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M. Dietrich

A beautiful woman who reflects no color, she looks like she stepped off a movie reel from the fifties, and she may very well have.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tawanos

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M reflects no color, though she can perceive it just fine. Her clothes are always grey scale as well as is anything she can lift and carry, though once it leaves her person the colors return to whatever it may be. She moves like a normal person, but when she gets agitated or angry there is an odd effect around her, as if frames on a movie reel are skipping, and burn blotches appear. Though once she is calm again they disappear just as quickly.

She has a sculpted face, sharp cheek bones and dark lips that seldom smile, but when they do her entire face seems to glow. Her eyes, though often half lidded are never sleepy, and are always enticing and shaded. Her curly hair looks like platinum, reflecting the light that it catches with a faint glimmer.

Her proportions are ideal, and she has a tendency to wear clothes that accentuate but do not flaunt this fact. White dresses that hug her figure, drawing eyes along her bosom and down to her slender waist and lovely hips. Few men could take their eyes off her legs when she walked and her dresses were always cut to give a glimpse without giving too much away. Though when she spoke, thoughts of her body became secondary to her purr.

Her voice has an unmistakable German accent, a natural purr in her voice draws listeners closer. When she sings she takes their breath away. It is when she sings that she seems to come to life the most and she always smile. Even when she sings her most sad songs, she bares a melancholy smile that has broken hearts and made the strong cry.

Personality

M is a down to earth woman who seeks to make new experiences for herself. After so many years, decades, of doing the same thing over and over, she can't wait to try new things. But she knows that the one thing she does best is and always will be sing.

She has a gentle pace to her that makes her a bit slow in a fast moving world. But she reacts well, bouncing back quickly. She seldom gets upset or angry, but when she does it is a sight to behold.

She has seen to much in some respects that her curiosity about new things has been shunted, but she is growing to discover that her curiosity isn't as dead as she thought though atrophied, it is showing signs of life and recovery.

History

A mysterious woman in black and white. Perhaps she is someone a few recognize, but no, it couldn't be... could it?

She does not share her history, and asks those who may have an idea not to share. It is her secret after all.

So begins...

M. Dietrich's Story

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"It can get a little 'weird' here also. But not as bad as Gambits, or so I have heard. I have not gone there yet." She had the decency to blush when he said she was beautiful and she leaned forward so some of her hair would cover her face. "Oh, thank you." She always appreciated someone appreciating her and treated it like it was new each time. "I thought that people had stopped calling me that," she spoke softly as she looked at the end of her cigarette before bringing it to her lips and taking a little pull. "At least, by people who weren't them," she motioned with the cigarette towards the phantoms that occupied some of the other spaces. Some had faded or left, but most had stuck around. Now that she was off the stage she gave them a little scowl before shaking her head and pushing the thought away. She turned back to Frank. "So you've been there... what is Gambits like?"

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"The band is a good one. Not my best. Most of them have gone on ahead. These are what have remained and remembered." She frowned a little at the thought, as if wondering how she remembered what she had not been told. "Are you alright, Frank?" She looked at him and then around to see what could be making him uncomfortable or ill. She noticed the crow which was starkly out of place in this refined bar. That wasn't saying much because Frank himself was out of place there. But they had the same sort of feel to them. "Is it the bird?" She wasn't sure if it was a crow or a raven.

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M. Dietrich raised a skeptical brow at that and turned to look at the raven. When it cawed she shushed at it. "Quiet you, the band is playing." She looked back at Frank and gave him a look which said that she obviously didn't believe him. "Bourbon fixes nothing, nor does smoking. It may take the edge off. But if you have a real problem you need to get help for it," she spoke in tones that made it clear she was speaking from experience. "An early grave helps no one." She took a sip from her wine as she observed him over the rim of her glass.

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M. Dietrich watched him go impassively. She had seen that look, in the mirror before. She hmm'ed to herself a little and sipped her wine. She noted his lighter under the bills and pulled it out. She turned it around slowly and the silver lighter stopped reflecting color as she held it. She pulled one of her long french cigarettes that she habitually kept tucked into her long gloves and used his lighter to light it before she got up and headed back up to the stage to sing, the lighter still in hand.

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M. Dietrich walked inside with an umbrella over her shoulder. Instead of her usual white dress she wore a grey suit. Loose around her legs but synced tight at her hips it gave her the freedom of movement she loved. The jacket she wore was a matching grey to the pants, a handkerchief in the pocket. She had a black tie on that matched the simple black hat set jauntily off to the side. "Terrible weather," she murmured, a distinct central European accent to her natural purr. She shook out her umbrella and set it into a stand, as she released it the color faded back to the umbrella leaving it a brilliant sky blue. This may cause people to notice that the woman herself is entirely without color, existing in shades of grey.

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M. Dietrich passed a waiter and ordered a light rose wine as she made her way towards the stage in the corner of the room. She opened her jacket and pulled a thin packet of cigarettes from inside. As she grew closer to the stage several indistinct figures appeared, one by the piano, another with a trumpet, a third with a clarinet, and a fourth with a base. They appeared to be getting their instruments ready as they became more clear. Though they were all grey scale like she was, none of them were as distinct in shape, their edges and clothes blurred slightly while she was crisp. "Hello, boys, everything good?" She asked as she lit her cigarette with a colorless flame. They gave various forms of assent and started to play some simple jazz for the mood of the room.

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M. Dietrich laughed a little. "Don't worry." She motioned to the stage. "Just checking on the band. I was hoping to sing some later," she took a little draw on her cigarette as she held out her other hand. "You can call me M. Everyone else does." Her voice a throaty purr, her dusky eyes never losing their come hither quality. Those factors along with her figure and beautiful face made for a devastating combination that she was not shy to turn on men or women.

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M. Dietrich gave a purr of a chuckle and nodded and shook her hand, her own hand soft as silk and her grip light, no roughness at all to her touch. "Don't worry, I'll keep your secret. And I'd love to share a drink with you. After I sing. A glass of warm water would be perfect once I take the stage, but a glass of wine before would be perfect." She made her way over to the bar and leaned against it, tapping out her cigarette ash into a convenient ash tray.

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M. Dietrich smiled a little as she exhaled a bit of smoke which seemed to fade faster than normal smoke with less of a smell which also faded quickly. "It is a hobby of mine. I like to share it with the adoring masses," she waved a hand dismissively as if it were nothing of consequence. She picked up her glass of dark wine and closed her eyes as she brought it to her lips. Though as soon as the glass was in her fingers the color seemed to fade away from the wine leaving it as grey as herself.

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"I'm not getting caught up in all that again," she murmured to herself, a phrase which could mean any number of things, before smiling at Elizabeth and tilting her head to the side. "I haven't taken any requests in quite some time. Tell me, what do you wish to hear?" She tilted her glass from one side, gently to the other, almost letting the wine spill out before righting it again and setting it down on the counter top.

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"A fan of Frankie?" Her tone familiar and easy as the smile spread across her face. "It was first sung by Felicia Sanders in... well it must have been fifty four. It was written for her by a man called Bart I think. Never could remember his last name. Frankie made it popular though. He made a lot of things popular at the time." She leaned in a little as if sharing a secret. "His mob connections are what helped get him most of his way." She sat back and smiled. "Ah well. Old news I guess. But in any case, short answer? Yes, I know it."

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"Me? In bed with the mobsters? Pah, not a chance. What they might do with a girl like me back then I care not to think about." She smiled as she took a draw on her cigarette. "And that was back when things were civilized. Now? I'd die first." She snorted and stubbed out her cigarette rather fiercely. "Besides, I got myself in and out of enough trouble without their help. But I'm a good girl... now." She gave a teasing smirk that spoke volumes to the contrary.

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M. Dietrich pushed open the door to the tavern and smiled as she pulled off her tight cap. She stood out a little oddly and it often took people a moment to realize why as she was entirely without color. She was entirely grey scale like an old film movie, looking like she just stepped off the silver screen. Her shoulder length curls bouncing as they came free from the cap. She hummed to herself as she looked around, an old song, nearly a century old, but fresh on her mind. Her dusky bedroom eyes caught every detail, amused by the people in the tavern already, but not concerned by them. She was wearing a grey suit but as she strode more into the bar her clothing flickered, and as she passed through a shadow she stepped out in a white dress, glinting softly under the light as it hugged her hourglass figure, accentuating her curves and long legs without revealing anything besides a glimpse and hint at her pleasant cleevage. As she walked over towards the small stage a few figures started to appear on it. Musicians in black suits picked up instruments that had not been there before, a man sat down at the piano and started to play some easy jazz while the others tuned up. By the time she was at the foot of the stage they appeared entirely solid, but somehow lacked the crisp definition that the woman herself held. "Evening boys," she murmured, a soft voice with a European accent, her natural purr was something that made men pay attention.

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"Oh no! I'm late!" an overly cheerful voice announced from nearby, before a robot wheeled out of a nearby room, the screen on its face displaying a cartoony smiling face. "Greetings! My name is Yes Man, and I will be your waiter this evening! Now... who needs some help with ordering some scrumptious liquid and food based objects!" the robot happily announced, balancing on it's single wheel.

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M. Dietrich smiled at the robot and strode over to it as the piano man started to play So What, a classic Miles Davis jazz piece. A man on drums started to play and a trumpet picked up the melody. It made for pleasant background music without intruding into the mood of the bar. "Yes Man, some water for the boys on stage, but as for me, a glass of Nero d'Avola if you would be so kind." She made her way over to the bar and slid easily into a bar stool. She looked around and her eyes settled on Kurt briefly as he made his announcement, a countryman it seemed, but she just gave him a smile, she had never really forgiven Berlin, even if it was a long time ago, some things burn at the soul and cannot be forgotten.

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M. Dietrich picked up her glass and after just a moment the color faded from the red wine leaving it dark, though she didn't seem to mind at all. She sipped at it and paused as she noted a dull rhythm that didn't match with the band's jazz. She turned around briefly to try and locate the source. She found herself looking at the frankly garishly dressed young woman at the bar with a glass of bright green absinthe sitting in front of her. She smiled a little and took a seat a little closer to the girl. "Now, are you sure you want to dance with the green fairy while in the state you

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're in?" She tapped a finger on the bar in the same rhythm as the girl's boots, a sharp counter point to the dull thud. (Damn enter key! Why so close to buttons I need?)

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M. Dietrich looked at Elise and shook her head a little as a slight frown marred her full lips for just a moment. "Yes Man?" She called out to the helpful robot. "I believe this girl could use something a bit more healthy than absinthe. She can have it later if she is up for it. But perhaps some... green tea, infusion of jasmine, a dab of honey for sweetening." Her voice a low purr that despite her accent was easily understood. She looked up as Kurt and shifted to German for the young man. "I don't think she is doing quite well at all. Could you be a dear and keep an eye on her? Make sure she drinks her tea." She changed back to English for the young woman and spoke softly. "Please, drink the tea. You'll feel better for it. Now I have to go do some singing, but I'll be back to check on you in a little while." She smiled to Kurt again and turned to walk over towards the stage, the band was winding down a song and as she stepped up a light flickered on and she looked glamorous on stage in her white dress. "Hello," she drew out soft syllables so it was less a greeting and more the introduction to seduction as she looked around the room. "I'm M, and I'll be entertaining you this evening..."

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M. Dietrich smiled and hummed softly and the piano man nodded, picking up the tune lightly as a base started to pluck at the back beat and the drums used a snare and a brush to bring a soft hiss like sand or wind. "I may not look it... but I was once a country girl. And in the summer time we had these lovely, Lazy Afternoons." She started to sing. A song of two lovers, sharing a lazy afternoon with each other without a care in the world. The look she gave to those in the bar was as though she was inviting each of them to share that soft intimate moment with her.

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M. Dietrich finished her song and hummed again. The pianist quirked a brow but nodded and struck up another tune, shifting it down slightly into a melancholy tune. A couple stringed instruments took up space at the foot of the stage to provide the appropriate accompaniment. "Falling in love again," she murmured and the soft smile turned nostalgic and slightly pained as she looked down for a moment, and mustered herself to sing.

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M. Dietrich let the song fade slowly and took a sip of water. She stood in silence for a few moments, long enough for the players to get a little antsy. She snapped her fingers slowly at first, but picking up the rhythm until she had a fast steady beat. The drummer smiled and started to pick up the back beat. "Never know how much I love you," she started and the musicians picked up the back, softly, letting her vocals command the song, letting the Feverslip between tables and patrons, gradually lifting the mood of the tavern as she looked around with her sultry eyes and let her body rock with the beat she had started. "What a lovely way to burn."

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M. Dietrich nodded to the pianist who took up another song as Fever ended. "Thank you all. I will be back on stage later," she gave a half bow and stepped to the edge of the stage where a gallant musician held her hand to help her down. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek as she made her way over to the bar once more. She looked at the blur furred boy who was where she had left the young man earlier and gave a mental shrug, things had certainly changed since before she came out of retirement. She caught Elise's words as she approached and watched how she behaved. "Some things never change," she purred as she slid up next to the girl and reached out to take her hand. She could tell the signs of drug use having seen them enough, but she needed to see how bad they were, how far gone this girl was. And so young, with her life ahead of her. The black and white woman wanted to help her, make sure this girl had a life before it ended. "What's your name darling?"

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"Max! No! Stop! Little buddy!" a voice yelled out from outside, accompanied by the sound of a car going out of control, as well as the sound of one's maniacal laughter... before suddenly... CRASH... I... guess the car hit something and stopped. "...And that... little buddy... is why I always claw at the dashboard like a scared cheerleader whenever you get to drive..." the voice said.

"Awww, c'mon, Sam! You gotta admit, it was fun! And destructive! And Sam... quite frankly, I am DISAPPOINTED in the lack of destruction you send the DeSoto out to do! Look at it! It beckons for a paint job of blood!" the second voice announced, clearly unfazed by their car going out of control.

"Max, you can't even reach the pedals- wait... how in the name of all that's high and mighty were you even driving in the first place?" the first voice asked, clearly confused.

"...I don't really know... I've learned at this point to ignore those kind of things and go with the flow."

"Good enough for me, little buddy."

And with that, the two strange patrons entered the tavern... it's... uh... a dog wearing a suit and fedora, along with a rabbity looking thing with bear-trap like teeth, giving him an eternal manic smile.

"I wonder if I can start a bar fight! I always wanted to participate in one of those. Oh, I CALL THE CHAIR." the rabbit happily announced.

"Max, we're not here to start a bar fight, we're here to relax and see if they have any foods that are unhealthy and full of unpronounceable chemicals!" the dog said, reminding the crazed rabbit thing.

"Oh! Those are my favorite kinds of food!"

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M. Dietrich looked at the track marks on Elise's arm and shook her head. "It's never just one more. It's however much you need to get to the next craving. And the cravings never go away." She pinched the girl's hand to try and bring her back. She frowned and turned the girl's hand over, feeling the calluses there she frowned. "These aren't from labor... music? she reached over and took Elise's other hand. "Yes, a stringed one, not guitar, viola or violin?" She looked at the girl and frowned. "But it's hard to play with a habit like you are carrying around." She seemed to flicker as her emotions started to rise. "A musician turned to drugs, shame on you, girl." She took a breath and the flickering subsided, though her frown did not. "What is your name, or would you prefer Idiot Girl?"

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"Well, I'm not a hallucination," she smiled as she held up a grey toned hand. "Though I understand why you might think so. I sometimes have to remind myself how real I am." She lowered her hand and looked at Elise again. "I knew a Bowie once, heard he was a great lay, but I never really had a chance, we were in different circles." She waved away the memory. "He did some impressive drugs also, but that was the thing at the time, everyone was on something or other, I certainly had my share. But... things changed, and it got real. You need to stop living in your damn drugged dreams and wake up to the real world where you can have a REAL impact." She hissed angrily at the girl as her image started to flicker strongly, occasional dark blotches like burns appearing across her body. But she took a breath and as she straightened again the blotches faded and her flickering stopped.