FernStone

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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Maya frowned slightly as her phone buzzed in her pocket, shifting herself where she sat so she could pull it out and check it. She almost choked, letting out a spluttering cough, as she unlocked it and saw the screen it had been left on. BIG TREV sat boldly in the middle of the screen as the contact name and she smiled once she got over her bemusement. Certainly saved her from adding his number from the sticky note. And she was definitely asking him about this later. But for now, she had to check the message she’d just gotten.

Ah… a text from Nina asking about the meeting. She chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to figure out how to respond to it. She liked Nina and she really, really didn’t want to worry her with everything that had happened. At least not over text. Still, the younger girl would find out one way or another about the FBI raid.

To Nina: A lot happened at the meeting, most of it not good - I think there’ll be a lot of changes now. I’ll call you later to explain.

She then turned her attention back to what was being said. Kayla was demanding to know exactly what had happened and honestly Maya was in no mood to explain the entire thing properly. She’d leave that to someone else.

“No objections here,” she shrugged as Kayla stepped up to be leader. She was probably one of the best options for that job and honestly… as long as it wasn’t one of the people she actively disliked. She rolled her eyes as Elise went on to denounce her explanation of what had happened and gave part of what had actually happened before going into some self hating rant that Maya couldn’t care less about. And also spoke against Kayla as leader.

“You cut a deal or something?”

Jess

“Yes, we did,” Maya turned to look at Jess with a shrug. “Well, Lyss did. A deal with a whole bunch of terms to stop them from outright killing us.”

Once again she didn’t actually give the terms - someone else could explain them instead.

Recollections: The Othergrounds [Complete]

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She was flying.

All around her hung soft, white clouds and a deep blue expanse. The wind whipped through her loose hair as she felt herself swoop down. This was what it was like to feel free with nothing but the silent sky around her. She smiled, elated, as she reached forward towards a cloud.

Only to have it slip from her grasp as it all began to fade…

Caelea groaned into the soft, white pillow her face was pressed against as she tried to chase the remnants of a dream even as she was pulled out of sleep. Fuck, this bed was so comfortable that she could just stay there all day and nap. She didn’t think she’d ever felt so cosy and warm in her life. Just a few more minutes…

She sat bolt upright as it hit her just how comfortable the bed was. She’d fallen asleep on her brothers couch, since it was all he’d had in his apartment for her and her visit had been unexpected. Not a bed and certainly not one as nice as this. The light attacked her suddenly opened, pale eyes as she squinted to look around the room. No, this certainly wasn’t where she’d fallen asleep. She tilted her head as she looked out the window only to see the ocean spreading out for miles on end.

Okay, what the hell? Was she on a… cruise ship? How had that happened. She knew for a fact it wasn’t some kind of prank by her brother because, for a start, he was far too serious for that and they couldn’t afford cruises. So this must be something weird. Caelea groaned and ran a hand through near white hair as she forced herself out of the bed. At least she’d gone to sleep wearing a tank top and some shorts.

Something she regretted as soon as took off the covers and found that air around her frigid cold. She shivered and went over to the wardrobe in the room, thankful to find one of those dressing gowns that hotels normally provided. It didn’t exactly look good but it would help against the cold until she found her way out, or a jacket.

“Yooooooo! Anybody here?”

A strangely familiar voice shouted from outside and Caelea frowned, approaching the door and pushing it open. She cautiously stepped out to find rows of doors… seemingly endless. This just kept getting fucking weirder. Then she turned around to see Zoey. Her mouth fell open as she felt like she’d been transported back to when all that shit had happened. Maybe she was still dreaming.

“Zoey?” Caelea’s eyes narrowed in confusion before she folded her arms and forced a smile. “Is this some kinda reunion I didn’t know about and got kidnapped for? Can’t say a cruise ship is ideal…” She shook her head as she trailed off. “But seriously, do you have any idea what the fuck is going on?”

Honestly the other girl didn’t look like she knew what was going on as well. Caelea was just glad she wasn’t alone on this weird ship.

“I hope there’s an easy way out of this place.”

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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Maya remained silent as Lyss spoke, while bending over to pick out a few crystal shards still stuck in her legs. Fuck. She hadn’t even had a chance to consider that fact that she had a bunch of cuts on her legs that had been sluggishly bleeding for a while… She was going to look like a mummy after she covered them up at home. Note to self: don’t shatter crystals nearby again.

Her previous gusto from when she’d approached the group was gone as the tiredness and sheer enormity of the events hit her. Not to mention that almost every body part seemed to be in pain. She just wanted to go home and let herself break. Stop pretending that what had happened hadn’t hit (literally) so close to her fears.

But still, she nodded her agreement to everything Lyss said. The other girl was right - as much as Maya disliked some of the people here they were still a group and they weren’t getting anywhere. She didn’t want to be so close to possible death again. The feeling of being powerless, not to mention all the violence, brought back too many bad memories. She shuddered.

"He likes you. Use that to your advantage. Flirt with him. I know you think he's cute too. Maybe you can get him to slip up if you're cute with him."

Lyss

“Alright,” Maya broke her silent agreement to speak when she was directly addressed. She smiled slightly - as if she hadn’t already planned to flirt with him anyway. Maybe today hadn’t been all that bad. “I don’t think it’ll be hard seeing as he already slipped up around his superiors. I’ll get some information out of him…” She then shot Riley a glare and muttered, “As if he’d even look at you.”

She went back to silence as Claudette addressed some of what Lyss had said and again inclined her head slightly in agreement. She had less that she wanted to gain from the coven herself, outside of companionship and possible revenge, but working together made sense. And then Babylon spoke… And everything she said was right, to Maya’s surprise. Because if the FBI had wanted them dead they would’ve been. Maya, and Lyss, knew that better than anyone from their discussion with the leader.

"Fine. You do that. All of you just fucking do that. Because I am done with this shitshow. When I joined this group I thought we'd just be exploring the Extra-Normal and understanding magic better. Not getting on the FBI's nerves, or becoming some gang to shake down someone's fucking vampire problem!"

Agatha

Maya physically flinched back when Agatha’s head snapped in her direction, eyes widening momentarily in fear when Agatha absolutely went off in her direction. She clenched a fist in her jumper and forced back down the anger that began to return, thankfully for once that she truly was too tired to argue back. What was the point in arguing with someone who was walking out the door anyway? Someone who was completely right with everything she’d said.

She sat, slightly stunned, as the group that had gone to face the dead dog or whatever came back. They looked just as roughed up as most of them… so it must not have gone well. She didn’t even look up when Madison shouted - it wasn’t like she’d been there to help or anything. On the other hand, she completely snapped out of it when Emily opened her stupid mouth and spouted a bunch of lies.

“Quit with your bullshit, Emily. All she did was run away and get a taser to the ass,” Maya looked at Emily with an incredibly fake smile. Two could play at that game. “What actually happened was that I fought them off. I blasted all of them away and knocked off the leader’s mask so he had to get rid of the tear gas. Then I fought all of them but he was pretty tough… That’s when Lyss shot him with a taser and swung the battle in my favour. I was about to win but then one of the Agents looked at me with this adorable, pleading face and I hesitated. While I was distracted the two outside came in and took me by surprise. That’s how I almost saved the coven.”

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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After a bit of time recovering from the pure shock of being thrown out of an FBI van, Maya and Lyss managed to figure out how to get out of the sticky handcuff situation. Really, it was more Lyss - who had said she could unlock the cuffs with a bobby pin after Maya had started spouting off nonsensical ideas to help the situation.

But Maya had provided the bobby pin, even if it was a bit awkward as Lyss used her teeth to pull it out of Maya’s hair and drop it into her hand. She held back a wince at the tugging of her hair - it was nothing compared to the rest of the day. And anything to get out of these handcuffs.

She let out a sigh of relief when the handcuffs were finally removed, moving her hands to infront of her to rub her wrists with a hiss. She turned her head to look at Lyss. “I never, ever want to meet that bitch again.”

Immediately after speaking she pushed herself up onto her knees, then her feet with a wince. She was going to be fucking sore tomorrow. Totally worth it to send those Agents flying. After taking a moment to get adjusted to having free hands and being on her feet again she stumbled back towards the casino, in time to hear talking and then a bunch of shouting.

“We can explain what the FBI wanted.”

Maya stood in the door with a semi-dramatic pose even though she looked like an absolute mess. Her face was red from those fucking slaps, which still hurt like hell, and her eyes were puffed and red from the tear gas. Her hair was incredibly disheveled and she was now soaked through thanks to the fact that it had started raining because, of course. Not to mention the sticky note in the middle of her forehead - a little wet now, but still readable.

“They had a few conditions for not throwing all of us in jail.”

She walked over to the table with a confident smile, even as it was more of a limp than anything. Act as if she hadn't just been put through one of the worst lectures in her life with the threat of death and past memories hanging over her. She was totally fine and definitely wasn't feeling all the realness of the situation rush to her now that her anger had subsided. But she ignored this, and instead removed the sticky note from her forehead and slapped it down on the table. “First off me, Lyss and Riley are on probation… there’s contact info on that note I think. Second… Well I don’t really remember, Lyss can explain it.”

She then heavily leaned against the table, turning to face Emily and all her (not entirely unfounded) rage towards Agatha as if she’d just noticed her.

"Hey Emily, how's your ass? And that’s a nice pair of handcuffs you got there. Why don’t you shut the fuck up and stop pretending you didn’t try to run away as soon as shit hit the fan? As if you’re not a self serving bitch who’d rather run than help the rest of us?"

She turned her gaze to Agatha. “Not that she’s entirely wrong. What were you doing during this entire thing? What’s the point in having a leader who’s just going to freak out as soon as it gets dangerous? I’m not saying we’re going to look for it,” though they totally would, “but if we’re on the feds radar… that means we’re on other people’s too.”

She paused as she pulled herself up to sit on the table, since she couldn’t see any chairs nearby and fuck her legs were beginning to hurt. She thought about her words for a moment - how to explain things in a way that didn’t make it seem that they hadn’t been backed up against a wall and only saved by that cute agent stepping in to ask their superior to let it all slide.

“That’s why I think it’s about time we pick a new leader. My vote’s for Lyss who, like I said, can explain all the conditions of the deal she got to stop the feds from wiping us off the map.”

A New Generation [Fern & Sky]

Augustus “Gus” Montague

"I'm not saying I know more than you but... I probably do."

| 11 | First | Ravenclaw | He/Him |

- APPEARANCE -

D E T A I L S

- HEIGHT: 4’9”
- WEIGHT: 81lb
- HAIR COLOUR: Blond
- EYE COLOUR: Blue
- ETHNICITY: English
- BIRTHDAY: April 1st

D E S C R I P T I O N

Standing a bit taller than most their age, Gus is the slightly skinnier of the Montague twins. However it's nowhere near enough to be able to tell the two apart. Gus is reasonably well built with the gangliness common among boys before they hit a proper growth spurt. He has a sharp, somewhat sharp jawline and slightly wide set nose. His hair, short and blond, is often found spiked up at the top where it’s left slightly longer. Blue eyes sparkle with intelligence and occasionally mischief. When not wearing his uniform, Gus normally wears patterned button up shirts and jeans, or just plain t shirts.

- PERSONALITY -

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

The quieter of the twins, Gus is less outgoing but by no means introverted. He enjoys the companies of others much more than he enjoys time spent alone which in part comes from growing up with a twin who he’s incredibly close to. While he doesn’t make friends with ease he likes to bond with those he has stuff in common with. Gus is very intelligent, with a constant thirst for knowledge and need to learn. Because of this he is often found with his nose in one book or another. However he’ll put it down if people want to talk to him, unlike a lot of bookworms.

Gus is very witty and will often respond to other people with quips and sarcasm. He will often go along with his twin’s troublemaking however he is much more of a follower in those situations. He enjoys them, and is often the mastermind behind the smarter ideas, but it’s definitely Archie who leads them. In general Gus is quite happy to follow along with others, enjoying being the one who helps put plans in actions and comes up with the intelligent details rather than actually leading any kind of group.

H O B B I E S

Wizard's Chess, Reading, Stargazing, Astronomy, Gobstones, Puzzles

S K I L L S

Wizard’s Chess, Intelligence, Academics, Learning, Motivated

W E A K N E S S E S

Sports, Overachiever, Hard on Himself, Overly Competitive

- MAGIC & SCHOOL -

D E T A I L S

- PATRONUS: Owl
- LINEAGE: Pureblood

W A N D

- WOOD: Acacia
- CORE: Dragon Heartstring
- LENGTH: 13 ½ inches
- FLEXIBILITY: Swishy

S U B J E C T S

- TAKEN: Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Herbology and Flying
- BEST SUBJECT(S): Potions, Astronomy, Transfiguration
- WORST: Flying
- FAVOURITE: Astronomy
- LEAST FAVOURITE: Flying

- BACKSTORY -

Gus’ life was somewhat unspectacular so far. Born to a family of pureblood Slytherins minutes after his twin brother, Archie, he grew up in the Wizard world wanting for nothing. He spent most of his time reading, playing wizard chess and being dragged around by Archie to cause all sorts of trouble. Along with this his twin forced him to race him on broomsticks and do practice quidditch matches, all of which made Gus dislike flying more. However he always got his revenge when he annihilated Archie in wizard chess and the two were very close growing up. He’s very excited to be starting at Hogwarts, absolutely loving learning and having consumed all sorts of textbooks already in preparation.

- OTHER -

Olivia “Livi” Janvier

"Hey, how long do you think it'll take to solve this?"

| 11 | 1st | Ravenclaw | She/Her |

- APPEARANCE -

D E T A I L S

- HEIGHT: 4’10”
- WEIGHT: 89lb
- HAIR COLOUR: Brown-Black
- EYE COLOUR: Dark Brown
- ETHNICITY: Afro-British / French

D E S C R I P T I O N

Livi is a bit taller than average for her age, with both her parent’s on the taller end of the spectrum it isn’t unexpected. She is still filling out as she goes through growing, a bit gangly and bony. However she’s got an athletic build from the sports she played. Her face still hasn’t lost all of its baby fat, soft and square with large brown eyes set in it. Her nose is wide and flat, something she is somewhat self conscious about even with no reason to be. Livi has dark hair with slight warm, brown tones. It’s incredibly curly and verging on afro like. She often has it pulled back into a messy ponytail or bun so it stays out of her way. Livi wears a pair of round, metal glasses. When not in school uniform she’s found in a mix of clothing - all boyish and practical and most often a plaid shirt and denim dungarees, with various oil stains on them.

- PERSONALITY -

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

The most notable thing about Livi is her somewhat… obsessive personality. She prefers to think of it as driven. Livi is very much the kind of person who picks one or two hobbies and gets very good at them. Her natural talents lie in mathematics and she is a very logical person. Often she will become so focused on this that she completely ignores everything else that is going on around her. She could even be in the middle of a conversation and have a sudden thought that solves the problems she was trying to figure out, and will just leave the conversation entirely to do that. She has a very one track mind and with it a main focus on what she is talented at: maths, logic and some sports. If she doesn’t find something interesting she won’t bother with it but she will get incredibly passionate if she does. However, when she isn’t obsessively working on something Livi is very friendly. She likes to spend time with others and chat, even if she has a very bad habit of just going on about her current interest. She’s also very handy, with a lot of skills at fixing things, a skill she will gladly lend out to others.

H O B B I E S

Number Puzzles, Mathematics, Hockey, Rock Climbing, Abseiling, Reading, Watching Quidditch

S K I L L S

Mathematics, Statistics, Intelligent, Logical, Friendly, Focused, Fixing Things, Passionate

W E A K N E S S E S

Obsessive, Scatterbrained, Chatterbox, Inconsiderate, Single Minded

- MAGIC & SCHOOL -

D E T A I L S

- PATRONUS: -
- LINEAGE: Muggle born

W A N D

- WOOD: Sycamore
- CORE: Unicorn Hair
- LENGTH: 13 ¼ inches
- FLEXIBILITY: Pliable

S U B J E C T S

- TAKEN: Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Herbology and Flying
- BEST SUBJECT(S): Flying, Potions
- WORST: Herbology
- FAVOURITE: Flying
- LEAST FAVOURITE: History of Magic

- BACKSTORY -

Olivia’s father originally came from France and her mother was British born, and Olivia herself was born in Oxford. Her father was a mechanic and her mother a mathematician and she grew up spending a lot of time with both, being an only child. Livi was a very smart child with a special aptitude for maths and other logical, scientific subjects. When she wasn’t found doing maths puzzles or reading maths books she’d be found with her father, helping him fix up old cars and the like. It was just after her eleventh birthday that she got a hogwarts letter - finding about the world of magic she didn’t know existed before. Her parent’s were hesitant and still don’t entirely accept it, but have allowed their only child to start attending the school nonetheless.

- OTHER -

Livi will have a talent in Arithmancy when she can take it
Fluent in French

A New Generation [Fern & Sky]

Ishbel Maclean

"I just want to do my best."

| 11 | First | Hufflepuff | She/her |

- APPEARANCE -

D E T A I L S

- HEIGHT: 4’8”
- WEIGHT:
- HAIR COLOUR: Brown
- EYE COLOUR: Hazel
- ETHNICITY: Scottish

D E S C R I P T I O N

At first glance Ishbel is rather average, both in height and general appearance. She’s got a square face with a slight defined jawline and a wide, soft nose. Her hair is mousy brown in colour and falls to her shoulders, with a short fringe that stops just above her eyebrows. Her skin is fair and unlikely to ever tan due to her Scottish blood. Ishbel wears a pair of light purple-pink coloured glasses due to being badly short sighted. Ishbel favours patterned t shirts and cropped jeans to wear outside of uniform, often with denim jackets on top. She favours all shades of pinks and purples along with lighter shades of blue and white.

- PERSONALITY -

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

Ishbel is a friendly and bright girl, even if she can be rather quiet and shy at first. It takes her a little bit to grow comfortable around others but once she finds common ground she can easily keep up a conversation. She’s got a soft and kind heart that finds her always helping those in need and is good at keeping a calm, level head during possibly worrying situations. She has a high empathy and is always willing to lend a helping hand or ear, being a very good listener and easily sympathising with people and helping them through their problems. However she is quick to do as she is told by others and struggles to question people even if she knows what they are saying or telling her to do is wrong. She is easily moved from her own opinion and will avoid arguments at all costs. She also has a bad habit of blaming herself for things going wrong even if it was completely outside of her own control and takes what others say about her to heart.

H O B B I E S

Gardening, painting, flower collecting, sketching

S K I L L S

First aid trained, Artistic, Creativity, Kind, Friendliness, Calm, Empathic, Plant Knowledge

W E A K N E S S E S

Shyness, Easily Swayed, Quick to follow others, Blames Herself When others are at fault, Easily Affected By Others Opinions

- MAGIC & SCHOOL -

D E T A I L S

- PATRONUS: -
- LINEAGE: Half blood

W A N D

- WOOD: Alder
- CORE: Unicorn Hair
- LENGTH: 10 ¼ inches
- FLEXIBILITY: Springy

S U B J E C T S

- TAKEN: Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Herbology and Flying
- BEST SUBJECT(S): Potions, Herbology
- WORST: Transfiguration
- FAVOURITE: Herbology
- LEAST FAVOURITE: History of Magic

- BACKSTORY -

Ishbel was born in the highlands to two wizard parents, who ran a small farm. While this contained a few animals and did some business for muggles it mostly consisted of magical plants, with both her parents being Herbologists. Ishbel was the middle of five children and grew up tussling in the mud with her older brothers while helping out at the farm. Even though she played with her siblings she was one of the quieter of the five, more interested in her parent’s work and learning all about the magical plants especially those with medicinal properties. She’s excited to start at Hogwarts soon, to make new friends and to explore the world outside the small section of Scotland she’s lived in.

- OTHER -

Wants to become a Healer when she graduates.
Has a pet cat name Holly, that she raised from a kitten (but who is fairly independent due to being a farm cat).

Liqin Zhou

"Just stay there for a moment, let me get my camera!"

| 11 | 1st | Hufflepuff | He/Him |

- APPEARANCE -

D E T A I L S

- HEIGHT: 4’5”
- WEIGHT: 75lbs
- HAIR COLOUR: Black
- EYE COLOUR: Brown
- ETHNICITY: Chinese

D E S C R I P T I O N

With his short height and soft facial features, Liqin is often mistaken for someone younger than he is. It’s something he’s been teased relentlessly about by his siblings and he has some confidence issues with his appearance. However he’s a cute boy, with a soft round face and large dark eyes. His hair is cut short at the back with a neat, straight fringe at the front that falls down to his eyes. He has a gentle, slightly upturned nose. To make up for his young appearance, outside of school uniform Liqin tries to dress nicely in Asian fashion trends - often shirts and jackets with nice trousers. He is almost never found without his camera.

- PERSONALITY -

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

One of the most noticeable things about Liqin is his passion, erring on obsession, with photography. He’s never found without his camera. He’s an incredibly hardworking and diligent boy… when it comes to photography and other things he enjoys. He struggles a lot more with the subjects he doesn’t find interesting. Li is very adventurous and loves nothing more than to go on walks among nature or similar to get some great shots, even if it puts himself in danger. He’s honestly a bit of an idiot when it comes to his sense of danger and will risk himself far too often to get a good photograph - even trying to take them while riding a broom. He’s very observant and perceptive, easily telling when people’s emotions change or when something is often - something that comes from spending so much of his life with a camera in his hands. He keeps a cool head under pressure and is unlikely to panic when in danger, which is a good thing because he probably put himself there. Li is friendly and bright but can often be quiet and shy if the topic of conversation isn’t one he knows much about, or he’s among people he doesn’t know. It’s with people that he is close to that he really comes out of himself into a cheerful and passionate person. He has a bad habit of taking photographs of people without asking or hiding in odd places to get some cool shots, lacking in a bit of social awareness. Still around his eccentricities he’s well liked, probably helped by how down to earth and modest he is when it comes to his talents.

H O B B I E S

Photography, Animal Caring, Exploring, Walks, Spending Time With Friends

S K I L L S

Photography, Friendly, Observant, Likeable, Perceptive, Adaptable, Passionate, Calm, Honest

W E A K N E S S E S

Shy, Obsessive, Socially Unaware, Not Asking Permission to Photograph, Sneaky, No sense of Danger, Lack of Self Confidence

- MAGIC & SCHOOL -

D E T A I L S

- PATRONUS: -
- LINEAGE: Half-blood

W A N D

- WOOD: Black Walnut
- CORE: Unicorn tail
- LENGTH: 9 ¼ inches
- FLEXIBILITY: Pliable

S U B J E C T S

- TAKEN: Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Herbology and Flying
- BEST SUBJECT(S): Flying, Charms
- WORST: Transfiguration, History of Magic, Herbology
- FAVOURITE: Flying
- LEAST FAVOURITE: History of Magic

- BACKSTORY -

Liqin was born to a pureblood mother and muggleborn mother, who moved to England before he was born to escape his mother’s strict parents’ disapproval of their marriage. Li himself was likely a mistake as he has three older sisters, with the closest in age being four years older than him. He grew up with what sometimes felt like four mothers - his older sister’s would always nag him and force him to play all sorts of games with them that he didn’t want to participate in. Still, even though they teased him he had a generally good relationship with them all. He was probably closer to his sisters than he was to his parents due to them being strict with high expectations of their children. This wasn’t helped when his oldest sisters got sorted into Ravenclaw and his other sister as a Gryffindor and talented quidditch player. All he had was photography, something he’d fallen in love with at a young age and plans to keep up even when he starts at Hogwarts.

- OTHER -

Has a pet barn owl called Suyin, who is the subject of a lot of his photography.
Called Qin-er by his siblings and parents.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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"You're kinda cute, y' know?"

Trevor

“So are you,” Maya replied with a wink, even as she let out a huff of annoyance. She was entirely unsurprised to be slapped in handcuffs, what with the whole attacking them thing, but she’d hoped she would at least be left inside while Lyss took on the role of being the Coven’s leader. Being hauled off to meet their leader with a long title was exactly not what she wanted to do. She just wanted to sit down, because her ears were still filled with an irritating background ringing and her legs hurt from the crystals that had shattered beneath them.

She rolled her eyes when Trevor said some bullshit about her being under his spell and was so very tempted to try anyway. It was soooo tempting to do the exact opposite of what she was told to but for once she decided against it. She might as well make the most of having to face this Supervisory Special Agent - and losing her hearing would just be a pain right now. Still, she responded to his words with a slight smirk and said, “You’re going to show me something funny, Agent! That’s so nice of you!”

She didn’t drop the smirk even as she was dragged outside to Riley going absolutely wild and honestly, Maya had to give the girl some credit for actually having the balls to fight back (unlike most of the others). She secretly hoped the girl would pull something out of her sleeve to beat the bad guy but she doubted it. Not that she’d get to see it, since they were hauled off into what she assumed was their command vehicle.

It was kinda cute how Trevor completely stumbled over explaining the situation and she would’ve given him a thumbs up for his efforts if she wasn’t, well, handcuffed. Still she looked entirely shameless for the fact that she’d decided to attack them.

The only thing that stopped Maya nearly falling over, being the weakass that she was, when slapped was the fact that Trevor was holding her. She still stumbled, head twisting to the side and knees half buckling under her. Fuck, that women could pack a punch. She was pretty sure that was the hardest she’d been back handed… and it had happened quite a lot. She forced herself to straighten back up and meet Meifeng’s stare with a confidence she shouldn’t really have.

“Isn’t it illegal to hit defenceless prisoners?” Maya asked coyly, one eyebrow raised as she ignored her stinging face. Then, quieter, she added, “I thought that only happened in porn. Are we actually in the middle of a porno...”

“And technically I never laid a hand on your Agents I just hit them with the force of some very powerful sound waves. Really, it was all in self defence because they attacked first before giving us some bullshit orders to-” she cut herself off once she realised it was the most idiotic idea to argue with someone who had just threatened to kill her, and would probably see through with it. Someone who had just backhanded her with no hesitation. Still she hadn't been able to stop herself… so she tried to do damage control as best as possible. “It won’t happen again.”

Then Maya smiled prettily (as pretty as you could get after tear gas) and turned her head towards Lyss. “I’ll let our illustrious leader convince you to not kill us all.”

Recollections: The Othergrounds [Complete]

Caelea Baird

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"I feel like all I’ve been doing is running recently."

[ 19 | 5’ | Scottish/Irish She/Her | 103lb ]

[The Stranger who wants to be free]

APPEARANCE

"Do I look strange? Believe me there are weirder things out there."

The first noticeable thing about Caelea is that she's short. She pretends not to care about this - and honestly she doesn't, unless someone makes a comment about it. Then she'll make a big deal about it. But that'd happen if someone made fun of her for anything else. It's obvious by her body that she's quite fit, with well toned arms and legs. She's slim with little extra weight - she exercises too often and eats too little for that.

Aside from the fact that she's short, Caelea is easily identified by the fact she’s albino. Her hair is such a light blonde that it looks practically white and is cut in a bob that falls to the bottom of her chin, only cut so short recently. A fringe comes to just above her eyes and her hair is normally incredibly messy, with random waves running through it. Her skin is, unsurprisingly, very pale to the point where the smallest bit of sun could burn her. Her face is quite round and slender. She has eyes that are technically very pale blue, but look purple in certain lights. She prefers to stick to the more normal colour description of blue.

Along with being slim and fit Caelea is fairly flat, with an only slightly pronounced chest. It’s not something that bothers her. Her hands and feet are tough and callused from gymnastics. Her normal attire is shorts and tank tops over anything else, sometimes with a jacket on the top. She’ll swap to jeans or leggings if it’s really cold. Her clothes coloured in varying shades of blue or any other colours she thinks don’t make her look washed out. Most of her clothing is quite sporty. She has a right nose piercing. Caelea has a tattoo of A flying bird, on her upper left back (around the shoulder blade).

Isla Douglas

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"You wanna know more about me? Well, let me tell you..."

[ 21 | 5’6” | Iranian [Scottish] | She/her | 114lb ]

[The Stranger who never tells the truth]

APPEARANCE

"Don’t pretend you’re not attracted to me."

Smug smile nearly always on her lips, Isla exudes confidence in her physical appearance. She has a slim body with lean muscles and reasonable curves, even if she’s a bit lacking in some areas. She has a nice figure when she wears form fitting clothes and she knows it. She has a gentle, oval shaped face with a well defined jaws. Her nose is rounded and lacks any definition at the bridge, smoothing up towards her dark brown eyes. She almost always wears eyeliner and eyeshadow around them along with red lipstick on nicely defined lips. Her skin is a warm brown in colour, lighter than expected for her origins due to a lack of sun while growing up.

Isla is never found without her yellow, knitted beanie on her head. It covers the natural dark brown roots of her hair, which she has dyed a golden blonde. It’s long and curly, something she rarely bothers to tame as it falls midway down her back. Even though Isla is confident in her looks she rarely makes an effort to wear nice clothes that show it off. She’s almost always found in a baggy hoodie and black skinny jeans, preferring combinations of bright oranges, yellows and reds. Only when she’s feeling especially good, or wants to make a good impression, will she wear something more form fitting - most likely the same skinny jeans and low cut, tight shirts.

One of the most shocking things about Isla is her accent, which is clearly Scottish (Glaswegian specifically). She tones it down when around people who aren’t from there, but it’s still clear and will often get thicker as she gets angrier. Isla’s never actually spent a day in her life in Iran so contrary to her appearance she’s more Scottish than anything.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Tbh Elise is one of the ones who doesn't deserve a hard time... At least she tried to get others out while some idiots fought the feds

Also id like to think they'd be as entertained as they are confused

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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Maya laughed at Emily's shout, unable to help it at the sheer annoyance in the other girl's words. Ah, winding her up never got old. One of the FBI agents, the one holding Lyss, started rambling about them adopting Capitalism or some shit that she completely ignored. She nodded, on the other hand, when the lead agent started to actually explain (only to abruptly cut off mid sentence).

She was half distracted as the crystals began to grow at her feet, letting out a yelp as she haphazardly shot a blast at sound at them to cause them to shatter. She still got launched back slightly, from her own abstraction and the crystals she had just destroyed herself, but it was nowhere near as bad as it would've been if the crystals had properly exploded. It still hurt like a bitch with a bunch of crystal shards hitting her, some embedding themselves in her bare legs, and she lay on her back winded. Her ears ringed as she momentarily ignored what was going on around her as she caught her breath. Phew, that could've been a lot worse if she hadn't been able to shatter those crystals.

Her hearing was just returning as she pushed herself back up in time to see Emily hit right in the ass with a taser. She couldn't help but whistle.

"Wow, that's a nice aim you've got," she commented as she sat up and put her arms up in the air in the classic surrender position. Not that she needed her hands to use her abstraction. "Alright, I surrender. I can't beat that." With a slight smirk she added, "Be gentle, I'm quite fragile."