.

Even God Cares Not (Interest Check)

K, here she is^^

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Name: My name is Daniella Etoile Elbanna. My parents always wanted me to be a star soooo... yeah. That's my middle name. Lulz... but here in the labs, they labeled me NV-317...

Age: 18 but.. minus a decade. Cuz yeah, I act like a little kid most of the time. Just can't help it sometimes...

Appearance:
Yeah. Okay. I'm like only 5'2. But! I'm cute, right? RIGHT! Lulz. Wut-evs.... So... the hair... I kinda' like it shaved like that... sorta'... but so not my first choice. It was them. They cut my hair so I'm not 'dangerous.' Right. I'm little... and yeah, my hair is the most dangerous part on me! I'm not dangerous. But because of what they did... well maybe they have right to think I am now...

History: I loved them. Like okay, they wanted me to be Princess Idol but like... I can sing... sorta cuz I took lessons, but I just wanna' draw, all right? I don't watch all the animes and shows, but I can draw like them. Maybe they want me to be all diva cuz they're from big cities. My mom is from Montreal and my dad is from Los Angeles. Maman dun speak Francais, Papi dun speak Espanol. Yeah... but my name sounds exotic, right? Lulz... but what-evs... I'm a good kid. Naw, really, I am! I do chores and stuff for them. I'm an only child and moms and dads dun have good jobs, so we all pitch in.

That was until their 'accident.' They accidentally opened the door and let them in...

Y'know how it is. They say God works in mysterious ways. They also say God loves all His children and wants only the best for them... why would God let them die like that?! They were good people! Why would He let them suffer?! God turned a blind eye when he let Them kill my parents. The last thing I remember of them was all that blood soaking in the carpets. And... and the screams...

Screw you, God! Why did you let them make me listen to my folks die...? Why?!! I just could not look. I kept my eyes lowered. I didn't want to see how it happened to them. My folks...

My folks... they tried to hide me. The darkness that played with me... they said was devil-work. And 'those' girls...? they never let me have a sleep-over when they found out. More devil-work. I'm good. I am GOOD!!!! But when I get sad, I hide in the dark. No one can find me. When I get mad, my hair... actually, the shadow of my hair is all spiky and sharp... but it doesn't draw blood... it drinks you... 'feeds your soul to the Devil,' my dad said. Did I tell you about my dad? They let dad scream until they slashed his throat. Screams turned to choking gurgles... Screw. You. God. My dad was amazing! I loved him! I still do!

So... they cut my hair. That's why I'm bald. Like, it's weird. I had this thing for short haired chicks... and now I'm one of them! Less hair up here now than down there, right? RIGHT! Hahahah! Nevermind... but without my hair, I'm like... well I can still pull and shape shadows... but... I can't stab n' slice...and 'drink souls.' Wut-evs... like I that could do anything against their “scientists,” right?

K, so like, my friends were all weirdos... Artistas! But even they didn't understand me. I was like silly all the time cuz... none of them were in the closet, so like, yeah... wut-evs. They can't understand what its like to be different. Like okay, they were different from the different peeps, but still... none of them had what I had... crushes on chicks and the ability to make the dark dance like a demon.

My moms said that the Devil is a liar and tempts you to your own doom. And that vengeance begets vengeance. She also said, “Don't hurt my Dani Star! She is freakish, but she is not a monster!!!” That's what she said before she kept begging them to stop. Then three shots rang out before she fell silent forever. Oh, moms... She shrieked in pain for a couple of minutes before the third shot mercifully put her down. Last thing my moms said was not: "I love you, bestest daughter EVER!!” Hells no. She said I was: Freakish. But not a monster... Love you too, mommy... I do... no matter how much it hurt me when you would say what you always said about me.

My dad once said that I have to fight the Devil to rid myself of its work upon me. Hells no. I embrace the Devil so that I can be me.

They call me NV-317 here. NV. Envy. No. Just no. NV are initials. My 'friends' in the lab call me that. But... oooohhh... If I was a super hero, my folks would call me Dani Star!!! Nope. Not gonna happen cuz I'm NV now. Hey, 'member there was a pod cast with those initials? But I'm not Night Vale. Naw. I'd call me: NightVeil. Cuz I'd be a villaine. Hidden behind a veil of shadow. Yeah, I'd say I embrace the Devil 'cuz I'm just like her. I will lie and tempt others to their own doom. Right. So what now?

I'll tell you what now:

You killed my parents and the life I knew.

Now, I'm going to kill all of you and live the life I want.

Vengeance begets vengeance said mommy. And she was right about that. And about me. I'm a freak. And I'm a monster.

They call me: NV-317, but you will know me as Night. And I am going to bring the Devil in the dark to see you. Oh. And yeah...

Screw. You. God.

I'm done with you and I am going to bring them all to hell with me.

Abilities: Shadow Manipulator (ability to shape shadows and hide and move within as if it was 3D space, but cannot make it solid. Only when she had long hair she was able to make shadow solid but only shadow around her head. 'Solid' shadow could drain the victim of energy till they passed out. The energy would then feed her shadow powers)

Skills: She can draw and is hard working and tries to be a good person. That's about it.