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When; Sunday, November 8th (backdated)
Rating; PG-13 for evil? Violence?
Characters; Jadis [

alldevouring]
Summary; Come closer, little girl. All I need is one drop.
Log;

Jadis only needs a single drop of blood.

Although she has no corporeal body, Jadis knows the way to get one. A bit of human blood, spilled, would bring her back. Would give her a chance to rule the City as it is meant to be ruled, since it has become more and more irritating to attempt to rule Narnia. Jadis knows to take an opportunity as it is handed to her, and she will take this one.

She spends her time in Xanadu because people pass there, and she sees the little girl long before she is seen. Children can be impressionable, particularly those who have not met the Lion.

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She had a certain fondness for walking out in Xanadu, whenever her strength served her right. And certainly hoped that no one ever thought ill of her, was considerate enough to leave notes, if she ever left. But in the end, little Hotaru thought of herself as a burden. Yet the walk out to the park had certainly been put off far too long. It was the cold, after all, it brought too many aches and pains to her already weak little body.

By now, it was a long gone thought, solved by simple aspirin and wearing a heavier amount of clothing than usual. Black, and nothing but. Hotaru is still rather oblivious to any one around her, even people that already passed by her as she trailed down the path, where the flowers once were. She even considered to head back, after a disheartening discovery that there was nothing but the color of gold and brown, and not the pastels she was fond of. For a hesitant little second, she stood there, on the path, half-debating with herself to continue forward, or press on.

Unfortunately, Hotaru continued rather slowly.

Jadis knew how to use people; if anything, there was always a way to get what she wanted. She speaks, and her tone is sweet, because don't children like sweeties? She uses words carefully, softly. "Little girl," she calls out. "Little girl, I need help," she adds, hating the word help but knowing that she needs to use it.

Jadis has no actual body, but she does resemble a ghost, in a way. She's not quite translucent, and she looks rimed with frost, her hair white and thick, her dress looking like it's made of snow. She waits, hopes that this girl will turn and think that maybe it is a good idea to heed the sweet voice coming from the just down the path.

One drop.

Just one drop.

The key word there being "help", Hotaru was still notoriously blind enough to stop and drop everything to appease someone. Anything to make them happy. But it was so distant and unusual to hear it in the first place, Hotaru had to stop to rationalize it. With wide dark eyes, Hotaru took a few steps closer to where she heard it, clasping a hand to her heart, "... Hello?" She questioned, yet rushed along, "Wh- where are you?"

She certainly would not question what and if they needed help with. That would be very rude, indeed. The little girl trudges forward, and stops, finally, eyes resting on a ghostly figure, in mild disbelief. Was that her? Is that a spirit? It's only her appearance that makes her reluctant.

"Ah, I- I'm sorry?"

Jadis smiled as sweetly as she could. The fact was that she didn't like anyone - she had allies, not friends - but she knew how to use people, and this girl was no different. The fact that she stopped made the white witch realize that she was close enough to taste her freedom, her corporealness, her magic.

"Right here, sweet girl," she says, smiling, trying to her hardest not to be angry, even though she is angry, angry that she has to stoop to this to get what she wants. But that doesn't matter.

"Come here," she says. "I need your help."

Hotaru moved forward with no question, carefully, as to not to exert herself. As tempted as she was to ask, Hotaru held back on questioning, only raising a thin eyebrow, nodding, until Hotaru could get a better look at her. The poor woman... was this result of a curse or something else? It managed to work a very large frown from Hotaru.

Of course she would help, it seemed the right thing to do, no questions, at all, "What do you need? What happened?" The last questioned stumbled from Hotaru's mouth, as she was careful not to look at her directly, kept a submissive droop of her head.

Jadis took a moment and hunched her shoulders a bit, looking a little less like a queen in her own opinion. "I was tricked," she says, which is a lie, but Jadis never truly cared about lies, only power. "My magic was taken from me, and I am left like this," she adds, after a moment. This is taking too long, but people won't cut themselves without a sob story or without something to gain in return.

"All I need to regain my body and my magic is a single drop of blood from you, my sweet."

No, definitely not. The rationale in Hotaru's mind argued, while skeptical, such a thing was possible. Plenty of beings lived freely to exist in this world to harm and curse one another. "Oh," She caught herself, feeling unsure. She did, however, approach forward, no matter how ghastly she thought the request seemed.

Blood... really? Yet lucky for this witch, magic and rituals were beyond her. "Like a pin-prick?" Hotaru wouldn't lie to herself, it made her uncomfortable, it showed in the way her body tensed up.

To be honest, Jadis would have preferred if the girl would slice her own throat and save her time, but for the purpose of this particular spell all she needed was a single drop of blood. And it was not that Jadis was completely thankless. She would let the girl go after she got what she wanted in a gesture of mercy. Gratitude only went that far, however.

"Just a little pinprick, sweet girl," Jadis croons, smiling. "And then I will be free, and you will have helped me."

The faint voice in Hotaru's head that only surfaced whenever Hotaru was sick or upset stirred. It was too faint for Hotaru to even notice, and as by nature, any feelings were typically ignored, she would act out in the opposite. Hotaru nodded, taking it in all in. It seemed harmless enough to her, and with downcast eyes, for a moment, Hotaru appeared doubtful.

"Ah... all right," Finally, agreeing, but with a shaky voice. And wearily, Hotaru offered a smile back. "If it really does help you, um, return to normal."

Jadis felt victory course through her like a balm. Hopefully the fool girl has a needle or something like that, because Jadis has nothing; she smiles, though, and looks around. "My dear, you will have to do it yourself, and then I will be free, and you may go along your way." There, her word, given. She will not go back on that.

Let it not be said that the Queen of Narnia reneges on her offers.

She paused, holding a hand to her chest once more, slightly rummaging underneath the jacket. There was a rose-like broach pinned underneath her jacket, part of her ensemble of clothing. "Ah-" Hotaru lowered her head out embarrassment, finally managing to unhook the said broach from her clothing, feeling it loosen slightly.

And victoriously, she pulled out the broach, sheepishly displaying it. Well, one prick... it wouldn't be so much. To her, Jadis wasn't threatening, at all. Carefully and slowly, Hotaru unhooked it, pulled back the small pin, took out her first finger, and pressed down hard. A small grimace showed up on her face, and withdrawing, Hotaru was successful in drawing her own blood, holding out a hand well enough for her to see.

"Ah... like that? I mean- what do you want me to do?"

Jadis reaches her own hand to take the bloody finger in the palm of her hand. Then, for an instant, it is freezingly cold around the both of them; Jadis' magic is not kind or warm, in any sense of the word. She feels the life come back to her, powered by the one single drop of blood. She hisses in victory and says, "This is it. This is it."

She stands to her full height. "Little girl," she commands, "I am Jadis, Queen of Narnia, and you may go forth and tell them, or you may keep it to yourself, but I have returned."

There is a terrible menace in her voice, but a great unbridled joy, even as she sweeps away, back into the park, to plan her revenge.

The cold nearly takes the energy out from her, her knees buckle, she winces, and never says a word. And when it's over, Hotaru offers a weak little smile, a slight nod, and nearly drops to her knees.

A queen? Hotaru feels her pass by, like a passing cold breeze, turns to watch her leave. Even then, Hotaru offers a call out, "... G- good luck, Jadis-sama!"

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