Application: Violet Grimm, "Dogwitch" Comics

[the_dogwitch]

((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.))

With a snap and a crackle (and a pop of smoke that smelled like a strange mixture of nicotine

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[lady_h3ath3r]

"Nice look," Lady Heather said, eyeing the girl appreciatively.

Her own ensemble consisted of a corset, a black skirt and high boots, and a black lace choker.

[the_dogwitch]

The appreciation was returned, and Violet gave Heather a long once-over. "I'm beginning to feel under-dressed. Love the corset. Where do you shop?"

"Hooker alert," Ralph coughed into a fuzzy paw. "Like recognizes like, eh, Vile?" He was silenced with an exasperated look.

[lady_h3ath3r]

"Las Vegas, usually. I have a client who's a tailor, and he gives us an excellent discount."

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."

[the_dogwitch]

"Las Vegas? I need to get out more," Violet muttered, more to herself as a reminder than an actual reply. They didn't have the greatest tailors in Banewood.

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?"

[racheltherunner]

I had been having a very odd few days. Being turned into a vampire would put a damper on most girl's weeks, sure, but the fact that I - quite reasonably, no matter what Ivy and Peter thought - refused to take any blood was playing havoc with my sanity. Whatever sanity I had. Which hadn't been much, let's be honest, but it'd been mine and I missed it

[the_dogwitch]

"It's a temporary vampire," Dolores cackled, her teeth grinding together in a screech.

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."

[racheltherunner]

"Don't know that," I muttered to myself, brow furrowing in distaste. "Don't know. No idea. Talking out of turn, little doll. Break your face with my heel to stop the talking."

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."

[the_dogwitch]

"Oh, look. It's got an attitude," Ralph sighed, curling up on the floor and burying his muzzle in his paws. Dolores sniffed and sat next to him, looking out over the room.

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."

[done_hunting]

There were days when it paid to just not even go in the Sorting Room. It had been better before he'd started working on his powers - then he'd go in, get a bribe, make a vote...simple. But now he tended to avoid large crowds, the assault of new students, because more often than not he'd pick up something he didn't want to know. People were dark a lot of times, especially in the corners of their brains they didn't know anyone else could see.

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

[the_dogwitch]

Snorting a derisive growl under his breath, Ralph put his paws on his hips and stared upwards at Sam. It was definitely a long way to look up. But whatever he might have been about to say what cut off by Dolores, emitting a grinding screech. The doll's eyes had turned pure black, porcelain teeth rubbing together. "It's one of those," she creaked. "All bright inside and crackling like tin foil, it's portals of energy and gateways to the realms. He doesn't- don't touch it, it's ba-ba-bad for you, like a sugar high only not to so sweet

[done_hunting]

Holy shit what the crap was that? Sam was jumping back, staring down at the doll - creepy dolls, why was it always dolls, he hated the things - with wide eyes. Swallowing hard, he considered just pumping the thing full of rock salt right now, burning it for good measure - there was definitely some kind of possession happening with it, but it wasn't what he normally came up against - but he just let his gaze flicker back up to Violet when the girl poked him.

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.

[the_dogwitch]

Finally, something she could talk about. Dolores seemed to have stopped screeching, though she was still steadily leaking what looked like blood onto the floor and following Sam's every movement with black eyes. Violet was used to it, so she paid it no heed.

"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

[daxtastic]

Completely nonplussed by the new applicant's appearance (please - Dax had been to bondage planet or two in its day), Jadzia leaned down and poked at the chainsaw.

"...alright, I don't get it." Far too clunky to be a weapon.

[the_dogwitch]

"You don't get what?" Violet looked surprised, at first having no idea what the woman was talking about. "Wait, it's a chainsaw. You know that, right?"

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!"

[daxtastic]

"Why would I know that?" She couldn't be expected to keep abreast of 21st century tools. Come one, now.

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!

[ugly_old_hat]

"'Shrieking Violet' and not 'Shrinking Violet', eh?" the Hat said in a pleasant tone as it settled itself on Violet's head. "Hmmmmm. Banshee blood, perhaps?"

[the_dogwitch]

"A little bit of everything you can think of, by now," Violet replied, trying to crane her neck to look at the Hat on top of her head. She'd never seen a talking Hat! "Though I did shrink once. Not as fun as the books make it out to be."

[ugly_old_hat]

"Well, you're a pureblood's worst nightmare, then, aren't you?" the Hat replied, referring to Violet's jumbled bloodlines. "I ought to stick you in Slytherin. I can just see the look on ol' Salazar's face. Reckon it'd look a little something like this!"

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.

[the_dogwitch]

Violet started wondering if she should animate a hat, just for extra company. This whole talking hat business was quite interesting; she could animate a sombrero! Imagine the tales that would have to tell! Okay, so they'd likely be mainly tales of smoking weed and peyote and cacti, but that was interesting.

"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.