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 Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 6:43 pm
*POOF* *pink smoke clears and reveals [The Nitemare Beauty] Syn and [Magical Girl] Phonie at the entrance to the Atrium of the Villa Vivikadvra*
Phonie: *gasps* Oh, it's the Dark Empress herself! *points to Cosette, leaning back in a chair reading The Hobbit and smoking Ritherwhyte* I didn't expect her to be so...pretty.
Syn: Actually, Phonie, she is the princess now, since her mother's return. And yes, she is very beautiful, isn't she? Those shining eyes, how they fill the soul with their color! Gold itself cannot compare!
Cosette: *ignoring praise* You really should announce yourself next time. We would have been completely unprepared but for my divinations. When shall we start the interview?
*universal awkwardness*
You did come to interview me, right?
Syn: *smiling gently, wisely* Actually, Your Majesty, we came to see Mistress Narshe--
Cosette: *voice crackling with black rage* You what!?!
Phonie: The producers thought that, since she won the contest--
Cosette: The...contest?
Phonie: *quizzically* You know...the one on the internet?
Cosette: *confused* What?
Phonie: *in an aside* [It hasn't been invented yet....] Uhmm...nevermind. Can we see her--
Syn: If you don't mind us borrowing your servant for a while, future queen....
Cosette: *reclining regally, waves hand dismissively* Of course, Syn, but we will talk one of these days, hmm?
Syn: Whenever and wherever you choose, Princess.... *smiles chivalrously, and manages to kiss Cosette's hand, causing her to blush* We merely thought that you were too preoccupied with your mother's return, and, before that, with your empirical duties to grace our stage, or to have us as visitors in your home. *smiles apologetically* We even thought twice about interviewing your servant, really....
Cosette: I suppose I have been busy. *sighs* Narshe, we have company! See that you don't...have too much fun with them--Syn here has promised me an interview....
Narshe: *comes from the next room gracefully, smiling too-widely* Ah, and fallen angels have the best flavor, too....
Syn: *glides up to Narshe* That we do--but where do you want to conduct the interview, Mistress? *gets very close and whispers* *Narshe giggles, and Phonie sighs, then pouts*
Narshe: Very well--the laboratory, then? *looks at Phonie, and back at Syn* A magical girl? Isn't she a little too...dangerous to be conducting interviews?
Syn: Crowd control--you know...mostly for the fangirls....
Narshe: Ah, personal security.... *nods knowingly, then turns and leads the duo to the laboratory*
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 11:03 pm
A heavy door shuts behind the group, sealing the arcanist's workshop off from the rest of the villa. After walking past shelves of artifacts, files, and miscellaneous parts, Narshe, Phonie, and Syn find themselves sitting in the portion of the laboratory with the more *interesting* equipment.
Narshe: Sit down there, and please don't mind the blood. I was just having a snack before you got here... *there is a whimpering sound from a door to the back of the room, which Narshe swiftly kicks shut* Well, well, *fanged smile* do tell me what it is that warrants a visit from such tasteful company...
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 2:20 pm
Phonie: Mistress Narshe, you've won the popular Miss DMO contest! The audience loves you! WAA~~~ *opens frilly pink portal where audience swoons, demons hold up *I heart Narshe* signs, vampire wannabes bow down in worship* See? Love! Adoration! Worship!.
Syn: *cough* Phonie, lets not frighten our guest.... *claps and portal disappears* We were wondering, Mistress, if you'd be so kind as to tell us--and your loyal fans--how long you've been working for the Imperial Line...?
Phonie: YES! *smiles brightly; glowing fungus appears on a nearby blood puddle* And tell us, who was your favorite Empress, and your least, and why!?!
Syn: Let's try not to overload Mistress Narshe with our questions, okay?
Phonie: *pouts*
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 6:34 pm
Narshe: Oooh, who would have thought I was so popular?
Narshe: How long have I been working for the Imperial line? Since my birth, I suppose. That would be sometime around thirteen hundred... so many years ago... *slight wistful sigh*
Narshe: That's right, I'm not a created vampire--I was born, just like most humans. My clan is one of the last surviving lines of pure-blood vampires, as a matter of fact. The Landraner clan was the natural choice for preserving the Garidion family line, first of all because of our longevity as vampires, but moreover for our ability to use magic. We would make unfortunate tutors for our mistresses otherwise.
Narshe: My favorite mistress... hard to choose... well it must have been Empress Lavell. She was my most interesting... playmate, if you will. How so? *glances around* We're on camera, are we? *whispers in Phonie's ear*
Phonie: *Eyes wide as saucers* oh. Wow.
Narshe: As for least favorite, that's too easy, unfortunately. *eyes seem suddenly a tad more red than before* Carmine.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:20 pm
Syn: Could it have been the slight sensuality of your movements, the sweet redness of your lips, your eyes, the amicability of your nature--or could it be your--
Phonie: *elbows him* Flirt after the show, lover boy. *rolls eyes, and in an aside to Narshe* Angels. So quick to romance, and so slow to reason.
Narshe: Yes, that does seem to be the case....
Syn: *coughs and tries to hide blush* So...your whole clan...what happened to them? And why would they choose to bow to a human rule? *sighs dramatically* Even divinely inspired, humans are little good for anything but pawns. It seems such a shame that a race so mighty and beautiful, the personification of romance and tragedy together, should hail a hu--
Phonie: *pokes him with staff, coughs* Well, anyway, what of Lavell? Please, tell us more of her--such an interesting topic, romance...wouldn't you say, Syn?
Syn: Of course, of course! As I've always said, there are no two topics as universally interesting as love and loss. You, vampyress, seem to have a great deal of each. But another topic seems to eclipse this one: Carmine. I know that look in your eyes, ma cherie. I have seen it in many. Even in a mirror, a time or two. Hatred, vengeance, longing to strike, but never daring. Loathing, but essentially helpless, wishing for something nameless, formless....
Phonie: ... *a long silence is broken by the gentle clapping of a little hand on a sun-kissed shoulder; whispers* Syn, remember your place. *she looks at the cameras, and the lenses turn a soft rose; her eyes swivel to Narshe, revealing an agelessness covered by youth* Carmine hurt you. Took something from you. Didn't she? *pause* Not something. Someone.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:31 pm
Narshe: What you don't love, you can't lose--but I still have a sense of right and wrong... a relative sense, mind you, but a sense nonetheless. Carmine disappoints me, and Knale infuriates me... those two, they're a made in heaven match to be sure. Since I can't use inappropriate words here, there's not much more I have to say. *looks sour* Hmph. I don't really want to talk about it.
Narshe: Did you have anything else you wanted to ask about? My other talents? My Measurements? My favorite flavor of human perhaps?
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:38 pm
Syn: Actually, Mistress, I will need both your measurements and your tastes if I am to take you--ah, that is to say, interview you--in The Devil's Cafe. I know how much I enjoy the music and the...ambiance there, and Phonie--
Phonie: I love the tea--the darker the brew, the better--although I do like pomegranate cider! Oh, and the wine! Persephone's blend is amazing!
Narshe: She...drinks?
Syn: Actually, she has a rather refined palate where beverages are concerned. She'll drink the best, or nothing at all. And she can hold her liquor very well--probably because she's always acting a little tipsy--which is good, because drunk magical girls can be...dangerous. Even in Hell. Oh, Phonie, but wouldn't she look simply divine in a deep red! *laughs* Ah, poor choice of words, I know, but with a dash of garnet jewelry, her eyes would sparkle like rubies in red wine! *Phonie nods, taking out a notably pink tape measure*
Narshe: I haven't agreed to this, you know--
Syn: Oh, and those curves! We'll have to take inventory of those. Maybe something deeply cut, with just a touch of scandal. And a necklace with black roses! The dress could be trimmed with black lace, *Phonie nods emphatically as she measures Narshe* and--
Narshe: Hello? *sighs as Syn and Phonie chatter back and forth about proper perfumes* I guess we'll just continue this over dinner. *steals glance at Syn, realizing Cosette smoking from her pipe in the doorway*
Cosette: Dinner between the two of you? *snort* I wonder who I feel worse for....
Syn: *interjecting* And which of us will be eaten alive, the fallen angel or the vampire sorceress? Check in next time for Narshe interview #2: A Date at The Devil's Cafe!
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