The Clever One and the Potato (Margie)

[Siren]

The creature was beginning to grow quite bored with herself here in this new lake. There were no recent prey, and the Master never came to speak to her it seemed. She had begun to wonder if he had completely forgotten about her...

But that can't possibly be, she thought to herself. After all, if he's forgotten about me completely, I would no longer exist... right?

She sprawled across the bottom of the now quite murky pool which was her new 'lake'. Oh, she wished he would come visit her. It had been a bit of time since she'd actually had any sort of conversation, much less with another remotely intelligent being... There were no fish here. And the ghosts hardly came around this part.... So what was she to do, really, other than to guard a seemingly dead lake.

She turned over and slithered through the slimy waters, brushing the tips of her long claw-like nails across the surface of the water, causing a small wake as she skimmed along. While immortality was, in fact, rather convenient, it could also get to be rather... well... boring

The creature hummed to amuse herself as she swam along, her eerie melody echoing through the empty chamber-like room. Not even the sunlight could amuse her today, for the sky was quite grey with clouds, and there was some sort of a strange white substance piling itself atop of the glass panels of the roof. The larger of the two pools had grown quite cold it seemed, as had the air inside of the room, and a steam continuously came off of the smaller, warmer one.

These sort of conditions weren't normal in the underground lake. The temperature and weather there remained quite constant, naturally. Here though... here, the creature was somewhat confused, for there was weather she'd never experienced before herself. It was rather odd...

She slunk up into the warmer pool, over the little falls, and then coiled herself up just beneath the surface, deciding that a nap might be in order, considering there seemed to be nothing better for her to do.

[Marguerite DuBois]

Marguerite had decided that she wanted to take a walk and explore this large Manor. She'd been to all sorts of places! The library, the grand ballroom, the smaller sitting rooms, the kitchen with all the strange contraptions, and the opera house reconstruction! It was all marvellous, of course, but she wanted to see the WHOLE manor. She'd wandered her way down to the pool house, not really paying much attention to where she was going. Her mind tended to wander during walks like this, and she didn't mind too much.

She went into the pool house, looking around at the snow covered roof and the more-than-likely-freezing pool. There was a steamy haze coming from a smaller pool. It must be warmer. She shrugged, walking along the edge of the large pool. How cold was it...?

Stopping for a second, Marguerite bent down and took off her glove, dipping her finger into the water. It was ice cold, and she immediately withdrew her finger, giving a little exclamation of surprise. She stood, shoving her glove back on. She was definitely not going to try that again.

[Siren]

((OMG! Margie really is a potato! Lol Now we just need to figure out how to throw in projectile acid fish lol))

The serpentine creature had coiled herself into a relaxed position in the warmer, smaller pool, and had closed her eyes. It was rather quiet, and thus a nice time for the Siren to take a little nap. Perhaps a brief period of hibernation was even in store. After all, the cooler temperatures had made her rather lethargic as of late, or at least in comparison to her normal state of active guard duty. Anyone would have to be completely out of their mind to come trespassing at this time of year.

It wasn't long though after the aquatic succubus had closed her eyes ad begun to rest, that there were light footsteps along the shore. She tried to ignore them (she was really in no mood to be disrupted), but found she was unable to when whoever it was who was trespassing this time, let out an exclamation of surprise. Now severely irritated, the creature unfurled herself and poked her head above the surface to see what idiotic soul dared to disturb her. When she caught sight of who it was, however, her surprise was only matched by her irritation. It was that incompetent airhead who made up the other portion of the Master's mind...

“You...” she said, looking upon the woman in utter disgust. “What are you doing here? Don't you have something better to do than coming here to disturb me? Perhaps acting as a substitute for one of the Master's obsessive fantasies about his little Christine?” She narrowed her pale eyes and gave a sort of irritated smirk toward the blonde woman whom she recognized as the lesser portion of the Master's mind.

Frankly, even on a normal basis, when her nap wasn't being disturbed, the woman still irritated her. She figured that this was probably because the Master's imagination had two different sides to it: There was his murderous, ingenious, cunning, clever, and artistic side (the side in which the Siren existed), and then there was what was left, which consisted mostly of obsessing over a certain blonde soprano and daydreaming about being 'normal' (which was the portion of his brain where Marguerite resided). The bottom line was that she – the Siren – was the clever one, and Marguerite was... well... the potato one in comparison. They were from two completely separate worlds and the Siren preferred to keep it that way.

[Marguerite DuBois]

Marguerite pursed her lips when a familiar voice pierced the air. She turned to look at Érik's little pet Siren, a smirk crossing her lips. "What am I doing here? I'm taking a walk and looking around the manor. Oh, but you wouldn't know what a walk is, would you?" She giggled. "Silly me."

Quickly crossing the length between them, Marguerite cocked her head. "And how is the pet goldfish doing today? Well, I hope? You look a bit paler than usual." She brushed her skirts out, making a blatant reminder to the fish that she had legs. The creature annoyed her, but on the days when she had no one else to talk to, the creature had to suffice. It was better than talking to one's self after all.

[Siren]

The creature's pale eyes narrowed as the woman approached. If she weren't yet merely another portion of her own Master's mind, and there fore of herself in essence, she would have killed her on the spot, especially knowing how highly irritating the wench could be. She couldn't fathom why the Master's Mistress would bother coming to speak to her. After all, the two certainly didn't get along. Why the Master even bothered keeping her around was a mystery all in of itself.

She seethed with jealousy as the woman spoke and made every effort to show the one thing that the creature envied about her – her legs. Of course the Master had given her legs, and feet, but why on Earth would he give such to his Siren!? She hissed as the fool approached. “I am no paler. In fact, I've quite enjoyed my sunlight here. Now don't play coy with me, you insolent little lout. I mean what are you doing here specifically.”

[Marguerite DuBois]

Marguerite furrowed her brow in a little mock pout. "You don't believe me...? We're practically related, what a shame..." The little smile she had on her face earlier returned. "But really, I was taking a walk, saw the pool house and wanted to come in...is that so wrong?" The last four words, she spoke as if she were asking a small child throwing a temper tantrum. She knew the fish didn't like to be talked down to and belittled.

Looking around the pool house, Marguerite clicked her tongue with a bit of distaste. It was grimy in here, she couldn't understand how something could live in here...

"This place must be simply perfect for you," Marguerite said with a little smirk at her secret insinuation.

[Siren]

Practically related...

The creature did not like the thought of that at all! She gave a little scoff, turning up her nose in a somewhat arrogant air. It was some of the most human behaviour of which she was capable. “You and I are not even remotely related. Unfortunately for you, all of the Master's thoughts were focused on... other things, and he didn't have much left for you. In fact, I dare say that you were merely the airy space that was left between thoughts.”

The siren gave a smug smirk, then rolled her eyes at Marguerite's attempt at innocence. She didn't like the way that whiny irritant spoke to her. It was demeaning, and made the creature wish that she could simply drag her under and hold her there, watching her struggle against the cold grasp of death, but unfortunately, since she was also a part of the Master's mind (even if only a very, very little part of actual mind), she had no way of telling what that would, in turn, do to herself.