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*simply smirks as she watches Belle leave, slowly turning back to her tea*
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I don't eat eggs. I feast on something more...substantial.
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*shrugs slowly, still looking devious* Oh nothing at all, dear. Or rather, nothing that I can think of--yet. *gets to her feet and slowly strolls over to a cauldron, slowly running her finger along the rim of it then looks up at Belle, eyes shining a bright red* But I'll be SURE to let you know when I think of something. *clears throat, eyes go back to normal, and she walks at normal speed towards her bar* Now do see yourself out: I rather dislike company for too long. It unsettles the spirits. And don't worry, when I'm in need of my favor, *opens a jar of butterflies, snatching one out and ripping off it's wings and crushing it, put it into a mug* I'll find you.
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*laughs maliciously then pauses, clearing her throat and pretending to look sympathetic* I am incredibly sorry for your troubles. Here *hands over a very suspicious looking pink substance* Do have a drink dear. You looked parched. *smirks*
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I am sure I have several.
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*looks amused by her worried expression* Relax. I have no intention of doing anything to you of...malice. I have no reason Ms. Barr. *finishes her spell with that same sinister smirk* All done. You should be fine now. Now be cautious in the future. It's not very wise to tease those with magical abilities. It could have *eyes glow with excitement* dire consequences...and we wouldn't want that, now would we?
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*looks humored* Really now. I'm almost insulted that you would have to question whether I would know how to remove such a trivial and juvenile spell. *black aura starts surrounding her hand as she smiles slowly, looking rather sinister* Now do hold still.
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That person is long since dead.
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I've always been fascinated with summoning, the dead being my obvious favorite of choice... and I do so love learning about various demons. *looks pleased* The various stories of tortured souls, wailing children, and annual soccer matches are pleasant to hear about.
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The wails of a loathsome banshee from the ninth circle. *looks thoughtful* Or perhaps I've mistaken the tone for Darkwing making another one of his asinine entrance speeches. I'm not terribly sure.
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What a ridiculous concept, 'love'.
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The souls of all the inhabitants. I say, I can never have enough of those.
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...I see no difference in how you look on a normal basis: abysmal.
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*looks pleased* Flattery will get you no where, though a girl can appreciate a good compliment.
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*glares hatefully* I hope rainbows shoot right out of your ----
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No. Nothing. I have no use for dancing in merriment.
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Humph. As if the law of you mortals could ever bind me to your will...
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*simply sighs and face-palms* Idiot...
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Death is something I plan to conquer, so I have no ideas of how I shall die.
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Pixi Penelope Graves
St. Canard Cemetary
Pixi Penelope Graves’s Bio
The Necromancing "Genie" of St. Canard
