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:: Nikita turned ghost eyes to the side as the bar keep, scurrying form something that had obviously frightened his mortal soul, almost knocked her over. Elegant digits curled upwards slightly, dark nails scratching at the wood as she managed to maintain her balance, perched as she was on top of a bar stool tipped back on two legs. The female's head twisted slightly, blind-appearing eyes managing to catch the almost shadow-shroud form of a middle aged male. A white eyebrow arched along the female's forehead, lips twisting upwards into something that was meant to be a smile, but only managed to show off the female's blue tinted lips and white, straight teeth. Those elegant fingers, having started about tapping the flesh pads against the table, stopped in their motion and reached up to tuck several ghost- white hair behind delicate sears.
The woman's tongue flicked out, dragging a crossed her lower lip, tasting the concoction that she had slathered upon her lips this morning as she turned her body slightly, dark fabric of her dress making the movement easier than it would have been if she were in jeans. A moment, then two, later and Nikita was sauntering for the oh-so-scary male, her iris'-less eyes fixated upon his shocking form. He was something that the female, an odd sort of Deamon, had never seen before- but that was okay.
Nikita loved to learn new things. ::
Nikita Mourning
She who was Born with half a Soul, allowing another to hold the Fragmented shards, an entenal Soul Mate, a Twin to her Being; Tesla.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Saken
Last seen at: Twisted Path
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Nikita Mourning's Story
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:: Nikita blinked a little bit, as if she were shocked that the male were offering her a seat- what a warm welcome, despite the fact that his lips didn't part and words were not pushed out. None the less the deamon found herself sitting down into the offered chair, her shoulders pressing back against the wood, one leg crossing over the other. Once more she began that soft tapping of fingers upon the table, white eyes locked upon his crimson ones. Nikita was just content with staring at him, those iris less eyes seeming almost a shock, but not to him, no.
Nikita could tell that she was not impressive to the male, despite her lack of coloring. Lips pursed a tad bit, those blue slashes against such pale skin standing out as if she were a purple imp. For a moment, Nikita considered leaning forward, to whisper at him in her sweet, husky voice, to see if she could entice him to speak but she wouldn't. Perhaps he would crack first? One could never know with an unknown species. And Nikita did so love her experimentations with other races.Come on, sweety. Crack for me.::
Nikita could tell that she was not impressive to the male, despite her lack of coloring. Lips pursed a tad bit, those blue slashes against such pale skin standing out as if she were a purple imp. For a moment, Nikita considered leaning forward, to whisper at him in her sweet, husky voice, to see if she could entice him to speak but she wouldn't. Perhaps he would crack first? One could never know with an unknown species. And Nikita did so love her experimentations with other races.Come on, sweety. Crack for me.::
:: He still did not speak. In Nikita's experience with men, when she sat down and looked at the, tapping her nails as if she were impatient, they attempted to fill up the silence any which way they could, but not this one. Interesting.
Eyelids descended over those dull orbs as she tilted her head to the side slightly, teeth taking her lower lip into her mouth to nibble upon the skin there for a few moments, head canting to the side to allow white hair to slash a crossed that pale skin, almost like a blade, cutting the flesh.
"Why do you not speak?"
Nikita finally questioned in that soft, seductive voice. It was a question that held a tinge of something- fear? Uncertainty? Surely not. Nikita was beautiful- at least, among her own kind, and even in the eyes of some human beings. So that was not it. No, she was just worried that this extraordinary hideous male was not paying attention to her. It could not be everyday that a female of her caliber came to speak with him. ::
Eyelids descended over those dull orbs as she tilted her head to the side slightly, teeth taking her lower lip into her mouth to nibble upon the skin there for a few moments, head canting to the side to allow white hair to slash a crossed that pale skin, almost like a blade, cutting the flesh.
"Why do you not speak?"
Nikita finally questioned in that soft, seductive voice. It was a question that held a tinge of something- fear? Uncertainty? Surely not. Nikita was beautiful- at least, among her own kind, and even in the eyes of some human beings. So that was not it. No, she was just worried that this extraordinary hideous male was not paying attention to her. It could not be everyday that a female of her caliber came to speak with him. ::
Nikita Mourning speaks.
Nikita Mourning stepped into the pulsating, glowing viel of blue and purple light, finding herself, suddenly, in an odd place. In this Wing City that the female had once heard about. The female's dark red lips curled upwards into a smile, head tilting to the side as silken strands of snow-white hair brushed over her ashen cheeks. Dark, impenetrable orbs flickered about the area, taking in the buildings, the trees, the -sights-. It was an odd place, to be surrounded by city and nature at the same time. And Nikita did not enjoy it.
Lexia was simply shocked and amazed at the spectacle that was going on in Wing City. The scared, homeless female generally took this way to Gambit's Bar when she needed food, or drink, or wanted to torture herself by looking for Kazen once more, and never before had the ashen young woman seen such a display. It, to put it frankly, scared and mostly terrified her, and she was awe-struck at the Toyota Cruisers gliding along the streets, like some sort of large predator. Of course, the sensory overload (which was generally kept in a place like Gambit's) did not stop there, for Kazen, upon his motercycle, was heaing down the street and near blowing up Lexia's ear drums.
The female dropped to the ground, her knees hitting the side walk as slender digits curled into the silken strands of brown hair, to press her flesh against her ear and attempt to block out the vibrations from all the noises that were, slowly, invading her mind. Lexia's eyes were squeezed shut, teeth pressed into her lower lip, body trembling as she knelt there, on the sidewalk, looking strangely as if she were praying to some false god, begging forgivness for made-up sins.
The female dropped to the ground, her knees hitting the side walk as slender digits curled into the silken strands of brown hair, to press her flesh against her ear and attempt to block out the vibrations from all the noises that were, slowly, invading her mind. Lexia's eyes were squeezed shut, teeth pressed into her lower lip, body trembling as she knelt there, on the sidewalk, looking strangely as if she were praying to some false god, begging forgivness for made-up sins.
Lexia was still being bothered, it seemed. Lips curved downwards, teeth tugging upon the soft, delicate surface, stripping it of skin until the pale, pink slashes were dotted with crimson beads. The 'praying' seemed not to have worked because the heavy, deranged stare fell upon her with a weight that near-crippled the small woman, forcing her shoulders to roll forward, those dark, fearful eyes to flicker upwards. Marlene. The woman that Lexia had suffered a death glare from in Gambit's one time, a female that Lexia was sure wanted to slit her throat and leave her carcass for the coyotes, if there were any in wing city.
She flinched, but did not flinch away from the female. Dejected, Lexia dropped her fingers, seeming to ignore the child who was bugging her, and arched slender eyebrows in Marlene's direction, lips pursing, her eyes darkening with a an intoxicating mixture of fear and loathing. This was Lexia's competition with Kazen and, although Lexia had little to no chance with the Irish man, she'd attempt to fight for her feelings.
She flinched, but did not flinch away from the female. Dejected, Lexia dropped her fingers, seeming to ignore the child who was bugging her, and arched slender eyebrows in Marlene's direction, lips pursing, her eyes darkening with a an intoxicating mixture of fear and loathing. This was Lexia's competition with Kazen and, although Lexia had little to no chance with the Irish man, she'd attempt to fight for her feelings.
Lexia was shuddering, staring upwards at Marlene as if there was nothing else, as if she was not kneeling upon a dirty street, trying to block out the hideous noises that others made, as if Marlene had, for a few moments, became her entire world. As if she were a mouse, staring, awe-struck, as a cat played and toyed with her, let her run about, scared beyond belief. Of course the ruin, in Lexia's mind, was shattered the moment the female opened her mouth and attempted to lay claim to the thing that Lexia had decided she was going to fight for, that she was going to lay a hand on, have the pleasure of being near, around. A girlfriend too.
A quick shake of the female's head, her thick, tangled brown hair whipping through the air from the force of her rejection. "Look her, Angel," She hissed the word out, as it if were filthy and had no place upon her tongue, "You can not pick and chose who he likes, who he picks. And, if I were you, I'd back off..Because I doubt he wants a female with bigger cajones than him." Defiant brown eyes peered upwards, a spark of anger in their depths. She was -not- going to let this one go, come hell, high water, a bath and some makeup.
A quick shake of the female's head, her thick, tangled brown hair whipping through the air from the force of her rejection. "Look her, Angel," She hissed the word out, as it if were filthy and had no place upon her tongue, "You can not pick and chose who he likes, who he picks. And, if I were you, I'd back off..Because I doubt he wants a female with bigger cajones than him." Defiant brown eyes peered upwards, a spark of anger in their depths. She was -not- going to let this one go, come hell, high water, a bath and some makeup.
Nikita Mourning shuddered a bit, more of that fear curling around her form, infecting her with it's hideous powers. Sapping her of her good nature, of her fearful disposition, of her character, even. The woman, with a gun pressed to her head, had a moment of enlightenment, an epiphany, that dotted her ashen cheeks with a dark red tint. It seemed as if this powerful, attractive woman was..Afraid. Of her, a street rat, a punk, a being who was worth, at least in others eyes, as nothing- but not in Kazen's eyes...
A high pitched, near hysterical laugh filtered out from Lexia's lips, her eyes scrunched close as the musical sound filtered from her lips. "And yet, you worry about a little Gutter rat..Tell me,Angel, did he take you into his home, invite you to eat with him, help you survive?" Her eyebrows arched, a sneer coloring her face, fingers curling upwards. She was worth something, Kazen had promised to protect her..Had given her a home, for a few days.
A high pitched, near hysterical laugh filtered out from Lexia's lips, her eyes scrunched close as the musical sound filtered from her lips. "And yet, you worry about a little Gutter rat..Tell me,Angel, did he take you into his home, invite you to eat with him, help you survive?" Her eyebrows arched, a sneer coloring her face, fingers curling upwards. She was worth something, Kazen had promised to protect her..Had given her a home, for a few days.
Lexia was shocked, amazed, her lips twisted down in a frown, anger written on every line of her face. AIDS, HIV. Those things, something that would make it so that she never had a chance with Kazen, with the male who had helped her.. It was simply too low of a blow, a groin shot to a male. Lexia, once more, grew almost dejected.
"Do it, then, Angel. I dare you. Then, when I kill myself, I'll be sure to leave a lovely little note telling him why, telling him what happened..
He visits me, girlie. Seeks me out, make's sure I'm okay, comes to help me, to be with me. You..You think I'm a threat because he likes me more," She smirked up at Merlene, a last attempt to get her to leave her alone, at least, with the gun and the diseases. "And that just hurts you're dark little heart, doesn't it?"
"Do it, then, Angel. I dare you. Then, when I kill myself, I'll be sure to leave a lovely little note telling him why, telling him what happened..
He visits me, girlie. Seeks me out, make's sure I'm okay, comes to help me, to be with me. You..You think I'm a threat because he likes me more," She smirked up at Merlene, a last attempt to get her to leave her alone, at least, with the gun and the diseases. "And that just hurts you're dark little heart, doesn't it?"
Lexia was getting to this woman, so it seemed. Lips curled upwards into a grave smile, as the female continued to lock her eyes upon Marlene. The sounds of fighting, the yelling, the weapons did not affect the female in this place, deep inside of her mind, locked into a game of what's the truth with Marlene. Her eyes flickered about the woman, hardly noticing the wedding ring- or, perhaps, confusing it's significance. Another mask, a sneer stapled to her face, body infused with her anger, with the slightest feeling of victory, with the knowledge she was getting to this great woman. "He went with you, he found me, you shared drinks, he saved my life, he dined with you in your home, he gave me a home, sat with me, drank with me, and helped me..He -still- stands by me, protects me, 'hangs' with me..What does he o for you?"
Lexia was amazed at the sudden change, and as the woman brought the gun upwards, she tossed herself backwards, away from the insane woman whom was speaking that odd language, that Lexia was not even going to try and decipher. Lips had once more twisted into a frown, her slender form curled upwards in a ball, hands over her head. Protecting herself the best she could.
If Lexia could have gotten away with it, she would have struck out at the male whom was' helping' her upwards, her eyes flickering over to Marlene, unable to understand what she was saying and, despite wanting the woman to back off of the male whom she had come to love, or at least hero-worship, she did not want her to be harmed. To such a degreee.
[]"I, um, I was p-p-pick po-o-cketing her, -a-and.."[/i] she began, stuttering, terrified of the male whom could do such harm to a woman without seeming to feel any repercussions. She looked down, bowing her head a little bit, he entire form trembling. She was unsure if she was going to answer the second question.
[]"I, um, I was p-p-pick po-o-cketing her, -a-and.."[/i] she began, stuttering, terrified of the male whom could do such harm to a woman without seeming to feel any repercussions. She looked down, bowing her head a little bit, he entire form trembling. She was unsure if she was going to answer the second question.
Lexia was not having an easier time speaking now that the male had gotten more strick, and was demanding of her to talk. Her stutter, which was slowly getting better over time, seemed to fall back into it's elementary days, and she was uselessly attempting to spit words out that would please the male whom was scaring the shit outta her, to no anvil. Every time she opened her mouth to speak, the start of a noise would filter from her mouth, wobble in the air, and then fall, flat, lips uselessly attempting to form the rest of the word, but unable to push more than that single syllable out. She, to put it simply, could not speak.
Of course, that did not really stop Lexia. Her arms were windmilling through the air, fingers flying through the empty space, cheeks dotted in sharp red, lips quivering, tears seeming to fill her eyes. The woman was young, a striking age of twenty, and had never been confronted with this large amount of fear- not only for herself, but for another being.
Of course, that did not really stop Lexia. Her arms were windmilling through the air, fingers flying through the empty space, cheeks dotted in sharp red, lips quivering, tears seeming to fill her eyes. The woman was young, a striking age of twenty, and had never been confronted with this large amount of fear- not only for herself, but for another being.
Lexia stumbled backwards, away from the male. Kazen, dead? She could not deal with that- he was her savior, the male who had hurt her, without meaning to, and then saved her. Cheeks darkened even more, and that odd anger welled up inside of her chest, showing how helpless she really was that she could not do anything. Eyes flickered downwards, to rest upon the male's feet, the sobbing female, her fingers balling into fists. No words would be said, but..But she wished she could say them.
Lexia stumbled backwards, scampering out, to hide away from the main area, terrified.
"Mmh.." ~The soft sound slipped from Nikita's lips as she slipped along the path, slightly hunched over and clenching a rather large, misshapen coat to her slender body. The female's black orbs darted around, thin lips pressed tight together in fear as she hurried along the path beneath the soft light of a crescent moon. The necromancer was hurrying away from- something. The soft, irrdscnet, form that she had laid eyes on a few moments before had scared the untrained female to hurrying down this unknown, twisty, path where trees reached out and attempted to grab clothing- and more. She was..Terrified, to put it simply.~
~Freezing at the sight of this-- this woman, she went wide eyed and even more terrified, long digits pressing tight to her arm while she shifted backwards, but her fear of what was behind her was even more series than what was in front of her. She truly was untrained, unable to even see the magical energies around the other female, or feel them in any way other than the immense fear that swamped her. A quick shake of her head had the female's white hair blinding her eyes for a moment, bitting down on her lower lip and peeking at the stranger. A large breath, her chest pushing out, and she attempted to laugh her fear off by speaking in a halting, soft, stuttering voice. "W-what are you doing here?"
"T-there is no such thing as magic!" ~The female's voice squeaked the denial out from her pale lips, her eyes skittering around, looking at the trees, the gnarled branches, the darkness. Everything but the woman whom had just confronted her with the knowledge of the thigns that go bump in the dark. The very things that Nikita always ran away from- like the disembodied spirit that was what had made her slip down this very path. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, her eyes narrowing a slight bit as she stepped back one more, small, step, branches crunching beneath her boots.~
"Th-there is -no- such think as magic!" ~She seemed to state it again, pushing it past her lips. Of course the female was lying, but, it didn't seem to matter to her as the fireball danced about the other woman's form, above her head. The female twisted around, peeking for the projector- for anythign that could make the 'magic' seem like it wasn't magic.
Upon not seeing one the female's lips quivered a bit, a soft, strangled sob falling from her lips as she shuddered and turned to look at the other female, eyes wide with fear, goosebumps traveling a cross her form.~
Upon not seeing one the female's lips quivered a bit, a soft, strangled sob falling from her lips as she shuddered and turned to look at the other female, eyes wide with fear, goosebumps traveling a cross her form.~
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