Interactions: Stormy @Blizz Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot
“Thanks,” Bianca nodded to Stormy, grateful for the shield he’d put near her even when he didn’t seem to quite recognise her yet. He was trying to figure that out, she could tell. Well, that was fine, as long as he didn't draw attention to her. She’d just have to appear as if she didn’t know him. Not acting too familiar, but not too distant either in a situation like this where his abstraction was protecting her. The shield meant she shouldn't have to move before help got here… which would be difficult with her wounded leg. "I'd worry more about yourself, he seems to be targeting threats. You’ve got some pretttyyy strong looking shields."
After all, he'd knocked out the girl who's used webbing both to save allies and hinder enemies, and a guy who could control lightning and fire. It was unlikely he could tell what people's abstractions were outside of what was visible. She was probably safe as she didn't look like a threat. All she'd done was take a beating and get shot.
Alizée got out of the sand prison, and Bianca immediately retracted her boosting. This increased the strength she was providing both Stormy and Kashmira, as it was now only split in half. She furrowed her brow, unable to properly pay attention to everything else going on with the throbbing pain in her leg and the amount of concentration used to keep up her boosting. Even that would be difficult to hold for much longer. She maybe had ten minutes at best. But that would be enough.
She glanced back at Stormy, lowering her voice slightly so hopefully only he could hear. "Don't worry, help will be here soon. Just try to keep everyone safe before then."
They would find out who she was with when Samson arrived, she was sure, but she still didn't want to draw attention to herself. Not before then. Stormy was right that they couldn't do this forever - so she was letting him know he didn't have to, before he or someone else did something stupid and got themselves killed.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, slowly ticking by like the blood oozing from her wound, but she was sure Samson would be here soon. His abstraction was strong enough to keep things under control before everyone else arrived.
@Punished GN since it's purple / pink lux let's say physically entering the dream world As for Dream visit Vs dream walking, it's a targeted dream visit where she knows whose dreams she's visiting Vs essentially blindly walking between random dreams, who she has no idea who the dreamer is. I could definitely combine it into one spell and just describe the two scenarios if that'd make more sense?
Hahha alright the much dreaded third character @Punished GN
Hit me with any critiques. Abstraction wise I'm happy to completely remove the family taught spells - they're essentially there for backstory flavour rather than being something she'll use (& they're basically useless anyway). Also happy to change anything else ofc
"I’m here to keep myself safe, by any means necessary."
She/Her | 27 | Indo-Caribbean | 5’2” | 124lbs _______________________________________________ Superiority _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Yes, I’m better at that than you. Perhaps you should try harder." ___________________________________
Academics ⫻Anya is academically gifted, and had no choice to be anything else growing up. She was a straight A student, and got the highest degree grade possible. She doesn’t actually use her degree. She’s intelligent, but mainly in an academic rather than practical sense.
Musical Instruments ⫻From a young age Anya learned the piano and violin, and is skilled in playing both. This was something that came more from hard work than natural talent.
Imagination ⫻Anya has always been imaginative - in fact, as a child she was more interested in reading and writing than school. Her parents tried to stomp this out, but she was eventually able to channel it through a different medium - magic.
Spell Creation & Development ⫻It took Anya a while to truly discover what her affinity was, and since she’s been actively developing spells and improving those she already has. She’d count it as a skill, because she’s clearly better at it than everyone else.
Subtle Scamming (“Business Acumen”) ⫻ Anya’s business is partly a scam, as she offers to get rid of people’s bad dreams or aid their sleeping when she really only does it for one night - and uses it to manipulate and dig up information on people. She’s very good at selling it, ahd the fact that it’s a scam at all is well hidden.
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "It’s not my fault that I have everything - good looks, intelligence, and strong powers. You should blame my parents."
With clear confidence in her appearance, Anya stands out even with her petite stature. She’s slim with long legs, but a bit of fat around her stomach from focusing more on books than exercising. Anya always dresses to look her best, with a preference for nice tops and skirts of varying lengths - from barely covering everything to well past her knees depending on her audience. She enjoys dressing up and has a large wardrobe, allowing her to vary from the normal with pretty dresses or turtleneck jumpers for the winter. The colours vary depending on what she’s feeling - muted greyscales to soft pastels to dark reds. Anya has enough of an interest in fashion to pick out nice outfits each day, specifically tailored to customers or the people she thinks she’ll be interacting with. Most of the time she’ll wear high heels, helping boost her height.
Anya has medium brown skin in a cooler, more reddish tone. She takes good care of it and is rarely found without makeup, another weapon in her repertoire to make an impression. Compared to her teen years of bright eyeshadows and long wings she goes for the more subtle looks now - a variety of brown eyeshadows with the occasional purple and champagne highlights along with minimal eye lining or subtle dark brown wings. Her sizeable lips are normally done in a two tone style, with a brown upper lip and edges and more pink shade to the lower lip. Sometimes she will change this to a more intense maroon and red. Her eyes are a medium brown with subtle green hints, looking almost hazel in the sunlight. Her black hair is incredibly thick and falls in waves down to her waist. She wears it in a variety of styles - loose, ponytails, loose buns and twin braids if she wants to change things up.
Anya has two lobe piercings, always adorned with earrings although they’re often covered by her thick hair. She used to have a septum piercing, which she got at sixteen, but she stopped wearing it in her early twenties so it’s mostly healed over.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I'm the most important person in my own life. Everyone else is inconsequential.”
MAIN GOAL ⫻ Anya has two primary goals. To get rich, and to become a master adept. She is consistently working towards both through her business, and constantly improving her core spells while developing new ones. She wants to prove to her parents that she can make it without their help, and just how strong she is individually. Deep down, she also wants their love - genuine and without any requirements.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The strong and smart make it in life, and the weak are left behind. She believes in prioritising yourself above all others and making selfish decisions to save your own skin. Those with power deserve prestige and to be in charge, while those who can’t make it on their own don’t deserve to at all.
SECRETS ⫻ The fact that she’s running a less than legitimate business. While more legitimate than most “spiritual” businesses due to her abstraction, she doesn’t actually deliver the full service she claims to. She also, throughout the years, would visit the dreams of old Sycamore Tree coven members - observing only, but still intruding on their privacy. She also keeps hidden her constant fear of not being good enough, and insecurities that fuel her superiority complex, caused by her parents high expectations.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Grey aromantic heterosexual. Anya very rarely feels any romantic and has never wanted to pursue a relationship. She’s open to more casual relationships, and had one or two queer platonic ones during university. They didn’t last long.
FEARS ⫻ Losing everything she’s built. Being severed from her lux. Being beaten by other people and proven to be inferior. Not meeting the high expectations of her. Getting stuck in the dream world and never being able to escape.
REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Smart but arrogant. Anya came with a large amount of paranormal knowledge that she was willing to share, particularly about developing spells, but also arrogance about her own abilities. After all, she’d been doing this for years, so many of them were just beginners in her eyes. Anya’s arrogance clashed with a lot of other coven members, and while she was generally tolerable not many actually liked her.
ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ Anya was not particularly useful in the battle against the Stygian Snake itself, something she’d vehemently deny. It was through joining the coven that she discovered her affinity with dream based spells. Before she only had spells she’d learned from family members which she had some affinity to, but it didn’t really match her. Her main use came later on when she was able to manipulating dreams, helping people who wanted to train in their dreams by changing their dreams to simulate battles against the Stygian Snake or apparitions. She also helped with strategy.
FLAWS ⫻ Anya feels superior to others. She went through her kindling event at only ten, and then went through intensive teaching of magic from her parents (even through her rebellious stage, she was training herself). She’s been improving and developing spells for seventeen years and thus thinks better than anyone who hasn’t. There are very few people she respects. Her people skills leave much to be desired when it comes to genuine connections. She’s incredibly analytical when it comes to people and relationships, and this can be her downfall when she tends to look at things much more logically than emotionally. A lot of relationships are transactional to her, business only rather than for genuine connections. She’s very good at putting on the airs, especially for her business, but not so much in her personal life. She’s selfish, only caring for herself and the two siblings she’s still close to. Anya has controlling tendencies, and will easily manipulate others to get what she wants and needs. She feels no guilt over this.
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I’m better because of the work I’ve put in, not because of the way I was brought up."
Anya was born to Ranjit Baksh and Ishani Maharaj, first generation Indo-Caribbean immigrants to the United States. Ishani moved to the US from Trinidad as a young girl, and Ranjit moved from Guyana for college. The two met during their college years and got together, both from romantic feelings and a shared desire to have a powerful legacy. Both were of strong adeptal lineage that recently mixed lux types. Ranjit was a purple and orange adept, while Ishani was a pink and white adept. They hoped that together they could have children with multiple lux - four being the ultimate goal.
So after they graduated, they moved to St Portwell to make a life together. Ranjit became a highschool teacher while Ishani went on to get a PHD, eventually becoming a university lecturer (many years down the line). Only a few years after they moved they started having children together, four each two years apart. They had a girl (Nisha), a boy (Kiran), and then two more girls - Riya, and then the youngest being Anya.
Anya had a relatively normal upbringing for her younger years. Her parents were strict and her house busy, with three older siblings always enforcing their rules on the unruly youngest, but she never wanted for anything. She was a precocious, imaginative child who was either lost in books or running through the streets with her older siblings causing all sorts of trouble. Her parents tried to punish this out of her, forcing her into playing musical instruments and studying before she even started school, but her and her siblings always found a way to have fun.
She was only four when Nisha suddenly stopped spending as much time with her, then Kiran at six, and Riya when she was eight. Her parents claimed they had to study harder once they turned ten, but she didn’t understand why. She turned more to her books during this time, and started writing, much to her parents dismay.
Then Anya herself turned ten. For her tenth birthday the whole family was there - her four siblings, her mother’s parents, and her parents themselves, even though it was a Wednesday! She was even allowed to miss school, so she was on cloud nine. Her parents said they had a special gift for her, and when her siblings went to school they ushered her into the car. No matter how much she asked, anticipation growing higher and higher, they wouldn’t tell her where they were going. Eventually they reached one of the forests near St Portwell - a large, rarely visited place. Her parents led her deep inside. What was the surprise? Why were they in a forest?
There was no surprise. When they reached a secluded clearing and her parents turned on her. Suddenly there was a pressure on her mind she didn’t understand and her father attacked her with a glowing knife. The sudden fear for her life, combined with the anticipation she’d felt so suddenly dropping, forced her into a kindling event. People she’d never seen before appeared before her - her ancestors, they told her. There were four of them, from each family line, and they explained lux and magic to her.
When Anya woke up from the recollection she was back in the car. Her parents immediately questioned her - how many ancestors did she talk to, what did they tell her? Scared that they’d try to kill her again, Anya answered all their questions. The joy on their faces was unlike any she’d seen before. They explained everything to her. They hadn’t actually been trying to kill her, no, they loved her far too much. Instead they were inducing her kindling event through the threat to her life, with her mum applying mental pressure to her. That’s what they’d done to all of her siblings when they turned ten as well, the age they deemed old enough to start learning. But Anya was special. You see, they explained, they both only had two types of lux, and her siblings had three. But Anya? Anya had four.
It was a lot for Anya to digest, and she only had that day and night to do so. The very next day she was back to school, and then in the evening on top of the normal intensive studying she was brought into what her siblings had been doing - paranormal training. She started learning spells of them, reading book after book about adepts, and trying to develop her own. Suddenly there was a whole new world of stuff she had to be perfect at.
Anya suddenly got the most attention, something she’d hardly gotten before, but also the most pressure. Her siblings started to resent her and Anya started to resent them. It wasn't her fault she was so special, and better than them. Constantly being told how special she was started to inflate Anya’s ego, while also giving her a constant fear of not living up to their expectations. She worked herself to the bone trying to be perfect - getting perfect grades, learning more spells, and excelling in the instruments they wanted her to play. If she didn’t, they’d punish her and eventually stop loving her. But unlike her siblings, she struggled to develop her own spells. She could only learn off of her family. It was frustrating, especially when her siblings were too resentful to help her. She didn’t want their help anyway.
Her resentment towards them grew, and it grew towards her parents too. She reached the breaking point at age sixteen, when she suddenly wanted to have friends and go out rather than constantly being stuck inside learning. This was the beginning of her rebellious period, having constant explosive fights with her parents and frequently crashing on other people’s couches.
Then, the Stygian Snake started its reign of terror over the town. Her family didn’t plan to do anything about it - they’d protect themselves, and leave if necessary, but why solve this problem for no rewards? Anya held the same opinion too, until the only two friends she had were killed right in front of her while they were out together. She got away herself, but she couldn’t save them.
Because of this Anya found and joined the Sycamore Tree coven. She offered her paranormal knowledge, willingly passing on all of the spells she knew or hard tried to learn, and helping in any way she could. But it was always as if she viewed herself as better than them all. Like she was being oh so generous by helping them, and they should be grateful. She was also in an incredibly difficult and rebellious time of her life, so she made herself a bit of a nuisance.
She wasn’t actually as useful as she claimed, dependent on spells she had little affinity with… Until a while in, when with the help of Britney (who somehow had more magical knowledge than her) she discovered her actual affinity. Anya stepped into a dream that night and never looked back. She was finally able to help, even if it wasn’t useful in the final battle.
With the Stygian Snake defeated, there wasn’t much reason for her to stay in the coven. But she did for a short while - they were the closest thing to friends she had, really. They were friends. Then they voted her out for her snooty attitude and constant, vehement defence of Britney’s actions (who had done nothing wrong in Anya’s opinion). Whatever. Anya didn’t actually care. She moved on with her life, making up somewhat with her parents before going off to an ivy league college to do Chemistry. She spent more time developing and perfecting her dream spells than concentrating on her degree, but she did enough work to not disappoint her parents. There she reconnected with her oldest sister and brother, who’d both long moved out and cut off their parents. It was nice. Four years later she graduated with a good degree in a subject she didn’t care about, and moved back home.
It was tolerable. She got a decently paying job, and spent her free time on her abstraction. She kept up the contact with the two siblings she’d reconnected with, a secret from her parents, while still having a bad relationship with Riya, the sister closest in age to her - who still lived at home like her, and did everything she could to be their parents' favourite. Anya claimed not to care about that, even though she really did, because she was better. That was just a fact.
Her second breaking point with her parents came when she turned twenty three, just one year after moving back home. Riya had just gotten engaged, so Anya was next. Either she found someone herself or her parents set it up. Marriage wasn’t in Anya’s plans. She didn’t want to marry anyone ever, and told her parents that. This escalated and escalated until they threatened to kick her out if she didn’t get engaged. So Anya left herself.
Now as independent as she ever had been, Anya rented a small flat with her savings and quit her job. She set up her own small business - one of a “spiritual” nature, selling objects to ward away nightmares and offering more expensive dream related services. She ran this out of her livingroom at first, and then was successful enough to rent a small shop with a second floor she could live in.
Her business was relatively simple. She would get customers to come in and talk them through their dreams, including the sleeping problems it was causing. Then she would give them various options. She could ensure they had good dreams, or give them specific dreams. If they wanted she could have them dream of someone they lost. When they’d chosen she’d sell them a single use “dream” stone that would do just that. That night, Anya would go into their dream world. She would manipulate their dreams to be exactly as they wanted, while getting information about them she could use later. Then she would continue to sell them dream stones, that would ward away large nightmares while not being as effective. She also used the dreams themselves to manipulate her customers, pushing them to pay her large tips or buy more expensive products that did very little. This was how her business grew. It was scummy, but she didn’t care. Who was going to catch her?
She lived a good life, making money off her abstraction while constantly improving it. She never stopped learning and experimenting with spells, because being this good wasn’t enough - she had to be the best.
Then, someone started killing the coven members. At first Anya didn’t pay it much mind, because she couldn’t care less about them. Sure, she’d spent the last ten years occasionally visiting their dreams, but that was just to dig up dirt or out of pure curiosity. She’d moved past it. But then more died, and it was clear they were being targeted. Anya valued her life far too much to ignore it. So when Auri put out the call she decided to answer it… Though perhaps not right away.
Paranormal-Abilities ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "How naive to think you’re safe from your dreams."
TYPE ⫻ Adept
ABSTRACTION ⫻Pink, Purple, White & Orange Lux Channeler: a silver fountain pen
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Anya’s main speciality comes with the ability to manipulate dreams. She sees dreams as a way into someone’s soul - to find out information they wouldn’t otherwise divulge, to manipulate their opinions and to ultimately control them. It took her a while to come to this conclusion, and discover her affinity.
Dream Weaving ⫻ This spell allows Anya to enter the dreams of someone she’s met. They have to be asleep and dreaming for her to enter their dream world and thus manipulate it.
Dream Visit ⫻ The most basic spell, the ability to enter another’s dream. This hinges on a few conditions: first, the person must already be asleep and dreaming. Second, she must have already met them. Third, Anya herself must fall asleep to enter the dream. Once all of these conditions are met she can enter the dream world of someone else. Anya is limited by how long she can be in dreams. She can be in a single dream for up to two hours, and can only visit two she’s actively seeking in a night.
Dream Inducement ⫻ This spell is the ability to induce dreams in someone, rather than waiting for it to happen naturally. Anya either has to touch the person to induce dreams, or have something “anchoring her to them”. Specifically, they must have an object with a specific dreamer locator spell on it. When Anya induces a dream she can choose the rough type of the dream - whether it's a good dream, or a nightmare. She can’t choose anything beyond that, it's otherwise the same as a normal, natural dream.
Dream Manipulation ⫻ Anya’s main spell, the ability to manipulate and change the dream she’s currently in. She can control every element of a dream, but this is a slow process. She has to change aspects one at a time. For example, she can’t bring a specific “person” (dream version) into a dream while also changing the environment. She needs to layer them, each change taking energy to do. It's easier when the dream is already close to what she wants it to be. This is her best spell, however, and she’s been working on it for the past ten years. She can also leave subliminal messages in the person’s dream, manipulating them towards whatever she wants.
Dream Interaction ⫻ Anya can interact with the dream itself, and the person whose dream it is. She is essentially there thanks to a combination of purple and pink lux, even if her physical form isn’t. It’s possible for Anya to hurt the dreamer, and this will reflect in their physical form - as they are connected. Of course, the reverse is true - if anything in the dream hurts Anya, her body will be hurt. If she dies in a dream, her physical form dies too.
Dream Scrying ⫻ This spell allows her to gain information from a person's dream, whether their current emotional state, about the environment or about the person themselves. She can only get one piece of information at a time, and it’s time consuming.
Dream Walking ⫻ A more dangerous variety of Dream Entry, where Anya can walk through the dreams of anyone. It’s much like walking down a dark path - she doesn’t know where she’ll end up, and can only pick a direction. She can move from dream to dream like this, not being limited in the number she goes to, but it's risky. It's much easier for her to get trapped doing this or to walk into a dangerous dream and get hurt. It also takes a lot of energy.
Dream Hallucinations / Illusions ⫻ In the waking world, Anya can create illusions based on things she saw in the last dream she was in. These can either be normal illusions that anyone can see, which are limited and easily dispelled, or slightly stronger targeted hallucinations directed at one person.
Dream Objects ⫻
Dream Locator ⫻ Anya infuses a small object with a locator spell, which allows her to induce dreams in a target without touching them. This requires the object to be close to the person, either touching them or practically touching them (such as being under their pillow). This is a one use infusion.
Nightmare Ward ⫻Anya infuses a small object with a weak nightmare ward spell. If kept close enough this will reduce the number of nightmares they have slightly. It’s noticeable but incredibly weak, and doesn’t actively cause good dreams.
From the time of her kindling event at age ten, until she went through her rebellious phase at sixteen and subsequently joined the coven, Anya primarily learned spells from her older siblings and parents - struggling to create her own. She has lower affinity for most of these spells, and basically doesn’t use them anymore due to them being weaker and having more limits.
Psychometry ⫻ A spell to gain information from an object by touching it. By using it Anya can find out how this object was last used, which is generally useless information. She learned this from Nisha.
Portal Creation ⫻ Learnt from her mum, Anya can created a portal to somewhere else. To where, you ask? Well, Anya doesn’t know until she steps through the portal.
Telekinesis ⫻ Learnt from Kiran, Anya has a very rudimentary telekinesis spell. She can use telekinesis on an object up to 20g of weight.
Sharpen Object ⫻ A very basic version of a spell her dad could use, Anya can make an object sharper. The object has to already be sharp, though, or it doesn’t do much.
LIMITS ⫻
Dream Weaving⫻ Dream weaving has some general limits. She can only be in any dreams that aren’t her own for four hours, and one specific dream for up to two hours. When using dream visit, she’s limited to two a night. When dream walking, she can enter about ten. She must also be asleep to be able to enter and manipulate dreams. Only one of her dream related spells can be used while awake, dream illusions. The dreams Anya’s in can interact with her as well. She can get hurt, and if she’s hurt enough she’ll be forced out of the dream. While Emotional-Field’s generally don’t affect her spells (being non offensive in nature), Paranormals can sense something’s off with their dream. It's possible for them to even notice her presence, realise she’s not part of the dream or actively seek her out in their dream.
Dream Visit⫻ Anya needs to have met whoevers dream she’s entering. They must already be asleep and dreaming, otherwise she can’t enter their dreams, as they don’t exist. If they wake up, she’ll be immediately kicked out.
Dream Inducement ⫻ Anya either has to have physical contact with the person to induce dreams, or they have to have a “dream locator” infused object touching them or nearly touching them. She doesn’t choose the specific dream she induces outside of whether it's good or bad, instead just putting them in a dreaming state. Inducing a dream takes up more energy than entering a naturally occurring dream, cutting down the amount of time she can be in dreams that night by 30 minutes per dream induced.
Dream Manipulation ⫻ Primarily, dream manipulating takes time. The bigger the change the longer it will take. She can only make one change at a time, and the more dramatic it is the harder and longer it’ll take. For example, it's more difficult to change a peaceful dream to a warzone than to add in a person who would fit that peaceful dream. There’s a risk of “overloading” a dream if she adds too many conflicting elements, which rebounds and hurts her. The dream doesn’t pause while she’s manipulating it.
Dream Interaction⫻ Anya is “physically” limited with her dream interaction. Since she’s in the dream, she can’t just interact with something that's across a field. She’d need to walk over to it and then interact with it. She can’t do anything she couldn’t in the real world without using her dream manipulation spell alongside this one, which is more difficult. Dream interaction makes her an active part of a dream rather than merely an observer, and it means the dream can “actively” interact back. People in dreams will talk to her, or she will be actively targeted by an attacker just like the dreamer is. While she can get hurt while observing it’s more of a “there when it happened” thing rather than active targeting (so she wouldn’t be stabbed while observing, but could be hurt in an earthquake).
Dream Scrying ⫻ Dream scrying is time and energy consuming. She can only do it twice per dream, for two pieces of information. She can’t cause any other spells while doing it as it takes her full concentration.
Dream Walking⫻ Dream Walking is dangerous and unstable. She can’t choose where she’s going, only chooses a “direction”. The dreams she goes into are entirely random and sometimes difficult to get in and out of. She can’t choose whether she’ll go into a good dream or a nightmare, or who the dreamer is. As dream walking takes up a lot of energy, anything beyond just observing - using other spells - is more difficult than when using dream visit.
Dream Hallucinations / Illusions ⫻ This spell is incredibly taxing on Anya. She can only use it for about five minutes at a time once an hour. She can either create illusions that everyone can see, or a hallucination targeted at one person. For the illusions these are easily dispelled by touching them or using magic on them. If someone observes them more than casually it will also be obvious. These illusions are only visual, they don’t affect any other sense. The hallucinations are less easy to dispel but can only target one person. The hallucinations don’t work well on those with emotional fields, and both spells are affected by these.
Dream Objects
Dream Locato⫻r This infusion is a single use, and after she’s used it as a locator the infusion is gone. The object needs to be very close to the person to work. She can only infuse two objects a day with the dream locator spell. It has to be a small object, such as a rock.
Nightmare Ward⫻ This is a very weak ward and it only lasts for a week. Anya can create about five a day, as it doesn’t take much energy due to being so weak. It only reduces nightmares, so people with chronic nightmares will maybe have one less, but otherwise will still have plenty. It’s most effective on people who only have the occasional nightmare. It doesn’t actually make dreams good, and doesn’t affect things such as stress dreams.
Anya is pretty shit at most of these spells to the point they are practically useless.
Psychometry ⫻ The only information Anya can get is how an object was last used. Not who by, but how. For example, she’ll know a pen was used to write. Nothing more than that. She can only do it once per object, and twice a day.
Portal Creation ⫻ Anya can’t choose the location of the exit portal. It’s two ways, but only lasts for five minutes. She can only do it once a day.
Telekinesis ⫻ Anya can only levitate an object of up to 20g of weight. It's blocked by emotional fields, but she couldn’t use it on any person anyway.
Sharpen Object ⫻ A non sharp object won’t be affected by this spell. It can only make objects such as knives cut a bit better. Emotional fields completely block it, so she can’t sharpen a table knife and then kill a paranormal with it.
WEAKNESSES ⫻
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Other ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I’m so much stronger than when we last met."
Interactions: Naomi, Britney @Punished GN Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot
Linqian's hand didn't get crushed under a car, thanks to the web girl's abstraction, which was nice. She'd been prepared to sacrifice it, in a move very unlike herself. Well, a crushed hand was better than being stung to death.
”Thanks,” she grunted to Naomi, rolling over to behind the same car as Britney (that she was now close enough to get to). Britney looked in about as good a state as Linqian was… Shot, but not bleeding out. Yet. It was difficult to think through the gunfire, the heat and the shouting.
”Fuck,” she muttered, looking down at her side. It was bleeding more now. She could hardly feel or move her hand, limply pressed into her waist in a pathetic attempt to keep both wounds cool. It wasn’t working so well.
But then the temperature dropped.
Sweet, sweet coldness. Linqian's lowered body temperature was no longer fighting with the unnatural heat. The blood oozing out her wounds coagulated again, practically freezing as it touched her frigid skin. It was still fucking painful, she could feel the bullet underneath her skin and could barely move her injured hand, but she could last until she got a drink out of Sully's chalice... Or some other medical attention.
She could actually think a bit. Linqian tried to figure out what was going on - it was difficult, with so much happening. She didn’t know who these girls (and one boy) were, but they were holding their own a lot more than her coven… And yeah, they had spells with range. Linqian wasn’t getting close enough to people with guns to do anything useful. It would be best to get away. Where was Sully? She didn’t care about the rest, they’d dug their own graves (Alizee and Eve) or could get out themselves (Stormy).
”We should grab Sully and get outta here,” she muttered to Britney, who was hopefully still with it enough to listen. ”If you can move.”
If she could move. Linqian hadn’t actually tested it but… it’d be fine. So long as she didn’t increase her body temperature and let all the blood flow out of her! Which also meant she couldn’t touch anyone… shit.
”Where is he- shit.”
Two of the other group dropped without her seeing who’d done it, and Linqian finally spotted Sully - with a gun pointed in his face. Fuck.
”Can you, fuck, provide enough plant cover for me to get to him?”
Her plan, to get over there and freeze the fuckers gun out of his hand, was a terrible one. She didn’t have the capacity to think of something smarter, she could barely think at all, her mind buzzing with static and pain. But she couldn’t just do nothing. Sully was the one person she wouldn’t abandon.
Bianca Manalo
Interactions: Greenwood Coven @Punished GN, Stormy (indirectly) @Blizz, Alizee @Estylwen Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot
Bianca snorted at Jessica’s comment, glancing down at her (rather lacking) exposed chest, before joking with a wink, “someone has to help keep up morale.”
But still, it was fucking freezing now, so she pulled back on her coat and consequently covered up.
This group was stronger than she'd thought… She squinted her eyes at Ruby and (the guy). Something about them felt vaguely familiar - ah, their weapons! She’d seen those in the file, so it was the Greenwood coven. Interesting. She considered sending another text update, but realised she couldn’t really while they were actually nearby… It was fine, they weren’t hostile. Probably. She'd planned to find a further away car to shelter behind, but that plan had been ruined by the bullet spraying technique of the Wolfpack. She couldn’t exactly move now, either, with the way her leg was. Thankfully she wasn't behind the same one as Linqian and Britney - close enough to be seen, though, if they paid attention. Which at least the one she didn't want to be seen by right now wasn't.
But the situation wasn’t getting much better. Not getting involved be damned, she couldn’t just let everyone die - Alizee was getting buried in sand, Sully had a gun in his face and bullets were still flying everywhere.
Bianca changed tactics with her spells, splitting out her strength enhancement rather than just targeting Stormy. She murmured under her breath and directed her boosting in three directions - Stormy, Kashmira and Alizee. They’d all feel an increase in their abstraction’s strength, making it more powerful and durable, but to a lesser degree than when she focused on just one person.
She hoped Stormy could still use his strengthened shields to protect himself and everyone else and that Kashmira could actually reach Sully. As for Alizee… Bianca didn’t trust her, but she didn’t want her to die. As soon as Alizee wasn’t in immediate danger she’d drop the spell on her.
Luca was unbothered by Sloane’s icy look, or her sharp words. It was typical Sloane and it slid right off his overly positive exterior. But, he didn’t agree. Luca coexisted with an apparition, and he didn’t always feel it. He knew it was there, feeling the physical effects, but the rot itself? Sometimes he didn’t sense it, when it lay dormant.
But he didn’t have time to voice these thoughts, because Sloane went to a place she never should have, and Drake reacted just like he should be expected too. He had every right to be pissed. Luca was shaken by her question, and he wasn’t the one it was directed towards. But they couldn’t fight here.
Luca jumped up and got in the middle of Sloane and Drake, close enough to the electric sword to feel the sparks jumping against his skin.
Close as he was, both of them were within the aura he'd been avoiding letting touch anyone. At first, all they'd feel was an itching sensation, the feeling of something scratching at their skin. Then a burning pain would start, slight and creeping, intensifying with each second near him. It would feel like their skin was peeling off, bit by bit - slightly, at first, until it felt like their flesh was melting off their bones. As if they were beginning to rot.
There was no actual damage without him touching them, paranormal as they were, but the pain was very real.
"Please stop, we can’t fight here." He looked at Drake pleadingly, hoping that he would lower his sword. ”Jack’s right. We can’t start infighting, that’ll just make us easier to pick off.”
”But Sloane,” he turned to her with a hard stare, lips pulled into a thin line. There was something unstable in his gaze, a flash of the unnatural, of something broken beyond repair. This wasn’t the normal cheerful, optimistic Luca. Something in Sloane’s words had damaged the continually fraying thread of his sanity. ”Sometimes you can’t prevent it. It doesn’t matter how much you want to, or how hard you try, it’s just not possible. That’s the thing with death. It always comes when you don’t want it to. It’s better to accept that. Easier, really. Will throwing around blame help anyone - help you - feel better? It won’t. I promise you, it won’t. Just accept that it couldn’t be stopped. Not everything can be controlled.”
He looked away, biting his lip. No, he’d gotten too emotional. Was he even talking about the situation anymore? About Jade? Not really. He just wanted someone to be like him. To have to accept the helplessness of not being able to do anything. How horrible. Why didn’t he just keep it hidden?
Luca glanced over at Drake, offering him an awkward smile. He was more like the normal Luca then, building back up his walls of happiness and false hope. ”Sorry, didn’t mean to make it sound like it was inevitable. I’m sorry.”
Interactions: Stormy @Blizz, the Ugly AF Scorpion @Punished GN Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot
Everything was going to absolute shit.
Linqian backed away from the massive, grotesque scorpion monster that made her want to vomit. What the fuck was she meant to do here, why had she walked into a whole gang war- should’ve stayed in the car.
As it got hotter, Linqian got colder, lowering her body temperature to as cold as she could. She needed to run. No way she was sticking around for this. Stormy and Eve could do whatever the hell they wanted, she sure as shit wasn’t-
Things went from awful to catastrophic. Any thoughts of running disappeared when Sully was teleported across the parking lot and had a pistol shoved down his throat. Linqian would leave almost everyone here behind, but not Sully. No fucking way.
Linqian reached out a frozen hand towards the scorpion, hoping to freeze off one of its claws. Deal with the immediate threat first.
“I would love to leave, but- fuck!” Linqian screamed in pain as a bullet tore through her outstretched hand, then another hit her side. She collapsed to the ground with a pained cry, spitting out a torrent of Chinese curses. She'd never felt pain like it. She could feel the burning hot metal in her side, as if she was on fire, while incredibly cold at the same time. Her blood coagulated in the open wounds before it could pour out. It only made it more painful, her rushing blood trying to combat her freezing skin. Britney got hit too - fuck, she couldn’t even help-
The oppressive wave of heat weighed down on Linqian. She felt like she was melting, her below zero body temperature only making the heat worse. Previously clotted blood started to sluggishly leak out of the bullet wound, dripping down her side. She should switch to heat, it would be safer, she could cauterise the wounds, but if she did that now… She’d overheat and die. But she'd die from the bullets too. She needed to stop the bleeding before it got worse, before she warmed up and she bled to her death.
Fuck, it hurt so fucking much. With an agonised groan Linqian slammed her bleeding hand against her bleeding side. The extra cold skin against cold skin helped coagulate the blood again, slowing down the flow to a dribble. It was excruciatingly painful pressing two bullet wounds together, like she was ripping them open again, but there was a wave of numbness and ice cold washing over the area too.
”Stormy!” Linqian yelled through the pain, channelling the intense agony into anger. It didn’t help, but it let her get the words out. ”Can you not get up a shield that blocks the fucking bullets?! Or literally anything?!”
In the corner of her eye, vision blurry, she saw a car hurtling towards the scorpion. Fuck it. She reached out with her uninjured hand, trying to grasp the Scorpion’s foot - to freeze it, distract it, anything so it’d be hit by the car.
Bianca Manalo
Interactions: Agent Phillips @Punished GN, Stormy indirectly again Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot
Things were getting more and more heated (literally). Crouched as she was, Bianca realised she was out in the open. She needed shelter. Behind a car would be easiest. She spotted the nearest one, her phone buzzing in her pocket then.
She should get there first then answer- no, check the importance of the message. Bianca pulled out her phone again, skimming over the messages… ten minutes. Fuck. And it wasn't her fault she'd gotten involved! She didn't exactly have a choice. In a rather stupid move, Bianca responded with just that.
Then things got even worse when some of the Wolfpack started spraying bullets through the air with seemingly no care with where they were aiming them. Shit. She sprinted for the nearest car, trying to keep up her spells as she did- A bullet struck her lower thigh, causing her to fall onto her knees and drop her spells. She gritted her teeth, fighting through the pain and crawling forward to a car she’d almost reached. She collapsed behind it, back pressed against a tire - aching pain from her injury there adding to the agony that came with bleeding out. Blood stained her loose corduroy pants, gushing down her leg. She gathered up the thankfully thick fabric and pressed one hand against the wound, applying as much pressure as she could that way. She needed to deal with this quickly.
Bianca shrugged off her thick jacket, pulling off the cotton tank top underneath. This left her in just a plain bra, but it didn’t matter with how fucking hot it was, and the top had the best material to tie around her leg. Letting go of the wound, she ripped the bottom of the shirt into a long, uneven strip of fabric. She swiftly tied this above the wound around her upper thigh, shoving a hand into her coat to pull out a pen she thankfully had on her. She knotted it into the fabric and twisted it around until it was tight enough to staunch the flow of blood.
It hurt like hell, but it would stop her from dying until help got here. Namely Trevor and his healing. She was suddenly very thankful for the hours of emergency first aid training they got that she’d found incredibly boring at the time.
Taking a moment to catch her breath, Bianca got back to replying.
With a muted groan, Bianca leaned around the car just enough to see what was happening. The heat was getting more and more intense. She was almost glad she’d practically stripped off her top half (for practical reasons). So many of the Sycamore Tree coven were down - Britney, Linqian (shit the first time she’d seen her), Sully had a gun in his mouth… Bianca murmured under her breath again, recasting the boosting and range spells on Stormy that she’d dropped after being shot.
Luca froze again, plastic cup in his hands beginning to silently sizzle underneath his fingertips. Plastic was always the worst, but the slowest, to erode. He hadn’t even considered the possibility. It wasn’t him, though. Or was it? There were blanks in his memories that he couldn’t account for. Did they coincide with the murders? He didn’t have the ability to, but the rot might.
More damningly, wood carving was the one hobby of his he'd managed to keep up in some form. Sure, he could only do it for an hour or so at a time on the best of days, but it was feasible for him to carve small, wooden statues. He had plenty of different small wood carvings lying around his apartment in varying states of complete, and varying states of decay.
"Ah, wait," he realised suddenly, speaking his thoughts without really meaning to. "There wouldn't be any bodies if it had been me."
Oops. Didn’t mean to say that outloud.
Of course it couldn’t be him. There was also a reason the rot was so attached to his body - it was limited where it could go, and probably couldn’t make him teleport all across the world. He likely had blood on his hands, but it wasn’t coven member’s.
”I’ll be open about it,” Luca said. ”I don’t have an alibi. I barely leave my apartment. The last time I talked to someone was a week ago when I called Olivia’s parents, and that was only for a few minutes… Before that, when I talked to Olivia herself two weeks back. I don’t mind if you trust me less because of that.” He smiled ruefully, looking at Sloane. The only sign of his agitated inner state was the faint wisps of dust coming from his gloves as they began to disintegrate around his hands, and a light, acrid smell of the plastic cup degrading. ”Like Jack said, I’d like to trust everyone. Well, be able to earn that trust.”
Sloane’s conclusion did make sense, even if he hadn’t thought about it before. Maybe he just wasn’t smart enough to realise this was ‘obvious’, or he hadn’t thought about it enough. He did trust most of the people sitting around this table. Maybe he shouldn’t? But he didn’t want to think so negatively about them all.
If he was wrong in the end, well, at least he’d die quickly.
"Like, what if it left some kinda... programming, or something in our minds that it could use to turn us into sleeper agents at will? I'm not sure how it would work, but what if the Snake planned for this and is using one of us to enact its revenge and break it free?"
”Mm, I understand,” Luca nodded, smile dropping as he thought about it. He probably understood the concept better than most. He already had a presence in his mind that was trying to take over to enact its own will. It wasn’t hard to believe that a being as powerful as the Stygian Snake was able to leave something behind in their minds, a presence that went unnoticed until it was too late. ”Maybe it couldn’t enact its revenge until now… Or there’s a reason it has to be now. It makes more sense than a coven member deciding to start killing us off after ten years. Like, most didn’t even bother coming back.”
Is there programming in my mind? He asked the rot.
That would have made things easier.
Luca snorted. Made sense, he’d joined late and barely been touched by the Snake’s shady mind powers. Just the presence he was used to coexisting in his body, then, trying to take over and enact a different kind of slaughter.
”If it's cause someone is a… snake sleeper agent, then there must be a reason for it happening now, right?” One he couldn’t figure out. All he had were questions, and not even an idea for the answers. ”And for whoever it chose. If it even chose at all. And that still means it could be anyone… Or everyone. It could be using everyone.”
”Oh don’t worry, I will.” Linqian resisted rolling her eyes at Greyson when he listed off things he’d already told her not that long ago. Yeah, she’d give him a call (what was wrong with a text) and yeah, Pink and Violet. They weren’t difficult names to remember. She wasn’t that stupid. But he was paying her, so she could put up with it just about. Pretend it was like her bar job. Customer service resting bitch face.
Once his back was turned, though, she couldn’t resist and rolled her eyes at his disappearing figure. Then she turned back to Lyss. She'd love to stick around and chat to her more, but she had to go earn that cash that Greyson had paid her. "I better get going… If you come along, now or after seeing Auri, drinks are on me."
Well, Greyson technically, but nobody needed to know that.
Whether Lyss agreed to come right then or was going to talk to Auri first, Linqian didn’t stick around to find out. She spun on her heel and power walked towards where she’d parked her car - a good five minute walk away, closer to her workplace than Auri’s. It was an absolute piece of garbage, bought about six years ago for dirty cheap second hand. The thing was at the end of its life and Linqian should’ve replaced it ages ago… But she couldn’t afford that. And it still worked as much as she needed it to, just with a few fun extras.
She shoved her car key in the lock, swearing under her breath as it got jammed again, before finally getting in. Time to go have some much needed drink on someone else's dime.
Interactions: Leon @AtomicEmperor, Sycamore Tree Members Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot
Linqian tapped her fingers against the steering wheel to the chinese rock music she had blaring in her car as she pulled into the Veni Vedi Veni parking lot. She was thinking about all the strippers she was going to pay - a deserved rest while trying to get information, in her mind. Nothing took your mind off your brother’s death like a nak- Holy shit.
Linqian slammed on her brakes and flung the steering wheel to the right, narrowly avoiding being actually trampled by a goldilocks-esque werewolf that had flown through the air and ran right towards her car. The tires screeched against the ground, uneven from taking a few beatings, as she spun to the side. The side of her car slammed into the trunk of another and ground to a halt. There was a dent in the side of her car and the car she’d slammed into, but it didn’t seem that damaging. It hadn’t hit anything important. That could’ve been bad- her car wasn’t starting. Her car wasn’t fucking starting.
What the fuck.
Linqian tried the fuse again, hearing it straining to turn on before completely going out. That was it. Her car, which had survived this many years, was taken out by a fucking werewolf. Typical.
Without even looking at what was going on Linqian jumped out of her car, yelling after unknown, strangely blond wolf creature. Frost coated the door handle she was still holding, her body visibly paling as her temperature dropped. "What the fuck, you furry piece of shit, you wrecked my fucking car, I swear to god, I'm going to-"
Linqian abruptly stopped her angry tirade when she noticed the wall of shields, aggressive looking bikers and dead child on the floor. Shit.
This wasn't the scene she'd expected to turn up to. She internally apologised to Greyson for all the cash he'd given her for some juicy information she wasn't going to be getting cause it looked like going into the stripclub was off the table, being shot was on it. Though perhaps he'd like to know about that too. Yeah, sure, what was possibly an all out faction fight would probably be useful information.
Linqian brought up her body temperature again to just slightly below normal, to offset the strange warmth in the air, and quickly jogged away from her car to the safety of Stormy’s shields and the rest of the group. Eve was calling up shades all over, Stormy looked ready to kill and there was a werewolf trying to flee with Alizee in its hands.
”What the fuck is going on?” Linqian asked no one in particular, though Britney was probably closest to her. She began to lower the air temperature around her to combat the warm one that was really beginning to irritate her, even with her own body temperature lowered. She narrowed her eyes at their presumed attackers - the weird bikers with the guns. Yeah, no. She couldn’t take on a gun. Even so, she began to lower her body temperature again to levels that would hurt anyone that touched her. ”We fighting already?”
Bianca Manalo
Interactions: Agent Phillips @Punished GN, Stormy @Blizz Veni Vedi Veni Parking Lot
It took everything in Bianca not to facepalm, because holy shit. Eve was a master at taking what she said and twisting it into whatever she wanted to hear. As if she was in a position to order Bianca around just because of presumed physical superiority.
Bianca's face paled as Eve's wall dropped and she witnessed Clancy crumpling to the ground. Shit. She shouldn't - couldn't - just get directly involved, but she could at least help. She quickly surveyed the Sycamore Tree members there. Who did she trust the most? More importantly, who would keep everyone from dying before the rest of the PRA arrived?
With a soft murmur under her breath in Filipino, and a flick of her wrist, Bianca's rope bracelet glowed a faint orange. She targeted Stormy with her boost spell - he'd feel an increase in his abstraction's strength wash over him. His shields would be stronger, more resistant to damage and he could make more of them. Any other spells he cast would be stronger too.
Half concentrating on keeping up the spell, she pulled out her phone quickly. There was enough people between her and the Wolfpack, along with a whole wall of shields, that she should be safe. She was still crouched in the ground too, so a more hidden target.
She quickly skimmed the messages she'd missed, frowning. It would’ve been nice if she’d been able to not engage, but she hadn’t exactly had a choice when Eve had attacked her. Shit. She’d better reply before she got attacked again.
She kept her messages short and to the point, prioritising speed over everything else. She was, after all, at risk of getting shot or attacked again and had to pay attention to that, while keeping up her boosting spell.
As soon as she was done Bianca shoved her phone back in her pocket, concentrating on keeping up her spell. She muttered under her breath again, layering another one on top - increasing the range of Stormy’s abstraction too, so he could make shields further out. It was a bit more taxing on her, having already taken a hit, but not bad enough she couldn’t do it while carefully observing what was going on.
Still, she hoped Agent Phillips and the other agents on call turned up soon.
Sloane and Kali were being a little harsh of Auri. Since when was being nice a bad thing? Really, she hadn't done anything wrong. Jack was at least a little nicer (after just appearing, again) - Luca was kind of surprised that Drake was the one defending her, but it made him respect the guy more even more.
Jack was right about the whole family thing, though. Calling it a family made them a cult, really. Though the constant fighting sure was a lot like a family.
"Still," Luca tapped his mostly gloved fingers in the empty plastic tub of his blizzard. "She managed to get everyone back together in the same room. No one else managed that, or even tried. How many more would've died first? Would anyone else ever organise it?"
His questions were blunt, a bit more so than normal for him. He was trying to ignore the agitation crawling across his skin, a constant paranoia from being in public for too long. He could feel the rot eating away at his mind, urging him to destroy - the chairs, the tables, the people. It was difficult not to snap. His stomach did not agree with the chicken either, like it didn't most food nowadays, and was complaining with intense, stabbing pains.
It wasn't anything he wasn't used to, but in company? It was more difficult.
"You're right about nobody being able to take charge... Do we even need a leader? We're all adults now." Even if half the group didn't act it. Luca shrugged, expression easing back into a smile rather than the grimace that his lips had unbiddenly twisted into. "I like the idea of checking on each other... But will that stop people dying? Father wolf got people who-" he hesitated, glancing at Drake. "Who lived with other coven members. Unless we're going to stay in groups all day everyday... Maybe since we're all here, in town, it'll work! I'm sure it will!"
He quickly threw away the slight amount of negativity that had crept up. If Kali was suggesting it then he thought it would work. Luca should trust that. He was letting his annoying apparition get the better of him here! He shoved down any qualms he had to the depths of his mind where all his negative thoughts went, locked in a box with a key he'd rotted away.
"... How do we even know that it's Father Wolf in the first place?"
Luca tilted his head, pondering what Drake had said. "Oh, how did we figure out that was his name? I haven't seen what he left... I know it was a statue, but was there a call card or something too? Or does everyone else have ways of finding this stuff out that I don't?" Luca knew about the murders, but not much else outside of that. "We don't know, I guess. But surely Father Wolf could be anyone? It's probably an alias. Like, yknow, all those famous serial killers. He probably isn't any of these other guys going by wolf like names. That'd be too obvious, right. Like he wanted to get caught."
Luca nodded, as if everything he'd said was somehow right and not just every thought that came into his brain while emulating the few murder mystery movies he'd watched.
Bianca Manalo
Interactions: Eve @LanaStorm Veni Vedi Veni Parking Lot
And Eve didn't heed her words. Of course.
Bianca barely had time to think, nevermind dodge, the shadow hand that Eve launched towards her. She let go of the knife in her pocket, useless against an abstraction like this, and threw her arms up in front of her chest and face. They took the blow full on, protecting the more vulnerable parts of her body as she was slammed into the shadowy wall behind her. The momentum tore the air out of her lungs, leaving her gasping for air. Sharp pain tore through her arms and back. Shit, that was going to bruise badly. She pushed through it, dodging to the side before the shadow hand could pin her against the wall, half falling onto one knee. She gritted her teeth and placed a hand on the floor to stabilise herself.
Her work phone vibrated in her pocket multiple times, but she couldn't exactly check it.
"I really don't want a fight," she grunted, taking deep breaths while carefully watching for the next attack. If she expected it it would be easier to avoid or mitigate, she just hadn't expected Eve to attack her when she fucking recognised her. She'd recovered quickly, thanks to training, and ignored the pain throbbing through her arms and back.
If Eve wasn't paranormal she could have handled this easily. Most couldn't go one to one in a physical fight with a trained agent, and Bianca was confident she could take her down in that situation no matter how she did things upstate. But if she couldn't get close, and didn't have her gun, she couldn't do anything but avoid the next shadow fist coming her way. She stayed where she was low on the ground, so it would be easier to roll out of the way.
She just had to last until another agent turned up. She quickly tried to remember who was working today... Not many people, but she was fairly certain Samson was. If she remembered right, at least someone would be able to get there quickly.
"Look," Bianca didn't even flinch when a gunshot rang through the air. She held her free hand up in front of her, still carefully watching Eve, ready to roll out the way if necessary. "I'm not a threat, they are." It wasn't difficult to hear what the Wolfpack were saying even at this distance, because they were so fucking loud, and she grimaced when they called Alizée out. One wrong move and she was dead. Most abstractions didn't block a bullet... Stormy's, maybe. But that wasn't enough. "Let's stop, yeah?"
She was being very generous for someone who'd just be absolutely battered by Eve's shadow hand, and it wasn't because of the damage. Bianca knew that she could last until the other agents arrived - it would just fucking hurt. But Eve needed to help the coven, and she needed to tell Agent Phillips that the wolfpack was here too ASAP.
Her voice lowered. "You all need to get out of here before they actually hurt you."
Interactions: Eve @LanaStorm Veni Vedi Veni Parking Lot
Oh for fucks sake.
Maybe taking that picture had been a dumb idea, but it did help make her point and prove the actual seriousness of it. She just hadn't expected anyone to be watching. Or, honestly, have not seen through her flimsy disguise of sunglasses yet.
Well, she guessed she couldn't really hide anymore.
"You've sure changed a lot, Eve," Bianca grinned. She slowly raised one hand to her shades, pushing them up so they rested on the top of her head. Whether Everleigh recognised her was really down to her memory, but she should. Bianca had been a relatively prominent, if reckless, member of the coven back in the day - often attached to Linqian, but well known by her own right outside of that relationship. Her other hand remained in her pocket, fingers curled around the combat knife in her pocket. If Eve attacked her, Bianca would aim to suppress her without any harm. "It's Bianca, remember? Well, most people called me Bea... Still do, anyway, if I can recognise you surely you can recognise me. Ask Brit or Sully if you don't cause they will."
She sighed. "I was just enjoying a day off when Alizée decided to try kill multiple people. There ain't much I can do about that, but I wanted to make sure she didn't go too far. Y'know, one former coven member stopping another from landing in jail?"
Though she'd been the one to call the authorities, but that was beside the point. Alizée had gone too far for this to be considered something that could be settled within the coven. Her job would be the easiest explanation, but not the right one. The whole secret part of the job was prettyyyy important.
"And I really wouldn't do that," Bianca looked down at the knuckle dusters. Annoying, but not something she couldn't handle. "It won't end well for you, and there's bigger problems to worry about than me."
She glanced past Everleigh. At least Stormy seemed to have Alizée under control... But the infighting didn't help with the Wolf Pack turning up. She <i>really</i> hoped her text had gotten through, because she didn't want anyone else to get hurt - whether it was at Alizée's hands or the wolf pack.
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