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[When the video feed comes on, all Bargelings are treated to the sight of what looks like a rotting corpse. In fact, that's pretty close to the truth: she's a zombie, body half-decomposed, skin a rotten green and lips blue, body partially dismembered and held together with stitches. She's sitting on the floor of her room in a lotus position, dressed in hippie garb and looking badly in need of a bath.]
Brothers and sisters: greetings. I am Mariska, Zombie Queen of Psychedelia. One of the...ahah...infamous Dark Purveyors.
[She's staring with a great and creepy intensity at the screen, one eye a milky, filmed-over pale blue, the other eye yellow. Her voice has a rather inhuman resonance, but aside from that, and the slow, relaxed way she's speaking and the soft laughter...she sounds just like Amanda Young.]
I just arrived, and I must say, this is a really heavy trip to be dealing with. Seems like I stepped outside the boundaries of the universe, and while I've read enough on this device to get the gist of this vessel, the particulars are unknown to me. I seek those truths. My mind and heart are open to whatever you're willing to tell me. If you're looking for payment, I have no money...ahahahaa...but I'll gladly trade you a song.
[There's a large sitar in her lap, painted in swirling colors and patterns.]
Share your names and speak vibrantly, children. Hahahaaa...
Brothers and sisters: greetings. I am Mariska, Zombie Queen of Psychedelia. One of the...ahah...infamous Dark Purveyors.
[She's staring with a great and creepy intensity at the screen, one eye a milky, filmed-over pale blue, the other eye yellow. Her voice has a rather inhuman resonance, but aside from that, and the slow, relaxed way she's speaking and the soft laughter...she sounds just like Amanda Young.]
I just arrived, and I must say, this is a really heavy trip to be dealing with. Seems like I stepped outside the boundaries of the universe, and while I've read enough on this device to get the gist of this vessel, the particulars are unknown to me. I seek those truths. My mind and heart are open to whatever you're willing to tell me. If you're looking for payment, I have no money...ahahahaa...but I'll gladly trade you a song.
[There's a large sitar in her lap, painted in swirling colors and patterns.]
Share your names and speak vibrantly, children. Hahahaaa...
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Date: 2012-07-22 03:25 am (UTC)From:[She raises one hand, palm up, and light begins to emerge there. It gathers into the shape of a butterfly, all shimmering in pink, purple, blue and green. She blows it gently off her hand, and it begins to lazily flutter around her.
She is just the most un-zombie-like zombie ever.]
I still have some powers, ahaaa. That's nice. I'd be sad if I couldn't make my butterflies...
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Date: 2012-07-22 03:29 am (UTC)From:[Giiiiirl, you are so much creepier than the modern-variety zombies.]
Yeah, you go.. Do that.. make.. butterflies.
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Date: 2012-07-22 03:33 am (UTC)From:[The butterfly perches on her head. Mariska turns her eyes up in an attempt to glimpse it, as a iridescent, translucent bubble emerges from somewhere within her and expands to enclose her. She floats off the floor, legs still crossed before her, and frowns a little when she stops four feet off the ground.]
Oh, that's not very high at all...
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Date: 2012-07-22 04:10 am (UTC)From:Except not really. Except sort of. If she ends up by some miracle not being evil then probably not. ...
Buffy just makes the icon face and disconnects.]