http://wontplaythesap.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] wontplaythesap.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] realityshifted2009-10-15 12:05 am

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[have a Sam Spade. He's in his trenchcoat and fedora, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He hasn't yet noticed the red ring that has appeared on his hand]

[he spins around, hands balled into fists] All right, who's there? Where'd that street shop go?

Oh, I see. Slipped me a mickey at my last meetup with the Fat Man, didn't you? Well, I won't have it, and I won't believe it! Tell me where I am!

[after a few moments, he calms himself and lets out a laugh] You know, I've heard a lot about movie magic, but you can really throw a guy, putting him in a place like this without warning. So, why don't you come out, we'll discuss this like men.

[identity profile] madamemoiselle.livejournal.com 2009-10-16 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. But he left a month or so ago, and everything fell apart, so...

[identity profile] madamemoiselle.livejournal.com 2009-10-16 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
But you wanted to hear a story, didn't you? I can't promise it'll be much happier, but I'd like to think my life is interesting.

[identity profile] madamemoiselle.livejournal.com 2009-10-16 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it's the abridged version, let's say.

I was born in 1833, from a fossilized cocoon. A French scientist found my mother's corpse buried in ice, and she cut up her stomach to find two cocoons. One was me, and the other is my twin sister, Saya. Joel took Saya and raised her as his daughter, but he locked me up in a tower as an experiment for fifty years. When Sister found me, she named me "Diva" for my singing voice, and let me out of that tower, but I killed Joel in revenge. Saya has hated me ever since, and we've been fighting each other when we woke up. You see, every three years that I was awake, I would have to sleep for thirty. But before I went to sleep for that first time, I made Joel's assistant, Amshel, my Chevalier.

The first time, we ended up in Russia, and I made Grigori Rasputin my second Chevalier. I posed as Anastasia, and we caused the Revolution, but we left. Then it was Italy, at the end of World War I, when I woke up the next time. I made a young man, Solomon, into my third Chevalier, since Grigori had died. But when I woke up the next time...Well, things were very different. Amshel had taken interest more and more in politics as I slept, so during World War II, we worked with the Germans. Martin Bormann was my Chevalier then, and an American solider left to die in Berlin named James. I was sent to Auschwitz to avoid the air raids, and fell in love with Josef Mengele, only for him to betray me.

The next time I woke up---I would guess it's after your time, because of the way you talk, it was the Vietnam War. A young man named Karl became my Chevalier. Saya and I fought really hard then, but it wasn't anything compared to the last time. I woke up in 2005, and we fount for two years before Saya killed me. But I could come to the Plane by then, so the Twins brought me back, and that's why my blood is black.

{She smiles} It's a lot, isn't it? But that's my life's story.

[identity profile] madamemoiselle.livejournal.com 2009-10-16 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, well, that's why it's surprising that you call me "Angel"! Even after hearing all of that...

Lots of people would think that "Devil" would be better. But...It's nice, I think.

[identity profile] madamemoiselle.livejournal.com 2009-10-18 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
{Surprised} ...Have you really? And what kind of pasts did they have?