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[right]Interactions: Luna [@Estylwen], Bé [@Aeolian], Greenwood [@Shin Ghost Note], Lila [@NoriWasHere], Everyone
[code]The House on the Hill[/code][/right][hr]
Anya carefully, silently, kept up with everything that was going on. The talk of the pit was stupid. Suicidal, as multiple people pointed out. It was so idiotic she didn't even deem it important to respond to. If those four decided to throw away their lives? That was on them. Natural selection, in a way. Weeding out those without the intelligence to survive. Nobody she cared about - which was to say, Sloane - was involved.

[color=9966CC]”Bé? What a pleasant surprise.”[/color] She too was surprised to see him - though it made sense, if he wanted to preserve his life. She offered him a smile and a nod, not saying much more. There wasn’t the particular need for words between them, both similar enough to understand that they weren’t here for pleasantries. 
 
The topic had moved forward anyway, with the boy - Clancy - bursting in. Or what was left of him, that was. Anya's lips parted in an expression of mock surprise, eyes widening. Really, it just confirmed suspicions. After all, she couldn't access Clancy's dreams. All [i]humans[/I] dreamed, even if rare thanks to frequent alcohol intake.

[color=9966CC]”Luca, don't- Sullivan!”[/color] Anya jumped to her feet as one of their weaker members passed out, face morphing into the picture of concern. Sloane already had it under control - Chalice back to Sully, the oaf doing something useful for once. It was a shame they'd lost their less irritating healers.

She gave Clancy her complete attention when he spoke, committing it to memory. Her mouth opened to ask more.

But then Luna opened her mouth to say something so unnecessary, something that firmly pushed her into the liability category of coven members.

Anya's gaze turned to her as she mentioned other threats. It was actually difficult to keep her expression neutral at that. How stupid could she get? Of course she knew exactly who Luna was talking about. 

And they were dangerous. 

Too dangerous for everyone else to know about. They were already talking about jumping into the Pit! Knocking down the Elite's doors! They'd do the same for this group too. Then they’d all die.

[color=9966CC][i]Don't mention them[/i].[/color] Anya's voice spoke directly into Luna's mind. It would be obvious to Luna that it was telepathically transmitted, transplanted right past her emotional field. It wasn't an ability Anya had ten years ago. It wasn't one she used very often, either. Previous to this only one person knew of it - Greyson, who had talked to her while developing his own spell to transplant messages into people’s minds. Hers had taken a different route. More simple, but one not visual. She could, after all, use the channels opened in dreams to get right to a person’s mind. [color=9966CC][i]Tell the coven and they kill us all. Hold your tongue. The only threats are Father Wolf, 8th Street[/i] and [i]the Wolfpack.[/i].[/color]

Then, a moment later. [color=9966CC][i]We can talk later[/i].[/color]

Out loud, she said. [color=9966CC]”Of course there are others after us, Luna. The St Portwell magical scene is filled with groups that want to get rid of the rest. There's no point chasing anything beyond the immediate, so let's concentrate on those.”[/color]
Hopefully it was enough to stop others from questioning it, and Luna would hold her tongue. If someone asked, she could lie. She was a spy. It was part of the job. 

Anya really didn't want to get killed because of one person's loose lips. 

Thankfully, their future allies had finally arrived. It was a good way to move the conversation forward from risky business, and onto what they should actually be concentrating on. Immediate threats, things within their current capabilities. 

[color=9966CC]"Greenwood, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”[/color] Anya smiled warmly at them, before looking at the chaos that had unfolded. [color=9966CC]”The cousin of our former leader,”[/color] she gestured to Clancy, [color=9966CC]”was injured and came to us for help. People reacted defensively and another helped him, hurting himself in the process. Everyone is healing and calming down now.”[/color]

It was a good enough explanation of the situation without taking all day with it - one given before Jack could go on another spiel. 

[color=9966CC]”Calming down including not bringing things up from eavesdropping, and ruining the mood further.”[/color] She glanced at Lila, still smiling, almost unnervingly.

[color=9966CC]”I suppose we should do proper introductions, as started by Jasper. Perhaps describe a little about what we can each do? This is to discuss a magical alliance after all."[/color] Anya smiled. [color=9966CC]"I'm Anya Baksh. I specialise in dream magic.”[/color]
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 [right][b]Interactions:[/b] Jasper [@NoriWasHere], Sully & Sloane [@Atrophy], Stormy [@Blizz], Everyone Present
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As the elixir got into his system, Luca began to wake up. His eyes slowly cracked open. His vision was blurry… Everything hurt. The agony in the arm that had rotted away, his whole body feeling like he’d been thrown off a building. A different weakness from normal. Magically weak. 

The Rot itself was too weak to leave Luca right now, but with Phantombane in effect the rotting touch across his skin was minimised. Barely existent. 

His mind was a bit delirious. He could tell this was real, but his thoughts were sluggish, and his body didn't quite do what he wanted it to. As his vision finally came into focus, enough to recognise what was immediately around him, the first thing he saw was Jasper.

He reached up, good hand cupping Jasper's face. [color=6B8E23]”Heyyy, did I die and go to heaven?”[/color]

There was a smile on his lips, laughter bubbling weakly from them, his voice hoarse. He dropped his hand as his mind started to get clearer again, blushing a bit, hoping it was taken as a joke. It mostly had been. He turned his head to look at Stormy then Sully. 

[color=6B8E23]”Waking up surrounded by you three… really is the dream… Sully, can I get some more of that good stuff?”[/color] Luca croaked out, weakly raising the arm that had practically rotted to the bone. What he'd been given from the water gun was enough to regain consciousness, his heartbeat speeding up from the sluggish pace it'd been barely pumping blood around his body with. But it didn't repair all of the damage.

He looked past the three near him to Sloane, staring so intently at him. He raised his good hand to form a thumbs up, and smiled, hoping to convey that he was alright. His eyes as they met hers were clear, dark brown. Not a single tendril of putrid green. Entirely Luca… as far as anyone could tell, at least.

Luca hadn’t been awake for Greenwood entering, but he heard Anya say who they were and call for introductions.

[color=6B8E23]”I’m Luciano Alves Oliviera,”[/color] he said on instinct, like this was some sort of job interview. His brain still wasn’t quite functioning right. Then he laughed. [color=6B8E23]”Sorry, just Luca! I’ve got a ghost attached to me that makes me rot things, so don’t come too close… it’s dormant for now, though.”[/color]