Queen Moussette (queenmoussette) wrote in badbloodrp, @ 2013-10-31 17:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !arrival, bonnie bennett, queen moussette |
Characters: Queen Moussette and OTA
Setting: French Quarter
Summary: Queen Moussette finds herself on the streets on New Orleans, and is not amused.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Possible violence.
In the blink of an eye Queen Moussette found herself whisked away from her throne within the Plantation Club only to be left standing amid a crowd of wide-eyed tourists in the center of the French Quarter. Even as she felt the world stop spinning beneath her feet, the nauseating feeling in her stomach took more time to control, but neither were being helped by the constant jabbering of the humans that were all pushing closer to get a look at her. With the dismissive wave of her hand Queen Moussette finally let out a relieved sigh as the crowd found themselves magically mute. Ignoring the looks of fear on their faces, and they silent screams as the people started to flee, the witch rubbed her temples slowly as she began to study the area around her. "Marco..." When her quiet call to her faithful servant produced to answer she waved her hand yet again but frowned when nothing happened. In a hundred and fifty years her magic had never failed her, not once, but now her efforts to teleport home seemed fruitless.
She knew that magic had summoned her here, yet in all her years upon the Earth she had never heard of anyone with the power to tear a witch like her away from her seat of power. Even as Queen Moussette began to slowly look around a police officer made his way to her, having been called in to deal with a mob of some sort. The moment the officer touched her arm the witch turned to face him and glared at the stranger's audacity. With another wave of her hand a bright green glow suddenly covered the man's body and after a moment the zombiefied officer stood rigidly beside her, awaiting her command. "You there take me to the king of the city, now!" It took a second for the green skinned policeman to respond but when he did the man began to shamble down the street leading the way to the Mayor's office.
Moussette slowly began to follow her escort down the road, pausing from time to time to take in the strange sights and sounds of the city. Despite her current predicament the Queen couldn't help but smile as she marveled at the city. For over a century the witch had been content to remain on the outskirts of New Orleans, living comfortably within her own private kingdom. She hated dealing with the politics of the world, and it had seemed likely that the city of New Orleans was more than happy to let her live in peace within the Plantation Club. For over a hundred years she ruled her small corner of the world; surrounded by the handsome servants who adored her, and visited by the most talented musicians who wished to perform for her. Even her enemies let her be for fear of being turned into one of her pet crocodiles, and the city officials were happy keeping the witch's place off the books.
Yet now Moussette found herself walking along the streets she had long since abandoned, and for the life of her she could not remember why she had left the bosom of the city to begin with. As peculiar as the witch and her zombie servant appeared to the people on the streets there was neither panic nor screams, as most simply believed the two to be street performers of some macabre show. They had been walking for a few minutes when a strange sound reached her ears, and with a single word the zombie cop froze in place. "Stop." The noise grew as Moussette moved towards a building, and with a genuine laugh the witch nodded towards the door. "Wait here for me...it seems the music is calling my name." The Queen smiled as she opened the door of the jazz club and made her way inside, driven forward by the music that filled the room.