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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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"Well, it's nice to meet you too, M." Fabian shook her hand. He was fond of good jazz, and the music caught his attention. "This place isn't so bad, for a primarily vampire bar. I expected it to be much more... creepy. It's a pleasant surprise." he leaned an elbow on the bar counter, resting his chin in his hand. "To be completely honest, most of the reason I come to Verinotte Hollow is to look for clients. I'm a private investigator... of sorts... it's complicated. What about you, M? What do you do?"

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"Oh, there are a couple vampires that come through here. Older ones who've settled down some, aren't driven by the blood hunger and want to enjoy a higher class of things. Some sires bring their childre here to show them the perks of staying in line." She sipped her wine. "Over all, they're quite respectable, and agreeable so long as you don't antagonize them too much," she smirked a little as though to indicate that she had come close at least once. "As for myself, I'm an entertainer. I sing," she nodded towards the stage as the band played. She paused to note the song and adjusted her feathered boa. "I'm going to be up soon if you'd care to stick around for it." She took another sip of her wine, looking at the man over the rim of the glass with her dusky eyes.

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Fabian smiled, charmingly. "I wouldn't miss it." He said, cracking his neck. It was a bad habit, and he knew it, but he did it anyways. He sipped his drink, sighing. "This band is quite good. Reminds me of what my mom used to play, she said having good music in the kitchen made food taste better. I suspect that she was somehow right about that, as crazy as it might seem." Fabian chuckled.

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M. Dietrich stood from her seat and st her wine down, as it left her fingers the color returned in a matter of moments. "Any particular songs you enjoyed?" She stepped behind him on her way to the stage and reached up with a grey finger to run it along his neck. She always did enjoy flirting. The band ended their song and cleaned and tuned their instruments as their waited for their main vocalist to join them up on the stage.

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Fabian smiled and cleared his throat. "Do you know Body and Soul? It's... a favorite of mine." Fabian said, "It's not exactly upbeat and cheerful, though." Fabian was enjoying the company of M, she was a bit of an enigma to him, and she definitely had class. He was visiting Verinotte Hollow hoping for a case, but this was definitely better than work. "Though if you were planning on something a little more swing or dixieland, well, I certainly wouldn't object to that either." He smiled.

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"Hmm, Body and Soul, a classic. It was originally for Gertrude Hawkins. But I never heard her sing it. Though... Ella Fitzgerald sang it as part of a set in... oh, that must have been

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"Hmm, Body and Soul, a classic. It was originally for Gertrude Hawkins. But I never heard her sing it. Though... Ella Fitzgerald sang it as part of a set in... oh, that must have been summer of '53. She could really turn heads," she smiled as she walked towards the stage, flicking her finger at the pianist who nodded and started to play. M didn't take a microphone as she stepped up onto the stage, the tavern small enough not to require one. She hummed a little before sliding into the lyrics with her natural purr and slowly some of the tavern's patrons turned to listen. But the music didn't intrude into conversations already taking place, instead slipping behind them.

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Fabian turned around on the barstool to face the stage, giving M an encouraging smile. When she started to sing he was awestruck. Her voice was enchanting, the band played perfectly, and Fabian caught himself staring at M more than once.

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Due to the stage lights that made her dress glimmer M was unable to make out anyone in particular in the audience so she couldn't see Fabian smile at her. However that didn't stop her from casting a smile in the direction of the bar every once and a while. It wouldn't do any harm. The song drew to and end with some appreciative applause from those that had been looking in her direction. M smiled and made her way over towards the piano and took a glass of water off the top of it that had been waiting for her. "Hmm, I'm feeling like I could use some... Black Coffee," she murmured to the pianist in a stage whisper that managed to carry well over the general hubbub of the tavern. The band chuckled a little as the brass stood and gave her a little bow and started to play with a saxophone taking the lead.

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Fabian stood and applauded loudly when M finished the song. He leaned his back against the bar counter, supporting himself with his elbows. Had the band behind M been in black and white as well, he could have believed he was watching an old movie. He shook his head, the strangeness of this woman was a mystery to him. As the band started up again he found himself unconsciously swaying with the music.

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M. Dietrich noticed that more people ad turned their focus to the band and decided to kick it up a little. "Ooh," she purred. "It don't mean a thing, if you ain't got that swing," the band started the faster tempo, but M held up a hand and slowed them down. The original had been a little fast for her taste, it didn't let out her particular accent come through in the way she wanted to. At this slower pace she could draw out her purr.

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Fabian applauded once more, thoroughly enjoying good music. It was certainly a nice change of pace from most of his evenings, which were spent either scrounging up enough change from the couch to run another newspaper ad, or actively searching for someone with a case for him. So far private investigating had not been nearly as glamorous as advertised. He turned around to find his glass empty, though he couldn't remember finishing his drink. The bartender glanced at him, at his empty glass, then back at him again. Fabian sighed and asked for a White Russian, which he savored carefully.

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M. Dietrich picked one more song to temporarily close out her set. Knowing she'd be back in a little while she hummed a little and the pianist picked it up while some woodwinds took the melody. "Dream a little dream me," she sang softly. There was no need for her to raise her voice much as it carried clearly, her breathy tones seeming as close as a lover, approaching, tantalizing, full of desire yet coy , a tease until the end.

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M. Dietrich stepped into the tavern wearing a black suit with tails, a top hat perched at a jaunty angle on her head. She had a cigarette held lightly between two fingers as she used her thumb and fore finger to pick the white satin gloves off, tugging lightly at each digit tip. Her entire appearance was perfect grey scale, like she had stepped off the silver screen. She hummed to herself as she looked over at the stage in the corner of the room and from somewhere in the shadows a band stepped out. A man walked over to the piano and sat down playing an offbeat rhythm that the other players took up as they found their instruments. She smiled at them and made her way over to the bar. "Whiskey sour," her voice was a gentle purr, eastern European, probably German.

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With Gambit’s closing came the inevitable search for a new watering hole, a new place to be surrounded by people and creatures, a new muse for inspiration. Casey wasn’t one to regulate himself to one place for very long, and wandered around frequently enough to find Tauvyr. It didn’t seem to be very human-oriented, but he wasn’t one for regulating himself to cliques or norms, either. Or at least he liked to think so.

He entered the bar casually, the squeak of his boots the only real announcement of his entrance. Casey wavered for a moment, deciding between going to the bar and just grabbing a seat, but decided in the end to go for the bar. This decision may or may not have been influenced by his noticing the classically dressed woman who had just approached it. He took the stool next to her, “Awfully strong drink for a lady, isn’t it?”

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The door of the tavern opened once again, revealing a pale looking young girl around seventeen of age, wearing a short tank top, leaving her midriff exposed, her pants secured with various equipment, including a holster for a pretty large gun. Her long blonde hair reached her waist, and a smile on her face. She entered the tavern, her combat boots clomping against the floor as she took a seat nearby, looking around, as if searching for someone.

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"Oh, a gentleman, looking out for a woman in over her head, how sweet," she placed her cigarette between her lips and removed her hat, not initially looking at Casey. She tossed her satin gloves into the top hat and set it down upside down so they didn't spill out. "Don't worry," she tapped a little ash out and picked up the glass with a free hand, the olive coloration of the drink fading at her touch until it is as grey scale as she is. "Don't worry, I'm a big girl." She sipped her drink as she looked over the rim of the glass with her deep bedroom eyes. She glanced towards the door as a new person clomped into the room. Hmm, both the girl and the guy were new to her. Tonight was looking like a good night.

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Casey gave a smile, “It’s how my mother raised me, knight in shining armour and whatnot.” That was a lie, but so was half of what he said. He’d learned, somewhere in his travels, that a little mysteriousness and a lot of sweet lies tended to do better than boring truths and dull depictions. Everything needed a little extra umph to it. He noticed her unnatural color, but said nothing of it, instead tapping the bar, “I’ll take a Rum Buck.” His eyes fell over her again, and he pursed his lips. He was unsure whether she was human or not… it was often hard to tell with people here, but she was still attractive. He couldn’t say aliens or whatnot were really the most morally compromising things he could’ve… associated with, in a sexual manner. That brought a smirk to his face, and he looked back ahead of himself. “Does this “big girl” have a name?”

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Curly looked over at Casey and Dietrich. Her eyebrow seemed to quirk at how the woman looked. She was completely black and white, like she just popped out of an old movie! Of course, she wasn't in a position to talk about other people's appearance. After all, she herself looked like she was deathly ill from her skin tone. She tapped her foot on the floor, frowning... she didn't think that her old friend was in this town either... so where was he? Curly let out a small sigh, slumping a bit in her chair.

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"Everyone around here calls me M," she smiled a little. "Well, those that don't try and call me by," she smiled and gave a soft wolf whistle through her teeth. "But I have standards after all," she sipped her drink and looked over at the band. There were a few additions which made her frown for a moment. An electric guitar and electric base guitar were among those playing the jazz rhythms. She wasn't used to singing with those instruments present, but this could be said to be their era now, not hers. And she was certainly willing to learn. She wasn't going to get stuck like she did before. So she closed her eyes for a moment as she sipped her drink and let the music wash over her. "How about you, stranger?" She murmured after a moment and looked at Casey. "What do they call you?"

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Casey’s smile dimpled his cheeks as it widened, “Not everyone was raised with class, unfortunately, but there are a few of us.” There was a charming twinkle that crossed his brown eyes, one he’d learned to perfect in his previous experiences. He recognized this woman was clearly out of his league, definitely out of his era, but he loved a challenge all the same. Casey’s drink arrived after a moment and he took a gulp of it, and exaggeratedly cool ahhh parting his lips as he swallowed it. “Casey.” He would’ve taken her hand, had it not been on her glass, and instead stood to give a slight bow, “Casey Ratchett, to be exact. Pleased to meet you, M.”

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Curly heard the two talking, her blue eyes looking over at the two, listening in on the conversation, mildly curious about the woman. Of course, she wasn't going to barge in on them! That would be rude! The android just watched the two, leaning over on her table, her head being supported by her hand, tapping her feet a bit to the music.

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"Ratchett," she nodded and took his hand in hers. Her skin soft as the satin gloves she had taken off moments ago. "Appropriate for someone entirely lacking in the class that you claim to espouse." His sigh at the taste of the drink was uncouth and unnecessary, the sort of thing someone tried to do when they were forcing an impression. She was teasing him somewhat, it was in her nature to play hard to get, nothing good was every easy, and she was very good. She listened to the music for a few moments and took a last drag on her cigarette before stubbing it out. "If you will pardon me, I have an appointment with a microphone." She left her hat and gloves at the bar but took her drink with her towards the stage. the bartender took her hat and set it behind the bar where it would be undisturbed.

As M stepped up onto the stage the band quieted down. She picked up a microphone as the lights turned on her, bringing the sharp contrast of her coloration into focus. "Hello, I'm M. I'll be your entertainment for the evening. Along with these lovely gentlemen," she waved a hand at the rest of the band who each took a bow. They are almost like her, black and white and dressed well. But they lack the sharp definition that M has, instead they are vague images that are clearly musicians, but seem to lack personality.

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"Heh heh heh... this will be quite a show, wouldn't you agree?" a voice suddenly spoke up from behind Casey... revealing a strange looking man there, wearing a frog mask, a large backpack safely secured on his back, various things sticking out of it, from baseball bats, to bags of chips. ...WELL... this is different... and... was he there before?

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Casey just sort of sat there for a moment, he thought he had at least another few minutes of talking time before that shot down came along—because it always did—but he couldn’t say he was surprised. He just chuckled and returned to his drink, “Well played, M.” He breathed in the smoke from her cigar, clearing his throat shortly after. He hated smoke and smoking, really, but some people were just allured to it for whatever reason. He attributed hers maybe to her time, it was glamorous to smoke at a time… But it was really a disease ridden practice… Though he participated in one nearly similar on that front.

He watched her as she took the microphone, ordering another drink before he took a table near a younger looking woman, closer to the stage. Entertainment was just what he was looking for.