((OOC Note: Ralph and Dolores, the stuffed dog and doll, are animated toys. They are animated and given 'life' by Violet's own soul and magic; so they're little more than puppets that can move and talk because of a spell, and not separate characters.))
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Her own ensemble consisted of a corset, a black skirt and high boots, and a black lace choker.
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"Hooker alert," Ralph coughed into a fuzzy paw. "Like recognizes like, eh, Vile?" He was silenced with an exasperated look.
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She shot the stuffed animal an amused glance. "Madam alert, thank you very much. Lady Heather, proprietress of Lady Heather's Dominion. A pleasure to meet you. All of you, I suppose."
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And this would probably be the first time she'd ever met a Madam. Her face split into a grin, despite Ralph's snorting. "Likewise, Madam," she tipped her head. "Name's Violet Grimm, and this is Ralph and Dolores. How does a woman go about getting her own dominion?" No, really, she was curious. Not that she ever wanted one, her fanbase would know where to find her. "Get any trouble with the fans?"
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Ralph snorted in confusion, his furred eyebrows rising. "What do you mean, temporary? I thought that it was pretty much permanent."
"I mean she used to be a Witch, but now she's a vampire. Won't last," the doll sing-songed, turning oddly knowing glass eyes onto Rachel. "Being driven crazy by being too good for taking blood."
Violet frowned, and sharply raised an eyebrow. Sniffing once determined that this chick had demon marks - as if her aura didn't show it clearly enough - only two. Violet's arms were still bared, showing the myriad overlap of her own marks, marks she wore with pride and amusement. "Funny. I used to kill and sleep with people like you. Oh, wait. I still do," Violet giggled. "Sometimes at the same time."
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My eyes flared to black at Violet's words and I could feel the liquid smooth aura of my vamp senses taking over. I oozed over to Violet, my finger trailing a line around the woman's neck as I circled her. "Oh, cookie," I breathed against her neck, standing behind her. "I think you wouldn't be able to handle either with me."
Pheromones were pumping out, beyond my control, licking the air, pulling at Violet's will. Then I sneered at the doll. "Not too good. You talk a lot for something stuffed."
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Violet had dealt with enough vampires to know when they were pulling an aura on her, and she loved it. "Trying to trick me into wanting you? For a temp, you've got a lot of metaphorical balls." Despite her words, she smiled at the touch, not trying to pull away. "You vampires are all the same. Never can get someone to like you, so you resort to pulling an aura to manipulate them into it." Violet ran a hand up her stocking-clad thigh, stopping just short of where they ended. "Not that I mind."
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This chick, though... She was dark all over. Sam was practically slapped in the face with her the second he walked in the room. Cringing, psychic pain manifesting in a killer headache, Sam caught flashes of demons, corpses, sex that made his stomach turn, of magic twisted and perverted, of a soul so lost and black that it was auctioned off to anyone and everyone for a quick fix.
Heaving in a breath through his nose, trying very hard not to get sick all over the floor, Sam looked up at the girl. God, just a girl. Covered over with demon marks ( ... )
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And then his eyes went wider at the electricity. Was that him? Or her?
Somehow he thought he might be in over his head.
But the glimpse of light - just this tiny little spark almost lost and forgotten amidst the smudge - he'd sensed in Violet drew him on. Giving her a shy smile, he nodded. "Nice to meet you. Um..." Yeah, totally trying not to stare at the creepy doll and dog things. "What kind of books are those?" he asked, nodding towards the ones on her pile.
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"These?" Violet picked up a book, one that was obviously well-used and dog-eared, with her own scribbles in the side margins. "This one's good, The Art of Necromancy. Author doesn't really know what the fuck he's talking about, but he had some good spells." Ralph jumped up onto the table and nudged another book towards her, a grin on his face. "Oh! And this one's good. Sex, and Raising the Dead, and Voodoo: The More You Know." Violet chuckled. "It's like Sex in the City, only a lot more fun ( ... )
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"...alright, I don't get it." Far too clunky to be a weapon.
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Hell, looked like it was time for a little show and tell! With a grin, Violet picked the chainsaw up and revved it up, pointing it (thankfully) away from Dax. "You chop people up," she shouted over the noise. "It's a wicked way of dealing with zombies!"
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Dax nodded, pulling a notepad seemingly out of nowhere. "It that Zombie with an 'ie', or a 'qwred'? And is 'wicked' some sort of a slang term?" She'd get in touch with her students yet!
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With a cackle, the Hat leapt off Violet's head and in front of her face, drawing its folds of fabric up into the best :O expression it could manage before settling back onto her head in a self-satisfied sort of way.
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"Don't think there's much pure about me these days," Violet agreed with a giggle, still looking upwards at the brim of the Hat. "Hell, a chance to make someone's face go like that? Sign me up, my talking leather amigo!"
Would a sombrero say 'amigo'? It would be awesome if it did.
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