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Post by doreyg on Jul 8, 2008 12:26:32 GMT -8
Light, blaring and golden.
Crawling, crawling at the edge of her mind... Always constant, blare, blare, blare... Never truly dark, stars always shine, glow from everywhere... Human, human, human.
Cora doesn't mind so much, not that she minds anything at all these days but... Sometimes the light grates on her, buzzsaw bright at the edge of her mind.
After all, some of her influence is in the dark, dark alley and in the dusky midnight where voices echo so loud...
But now it is night, and the buzz is slightly calmer at night, children to feed, only a few dedicated shoppers around... So she sits, middle of the centre, staring, staring...
That man will walk home too late in a week, that woman will trip in a inconvenient spot in a month...
It's hard seeing death, unhinges a person.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 8, 2008 12:51:02 GMT -8
The fact of the matter is that Cora is unsettling to all who look at her. Beatrix is no exception. The pale and luminous teenager was on her way -- well, somewhere. She's not telling where. When she saw Cora's profile and something about it caught at her. Beatrix's eyebrows pulled together, searchingly.
And whereas most would scuttle off, or observe from the shadows for a little while, Beatrix chooses to do neither -- instead, she walks over to Cora. Walks up to Cora from the side, understand, gaze focussed.
And steps up onto the step behind Cora, so she's walking along it like a cat.
And stops, you know, maybe three steps away to say: "Is this seat taken?"
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Post by doreyg on Jul 8, 2008 13:11:43 GMT -8
Look up, misty smile at the... Odd, colder, darker.
No death, no death to be sensed, nowhere near, not even a .. She can't sense anything, like a wall blocking her progress.
The mist clears, just a little.
"'Course, sit the seat, chill the wood" she whispers, eyes fixed sharply on Bea's face.
There's been a wall but twice.. And this is the second time, teh first...
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Post by shinigami on Jul 9, 2008 11:50:13 GMT -8
"Thank you!" Beatrix replied, and then jumped (lightly: of course) down to the ground, spread her skirts -- daintily, even -- out, and crossed her legs at the ankles. Her fingers drummed against the bench and she was leaning slightly toward Cora, looking at her with eyes as dark as a mirror in a lightless room. "What's your name?"
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Post by doreyg on Jul 18, 2008 11:23:59 GMT -8
Cora stared, tapped out a absent beat on her leg and frowned rather coldly into space before flinching and shaking out her rather dark hair "they call me Cora, or Morto, or Death."
A very dreamy smile "You are?"
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Post by shinigami on Jul 18, 2008 23:43:32 GMT -8
"Nice to meet you," Beatrix replies, gravely. Very serious is Beatrix, at least as she looks at Cora, now. At Cora's grave-dark hair. "Again."
Her gaze flickers from Cora; moves around the square. There aren't any ghouls or zombies lurking about, are there? Beatrix has a dim half-memory, a memory from another life, that involves an army of shambling corpses; not living dead, not living by any stretch of the imagination, but: animated corpses. There.
Then: the hint of a smile, not quite formed. The hint of mischief, not yet done. There. See? Corner of her mouth. Almost. Just shadow of a smile, really.
"I bet you can guess my name, Cora. Do you still like to play games? I'll bet you something good. If you guess, I'll give you a good night's sleep or a kit kat bar. You can have whichever."
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Post by doreyg on Jul 20, 2008 2:54:06 GMT -8
Cora stares (though not at Beatrix, through Beatrix) and shudders once before her eyes snap into clearer focus and she is glaring... This time at Beatrix.
And even after all this time, even half insane and separated from a lot of what she once was Cora's glare has the potential to make most people take a step backwards and then find a excuse to hurry away... Especially when the few flies hovering around the shopping centre are starting to freeze in midair or drop to the ground.
"Darkness" she says very, very coldly while still glaring "It's been years."
No, she's never much liked being treated just slightly like a child.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 20, 2008 17:15:56 GMT -8
And Cora's GLARE OF DEATH (no, really -- TM glare of death, even!) is a frightening thing. Truly, it frightens Beatrix as much as it fascinates her, and the hint of mischief at the corner of her mouth gets just a little fainter, and her dark, dark eyes widen just a little.
On impulse, she swings her feet up onto the bench and wraps her arms around her knees, so that she's facing Cora still, although her mouth is half-hidden behind her knees.
"Aww, don't look at me that way. I still like games." She wrinkles her nose and sounds quite wistful: "Although I admit, I like them better when I don't lose so quickly."
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Post by doreyg on Jul 22, 2008 14:18:18 GMT -8
If Cora was sane (which she isn't, not even close) she would be evilly laughing right now... And pigeons would be dropping from the sky in a rather incredibly surprised manner.
The Pigeons will thank Cora's insanity daily for their continued existence, probably cults will spring up around her insanity in future generations.
Instead she just rolls her eyes and smirks very, very darkly... And the people who haven't backed away already are backing away now, the normal people of course... Because Cora's stare of death (TM) is accompanied by that smirk of death (TM) and is eventually followed by a point of death.... At a fly, a walking (Okay, buzzing) dead fly isn't as impressive as entire armies of decaying humans but she has to start somewhere, right?
"As I seem to recall our tastes in fun were pretty similar" Cora does another smirk of death (TM) and points at another fly "I always seemed to beat you."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 22, 2008 15:06:19 GMT -8
"That's what you seem to recall, is it," Beatrix says, the hint of a smile in her [darkly radiant] eyes. Cora's smirk and smile and glare were all discomfiting, but Beatrix liked being discomfited as much as she liked being comfited. Truth: Bea? Was just slightly attracted to danger. And the dangerous. And, well, the dark. After all, she was who she was...
"Dying makes it hard to remember."
Dark -- well. Dark was terrifying. Dark was, and could be, more terrifying even than Death. Dark was a mystery, and Dark was a secret, and Dark knew things that nobody else knew, but Dark? Was also, if you got around the reputation, gentle. At least sometimes. At least with her cousins, her siblings-in-Power, Light not included. And she'd always had a soft spot, if you could call it that, for Death, even when Death was lucid. Death was at least fair. Everybody got it!
The furrow between her eyebrows smooths out when Cora points at a fly and it shudders into -- well, definitely not life. Dead shambling flies. Now those? Those could be hilarious, properly applied.
Beatrix lifts her chin so that it's resting atop her knees, and her mouth isn't hidden any longer. "I guess you don't want the Kit Kat Bar, huh?" Her right hand has reached into her purse, which is tiny, tapestry satchel drawstring thing, and she's pulled out a kitkat bar, because damn, if Cora doesn't want it, she totally does.
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