Madelyne Pryor (redqueen_maddy) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-03-23 17:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !closed, z: om1: affiliation: sisterhood, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: li hua, z: om1: past character: madelyne pryor |
Be careful what you wish for
Characters: Madelyne Pryor, open to all.
Setting: Central Park
Content: Dangerous Psychopath
Summary: Madelyne offers to make all your dreams come true.
This had better work. The Red Queen snarled to herself, irritated that she was reduced to relying on Regan's ideas for recruiting. That little illusionist brat was useful, but Madelyne didn't want to be stuck depending on her.
Lounging in front of her vanity, Madelyne Pryor scowled at her reflection. Her red hair tumbled down around her bare shoulders, wearing one of the jaw-dropping, gravity-defying black leather numbers that she so favored as the Goblin Queen. But she was styling herself the Red Queen now. And she liked to think that she'd gotten a little smarter, a little crueler, and far more opportunistic. This time, she'd win. This time, her enemies would pay.
One of her goblin pawns popped out of a portal, in a tangle of wings and fabric. "Don't tear it!" Madelyne scolded, on her feet and taking the garment from him at once. Goblin-crafted, according to Regan's design, the costume evoked a darkly erotic version of I Dream of Jeannie. Black silk and gauze revealed and hid in turns, trimmed with sparkling golden coins that jingled softly as she moved. The costume included a half-veil across the lower half of her face. Not that anyone would be recognizing her today, in this world, but the extra mystique wouldn't hurt. More Regan's taste than Madelyne's, but if this little parlour trick worked, it would be worth it.
Quickly changing, Madelyne summoned a couple of her favorite goblins, snapping her fingers at them. "Time to go, pets."
Two of them eagerly pounced up, opening a portal for her. She stepped through, into the Limbo world of the demons, and then through another, into the shadows of New York's Central Park. Her goblins stayed in the shadows, hovering within sight of her, but when she walked out into the light, they stayed behind. One of them tossed her a fat cushion, and the other handed her a cardboard sign.
She took up her position on a stone pedestal near one of the primary walkways. I feel like a cheap gimmick, she grumbled to herself, but she kept a movie-star smile on her face. Sitting cross-legged on the cushion, she set up her sign, and waited.
Wishes granted, the sign read. ~Anything~