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[/center][right][b]Interactions (Sully):[/b] 317[@NoriWasHere] Leon[@AtomicEmperor] Drake[@Shin Ghost Note]
[b]Interactions (Sloane):[/b]  Lynn, Olivia (via cold shoulder)[@NoriWasHere] Anya, Luca [@Fernstone]  
[code]The Eleventh Path[/code][/right][hr]

Sully lagged a little behind the other members of Greenwood, his typical bombastic arrivals announced only by a low whistle as he took in the architecture of the Eleventh Path. Jack and Ken had done well for themselves. Maybe they would let him crash on a couch here once the winter ruined the novelty of a Greenwood campout. He was dressed in his typical lumberjack special. His eyes were red and puffy, and for once it wasn’t solely from standing too close to Ruby when she sparked up one of her booty blunts. Considering his closeness with Auri, Britney had given him the bad news earlier. The morning, simply, had sucked. 

He had to basically force himself to show up for two reasons. The first was for Auri. The second was that he was Greenwood’s representative, a “fact” that he would’ve started to question (given that the top dogs of Greenwood had shown up today) if his mind wasn’t focusing on other things. Things like how he had this whole representative/politician bit planned out where he would’ve shown up in a suit with his hair slicked that was ruined by Father Wolf striking again, or what he was going to do now with a box full of “Vote 4 Sully” stickers, or why he had even thought the bit would’ve played in the first place. Then there were things like what he should do for Auri's sisters or her boyfriend, like if he should text them or go the extra mile and make a phone call, and then what would he even say, and if they would want to hear it. 

Sully nodded his head along dumbly as Ruby went over the details regarding the raid. She had already briefed them earlier, so he had the jist: magic storm thingy, rich dude fuck island, Call of Duty Nazi Zombies, and a hungry puppy. His blank expression shifted to a sudden repulsion when Octavia mentioned Scott Reese.  He perked up a bit as the art bros started introducing themselves, laser focusing on the sci-fi looking piece Riley was carrying. Were they all getting magic guns then? Were Sully’s years of destroying preteens at the Laser Quest, who had come for a shitty birthday party and instead got a laser ass whooping to the soundtrack of Grease so bad that they couldn’t Summer Nights without starting to shake, finally about to pay off? Had Octavia made a horrible mistake by offering up the weapons in their vaults? 

The answer to these questions were: hell fucking yeah they better be, of course it would, and definitely not, what could go wrong? 

[color=goldenrod]“Sullivan McPherson. Call me Sully. I got a magic cup. The drinking kind, not the protection kind,”[/color] said Sully, introducing himself to the 317 with a little at-your-service salute. He pointed to Riley’s Plasma Launcher and gave Octavia a flash of the ol’ puppy dog eyes. [color=goldenrod]“Can I get one of those bad boys?”[/color]

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[color=silver]“Thank you, Jack,”[/color] said Sloane, lifting up the Brass Needle with delicate care as if it was fine china with a crack already in it. 

She paused, meeting Jack’s eyes yet again, her stomach knotting. She should probably apologize to him for having been so curt with him as of late. His attempt to try and peek over the privacy fence she’d put around her as if he was a nosy neighbor had been irksome, but it had been with good intent. It was clear, between the effort he’d gone through with Ken to build this sanctum to putting his life on the line to retrieve an artifact that could right the wrong of another, that Jack was dedicated. 

Sloane wetted her dry lips, rolled her eyes, and scooped the Stasis Hammer and the Map of Theseus up instead, awkwardly trying to juggle the artifacts back to her seat like the jackass at a grocery store who insists that they don’t need a shopping cart. Time was short and her stupid magic took too long. Besides, she doubted Jack actually even cared what she thought of him. She visibly winced as the artifacts dumped a little louder than she had anticipated onto the table before her, preemptively waving off Anya with the back of her hand in such an aggressive fashion anyway else would’ve read the sign of “I’m fine” as “fuck off”.

However, Anya did not turn, or at least not immediately, and Sloane’s hand fell limp as if all of the bones had been removed from her wrist as she saw that her friend was distracted by Olivia. Her jaw tightened as she sat back down, turning her shoulder ever so slightly to the pair. She pulled  out her Channeler as she sulked, moving the card closer to the hammer, and stopping as she overheard Drake circle back on something she had missed. Scott Reese was alive? Then  wouldn’t that mean the Stygian Snake could still…? Pieces of a puzzle clicked in place, or perhaps it was better to say that some rough mental gymnastics  forcefully slammed them together until the cardboard bent enough that the pieces fit. A rare look of panic crossed Sloane’s face as she glanced across the table towards Lynn.

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[color=3874f4]”I'm just worried because, unlike some of ya'll, I got other people on the line here. Other people that can't handle that monster.”[/color]

[color=C67C12]"Hey now, no need to fret, Blackmore! C'mon... 317 ain't exactly the benchmark when it comes to combat Adepts: No offence to you guys, of course, you do what you can. But Linqian was never one of our best either, right? I can handle her and Aryin at the same time, confirmed by several recent tests too. So, I think it's in our best interests that if Scott Reese shows up to play, you leave him to me,"[/color] boasted Leon [color=C67C12]"Just give me whatever artifact you want applied to him that you think would weaken him, and boom: You lose one asshole for one asshole. Equal trade in terms of effort and power."[/color]

[color=goldenrod]“Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude, where’s all the shit gonna go if we lose our asshole? And what’s this about worrying?”[/color] shouted Sully, giving Drake a slap on the shoulder. [color=goldenrod]“Worrying? You’re worrying? Man, the one who needs to be worrying is that bitch ass Scott Reese. Look, check this out.”[/color]

Sully split the difference between Drake and Leon, gesturing from one and then to the other as he hyped them up.

[color=goldenrod]“Over here we got the goddamn Thunder God Drake “Raiden” Blackmore and over here we have the Big Bad Wolf, Leon “Motherfucking” Richoux. You throw in me, the Water Boy,”[/color] Sully winced, gave it another shot. [color=goldenrod]“The Juice Man!”[/color] Hard to say if that was any better. He said it again, uncertainly, [color=goldenrod]“ You throw in me, the…the Juice Man…and what’s Scott Reese gonna do? Nothing. Scott Reese ain’t gonna do nothing. He gonna walk back in that ocean and disappear for another ten years. Squad up, boys. We got our Team Aggro right here.”[/color]

[color=goldenrod]“Art bro! Strap me,”[/color] said Sully, holding his hand out in anticipation for the plasma rifle. His eyes widened as he finally fully processed what Leon had inferred about Linqian and Aryin, a hint of sadness being buried alive  by a red nose and bright, curly wig as Sully reverted back to clowning to keep the mood light. Forgetting all about the gun that was surely being tossed his way right now, Sully lifted his hand up for Leon to give him a high five. [color=goldenrod]“Oh, sick man. Nice!”[/color]

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With all of Sully’s antics going on Sloane was certain that Lynn wouldn’t pick up what she was trying to nonverbally communicate. She sighed and pushed her hair out of her face. Whatever, it could wait for after their field trip to Elysium Island. She slumped forward, propping her chin up as the covens started to divide themselves into teams. Before this kicked off she’d need to hit up Sully for a drink. Hopefully the Chalice could heal fatigue. 

[color=silver]“A coordinating group would be wise,”[/color] said Sloane, backing up Anya. She tilted her head towards Luca, [color=silver]“I’ll go with you. No doors will be safe between the two of us, and I might be able to disable their guardian.”[/color]