Re: Voodoo and LA Combine! (Please join, everyone. We need all the variety we can get.)

[Pavonine Lights]

Sasha: I raise an eyebrow as I take out a tiny bottle from my purse to collect the blood. He was really afraid of the cat...While it would be nice to make him publically piss his pants, I guess that wouldn't be the right thing to do. I guess. I frown and look at the cat, a practically ancient calico one named Greed, and then back at the guy. "Look, it's just a cat, see? There's nothing Zombie like about it..." Well, it was a little decrepit. But so was half of my family...

Adelaide: "But lucky for you all, I have decided against such extreme measures. No, I'm afraid you all won't be coming with me." The crowd gasps as I pull a knife from my dress sleeve.

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler: "Walking..." he murmrured, hus vision stright forward, rocking slightly, "Dead."

Ilia: I gasped along with the rest of the crowd.
Funeral + Knife + Crazy Old Woman = Suicide
Was it though? At the moment I wasn't sure. Okay, she's an ancient priestess living two hundred and thirty eight years, one month, twenty days, nine hours, fifty two minutes and nineteen seconds, but still, she only looked forty odd, defiantly better looking better than Oli's mother but still.... That's a point; how come my parents haven't seen me yet?!
My eyes searched around the room through all the shocked faces and the odd fainter, but none like mine. At least I can face their thunder later; I didn't leave them at the greatest of times, needless to say.
"Ilia, focus matters on hand, m'dear..." I whispered, snapping me away as I looked to the blade, "That ain't blunt, eh?"

[Pavonine Lights]

Adelaide: I test the knife against my arm and am immediately met with blood. "No, I'm afraid it is not. This is, after all, a funeral. I've decided that I will not be making a will either- my family will divide everything up as they see fit. However, one of you will recieve something greater, greater than all of your foolish money and possessions combine. My final creation." I smile and walk further out into the center of the room, holding up my knife. "And now, for all of you!" I suddenly and swiftly thrust the blade into my heart. "Upon this dying breath, upon the dying embers of this soul, a plague! A plague upon both houses! Let the Castellos shriek my name from their damned lips as the heavens laugh at their suffering. Let the Lavergnes perish as they dance in the hellfire!" My voice suddenly grows soft and I cough up bloood, my eyesight becoming bleary, everything spinning. "The dynasty will fall with it's queen," I murmur as I collapse to the floor. The last thing I register is the familiar sound of chaos breaking loose. I smile.

[OpenTheDoor]

Ilia: "What?" I whispered as about half of the room went into utter chaos, "Final Creation?"
To be honest that intrigued me more than anything else, more than the whole 'plague' thing shocked me. Either way, most people seemed to have forgotten that.
Either way, in my opinion I wasn't a Lavergne but it looked like I was against my will now. I wanted out even before this, when she was seen as the most powerful person here.
"They do say that suicide is selfish and with the plagues that's just following. I thought she said that she didn't want everyone dying with her? She's done a pretty good job of it..." I was mainly muttering to myself at this point, just something that I've always done, "Maybe I shoule make a will and get Oli to design my funeral now; get rid of all the fushcia..."

Styler: "As long as it isn't a plague of ZombieCats..." I murmured, looking over to the girl, "It isn't, is it?"

[Pavonine Lights]

Sasha: My eyes widen and I nearly drop the cat. Her final creation? A plague? What the hell is going on?! I look over at Louis who's nervously biting his lip. He stands up and takes me by the arm. "Find our way out of hear, alright? You know that certain family members are gonna be freaking out. I don't wanna be caught in the middle of the bloodbath!" I pull away. "This is our home, Louis! I'm not leaving!" "Damn it, Sasha, I'm not gonna have your blood on my hands! The cats will go with you and I'll take as much as I can, alright?! I'm not gonna stand here arguing with you!" Before I can say another word, he's running io the stairs. I grimace and pick up Greed. I'd hate to do this to the poor guy, but we're both in the same boat now. I run over to the Castellos and dangle the "ZombieCat" in front of the poor guy. "Want me to make him go away?!" I call over the chaos.

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler: "Yes!" I shouted, though it was hardly heard.
Despite that fact, I think my crazy nodding and almost leaping out of the chair sufficed well.

Ilia: "I don't think it'll be too bad, eh?"
I stood, walking over to the body of the plague-causer. She looked rather peaceful actually, though a grin remained on her face. I latched my hand around the blades handle before pulling it out, the blood ending it's seap.
"Well done."
For some reason I felt it was right to put the blade on the table beside her. To be honest everything from walking over was almost instinct, but to be honest I say this moment coming from the moment I was lifted out of my mother's stomach, right?

[Pavonine Lights]

Sasha: "Listen up! In about five minutes, my brother will be coming down with some suitcases. You will find a place fir us to live in your house, somewhere secluded and quiet and yet with a decent amout of space. I don't want anyone walking in and discovering us, got it?" When I see the doubt in his eyes, I push the cat at him. "Do it or I'll make sure he visits your bed every freakin night!"

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler: "That's horrible! A cat in the house?! Even if it isn't a zombie!" he shook his head, "I know a place you can stay but it isn't in our house; our brother has allergies, really bad ones to fur. I know a flat that you can have. Elm street."

Ilia: Amongst all the chaos, I must have been the only calm one, well, apart from a cat that sat on the side.
"Here kitty..." I bent over slightly, coaxing it over.
It gave a look of uncertainity before skitting to me. It was a mottled black and brown colour with bright amber eyes; very distinctive. To be honest it seemed like it knew me or something.
"Here," I picked up a piece of half-eaten fish, laying on the floor on a bread plate.
As it looked up to me in a curious way, I smirked before it tucked in.
"Tucked in... I'm gonna name you Tucker. Plus if I ever get angry with you I can call you a little Tucker!"

[Pavonine Lights]

Sasha: I try my best not to roll my eyes. What's with these guys and cats? "And you're sure no one here would look there?" I ask as I see Louis running down te steps at break neck speed. Although as rich and stuck up as they are,I don't think they'd really think about Elm street.

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler: I nodded, "It's a place that students go mainly, you might be able to blend in or something. I know someone who lives down there, me and him were rather close when we went to school together. Here's his address. His dad owns the flats there and he owes me a favour so..." I passed the card.
Yeah, me and the guy was close though we drifted after one reason; he became buddies with a Lavergne and over two weeks where I was gone, they stuck together like glue. How did he owe me? He said he did, I even had it in writing, all signed: Oliver Grimshaw.

[Pavonine Lights]

Sasha: I pick up the paper and frown. Thus had better be valid, or I'm sending a whole plague of cats on his room..."Thanks," I say as Louis comes over. I don't have to time play twenty questions, so I just slip the paper into my pocket and grab Louis. "C'mon, we're leaving!"

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler: "Don't worry, it's all fine. If not then you can come to our house, okay? Just we don't want your plague mixing with ours."

Ilia: "Come on Tucker, let's go home, eh?" I smiled, tapping the side of my leg.
As I did, his ears pricked up. He looked to the blade on the side.
"No, you don't need that," I shook my head.
He went against me, leaping on the table and gripping the handle in his fangs. Okay..he was a naughty kitty, but I couldn't stand around here for too long, eh?

[Pavonine Lights]

Sasha: Lois grimaces a bit, and I clench my jaw to stop from punching him. "So...this is the place you came up with, eh? It's kinda small. Like really, really, really kinda small. I swear, if all the cats didn't like to live outside..." "Ok, ok, I know it's not the best place to live. But it was either take the Castellos help or live in a box and use your good looks and charm to earn us some cash." "Why would I be the prostitute?!" he asks as he knocks on one of the doors. I Woden my eyes like the cute little girl I am. "Because if you would just stand by while I got raped by thousands of men for two bucks an hour, I think I might have to kill you." He grimaces. Someone's going to the grocery store tomorrow...

[OpenTheDoor]

"Oh! Illy! I just got to the store again and they had some you silly...billy. How the heck are you?" Oli swung open the door, a tape measure wrapped around his neck along with a lot of glue.
He looked rather doe-eyed with a feather stuck to his cheek actually.

[Pavonine Lights]

Sasha: I blush and hand the guy the note. "Um...we're here to collect on a favor you owe a Castello. Do you have anymore rooms open? We have money and credit cards, whatever you want. We're...street performers."

[OpenTheDoor]

"Oooo street performers! Or is that slang that cool people use nowadays. Maybe I should get a dictionary... Anyhoo, come in, let me get the big book of things!" I clapped my hands and literally pulled the pair in, "Illy is way more organised in things like this; why she had to leave I don't know. Was it Styler that you got the card from? Tsk, didn't like me because I went off with Illy to go play 'Cats'. The poor thing; scared to death of 'em. I love them though and keep trying to get one but she keeps on putting her foot down, the silly billy... Here we are."
He plopped a large book on the table, it filled to the brim with papers and bits and bobs.

[Pavonine Lights]

Louis: My head is spinning while Sasha happily answer his questions. The two of them together would be like an atomic bomb of cat love and clothes and vegan stand offs. I may never see a good rib stack again. Nit to mention I've apparently got a job now. "Um, what's in that anyway?" I ask.

[OpenTheDoor]

Ilia: "It's just basically all the deeds and things, but you're in luck!" he pulled out a key from his bum pocket, "Mrs McKenzie died last month and all of her stuff has been cleared out so you can have that one! It's basically down the corrid-"
"Oli! Look what I've got!" I came running into the room, Tucker under my arm, "Okay, I know I said no cats but I think that him and I have some kinda weird linkage thing... What the hell are you doing here? First I find out that I am now plagued and you come into my bloody flat, having a cuppa tea and a scone. Oli, what the hell?"
"Illy! You know these people! OMG! Kitty!" he bent down and picked up Tucker, "You're adorable! I'm naming you Fluf-"
"Tucker. I named him already and before you say, it is a guy..."
I took him out of his arms and looked down to the book on the table, wincing slightly.
"You're moving here? Great."

[Pavonine Lights]

Louis: "Try to be a little less optimistic, dear. We all know that being charming doesn't suit you," I say sarcastically. "And we weren't gonna stay there after what she just said- I'm not gonna let my sister get killed!" I sigh and adjust my suitcase. "Thanks for the keys, man. We promise not to bother you guys much."

[OpenTheDoor]

"Oli, I need to talk to these guys a minute, y'think that you could carry on with the dress?" I nodded towards him before walking outside.
I sighed slightly, clicking my neck before looking up to the pair.
"Sorry, but if you haven't realised but you managed to get me there where I now know that I have a possibility of dying due to a plague!" I practically screamed, "Just tell me everything you know about voodoo and stuff because I've completely detached myself from it so I need all I can get so that I don't end up as an early corpse because frankly, I can't tell when I'm going to die...please."
I looked at them with my eyes pleading; I wasn't really the sort to do that, but I guess it was better late than never.

[Pavonine Lights]

Sasha: "Don't worry, I'm sure she didn't mean a real plague. Maybe just a curse or something that makes us all kill eachother."

Louis: I raise an eyebrow at Sasha. She definately wasn't helping. "Look, voodoo can't just be explained in a few words. You have to be willing to get your hands dirty, to sacrifice everything you are. I haven't even made that plunge yet. I'm just not ready. And frankly, I don't think you are either."

[OpenTheDoor]

"True," I simply said, "But by what I could tell Sasha has. Those marks up your arms I believe..."
I started tittering slightly, looking at the floor. Okay, so to know what voodoo is I need to 'sacrifice everything that I am' and if Mr Puppet isn't ready there was no way that a girl that parted from it all of it for the past God knows how many years is ready for 'the plunge'.
"Anyway, what does that consist of? 'The Plunge'?"

[Pavonine Lights]

Sasha: "Well, it's hard to explain. Certain things are different for different people. You have to basically give up your soul willingly to a god of your own creation. Things are given power when they are named and when there is some kind of belief in them. Hence many times voodoo has it's greatest effect on the superstitious. And so, you sacrifice yourself to your god and your work and are bound soully to it. But if you don't pay your god respects by sacrificing things or doing things in their honor, they'll ferry your soul away to hell. The ceremony itself is very difficult, which is why it's normally done by people with a lot of background in it and is monitored by a high priestess." I casually walk around the room. "The only one I've known to do it without thise things is Mother Adelaide. Now, do you have chalk?"

[OpenTheDoor]

"We having tailoring chalk. Actually," I pulled a stick out of my purse, "I am made to carry it around, honestly," I shook my head as I passed it to her, "Why do you want in anyway?"
I sighed, taking a seat on the sofa. To be honest they were lucky that the furniture was left here after the old cow passed away, always complaining about Oli being 'too obvious'. But she didn't have a mighty fine Smeg fridge which was now mine and Oli's Smeg fridge.

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Jace : Nothing that was going on had to do with me or even concerned me so i left silently after a moment. I didn't get to go too far off the property though before i heard screaming and i was off a running towards it.

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler: I sighed as I heard the killer shriek, it obviously coming from our dear little cousin. Jace was legging it to the room where she was, making me smirk; she probably just saw a spider or something.
"Sophia..." I muttered, standing up.
I wasn't a heart less monster, I was going to go see her before taking the mick out of her, like I was meant to.

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