Moira Mernick

Goddess, Fate, Old as Time, Keeper and Maker of the Dead, Sister to Death, Dream, and Nightmare Among Others. /Assistant/ Manager of a Book Shop. I know. Fate's funny like that.

[rhinatempest-blog]

Rhina took a moment to drain her cauldron after the contents of it was sufficiently neutralised. She could feel her frustration abating slightly as she collected herself. Of course she didn’t expect something as intricate as necromancy to come quickly to her. What she was surprised about was that a God who controlled death was so accepting of an attempted resurrection. Rhina let out a laugh. “Everything. The entire process is a problem, but I’m fine. I’ll manage it eventually I’m a witch after all.”

[notdeathexactly]

"May I ask why you see fit to undo our work?" Moira's head cocked to the side a bit, like a bird's. A crow's. Some dark carrion bird with glittering eyes. "There are better ways to gain a minion. Is this love? Or are you merely teasing eternity to see what its fangs look like when bared?" 

Moira knew more of death than any being alive. But how it hurt and why it hurt was completely lost on her. Her attachments were a mystery to herself and others' were even stranger. "What do you want, Rhina Tempest?"

[the-bastien]

Bastien shrugged, was Arthur really the only one with a bit of spare time in their family? Did anyone in his family do anything but work besides him?

"I’m a simple demon, a goodbye works just fine for me," he smiled proud of his own wit. Still he was careful with his words, she may not be Thais nor Arthur, but she was something like death. Nothing good could come from pissing off those responsible for your death, "though I’m not exactly hoping for its end — not immediately anyways. Were you?"

[notdeathexactly]

She appreciated that he was willing to take no for an answer, and so, strangely, she was less likely to give it. Moira had never felt unsafe anywhere. She was a goddess, an eternal. Whatever harm one might attempt on her could be revisited one hundred fold at their end. But she was more than familiar with pushy creatures. She lived with them after all, and had done so for millenia. It shouldn't have done Bastien much credit to have acknowledged her reluctance but such courtesy was less common than it should have been. 

"I have learned to hope for nothing." Moira said softly. "It all comes out in the wash after all." She let her eyes rise to him a moment. "But you're surprisingly nice for a demon."

[melvillesdoom]

"Oh? Who do you want to get rid off? I’m sure you could just get Thais to stare at them for two seconds or more and they’d burst into flames. Problem solved."

Lallie snorted. “Yeah. If I just walked in here tomorrow and saw it all, I’d think it was the elves work. Not that I’m judging—,” which she was, “but in a city where half of its population is damned to Hell, why would you even bother with, uh, magic? We’re much farther into Nightmare Before Christmas than Polar Express.”

[notdeathexactly]

Moira suppressed her displeasure. Thais was certainly more showy than she was but that was not within her purview. It was Moira's, herself dammit. She evaded the question in any case. "If my siblings had their way we'd have no customers at all."

"Because small joys are what gives life meaning. Especially when the fires await." Moira said lightly. It was technically a lie. Nothing gave life meaning. Nothing but her and Pierre by being its opposite. But she didn't like getting vampires down. They'd just lie down and sleep for a thousand years which made her job harder. "And people who feel magical tend to buy things."

[virginiathorans]

Virginia gave the woman a nod, to show her understanding. She and Arthur had conversations before and everytime he’d acted so grumpy, that the vampiress didn’t knew if she should hate him or enjoy the fact, that her pure presence bothered him. 

"That’s true. I always like to introduce myself, even if it seems pointless." With a gallant movement of the hand, she showed the waiter, what she wanted to eat. He nodded and wrote everything down on a little note pad. The woman appreciated the use of something not technological, it was quite refreshing these days.

After taking her order, he turned to the pretty Mernick. “What can I bring you, Miss?”

[notdeathexactly]

"Oh I don't know, handsome." Moira replied to the young man, her eyes flashing with a strange combination of warmth and danger. "What have you been eyeing all night?" 

He blushed a little and pointed. "Oh. Good taste." Moira's hand brushed down his arm as he leaned into her. "Let's do that then." She nodded  and watched him step away, turned her gaze back to Virginia, whispered apologetically: "Poor thing only has a few more hours."

[freyjakaradottir]

"I’m a this-world-is-shit-and-I’m-a-big-reason-why-ist."

[notdeathexactly]

"Losing pride in your work, Thais? Sadness is education. They learn from your sort of unpleasantness. They don't from mine."

[the-bastien]

Bastien gave her a bit of a frown and a shrug, “I could, or I could stay and see what this half of death does in her spare time. Besides I’d like to find out what my death will look like — personally, I’d like it to go with a bang.”

[notdeathexactly]

"What spare time?" She placed the books she needed to reshelve on a cart, finally turning to look at him.

Moira wasn't not sure if she admired his gall or resented it. Her true nature was not something she generally discussed with mortals (and to be honest, to her, everyone that wasn't her family was a mortal, though even they had their end coming.) "Tell me, Bastien. How were you hoping this interaction would end?"

[rhinatempest-blog]

Rhina blinked back the slight shock that she felt as she heard Moira approach her. She shouldn’t have, after all, necromancy is entirely her forte. She smiled at her words. “Really? Doesn’t that go against all the principles of which you stand for?”

[notdeathexactly]

Nothing like a good entrance to boost what little ego Moira could still claim. It seemed like she forgot who she was at times as Arthur picked on her or Kader ordered her about, but the momentary flicker of awe on the witch's face was all it took to remind her. "That depends on you, Rhina Tempest. Consider me tech support. What seems to be the trouble?"

[miscreantmernick]

"Touché. Which I guess is why you’re around?"

"And I haven’t heard of it?" Arthur feigned offense. "Blasphemy." Were this Amy he’d been dealing with, chances are he would be covered in holiday cheer of various colors by now, all glitter and fluff, no argument that could compete. Thank whatever god there was that this sibling knew her grounds, at least. 

[notdeathexactly]

"I'm around to end things when the time comes." Moira said softly. No hint of malice. "Or just help with that, I suppose." She adjusted a light on the Christmas tree. "But in the meantime I take my entertainments where I can. And you, dearest brother, are very entertaining. Or can be when you aren't being unreasonable."

"You only had to ask. I did not want to presume you hadn't devised such a thing yourself. Nowadays I delight in irony, not torture." She put her hand near his. "Though I do so miss our consultations."

[queenofthenight-evangeline]

I will not be changing for you. 

[notdeathexactly]

People never think they are.

[freyjakaradottir]

'Aren't you a little optimist.”

[notdeathexactly]

"Pragmatist. With all my love to our dear sisters, optimism is a delusion and we are far too old for fairy stories. Especially when most of them involve us."

[virginiathorans]

The woman looked familiar but Virginia couldn’t match any name with that pretty face. “No, you are not”, she replied with a little smile. “To be honest I wasn’t expecting you, out of all people, but I could imagine worse companies. Your brothers Arthur for example.” Taking a sip out of the big wine glass, she signaled the waiter to come to their table to take their orders. “You are Moira, right? My name is Virginia, but I bet you already know that.”

[notdeathexactly]

"Arthur is terrible." Moira replied. "But not nearly as terrible as he thinks. That is the trick with him, you see." She settled into the seat opposite, trying not to make it awkward. She was out of practice and for the neverending life of her she couldn't quite explain why she was there in the first place. But the little vampire had a counter intuitively sweet smile. She was familiar with the girl's state, of course. She'd exploited it for Pierre's benefit many a time. But it was still marvelously strange how she glowed with warmth despite her nature. "Yes. That's me. Best Supporting Mernick." Don't complain to the lessers, Moira thought. It isn't fair to them. "And I did know but like to hear you say it anyway. Names are their owners' to give."

[melvillesdoom]

"I thought it was open 24/7. Change of policy?"

[notdeathexactly]

"No. But a change in customers would be nice."

She dumped the cardboard box onto the counter, pulling out greenery. "If you want to watch me hang Christmas decorations by all means stay. I personally prefer them to seem like they magically appear overnight. But I suppose that may have lost its novelty for you."

[virginiathorans]

"Ah! You are finally here; I was wondering what to order… oh…hello there.” Virginia looked up from the expensive seeming menu card of the restaurant, as soon as she heard someone approaching the table and sitting down. Confusion shooed over her face, but her smile stayed. “I didn’t expect you to turn up unexpectedly. Got enough money for a dinner here? Since I just received my wage for this month, I surely can.”

[notdeathexactly]

"People rarely expect me." Moira said, settling into the chair. If her siblings wouldn't go out with her she would go out on her own. And steal someone's date. Because she was a Fate, herself damn it. "I hope I'm not ruining your dinner."

[queenofthenight-evangeline]

Little demoness my ass

You cannot possibly be telling me that this is part of some grand scheme in the bigger cosmos. My irritation as a source of enjoyment for you? I hardly took you for Arthur.

[notdeathexactly]

You'll never know, Evangeline. And even if I tell you you'll never be sure if I'm lying or not. Don't insult me. I'm not cruel, only fascinated by change. Change for the better and I still will be fascinated.

[notdeathexactly]

"Okay this is me closing. Which means you can go."

[mistressmernick]

Kader’s brow showed little sign of the furrow that lie in wait. Occasionally, Kader could not be sure she was speaking to her siblings when they acted in such opposition to the characters she had come to know. Though Moira always seemed to have her days— today appeared to be one. “Are you requesting you rethink your life choices, or are you requesting I tell you to do so?” 

[notdeathexactly]

"No..." Red tinged Moira's cheeks. She didn't know why she even tried. "I'm requesting an invitation to go out." She kept herself from adding "I don't need more orders, thank you." She shifted a little on her feet. "Because I don't go out. I was agreeing with you." A sigh escaped her lips. "Forget it. I need to do inventory on the rare books anyway."

[freyjakaradottir]

"Keeping the store afloat. Now that’s just an exercise in futility."

[notdeathexactly]

"Everything is an exercise in futility, Thais."

"That doesn't mean it doesn't need to be done."