<b>New Orleans, Louisiana <br/>
3:35 am</b><br/><br/>~<br/><br/>Adelaide hadn't been able to calm her nerves. Not even after sucking down two marijuana pre-rolls and a cig in a matter of a hour tops. She had lit up the first one as soon as she made it out of the city, heading down the narrow backroads towards the swampy outskirts. Her brown boots, now caked in dust, shuffled against the uneven dirt road. Gently she brushed the chestnut locks from her face, arranging them snugly behind her ears.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">Fuck. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she winced, feeling a pain shoot into her shoulder. Most likely from the tumble she had taken during a visit from her unexpected visitor. Unfortunately for her it hadn't been the girl scouts selling cookies. Rotating her arm in a tight circle she waited for a small pop, a few more curse words fallow after. Tilting her head to the side she gave her neck a crack as well, already feeling her body healing.</span><br/><br/>Despite being on a road that was seldomly traveled, unless you were a local, she couldn't let her guard down. There was no telling who had issued the hit, but not many people were in the<i>mutant</i>bounty business these days. Well, unless you were another mutant. If there was a trophy for being at the top of most shitlists it would surely go to Miss Adelaide Marie LeBeau. Question was, who would know to find her here in Louisiana?<br/><br/>Her deep sienna eyes narrowed as the structure slowly came into view. A new feeling stirring inside of her. Softly glowing lanterns lined each side of the narrow walkway, inviting clusters of moths to dance around its warmth. A heavy sigh escaped her full lips as she continued forward, the colossal home coming more into view amongst the heavy vegetation.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/attachments/2696/" title="Oak Alley Plantation.jpeg">
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</div></div><br/>Before Adelaide could reach the door it abruptly swung open. Stepping out of the French styled doors was a silver haired women, dressed in a long cotton nightgown.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"Oh good god, child. You gonna give me a damn heart attack one of these days." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">The women placed an aged hand onto her heart before giving the girl a small smile. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Look Lottie, I'm sorry..I know you don't like it much wh-" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">a hand moved out to hush her, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"We can talk bout it in the mornin, <i>sha. </i>For now I think you need a hot bath and pillow to lay on." </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">~~<br/>
<b>The Next Morning</b></span><br/><br/>Plush grass caressed the tips of her fingers as she let her arm drape over the side of the hammock. Letting her eyes fall shut she took in the surroundings, the warm sun resting against her bare stomach, a gentle breeze rushed through the trees, birds singing in all directions. She focused on the sound of the cicadas, always having loved their humming melodies. It brought her back to her childhood on the plantation, after her parents had left for the last time. Countless days she had spent under willow tree waiting for them to return.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(26, 188, 156)">"Marie! Maaarieeee!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">The voice made her smile though she kept her eyes tightly closed. She could hear the light crunching of tiny shoes approaching, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(26, 188, 156)">"Marie?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">the voice called out once more, this time right next to her. A set of small fingers began to poke at her cheeks. Sensing the frustration when the child moved away she reached up for his arm, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Gotcha!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">swooping him up with ease she placed the boy in her lap. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(26, 188, 156)">"I knew you weren't sleepin, Marie!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">he giggled, trying to wiggle from the kisses she placed on his blonde head. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Awe, you caught me, kid." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">her arms went around him, helping to steady him in the swaying hammock. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(26, 188, 156)">"Nanny Lottie said she needs to talk to you, its <i>inportmant." </i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">his tone went deep and serious, which only made her laugh and hold him tighter. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Did she now? Whelp, we better not keep her waiting or she'll be turning us both into gator grub," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Adel lifted him from her lap and set him on the ground before pulling herself up and out. Taking the child's hand she led him towards the back porch, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(26, 188, 156)">"If she tries you'll just fly us away!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">he chirped beside her, tossing whatever toy he had up into the air. <br/>
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Adel only eyed him, keeping her lips pressed into a hard line. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(26, 188, 156)">"Nanny Lottie said you can fly, but don't. She says you do a lot of things you shouldn't....why?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">And there it was, a million dollar question asked by a six year old. After a few more seconds of silence she parted her lips to speak, only to lose the words immediately. The question was a hard one, especially coming from the closest thing to a sibling she ever had. <br/>
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Stopping just shy from the last wooden step she crouched down to rest on her knees, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Nanny..worries. That's all." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she said. The boy nodded slowly, obviously not taking her answer but also knowing better then to push. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"You go on and play, leave the worries for the oldies." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she smiled, giving his golden curls a light brush. It wasn't until Lucas had turned to leave that she saw what the toy was. It's worn out red and gold plastic catching the suns rays peeking through the trees. It was an old Ironman action figure. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"You gonna tell me what the hell you were doing at that club?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lottie placed one hand on her curvy hip, her pale eyes looking hard at the girl. Her grey brows furrowed as she impatiently waited for a response. Adelaide rested her elbows against the top of the dining table, setting her face in her hands. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"It was the weekend, figured I'd meet a couple friends for a drink...and strippers," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Adel shrugged. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"After all these years you still think you can lie to me? Try again, <i>sha</i>," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lottie moved away from the table, grabbing a rag to clean the ccounters which she had already done ten times since they'd been in the kitchen.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Honestly, Lottie. I was there meeting friends." </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"In the catacombs.."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"No- fuck....yes." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Adelaide sighed, letting her head smack into the table. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Damnit. You know I don't like my thoughts being read. Especially by you." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lotties telepathic abilities were mild, but she hardly ever used them. Only doing so if felt it was absolutely necessary, which was why Adel never had a barrier up around her. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"What if they killed you, Adelaide? I don't know why you always put yourself in the middle of things that you have no business being in. Hell, you didn't even try to defend yourself...." </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"And blow up the entire place in the process? What was I supposed to do? I was this close to getting information. Besides, the kid had a terrible shot-"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"Nobody knows where your father is, and this isnt the way to go about findin him. I know you want answers, <i>petite</i>. So do I. But now isn't the time." </span><br/><br/>Adelaide swallowed hard, fighting back the lump in her throat. She was right. Enough was enough. The women had taken her in as a child, cared for her like she was her own blood. The chaos that seemed to accompany Adel was not an easy burden to carry, yet Lottie never turned her back on her.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Your right, I'm sorry. I would never put you, or Lucas in harm's way. I'll always protect you..you known that don't you?" </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"Of course I know that." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she reached a hand up to rub the girl's cheek, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"but the universe has different plans for you. Something bigger than all this right now. It's time to be the person who you were meant to be.."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Soooo, no more strip clubs owned by illegal gamblers?" </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lottie threw the wash rag. Smiling when it hit her face. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"That's exactly what I mean. I'd eat up if I was you. You gotta long trip. Bags are already packed." </span><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><a class="js-lbImage" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/attachments/2703/" target="_blank">
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