Ever Changing Waves [Serenity/Charoa]

[Serenity/Charoa Avarie]

Surprise. Yet again it seemed to be in evidence. She saw no reason for the emotion, though she did perhaps see some reason for amusement. The humans believed many things about the boogies that were not true, simply because they feared them. Pagan rituals and dark deals signed in blood, all were mere imaginings thought up by humans that would be better off watching their own neck that they would worrying about what the boogies did. Perhaps a few boogies participated in such things, but not Charoa, she was much too refined for such meager entertainments. Besides, it was such a needless waste of delicious blood.

Though she felt that it would be better to press on with other things, she felt that the girl needed for the matter to be addressed. It could prove unwise to ignore even so meaningless a thing if it roused the girl's ire. She needed her to be malleable and willing, and for that she must keep her complacent. "Yes, you are mine now. You need not worry about any other boogie, my name is ward enough against them."

How to address the final matter... The girl was not yet what Charoa intended for her to be, and as such was far from equal to her. Yet even as she was she was above the rest of the pathetic creatures that comprised her race, if only because she was hers. She must make this apparent; partly so the girl would know her place, partly to further instill her loyalty. "However you are not a mere slave. In my care you are something more that the others." Or at least you will be...

Once more she was required to resist the urge to smile as she caught the light in the girl's eyes. Subverting her to her plans was proving to be all too easy, something that she much preferred. If she'd had to twist and bend the girl into following her then she would have been of no use. It was not a stone wall that Charoa required, but a ball of clay; something she could shape into her vision. A barely discernable nod was her only response to the human's obvious excitement.

Then she began to question her motives. Charoa had anticipated this, had pondered over how much she should give away. She could not tell her everything, this early on it could prove disastrous. No, total enlightenment must wait for a later time, a time when her plans were already well advanced. But she could tell her a bit, just enough to keep her in anticipation; just enough to whet her appetite. This time she did smile; a soft smile that was nevertheless devoid of warmth. "I see potential in you, potential that is lacking in any other human or boogie. As I said you are something more than your kin."

[Motoko Higurashi]

As nice as it was to be offered some 'protection' in this world of monsters and mayhem, Motoko was still a little concerned about belonging to Charoa. Sure she was beautiful, something Moto would have liked in a woman she could call 'mistress'...wow, that sounded wrong...and she could tell that she was pretty smart...but she was still a stranger. For all Moto knew, it was an elaborate trick to get her into the Boogie's grasp. Odds were she'd be one of hundreds that died because they were too foolish to see through sweet words and fake smiles.

But Moto didn't care about those odds. Curiosity killed the cat...but this kitty was too far in to stop now.

For someone who'd been raised in a cold home, there sure was a prideful streak in the youngest Higurashi. And Charoa hit it. Hard. All she'd ever wanted was to be seen as useful, not just a decoration. "Potential? Hm...not really an answer, but..." the blueberry lowered her torso in a little bow, keeping eye-contact with the femme fatel, "...thank you very much, Charoa-sama."

It's about time somebody noticed I wasn't just a pretty face.

[Serenity/Charoa Avarie]

Right she was, but only partially so. She was indeed one of hundreds that had been lured in by the poisoned nectar of her voice. However she was wrong in her prediction of her fate. The others were indeed dead, each and every one of them. They had been drawn to her, never suspecting that a monster lurked in the small girl that spoke to them. Once they were hers she had used them for what she desired and then dispatched them, making certain to drain each and every one of their life's blood before they were discarded.

But this girl's uses lay elsewhere. Certainly she would contrive to taste of her, but her purpose lay elsewhere. Somewhere that only Charoa knew.

As she took in the unexpected display of gratitude, the dark windows to where her soul should be sparked once more. A cold light seemed to shimmer within them, making them appear both more hospitable and less. The demon was very pleased with what she saw. Now she knew that she had the human inescapably in her grasp. For someone that gained little to no pleasure from anything that others considered worthwhile, it was most gratifying to see it start off so well; this, perhaps her masterstroke. She could see that things in Wonderland's future would change, and if her plans proved all they could be, things would never be the same again.

The frozenly sweet smile was still in evidence upon her features as she strode forward, closer to the prey that had become her pet. As per her word she did not raise a hand to touch her, she did not want to rile the child. However she was much closer to her than before, almost close enough to feel the heat of the child's body. Though her thoughts were otherwise her body remained nonthreatening, eyes piercing into the girl's own as though searching for her soul. "What would you learn first..?" It couldn't hurt to let the girl think she had some semblance of freedom.

[Motoko Higurashi]

Motoko wanted to be an adult, more than anything. She wanted to be smart enough to make her own decisions, to be strong, and to be smart. But she was still a child. And as a child, she was going to make mistakes only a child would make. Such a mistake was not running when she had the chance: this was a monster, regardless of her pretty face or the promises of a use for her. The adult in her heart told her this was horribly wrong. Moto would be used to her full 'potential', and then what?

What would happen next?

However as a proud and somewhat lonely child, she was willing to follow this woman's beck and call. Regardless of the 'next'. She wasn't worried about the 'next'. Just what she could be now.

Again, Charoa approached her, and the little girl nearly backed up a step. At least the Boogie kept her promise as to not touch her again. That earned her points in Moto's big blue eyes. But she was still way too close for the child's liking. Close enough that, if she looked up and leaned forward only a little, she could....

The human took that step away, making an excuse of reaching for one of the books she'd been forced to put down by the language barrier. "What I'd like to learn first..." Motoko stalled, running her little fingers down the cover of the old book, "Could you teach me English? I love reading...but all the books here are in English or something I don't understand."

She was, of course, referring to an old, worn out book she'd found hidden behind a desk several days ago. But she didn't know what language it had been. Hadn't stopped her from flipping through it and keeping it in her room. Motoko was curious.

She hadn't known it was in the Boogie text.

[Serenity/Charoa Avarie]

Charoa made no move as she stared at the girl, dark eyes silently appraising. Again she was contemplating all of the plans she was about to undertake. They were a great many, well and certain, and as such would take a great deal of time to be properly assembled. Many people would likely die in the process, nevermind the aftermath; but she cared nothing for their lives, they were merely tools in her grand design. In the end, perhaps this girl wouldn't matter either; but for the moment she was the second most important creature in Wonderland to Charoa, the first of course being herself.

When the young girl moved away once more she didn't start. For all intents and purposes she might not even have seen the movement; she certainly didn't care if she had. She had again turned towards the rows of books. Her slender, delicate fingers lightly traced over the spine of each and every one, seemingly searching for something. The odd thing about it though, was that her eyes were closed.

She merely stood there as the girl spoke; eyes closed, head slightly raised, fingers trailing the books. The girl hadn't even finished speaking when they finally stopped, instantly plucking a small book from its place with a movement that was fluid as water and almost too quick for the eye to see. Once it was in her hands she turned towards the girl, giving her that same chilling smile. "Very well. We shall start with this.

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Moving silently past her, she strode lightly through the maze of books. She didn't look back to see if the girl had followed, she fully expected it. It took her only a few moments to reach a small table set in a secluded corner of the Library, two hand carved chairs drawn up to it. Without a word she seated herself, placing the book on the table in front of her.There was just enough time to see that it was a book of common words and phrases before the cover was carefully opened. A small finger traced along the contents, finding where she wished to start her pupil off at. Once found she immediately opened to the exact page, the finger coming up to point to the first. The lesson had begun; but only Charoa knew where it would eventually end.[/size][/blockquote]