Santa Muerte - Alter's page

Muerte follows along, listening and enjoying the cool air. As tehy walk to the monastery she suddenly begins to speak, "Perhaps the monks might have their own tours as well. We could always be devotee's on a pilgrimage?" She gives a small shrug, "and if not, we can always force our way through." She smiles coldly and pats at a small bag on her side - presumably where she is hiding her weapon.

Muerte notices the coffee setup immediately and gracefully floats over to it - completely ignoring the young woman. "I've always been a patient one, but I haven't had a cup all day." She says to Paul as she fills up a cup - notably adding much more sugar than actual coffee to the mixture.

Muerte nods her head, "Of course Maceo - we shall retrieve the relic quickly." She entertain Paul's notion a moment; "Is there truly a need for such subtlety? It would seem to me they refused the right to such niceties." She has a wicked gleam in her eye as she talks

Muerte stares hard as Maceo leaves. "No, I am in no need dear one." She says absentmindedly. She turns with a sudden smile and places a hand on Paul's shoulder. "Thank you for your help this evening." She says before allowing herself to fall on the bed. It was comfortable - if a little soft.

"We have work ahead of us it seems - let us rest for now yes?"

"It is wonderful, thank you for the thoughtfulness." She sweeps into the room and breathes deep. She didn't feel particularly tired, but the bed did look comfortable. " When do we leave for this task?" She asked suddenly.

Muerte just smiles sweetly, seeming to take the admonishment in stride. "Of course my lovely child, anything for you." With a small glint in her eye she continues, "No matter what happens, I will always welcome you." She then sits back patiently and stares out the window.

Muerte stares at Maceo solemnly as she enters the car and sits. "Why have you brought me here like this? I have not felt such anger or joy in a long while..." She says slowly, hinting at her displeasure to her current state.

My apologies. I am here. Posting now.

Muerte starts to walk away with Paul as a glimmer catches her eye. With a fluidity and speed far beyond the common man a flash of light appears in Muerte's hand breifly before being replaced with a pearl handed pistol. She points it at the small camera as it stares ominously down at them, a dull red light blinking slowly.

"Paul." She jerks softly at his arm and gestures "Can we fix that?"

Her eyes focus on Paul icily "Not the coffee - your master. What is this anger, this desire?" She stares at Paul hard for a moment before softening and regaining her original graceful composure. "I do not blame you, Paul, nor the young man with the coffee. If I had to be honest - " She flashes a warm smile, like a mother watching her children "I don't even hold it against Maceo. Some just wish to return to my love faster than others." She giggles and offers Paul her arm once again, "We should find him soon, no?"

Muerte picks up her cup delicately and glances over the numbers. She smiles warmly as she takes a sip of the coffee.

Tepid. Bitter. Awful.

Muerte stands up slowly and glides to the counter, giving the young man a sweet smile. "My coffee is cold and bitter." Her eye take on a gleaming quality as she reaches up and strokes the boys cheek, "is that what you think of me? Of mine?" Muertes voice cracks a bit and her smile becomes hard, menacing. She grabs the employees chin in her iron grasp and pulls him close, whispering, "Do you fear me? Do you fear death?" A single tear forms and rolls down her soft cheek.

With her offhand Muerte reaches down and pulls out her gun, it glows bright a moment leaving an old machete in her hand. She releases the man, screaming "YOU WILL COME TO ME WHEN I DESIRE, LOVE OR NONE!" She slams the machete into the counter, cleaning slicing a chunk from it. As she does the light from he r eyes fade and is replaced by a look of horror as she stares down at her hands. She whirls on Paul and, grabbing him quickly, flees the shop, stopping only once they are far away from prying eyes.

" What...what has that man done to me?

"With plenty of sugar, if you please" Muerte's voice is soft and low, like the whispers of the dead.

She leaves Paul to order the coffee as she glides over to a table nestled into the corner, giving her a view of the little shop and all it's entrances. Sitting gracefully she begins to play with the condiments that are available table side; stacking them, un-stacking them, and knocking over her creations.

Muerte's eyes slide over Maceo and onto Paul taking in the young man with the laptops.

What are laptops?

Muerte puts the thought out of her mind. "A Cafe it is then." she says sweetly as she holds her scythe aloft. The weapons edge gleams as light from the night sky pours over the blade. As she holds it the light seems to expand, turning brighter, and moving across not just the blade, but the handle as well. The scythe shrinks collapsing in on itself as it becomes a small ball of light in Muerte's hand - which suddenly cracks and dissolves leaving behind a gleaming pistol. "A more subtle approach, no?" Muerte gives a small laugh that might have been cute had it not come from the literal Spirit of Death and offers Paul her arm.

This power, this rage, this love

Santa Muerte casts an eye around the room as she gives a small stretch of her neck and a flex of her fingers. A scattering of people stare, almost desperately, out to her - all waiting with their breath held tight.

"...Will you enter into a contract?" Muerte's shadowed eyes focus in front of her where the man is standing. He looks calm, powerful, in control, but his eyes flick subtly to the stoic woman off in the corner. A small smile comes across her face as Muerte raises a delicate hand, offering it to the man, and her eyes soften lovingly as she meets his gaze.

"Of course, my child. I have always been yours and you have always been mine." Her voice is sweet, melodic even, but the melody feels sad and soft.

I'm pumped! We're going to go straight to the top Paul!

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