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💭 + beignets

she’s more partial to eclairs with half pastry creme instead of all custard.

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💭 + Your powers

adores them. she has a lot of control over them, is well aware of her limits. she created (rose) her best friend with them (her cat, pandora) and she’s always up for learning how to better apply them for various uses. wouldn��t trade them for the world, even if they’ve brought her nothing but pain with human interaction.

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💭 + Shadow Society

they exist. most of them seem like they have mommy or daddy issues, which is a little … strange to channel into a villainous organization. edda has one foot out the door on this particular instance. she doesn’t trust a single one of the members, but it was a better bet than the heroes’ union, or so she believes.

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💭 + Doing the right thing

define: the right thing. the right thing was not to try and kill your own child. edda has never had much experience with the right thing. she has what she thinks is right, and she’ll fight for that.

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📣 Liberty, Sierra, Selene

liberty: i haven’t had the chance to interact with her. she seems like she got stuck being the mom friend, though. not sure if she likes that role or not lol.

sierra: we love a dragon queen.

selene: always been a sucker for the villain whose only there for their own goals, and really has no reason to be there for the main evil premise.

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Memes

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Zara Nino & Edda St. James.

Listening to the young girl tell her about how her nose tended to bleed a little from the drying cold, Zara just had a feeling in her gut that it was something other than that. Something familiar. “Do you need a tissue? or maybe some cream to moisturize it with?”

“if you have a tissue, if it’s not too much trouble ...” her voice trailed, finger swiping once again at the skin beneath her nose. it wasn’t often that she felt he side effects but it was enough that she could pinpoint exactly what it was. still, edda attempted a reassuring smile through her fingers. “i’m not used to the weather. i’m from somewhere much warmer year round.”

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Carter Jarman & Edda St. James.

Carter shook laughed and shook his head. “It wouldn’t be a bother, you just need to tell me what I’m looking for. Could have it in in a week or two.” He said. “It’s just not something I usually do, ya know?” He said. He put them into a bag and started ringing things up. “Hey, no problem.” He said another smile gracing his face trying to put her at ease.

there was a soft moment of consideration, a beat of time passing between them before edda shifted to dig in her bag and produce a small black book. it was comical how much she fit the goth stereotype. beneath her coat were the fishnets, the gloves, the frills, the cross (though that was a hand-me-down, and the only relic left from her family). but the book, with soft skulls patterned on the cover, opened and edda jotted down the title of the cd and the band’s name. the uncanny valley, perturbator. “if you can’t find it, don’t worry about it.” tips of her fingers tore at the paper, slid it across the counter. when she returned the book to her messenger bag she finally smiled up at him, not wide, but soft. “thank you.”

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Allendra & Edda St. James.

The fact that Edda was so calmed annoyed Allendra, how was she not just as angry about the situation? She took a moment to to breathe however, she knew she would never hear the end of it if she snapped at a new member. Her temper tantrum stopped just as fast as it had started, her head becoming more level. “Prepare? We did prepare. And then Lucky Jr came in. And every single one of us ran.” The raven haired girl crossed her arms, thoughts of what they could have done better, of what she could of done better. “They all stayed to help people. They were distracted. We could have still offed one of them.” Her tone was mumbled, she wasn’t as loud as before and she hated the fact that she could’ve done something instead of running. The moment was over now though, and she knew not to dwell on it. That was one of the most important things she had learned. The girl knew she would just have to do better.

it wasn’t her fight. edda didn’t even know what they were fighting for, but it was too late to ask that question without being crucified. “then ... if a new modifier came into the scenario and you weren’t expecting it, you weren’t prepared.” it was just that simple. “it’s a chess game. you have to be steps ahead of them if you want to win. if you weren’t expecting them to swoop in with the queen then ...” a hand motion gestured a wipe of an imaginary board. “it’s not about killing one of them, right? it’s about killing the right one. now you know who the right one is, it sounds.” hands reset, crossed beneath her chest and this time edda offered a shrug. “expect the unexpected. imagine that next time they’ll have an army of thousands. plan for it. “to be cheesy and quote a tv show ... ‘fight every battle, everywhere, always, in your mind. everyone is your enemy. everyone is your friend. every possible series of events is happening all at once. live that way and nothing will ever surprise you. everything that happens will be something that you’ve seen before.’ and you’ll never be surprised again.”

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Sierra LeScott & Edda St. James.

“Hmm” the blonde murmured, before she then paused at the girls words, an eyebrow finely arching and her head turning in the direction of her “Go on” she encouraged, loving to be complimented and praised- not that a LeScott ever needed an ego boost in reality. “And have you seen me in action? I was once worshipped as a God to a small tribe” she hummed proudly. “Your name?”

“i can’t say i have, unfortunately.” her arrival was so recent, she was still discovering all of the shadow society members scattered here and there throughout their compound. “you just remind me of a dragon.” and the idea was electrifying. what she imagined a dragon would look like in human form, at least. it made edda wonder, briefly, if she was. “edda. or ... keres.”

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Selene Matthews & Edda St. James.

“Oh come on, it’s something about us taking over rule, or someone took someones sandwich…You know, who the fuck knows? I’m just here to ride it out” she mused, then shaking her head “Then you are not having fun, and we need to get you blinged up, along with putting the fear of God into civilians whilst doing so, afterall diamonds are a girls best friend, right?”

she was waiting to be panned for her remark. at first edda felt herself beginning to swallow the stone, but when selene’s words twisted into a sarcastic understanding ... she was at east. a smirk even tipped the corners of edda’s lips. “we’re both on the same massive tsunami, riding it out.” it felt nice to actually agree with someone for once. instead of feeling like she was being accused of something. “i’ve never had a diamond, actually. a gold cross, and a necklace with a singular black pearl ... but no diamonds. i’ll take your word for it, though.”

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Zara Nino & Edda St. James.

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“Wait, is that blood? Are you okay?” she rushed over to help the younger girl, looking her over. “You’re not hurt….are you?”

a hand rose to her face, to swipe at the skin of her upper lip. despite how controlled edda was with her power, how trained she had forged herself along, there were still side effects. it was likely to do with the mass of birds she had risen earlier that day, but it took time for her body to react. it probably was blood. her fingers confirmed it as she pulled away, and a more thorough rubbing of beneath her nostrils attempted to get the rest gone. “i just ... get really dry in the cold. it happens a lot.”

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Sierra Lescott & Edda St. James.

Sierra rested her head back, the horned woman taking a breather as she tried to calm down her rage. The hot tub she was sat in boiling and bubbling- yet not switched on, it was all her heat energy with her anger combined. “You’re going to have to give me a reason for why you’re staring before I really lose it and end up reenacting the ending of Moana…” she grumbled, cracking an eye open to look at the other villain.

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“i’ve never seen the movie.” edda easily dismissed the reference, and despite the fact that it was a clear warning she didn’t drop her gaze, either. “i don’t mean to be rude, or forward. you’re just absolutely marvelous.” only in the highest of fantasies did edda see something as wonderful as the blonde. the horns, the appearance ... she was a mythological being come to life. to see someone like this, their power so forward and their acceptance so bold, was refreshing. “you’re just incredible. my apologies.”

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Selene Matthews & Edda St. James.

“I can’t say I’m living for this whole idiocy of a war, I’m more in this for what I can get out of it” The villain shrugged, gesturing to the many diamond necklaces and rings she wore. “I only get my hands messy when I have to, I enjoy the lavish lifestyle far too much.”

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“i don’t even know what we’re fighting about.” the admission was plainly honest and not one that edda felt she could share with any other member of the society. if it was a mistake to speak aloud to this particular villain, then edda would learn the hard way. “i can’t say i’ve ever stolen anything so grand. just the necessities. you look like you’re set for life, though.” edda imagined that as long as diamonds and jewels were available she would see the brunette about. it was a fair trade off, really.

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Erica Halstrop & Edda St. James.

“You must have a reason for wanting to see me, you know full well that I am a busy woman” Erica said in her low tone, bringing her gaze up and sitting back in her chair, propping up her cane as she watched the other, one of the newer members in their merry club it seemed. “So?”

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she hadn’t expected any form of a warm welcome from anyone within the society. if there were some sort of pleasantry involved, edda would have likely trusted the whole lot less than she already did. still, her gentle knock was meant with a sharpness that quirked one of edda’s fine brows as she entered. fingers laced together, the necromancer displayed herself as if she were being inspected rather than having a conversation. “i know that none of you are familiar with who i am, or where i come from, or what it is i can exactly do. i just wanted to let you know that i’ve set up some little birds around the city to keep an eye on things. if they see, or hear anything of interest i will let you know.” literally, little birds. sparrows, pigeons, crows ... anything that edda found and reanimated she sent on its way to be her eyes and ears. the society’s eyes and ears.

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Allendra & Edda St. James.

Allendra walked up the hallway still bitter at the previous events. Her black hair was sleek, covering the left side of her face as her eyes stared blankly at the area in front of her. She couldn’t complain to much however, the incoming head lines made her laugh, the heroes that seemed so bent on protecting the city had caused it to quite literally fall. The city was in chaos, for the time being anyway, and that was the thing that kept her from punching the nearest wall. She turned, looking at the other, her fists balled as she spoke through gritted teeth. “We we’re so close and that brat had to ruin it. We let the golden girl slip right through our grasp!” She raised her hand before lowering it once more, a growl emitting from her throat. “Dammit!”

one slow blink. and then another. it had been a very long time since edda had her own temper tantrum but she supposed that people were entitled to it every so often. the opposite wall from that of allendra’s near-ire is where edda stood, more like leaned, with her arms crossed below her chest. teeth sucked in her lesser lip and chewed while the prodigal daughter of some leaders edda never knew explained her though process aloud. “so we go more prepared next time.” her own words were quiet, tone more thoughtful than brash. shit happened, and at the end of the day having a conniption fit about it didn’t solve any problems ------ it created more. “you sound like a cartoon villain explaining your master plan. now we know what she can do. we prepare more.”