Estylwen

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

DDD:

Weellllll, in other news, I think this is the first time we've seen the Recollections drop.

The Dark Beyond

a slap rang across his face with her left hand

Oh-

it's a shame that it came with the cost of your family

Oh no-

she placed a red leather ring box in his hands

Ohnowhathaveijustwitnessed- o-o;;

Amazing post, Angel!

Just an FYI, I've got irl plans up until Sunday. I will be slow to ooc and unable to ic post.

@Lexisheeps

Sounds good, thank you for the heads up! IC is waiting for you. Very, very patiently. xD

The Dark Beyond

That was so good! What an amazing collab! I was getting all teary-eyed at a marvelously executed reunion. The song bit did me in. :')

"Now, let us go talk to your father. I have more than a few things to say to him and his husband."

*mouth hanging open in suspense*

I sense another collab underway...?

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Alizée Altieri

Location: Veni Vedi Veni, Parking Lot
@Punished GN, @FernStone, @Zombiedude101, @AtomicEmperor, @Atrophy

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Dark shades. It was difficult to see her, but Alizée had to furrow her eyebrows and do a double-take. Her memory was a little fuzzy, but something felt off. The accent was forced, she could tell. What was this individual, this audience trying to hide? And why did she seem so... familiar? It was a sensation that threw Alizée off, itched at the back of her head, drove her half-mad. She swore she had met this individual somewhere before.

“Get that thing away.”

A Familiar Stranger

Void and Alizée shared a glance before, in unison, they leveled a glare at the woman. "Rude."

The child flinched at Alizée's touch, causing her head to snap back, intriguing her further. Was she looking at a street urchin? Someone who had been traumatized? He recoiled nearly violently, but she didn't give him any provocation, no reason to act so riled up. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. What was the boy hiding?

As the child whispered as biting words as it could muster at Void, it appeared to have the opposite effect on the Voidly haunter. While Alizée grew suspicious, Void was over the moon. Phantom hands manifested, smaller in size this time, balled into enthused fists, hiding an adoring, jagged smile.

"Does it want a treat?"

Void's eyes suddenly went cold, predatory mode engaged. Alizée had almost forgotten Void's reputation as a haunter.

"Does it like toys?"

Void's voice grew more distorted, deeper and darker, before it uttered out cruel, malicious words.

"Does it want to feel the sweet, cold embrace of death?"

Alizée's hand waved in front of Void, cutting off the darkening atmosphere clouding around the two.

"Don't scare the kid; it probably doesn't have a good home situation." She thought, eyes narrowing.

"Then we should take it with us." Void thought back simply, evil smile widening.

"And give these people another reason to hate me? No."

Void only chuckled, eyes glinting.

"Just get out of my way. I need to go, and I don't have time to wait for you to kill each other."

A small child

Alizée stared for a long moment. She didn't give a reaction to the boy's abrasive manner, only seeming to have one fidget, one thing that made her hesitant to pull away. His hand was still dirty. And she had all the tools to clean it. Infuriating.

She clicked her tongue, slipping the handkerchief back into her purse before standing to her full height and giving the child one last glance. He was a strongly independent little twerp. Perhaps he'd be fine. Void seemed to like him. Anyone Void liked wasn't food. They became a toy, like she did. In that sense, looking at this child, one thing united them. Void's cruelness.

"Very well, kiddo."

Her pale eyes glanced back at the woman with shades, her nose wrinkling delicately. She wanted to take the boy somewhere. Elsewhere. That didn't seem safe. No, not safe at all. Also gave Void the same kind of look Ashley Stone and other disheartened Coven members had given him long ago, before she was banished. Didn't settle good with her at all.

She faced the woman with shades head on, squaring her shoulders, her eyes narrowed. "Do I... know you?"

"Petite soeur, viens! Nous devons fuir avant que les indésirables n'arrivent!" (Let's go, little sister! Before the Undesirables show up!)

Leon

Alizée's eyes widened, head twisting sharply to face Leon.

"Alizée! Not here, Fille, we need to go! We've fucked everything up now, let's go find you a meal in the Temple! Vite!"

Leon

As Leon mentioned it, Alizée rubbed her throat, grimacing. It was like fire scorching tender flesh, itching with a maddening intensity. Her thirst. Her hunger. The desire for entropy, for prey. Void glanced at her, smirking. He knew he'd get some results now. He always did when Alizée was this desperate and hungry.

In a near daze, she shakily nodded her head. "Tu as raison, grand frère. (You're right, big brother.) But what about the Wol-"

"... HEY!"

The girl with the webs

Alizée's eyes widened, attention snapping to the woman with the web-making magic. She glanced behind her briefly, seeing the group of girls crowd around the fallen redhead, green light illuminating the air. She had to assume it was healing magic. They had a healer? ...Was there anything this group didn't have?

"Hold up! You motherfuckers think you can do all this shit, try to fuckin' kill our friend, then try to kill us for trying to stop you from killing our friend, and then just up and leave."

Web girl

Alizée's eyes continued to widen, glancing at Leon for support. They were getting chewed out to high hell. Alizée didn't get it. They didn't deserve this. It was their group that had interfered and got in Alizée's way. She just wanted answers and a meal, and be on her way. But alas-

"Who in the fuck are you two? Who the fuck are you two with? And please don't tell me you're the leftover Nazis."

Web girl

Alizée blinked a couple of times, feeling squeamish under the girl's verbal assault. She leaned in close to Leon, head tilting up to whisper near his ear, as much as her shorter height would allow. "Me soutiendrais-tu si je la faisais taire de force, grand frère? (Would you support me if I forcibly silenced her, big brother?)"

It was a weak attempt at humour. Void gave a chuckle. It was funny because, even after backing off, Alizée was being serious.

Alizée pursed her lips, trying to find words. This was different than all the negotiations she had attended with her father, all the business meetings she studied, observed, and tried to play in. The person in front of her, and many with her, had killed before. Thought she was going to kill the redhead.

Nah. She'd never. Just suck her dry. Alizée smirked to herself. That difference gave her an overwhelming sense of satisfaction with her actions. So much so that she forgot she was supposed to be scared and grateful to be spared.

She pulled out another cigarette from her purse and lit it. It was one of those days. She inhaled with a sigh, taking her time to speak. Letting the smoke cloud around her face before she held it aside and spoke, a calmness in her voice, her fingers counting off the woman's demands.

"Alizée, Leon. The Sycamore Tree Coven, or at least, well, it's complicated. And who the hell are you talking about?"

That's when a glossy SUV rolled into the parking lot, with some of the most impeccable timing. However, that wasn't the shocking bit. The shocking bit that made Alizée's jaw drop was who stepped out of the vehicle.

"... Alizée? Leon?"

Britney

It took only two seconds for Alizée to cross the parking lot and run into her best friend's arms. "Britney! I thought I'd never see you again!"

She pulled away from the embrace, on the verge of tears. "I missed you! You'll never guess what happened!"

"... What happened here?"

Britney

Alizée took a step back, for the first time showing a bit of shyness, maybe even a hint of regret, with her actions. "Well, uh... you see... uhm. I uh, made a new... friend."

Her eyes glanced over, seeing Sully. "Wait,who's- is that Sully? Uh... Long time, bro."

Been years since she'd seen Sully. He was always the kind one of the group, but she had a feeling he had certain... reservations for her.

That's when she saw the exchange between the Korean girl, the girl with the wind power, and Sully. Her brows furrowed, turning to the girl who could make webs. "How... How the hell do you know each other?"

She glanced back at Sully. "How are you friends with these people?"

Was she bitter she had to give up her victim? ...Most likely. Was she upset she nearly died? Eh, probably not.

Sully asked what had happened, and Alizée was unwilling to give a response. He wouldn't understand her like Leon did. Leon didn't say a word when it came to her night-stalking. Only offered up himself. Sully? Well, that was a different matter entirely.

"Nothing... nothing happened here."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

:DDD

Iris Ascendis

That makes so much more sense in my head now, thank you!

Iris Ascendis

MS Paint skills to the rescue!

The Dark Beyond

How did you know? Whoaaa.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@Punished GN

*anxiously waiting for a GM post*

The Dark Beyond

Yesss. Check your DMs. ;)