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Mid 20s. Been here a long time, generally only join friend's rps. Constantly tired. Masc nonbinary, preference for they pronouns but he are ok too!

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The spider traveled far away from the chaos, and closer to the kingdom. Where the biome changed from desert plains to another destroyed city, one reminiscent of Miami (not that any of the four would know). The spider landed on the roof on the edge of the city, and the four of them got off, before it shrunk down to typical size and scurried off.

Yoko walked over to the edge of the rooftop and said, ”We’re closer to the Kingdom so we’ll be facing more Autoknights,” Yoko said, ”Disciple, now is a great time to use Focus to determine what’s around us.”

"Okay!" Ella had followed Yoko over to the edge. She crouched down, before becoming perfectly still as she began to concentrate solely on her surroundings. Listening out for the sounds of metal footsteps… eyes moving around to find each one, focusing in at distances she wouldn't be able to see normally. Patrolling Autoknights, places where they'd set up with catapults…

"They have outposts there, there, there and there," Ella said, pointing in a direction with each there. At this distance it was impossible to see the actual outposts without magic. "Each has catapults. There's some patrols too… if we're careful we can avoid them all."

”I thought the whole point was to get caught,” Lisa said with a shrug.

”That is true, but the plan is to make it look convincing,” Yoko nodded her head. ”If we throw ourselves at their feet, they will get suspicious. Also, right now, they would try and flatten us with catapult-fire.”

Then she turned her head toward the outposts, ”... We stick together, and lay low. If we catch any Autoknights, we quietly dispatch them, okay?”

"Got it! I can lay low!" Ella nodded.

"Maybe keep your voice down first," Saskia rolled their eyes.

Ella slammed her mouth shut, nodding again. The last thing she wanted was for them to get flattened by catapults. If she got close enough, she could probably take them out but… avoiding them was just better. Her voice was quieter when she kept talking. "We should go through the buildings quietly. The Autoknights seem to be mostly patrolling the streets, so unless they see or hear us… I think we can avoid them."

Yoko nodded at Ella before glancing behind her at the rooftop access structure. She walked over to it and noticed a rusty lock, which, seconds later clattered against the ground when it was slashed by the Yokai Killer. The door creaked open as she pulled it before she turned towards the rest of the group and nodded. Lisa quickly got the hint and ran over behind her. Yoko stepped down lightly, her foot not so much as to make a peep against the concrete stairs; what made a noise was Yoko slowly unsheathing the Yokai Killer - it was glowing somewhat. The air inside was stale, laced with dust and the ever-present smell of rotting bodies. Once they made it to a door, Yoko pushed it open, then cubicle after cubicle was revealed. Yoko looked over her shoulder and whispered,

”Let’s stick to the inner halls,,” Yoko whispered. ”Then, I suggest that we make it seem like we were sneaking into one of their outposts and got caught.”

Ella nodded, gulping. She held a hand over her nose in an attempt to ignore the rancid smell. It made her feel a little bit sick… but she ignored it. There wasn’t room for weakness here. If she started showing that she was scared what would the others think? She was a magical girl, after all, and magical girls were always strong!

"The closest outpost is a few buildings along," Ella whispered back, looking at the glowing Yokai Killer. "Does that pick up Autoknights, or is it something else?"

”It can detect Autoknights,” Yoko said, ”The closer they are, the brighter it glows so…”

It began glowing brighter.

”... Good grief,”

Ella’s eyes widened, and she looked around. "Maybe if we stay here… hide… there wasn’t a nearby patrol?!"

"Don’t panic," Saskia said very quietly, knife going to their hand to prepare for a possible fight. Lisa didn't speak, spiders just stretched outwards, and covered her body, the floor, and the feet of her friends.

”I’m certain it’ll just pass by-” Yoko was cut off by the roof caving in, dust and debris going in all directions. When the dust settled, a massive horse creature stepped out, growling.

With its dick out.

Ella screamed.

"SAILOR MOON PROTECT US FROM THIS EVIL ENDOWED MONSTER- STAY AWAY!"


She shoved out her hands, blasting a fireball right at its dick. It screamed in pain as its dick was ignited, but somehow that put it on hard.

”Disciple! It's just a penis!” Yoko shouted, holding the Yokai Killer with one hand, the sheathe with the other. ”Calm down!”

”Oh, it’s a penis alright!” Lisa shouted.

The monster roared, and swung its claw forward.

"I’ll do it," Saskia intoned as they jumped in between the claw and Ella, blocking it with a blood blade of their own. They pushed back against it. "I’ll fuck it so it leaves us alone."

"NO!!!" Ella wailed, changing tactics and shooting it with electricity. It shook in pain, falling to its knees but it used its strength to push Saskia away as it climbed back up to its feet.

”Turner! Dissolve it's genitals in acid to end this foolishness!” Yoko shouted.

””But- Lisa hesitated,

”DO IT!”

”Okay.” Lisa shrugged, the fire had conveniently gone out, she commanded her spiders to wrap around it… They exploded, and it dissolved into a toxic sludge that dripped onto the floor. It screamed and thrashed around.

"Nooo, my monster fucking dreams," Saskia intoned, not sounding all that upset by it at all.

With the horrible penis gone, Ella no longer had to look everywhere but the monster. "Thank you, Lisa!"

She pushed out her hands, blasting the monster with more electricity. It thrashed, before Yoko disappeared in a burst of speed and appeared on the other side of the creature. She sheathed her sword, as a slash appeared across the creature’s chest that rotted away.

”Finish-” Yoko tried to say before they all felt a loud crash. Yoko fell over and the Yokai Killer clattered against the ground. She looked out the window.

Flaming boulders were coming towards them.

"Fuck, not again," Saskia hissed, rolling across the floor to avoid getting hit by a piece of debris.

"NO, the penis monster alerted them!" Ella shouted, grabbing the Ice Scepter and shooting a blast of ice at each of the flaming boulders. Which froze them but did little to halt their momentum as they crashed into the building. Violently shaking it, as Yoko fought her way to her feet. Spider legs erupted from Lisa’s back as she used them for balance.

Yoko walked over to the creature and jammed the Yokai Killer through its skull - pressing her boot against it to yank it free.

”Don’t waste your time, Disciple!” Yoko shouted, ”We have to get out of here!”

Ella grimaced, nodding.

Saskia pulled themselves to their feet, blood tendril forming to help throw debris out of the way and clear them a path. "This way, lets try get to the next building."

Ella sprinted towards where Saskia was - deeper into the building. If they could find some stairs they could get down and onto the street… or maybe there was a connection to another building. She didn’t know, but Yoko was right, they had to get out of here.

Without a word, they went back down the staircase they had entered as the building rumbled over and over again. Dust covered them from head to toe as they avoided broken staircases, and loose cables - making it to the ground floor just as the catapult fire stopped. Yoko ran outside…

… And met various Autoknights scattered about armed with muskets, crossbows, amd oversized spears and swords.

“... Halt!” They all shouted in unison. “Surrender and come with us quietly!”

Ella did halt, because she didn’t want to run into the massive hunks of metal and discover they were hiding some kind of massive, horrible cannon in a place she didn’t want to think about. But what was it Yoko had said earlier… they had to make it look convincing. Put up a bit of a fight.

"No way!" Ella shouted, holding her hands out in front of her and blasting them with fire she knew would be mostly ineffective.

”Wait! Disciple!” Yoko shouted as she outstretchedd a hand.

“... Open fire!” An Autoknight shouted, before they all took aim.

The spider creature that was previously only visible to Lisa appeared in front of them, body turned sideways. As the Autoknights opened fire, spectral limbs - hands, mouths, breasts, legs - that twitched unnaturally appeared to form a wall. It blocked the fire as the spider turned to Lisa and said,

“... Go.”

"Freaky spider creature?!" Ella let out a confused yelp… but it was blocking the fire! And Ella was realising she really should’ve surrendered… whoops. So to half apologise for that she did the classic scoop and run, grabbing Lisa and Saskia and lifting them up under her arms. Then they wouldn’t have to exert themselves. Immediately she started running towards another building, hoping to hide in it.

"You’re a fucking idiot," Saskia muttered.

The spider stared at them as it kept blocking gunfire. Before muttering,

“... I hope we can all be together one day.”

4 Years Ago




Momo Mottah

Sin Sisters


The old building stood as a testament to the days of yore, when the raucous nightlife of Cloverfield was at its peak. The Gilded Age left behind these relics, the art-deco exterior contrasting with the modern neon sign. Its flashing tubes of light read “Sin Sisters’” in thin, vine-like letters that protruded with thorns and roses that punctuated each I. It was a legendary place, one where the phantoms of the city’s last century came for their drinks and entertainment. It was the Leopold Building: A hotel that had been a speakeasy before that, and a brothel before even that. Now it wore three hats - Strip Club, hotel and restaurant all at the same time.

And it was old. And it was majestic. The front lobby was awash with green and pale white features, its ebon marble floors polished and pristine as the day they were laid down. Banners hung from the high vaulted ceilings, and a massive wooden desk was manned by half a dozen of the most beautiful people one could find. Statuesque, they directed each person to their destination cordially.

“Lust, Gluttony or Sloth?”
The woman smiled serenely at Loni, taking short and barely noticeable breaths as she opened a thick ledger and took up a pen.
“And your name, please…”

It took Loni a moment to answer - both because she was staring in awe at the place, while also trying to parse out the first question. What did that mean? Lust, Gluttony or- oh! Right! Of course!
"Lust… Alondra Garcia Rodriguez, oh, but if you only got space for one last name, go for Rodriguez, thanks!" Loni smiled brightly back, pushing back a stray bit of hair that had fallen out of the twin buns she had it up in. Her eyes didn't stop moving - from the woman to the surroundings, constantly snapping about.
"Y'need me to spell it out for you?"

The woman at the counter cleared her throat, shaking her head with a smile.
“Oh… No. I can spell, Sweetheart. I believe The Lady Angel has you down for an interview in the next fifteen minutes.”
Dropping the ledger she’d initially grabbed, the woman moved for a much smaller black notebook and moved away from the counter. As she came around, another person took her place seamlessly, leaving her free to guide Loni through the facility.
“Come on. We’ll get you a drink. Perk of the interview: What’s your poison, Sweetheart?”

"Oh, well, I'm only eighteen, so I can't?" Loni said in an almost questioning tone, still looking everywhere as she got to go further inside. She really hadn't seen anything like it - all her life was spent in the Lower District, mostly in the same few streets. All the buildings there were pretty run down… it wasn't like they could afford a nice place.

"Probably wine? I ain't tried it before, only ever had some beer my sibling got from a guy round the corner. It was more water than beer I think, but I wouldn't know. It ain't like that here, I guess?" She babbled away, fiddling with the bracelet around her wrist to try to push down her nerves.

The woman simply stared at Loni, unable to decide whether her natural North-side reaction was going to overpower her educated and curated temperance.
“I… Do you like sweet drinks, or tart? Tart as in sour…”
The assumption that a South-sider wouldn’t know a word like tart was probably as ignorant as the divide got. It wasn’t like she was trying to be rude, she just… Naturally was. Though, it was a more open dynamic between the staff of the Hotel and Restaurant, and their typically Southern counterparts in the actual Club.

"Sweet, probably," Loni shrugged. If she was bothered by the rudeness it didn't show. After all, she was used to the microaggressions from North-siders. It wasn't like it was anything new or anything that bothered her much.

As far as the club was concerned, it was even more incredible in its gaudy grandeur than the lobby outside. The facilities were separated by a long velvet hall that removed the noise and sights from the eye of the otherwise respectable facility. There was a separate entrance and exit for those staying in the hotel, with a single elevator at the end of the hall which opened up in front of another desk. A burly looking man in a bowler hat and suspenders stood there, his chest slowly raising up and down as he observed what was ahead.

“Virginia… I thought you were too good for our side of the world.” the man said in a surprisingly airy voice.
“As true as that is, this one’s not an employee yet and I happened to be up at the front.” the woman replied with some amount of venom.

Looking Loni up and down, the man shook his head.
“What are you, fifteen? Let me see some I.D. miss ‘not an employee’...”

"Oh, right, sure! I'm eighteen, y'know, but a lotta people say I'm blessed to look younger, even if it's a pain right now." Once again chatting away unnecessarily, Loni shoved her hand in the pocket of the worn denim jacket she was wearing. After a bit of fiddling around she pulled out her Identification Card, holding it out to the man with a smile.
"See, I turned eighteen a month ago."

Immediately, Loni would be able to feel the scrutinizing sensation of a burst of White Lux crossing her Emotional Field. For a moment, the massive man stared at the I.D., then at Loni, then the card again… Then he scrunched his nose and smiled at her. His expression practically melted.
“Alright…-” he handed the card back. Backing into the door, he kept it held open for the two women to pass through. “-One rule, Little Sister: The funky shit? With the whole dark and dead shit? Not allowed. Don’t use it. I don’t care if a gerbil in your act dies in your craw, don’t you dare whip it out. Especially not in the presence of the Angel.”

The woman, Virginia, recoiled in disgust at the man’s statement.
“Gerbil? Craw? You’re disgusting, Markus.”
“Well, good thing we don’t spend a lot of time around one another.”

"Huh, I- I can't even do something like that?!" Loni squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes. Of course, she'd felt the blast of White Lux against her emotional field but she was exactly experienced in Lux types outside her own. It was scrutinising, but she hadn't expected him to just talk about it. Her mom had always told her and Vin to keep their magic secret.
"I ain't gonna, don't worry, it ain't- well it ain't what I'm here for, is it? I never even seen a gerbil before… d'you provide ‘em here? Seems a bit odd…"

“Oh my absolute God you’re going to do fine here.” Virginia said with serious venom in her voice. The man, Markus, only laughed loudly as the two women entered the club.
And behold, flesh in all its glory: The place was absolutely full of scantily clad men and women carrying drinks, plates of snacks, empty glasses and arms of patrons who were too drunk to walk themselves around.
The bar was packed to the gills, its massive dark wood perimeter forming a protective wall between the main performance stage and the huddled masses of lonely patrons. Money was hurdled over the people working the bar, and a particularly regal looking goth woman seemed to be reveling in the middle of it all. She was working the bar in the styx with the others, swamped from every direction.

The woman dancing the pole behind the bar was dark skinned, voluptuous and draped in burning red hair. Her toned muscles rippled with every motion, pulling herself up into a wild spin, and her high heeled feet flicked up with unnatural dexterity to pluck and tug the panties off her lower body.

The crowd went insane. Men and women frothed and cheered like the world was about to end, their money only increasing in a chaotic rain. The regal woman at the center turned her whole body to look; surprisingly, still holding a bottle and a shaker in either hand, both arms flew into the air. She screamed along with the crowd, rallying their money out of their hands at an incredible rate.

Loni looked around the place with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, clearly in awe of everything she was seeing. It was noisy, colourful, and there was so much going on. Her head was snapping around so much that it was also almost unnatural - at least that she wasn't feeling any pain in her neck. She wished she could use a spell right now - if she changed her eyes she'd be able to see everything so much easier. She could actually take it all in, which she wanted to do. It was incredible.

She clearly sucked in all the energy of the place. The bounce in her step only increased, though there was that same frantic undertone that had her hands going up to her hair to nervously fix the loose bits while only making it worse. Of course as the constant looking around lessened slightly her gaze was drawn towards the woman in the centre of the bar. Was she the Angel they talked about - the boss, presumably. Her presence was certainly very boss like. Very impressive. Overwhelming. Incredibly attractive. The whole place was as overwhelming as it was exciting. And there was so much money being thrown around - money like she'd never seen before in her life. It was difficult for her not to just gape and stare.
"Is it always like this?"

“Only when she’s working!” Virginia called over the din, pointing through the crowd at the same tall, raven haired woman who had made such an impression.
“Stay close!”
Her hand reached out for Loni’s, taking it and starting to tug her through the crowd. There were some nasty comments, but regulars saw the pristine uniform worn by the Hotel Manager and knew to shut their mouths while the doer did. Eventually, they made it to the front, and the dark-haired woman took immediate notice.

”Viiiiiiiiiiirgiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! What’s up, Stuck-up!?”
Her voice was deep, but wholly feminine and matronly as if the Mother of all Mothers was speaking. It was a fantastic way to meet someone who was presumably the boss. Loose, unthreatening, a naturally friendly smile full of unnaturally pale and sharp teeth accented by dark black lipstick. She looked like a gothic bar maiden, a white dress strapped to her body with various belts, the folds of which revealed dozens of different sized zippers.

“This is your interview, Ma’am!” Virginia said simply, her arms waggling slightly as if she was presenting Loni to the woman. For a moment, dark green eyes narrowed to stare at the new face before everything seemed to snap into place.
”Oh shit, right! Uhh… Fuck! Hang on-”
Turning her head to one side, then the other, she reeled back slightly before booming her voice over the crowd.
”Tristaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain!”


Several of the patrons who were focused on the show above were scared shitless by the bomb blast of the Angel’s voice calling for help. But, as quickly as she’d shouted, she pulled herself back down and leaned across the bar to look Loni dead in the eyes. She was so close that she didn’t even have to raise her voice now.
”You’re here for the money, right? You’re not some life-long dancer who just does it for the thrill? Or a pervert who… Also does it for the thrill?” she asked conspiratorially.

"Is thatta trick question?" Loni asked back, not so much trying to be difficult or anything. She'd been caught out by stuff like that before - misunderstanding and answering the wrong thing. Her eyes were widely innocent as she met the stare directly at her, head tilting to the side slightly.
"I ain't had a long enough life to be life-long anythin'... Ain't like I got the money to do things for the thrill- guess that answers the question, it wasn't the wrong answer, was it?"

The Angel’s bottom lip furled upward, eyebrows scrunching up in thought. Then she shook her head and smiled.
”Why would I care why you’re working here!?”
And then she laughed in the girl’s face, tossing her head back. Virginia only snickered in turn, shaking her head and clearing her throat.
“She’s having Moscato!”
The Angel’s face scrunched up entirely.
”Oh, God… No bueno! Let’s kill those baby tastebuds!”

There was a move toward a top shelf bottle of some clear stuff that got poured into a shaker as quickly as it came down, followed by some bitters from a small bottle and a thick brick of ice which she openly crushed using her bare hand. It all wound up shaken, then poured into a small, wide glass before being handed off to Loni.
”Virg, get her over to the office and get back to work! Geeze, gawkin’ at my girls and shit-”

Virginia scoffed at the accusation, which caused the Angel to laugh.
”-Hey, don’t lie! You love this place!”
“Not on a good day! C’mon newbie, let’s go!”

The walk to the office was quick, and there were a few empty tables behind a wall where some of the other employees were just sitting. Some were smoking, others drinking, but all of them were clearly working one aspect of the flesh or another. Virginia sat Loni at an empty table.
“Alright, now… Don’t let these hoes eat you alive; Miss Momo will be right here.-”
She turned her head to one of the other tables.
Tristain! I know you fucking heard her!”
One of the gentlemen with just a little bit more clothing than average puffed his cigarette with a smug grin.
“Bitch, you don’t even exist to me here. Go home.”
Frustrated, Virginia gripped her hands tight together, then without another word to Loni, stormed off in a huff. The clique of strippers and bartenders could only laugh among themselves.

The one called Tristain was a pale-skinned blonde, face covered in piercings. He stood, and his short stature was as clear as his fairly feminine build. They very clearly catered to all types and preferences here, as advertised…
“Little Sister, are you interviewing with us!? Oh-my-God! Look at yoooooou, you’re so fucking cute!” Tristain looked Loni’s way, fawning over her in an adorable kind of way.

"Well ‘course, I ain't here for fun- the free drink's pretty great though!" Loni smiled brightly, sipping from it. It was pretty strong, and not exactly what she'd go for if ever given the choice again… but really the bitterness of the flavour had nothing on the water outta the tap at home.
"Mamá always said my cuteness would get me somewhere- but she said the same of my sibling and they ain't cute at all anymore. Oh, I'm Loni! Nice to meetcha- though I ain't sure if I'll get the job so feel free to forget my name, I ain't gonna be upset by it."

“Awwwww, Baby Girl! I don’t remember names to begin with! But I’ll always have your little peanut face in my head now, so… I hope you do get the job! That way I never have to remember your name!”
And then he was gone, zooming off in his assless chaps toward the bar. Smalltalk continued until the Angel, Momo, popped into view enough that the others started to scatter. Seeing her full outfit revealed that the white dress she wore was a dip hem that climbed awkwardly high at the front; only to the point that it barely covered her crotch. Her boots climbed her massive, muscular legs up to the thighs, just sneaking up under the hem with the heels lifting her another three inches into the air.

She. Was. Huge. Massive, well built with her six pack stomach showing through the white lace of the dress. Her steps were confident, as if the ground was crawling upward to meet her rather than forcing her to step down toward its surface.

”Ah… There she is! Didn’t run away?”
Her arms opened wide as she approached, offering a greeting hug to the newcomer.

"Why'd I run away?" Loni looked a little confused at that question - it'd be a bit stupid for her to come all this way only to run soon as she was about to get the interview. She hopped up a bit too quickly, stumbling a little bit in the heeled boots she was wearing. But the little wobble was immediately righted without needing to lean on anything.

There wasn't really any hesitation from her when it came to going in for a greeting hug, Momo's body language clear to her. Her only frustration was that she was too small to go in for what she'd naturally follow it up with - the greeting kiss to both cheeks. It wasn't like she was that short, but in comparison…
"Uh- uh, do I stay standin', can I sit back down, I ain't done an interview before?" she blurted out as she pulled back, nervous energy overwhelming her brightness for a moment.

Momo laughed aloud again, tossing her head back jovially.
”No, dumbass! Come on!”
Her arm slipped around Loni’s shoulder’ guiding her toward a large green door that she opened to let the younger woman in. The place was a pristine little office with a desk matching the bar of the club and a comfortable sofa with a small table in front of it. Momo’s hand swept across the couch as she slipped behind the desk and settled down into the big black chair that had ominously sat behind it.

On the wall above Momo, there was a portrait of two dark, beautiful figures in some seriously scandalous lingerie. They were entwined in a seductive pose both regal faces looking almost exactly like the woman who sat before Loni. Her hands and fingers interlocked, resting on the desk’s surface.
”So… How’s the drink? What’d you think of the place?” she asked a two part question, intrinsically understanding how to ease someone into a conversation.

"Nice!" Loni said immediately, sitting on the couch and looking around the whole room with wide eyes. Her hands fell into her lap, fingers fiddling with each other which could have been from both nerves or a constant need to move. She tried to stay still otherwise, sitting right on the edge of the couch with her mostly bare legs pressed together and her back straight.
"The drink ain't what I'd go for if I was asked again cause there ain't a lot in there? But it's a lot better than the beer I had before, actually has some flavour." Loni easily talked, smiling brightly as she answered the first question. The second… well that was a pretty obvious answer too.

"I ain't seen anythin' like it before! It's amazin', like somethin' I'd see in a movie - the building is real beautiful and then there's so much energy, like somethin' going on everywhere, I wished I could slow it all down to properly take it in. Closest I've come to somethin' that bustlin' was when there was this big street fight near my home, loadsa people gathered round to watch. But this is much cooler. It's gotta… atmosphere, y'know."

Momo could only laugh to herself, rubbing her hands together as she leaned back in her chair.
”The atmosphere was built over a lot of years, y'hear?-” she started, throwing her hand with a thumb up back toward the painting behind her.
”-Those two geezers put a lot of money into this town to keep those piggies oinkin’ out there. The Gilded Age ended years ago everywhere but here: That's our vibe.”

The arm with the hand that pointed to the picture came back down, sliding into the desk where Loni couldn't see. There was a moment where the woman shuffled around, finally bringing up some papers, a pen, and a bottle of booze. She cracked the cap on the latter, taking a big swig before sliding it to a place where Loni could get it.
”Help yourself. Everyone's twenty-one here. Now, I don't know if you caught my name: So, to introduce myself, I am Moriah Motto, and I'm the third generation proprietress of this establishment. Most folks either call me Momo, or my stage name - Well, usually just Angel. I don't really advertise the other half - Uranium Angel… It's more formal on the other side, but that's what they're trained for.”

Moriah - Momo - was all smiles as she held out her hand to formally shake Loni's.

"Nice to properly meetcha, Miss Momo," Loni said brightly, shuffling forward and reaching out to shake the hand offered to her. She didn't quite understand everything that was being said. Gilded Age, proprietress, Uranium… well she knew the last one, it was some kinda radioactive thing, but she didn't really get why it was used here. But how much did that all matter? She spent a moment going between asking and looking stupid, or just going along with it all. Eventually she went for not asking yet, instead reaching for the bottle to take a quick drink. She grimaced a little. Strong… but really not bad.

”Bet you got my name and all, but I'm Alondra Garcia Rodriguez- everyone calls me Loni. Like, everyone, I ain't heard my full name since Mamà passed. M'glad it's not so formal over here, felt a bit stuffy over there- like I was in school or somethin'." Loni went on a bit before stopping herself, fiddling with her bracelet as she tried to clamp down on all the energy she had no outlet for. This was an interview, after all, she shouldn't just be talking on and on… especially to the boss, even if she was a very friendly boss.
"Sorry, I been told I talk a lot- but I'd very much like to work here."

Momo just laughed and laughed, like Loni's coiled energy and unwillingness to let it out was the funniest thing she'd seen.
”Well, Loni, I think you're adorable. Tristain, one of my supervisors- the one with half a pound of metal in his face? -said the same thing.”
She took a deep breath, clearing her throat and readjusting. She looked like she was trying to get serious.
”I have a reservation. Well, two, but… Listen: Magic. I'm not sure how exposed you've been down across the river, but here? Well… I know a bit about it I'd like to think.”

Momo smiled softly at Loni, tilting her head slightly.
”I hope someone was there to teach you that it's mostly a secret. But not a secret that you can hide from someone like me. You can accept that, right?”

At the mention of magic, Loni's posture got even stiffer and her fingers gripped onto the bracelet rather than playing with it. She wasn't completely surprised cause the guy at the door had already brought it up, and she'd felt him blasting her, but not Momo. Did he say, or could she tell some other way? It wasn't like Loni knew much outside the small sphere that was the Black Lux taught to her by her mother, and the Green Lux she worked on with Vin. She knew it had to be kept secret - though she'd always found that a little strange when her mom's work was with magic…
"Y-yeah, of course! Mamá was always sayin' we couldn't tell anyone ‘bout it, but she also said there were others like us out there… do you got magic too? Is that rude to ask? I ain't met many outsidea family."

Momo's smile softened. It was something she really was serious about.
”I do. And so does roughly forty percent of my staff. The other sixty, again roughly, are… Aware. What I mean to say, Honey, is that this is… Sin Sisters’ is what you may call a Coven. A group of witches and warlocks- We call ‘em Adepts -who are all associated closely with one another. Like a family, you see.” she said, her body rising from the chair to approach a nearby shelf.

Momo plucked a picture, bringing it back to the desk and letting Loni see it up close in hand. There was a dozen or so people, and it wasn't clear which one Momo was, as there seemed to be four different versions of her. Her finger pointed.
”Those two on either side are my Nonnas, and the woman we're all surrounding was my Mother. And that's me. The other girls-”
Her finger pointed at the other women who looked fairly similar, but different enough to distinguish.
”-Are from our home Coven. On the other side of Roanoke is where we're from… Then Italy before that. We're part of a really old group, you see?”

Loni's dark eyes followed along as Momo pointed, nodding. She knew about Adepts- cause her mom had sat her and Vin down and properly explained it all- and about the existence of Covens. Not so much about it being like a family.
"Yeah… it ain't a… evil coven, is it?" It was a pretty blunt question, asked without much thought for the consequences.
"Ain't most Covens bad?"

Momo raised her eyebrows, not having expected the question.
”We started as healers. Now we're mostly into things for longevity's sake… But if there's something bad or wrong, we fight it-”
She snapped her finger, stood half excitedly, and then replaced the picture with another. It was her, or a woman who looked just like Momo, in a military-style dress uniform. She was stood in front of a flag whose crest looked like deer antlers surrounding a cauldron. That symbol Loni may recognize from hospitals, the stick with two snakes spiraling up it, was crossed through the antlers.

”I gave a big part of my life to going and fighting other Covens and the monsters they carelessly unleash. I'm almost thirty now… And if you're curious, I'm ten years old in this picture.”
The picture was clearly of a grown woman…

"Ten?!" Loni blurted out, head jerking forward to give the picture a wide eyed stare like it'd somehow make more sense. How'd she looked when she was ten? There weren't many photos, but she was pretty sure she was short and scrawny and crying half the time. Nothing like that…
"Cause of… magic? That's how?" Loni looked up from the picture to Momo now, almost identical. There was a hint of fear in her eyes she couldn't quite hide. Even if everything she'd said about the coven was true - they were healers first, and they got rid of the bad… that she fought the creatures Loni's mother had warned her about…

"You're… alive, ain't you? You ain't not aging cause you're… not alive…" Soon as she very awkwardly asked Loni clamped her lips shut, biting down on them. It was the only thing she could think of - her mom had talked about the Black Lux users who used it on themselves to stay young, becoming functionally undead themselves. She'd warned against it, but even without the warning it had horrified Loni. But if that was the case and she'd just gone and asked… nevermind a job, what about her life?!

Momo couldn't help but smile. She placed the photo down and held her hands out openly to Loni across the desk. There was a serene look in her eye, comforting even.
”Give me your hand. I'll show you.”

Loni nodded, a little nervously. What was the worst that could happen? Well a lot, a lot of magic was touch based but… it couldn't be any worse than not, right? So she held out her smaller hands to take Momo's.

There was a moment where nothing happened. Momo's eyes were closed, and she looked like she was holding her breath. Suddenly, a burst of energy rippled across her Emotional Field. The absolute joy… The feeling of being swallowed by a billion happy thoughts rushed across her all at once. The utter volume of it was so great that Loni would be able to feel her relatively untrained grip over Green Lux melt into this massive cloud of Emerald.
Opening her eyes, Momo glowed a deep green. It was somehow intrinsic to understand, as all the influence over Black Lux that Loni had was pushed to the side, that Momo wasn't just alive… She practically radiated life itself.

”Do you feel it, Little One? A thousand years of life…” she smiled widely.

"I do…" Loni almost whispered, awe clear in her voice. It felt so completely different from her own magic - the constant balance between two opposite forces. She knew Vin didn't feel they were all that different, and just combined them, but for her… she couldn't. And she was scared of half of it, but that was also the half she understood best. This was overwhelming but in the best way. So much joy, so full of life… the complete opposite of the magic Loni feared.
”It's beautiful… is it always like this when you just got the one? The Green."

Giggling, Momo shook her head.
”Yes and no. The purity is always the same, but you wouldn't ever be able to maintain the volume. Suffice to say, I'm simply built differently.”
She gave Loni's hand one last rub before pulling away. The Lux faded, and she wasn't glowing anymore. She was just Momo.

”Now, if you work here, it doesn't mean you're part of the Twin-Hill Coven. Nor are you part of our Mother-Branch, nor our Grand Trunk. You'd be a dancer at Sin Sisters’ who happens to be magical. There's no expectation for you to share yourself like our family. The only expectation I would have, and the only thing I could ask you to do as a courtesy, is to keep that other part of you locked up in my presence… I can feel your Joy, and the life it brings… But I also feel your Apathy… It's intrinsic to you, and Anathema to me. Just being close enough to feel it hurts my soul. Using it, the Black Lux, is absolutely forbidden on any property I own.”

Her face was expectant, like she assumed Loni would totally understand what she was talking about… She did, seeing Loni's face when she'd asked about being dead…

The light in Loni's eyes got a bit dimmer when Momo let go, her hands going back to being clutched together in her lap. It was difficult not to feel a little bit sad when all that joy was pulled away, and the other side crept back in. There was no magic use - her control on that perfect where she was untrained in other areas - but the emotion, that horrible emotion, was still there.

"I swear, I'd never," Loni looked up from the floor again, back to that slightly frantic energy she'd had the whole time as everything came back into balance. But she also shuffled along the sofa a bit, away from the desk, as if it would distance the Black Lux further.
"I don't use it. Not unless I gotta protect myself from a ghost, and there ain't gonna be any here. I got it locked up always. It ain't the nice kinda magic, I know that. I seen what it can do… I ain't used it since Mamà died and I ain't plannin' to."

Momo’s wide eyes stared down at Loni for a long moment before she finally smiled. It wasn’t full of joy; it was serene and calm, matronly and caring. Empathetic.
”My Mama’s dead too… You’re in confident company, Sweetheart.”
For a moment, she fiddled with the papers she’d pulled out earlier, finally sliding them across.
”How’s your reading? Do you want someone to come and read this contract? It’s legal jargon, shit about pay and the like. Even if you don’t cut it on the pole, I want you to work here. It’s important that people in our situation stick together.”

Loni smiled back at Momo. There was a lot of hope in that smile and her eyes - even if she was here barely into adulthood, with next to nothing behind her. But if she worked here she wouldn't have nothing anymore, so it was really alright.
"I can read pretty good, I just ain't sure I'll get all the words," Loni said honestly as she took the papers and started to read them. It wasn't like these were the types of words they taught in school… not that she paid attention in school. She could only really read well because of all the books on insects she'd scraped together money for as a kid.

It really wasn't the same, but she slowly got through it. She didn't really understand it all, but there was nothing obvious there that'd see her stuck here for life or somehow in debt to them- though that probably wouldn't be all that obvious anyway.
"I got most of it. Probably. The important parts- nothin' bout selling my organs, so I'm happy to sign. I ain't fussy ‘bout what I end up doin' either… though I ain't seen a pole I can't climb." It was a bit of a strange way to put it, and it wasn't really meant as a euphemism or anything. It was just that Loni had never actually danced using a pole… she'd done the dancing, and she'd climbed plenty of things that were basically poles in strange competitions with her twin. How much different could it be combined?

Current Day

Sin Sisters, 8:15am


A flurry of legs and the whispering flesh - enticing, tantalising to those in observation. Loni sensually spun around the pole before she flipped upside down, mesh top smoothly coming off to reveal the black lacy bra underneath. Her lips pulled up into a seductive smile as she winked at the few men close enough to reach over with tips.

It was impossible to tell that this was the same young woman that had run in the staff entrance just ten minutes ago, incredibly panicked because she’d overslept and was almost late. Technically she was late, but as long as she made it in time for her actual dance slot it was fine. Probably. So long as no one went running to Momo and made a big deal about it.

But really she was doing the club a favour. Most of them didn’t really want to do the morning, so it often got left to the newer or less talented dancers… which she wasn’t. Sure, she’d requested both a short morning and longer late evening shift today for selfish reasons (even if Vin had ruined her plans), but it was still good for the club! She was popular enough that she’d convinced a few regulars to attend during private dances, so really she was bringing in some extra numbers to this…

The Monday morning special - a unique, once a week only early opening and show put on for the North Side business men (and a few women) before they started the gruelling week. Aptly named “I Love Mondays”, it was surprisingly popular for how early it was. There really were people who wanted to see attractive women strip before starting their working week...

Of course it wasn't as busy as the normal evening opening, or the weekends.

The rest of her dance was done on autopilot. She wasn’t doing anything extreme, just one of the easier dances she had - but one more than sexy enough to win her both the rapt attention of most of the people in there, and a good amount of tips, by the time she walked off stage and into the back.

“Ma ma!”

Of course, her darling daughter was waiting for her - sleepily reaching out towards her from the lap of a fellow dancer, Ava, who Loni had handed Luciana off to in her quick rush onto the stage.

"Awww, my baby girl, were you good?" Loni cooed as she hurried over, awkwardly pulling back on her underwear at the same time. She bent down to lift Luciana into her arms, cradling the toddler in her arms. She shifted her to rest against her shoulder and smiled at Ava. "Thank you so much for watchin’ her!"

Ava just shrug, one hand coming up to wave it off. “That you done? Just the one dance? No private ones?”

"Yeah, well, it ain’t exactly buzzin’ in there - I’ll be back for the proper evenin’, y’know. Ain’t missin’ the real good shit. But I got shit to do." Loni said easily. Though that shit she had to do was ruined a little bit by the presence of her daughter. Not that she didn’t love her, but buying her christmas presents with her there just didn’t seem right. But maybe it was the right way to do things? Loni didn’t know, their mom had never been able to afford much for christmas… or birthdays. Loni was trying to do better. Lu had seemed to like the things she got for her birthday a couple of weeks ago… even if she also seemed to prefer the boxes they came in.

"C’mon, baby, let’s go get Mamá changed," Loni said, bouncing Luciana up and down in her arms. The little girl started giggling, babbling away with sounds that Loni couldn’t understand. As she made her way towards the changing rooms Loni paused, turning back to Ava. "Momo round? I got somethin’ to ask her."

“Nah, she ain’t. Not yet.”

"S’pose it’s early… I’ll talk to her later. If y’see her can you say for me? So I getta bit of her time."

Ava just flashed Loni an okay symbol with her fingers, before pulling out her phone.

"We got some excitin’ things to do today, Mijita," Loni said cheerfully as she walked further into the staff area, heading for one of the changing rooms. Thankfully there was no need for a shower because of her magic, so it should be easy for her to get changed and walk to where she wanted to start the morning in time for opening… "We’re gonna get cake. Y’know, somethin’ very yummy. You’ll love it."

Luciana threw up her hands, hitting Loni in the face as she babbled excitedly. Again, Loni couldn’t understand any of it - but she could feel her daughter’s excitement. She understood her even if she wasn’t able to really talk yet.

"That’s right, baby, it’s gonna be fun. Now, just sit nice while I get changed…"


Interactions: Freya @NoriWasHere
The Cozy Bakery, Downtown North District, 9:00

Loni was glad they’d gotten here early, with the queue already forming before opening time. She’d managed to get third in line - right behind some extra excited guy and some other upper class woman. She didn’t feel comfortable, knowing she didn’t fit in here, but she tried not to let that get to her. Loni was used to being treated as less than cause she was from the South… she just didn’t like her daughter seeing it.

At least she didn’t look incredibly out of place. Her black wool jumper with pink ribbon braided down the sleeves was tucked into a heavy, dark checked skirt that fell just about her ankles. A nice wool jacket Vin had bought her for their birthday kept her warm, and she pulled it around Luciana in the baby carrier against her chest. Thankfully she was a little smaller than average… not much strain to carry around.

So, she looked pretty nice. At the very least she didn’t look like she’d come right here from working in a stripclub.

At least the wait in the cold was short lived before someone - the owner, maybe - opened the door. Loni gave Freya a bright smile as she practically bounced in, trying not to gawk too much at the display. It smelled amazing. She’d seen a bunch of recommendations online while she was using a short break to scroll through social media at work - the only time she actually had internet. It’d seemed perfect to try out… and she’d planned to get Luciana a little late birthday cupcake or something, since she couldn’t get one for her actual birthday.

Though this place didn’t seem to do any cupcakes. It was all incredibly fancy.

“Down!” Luciana wriggled in the carrier, pointing at the ground. Loni laughed lightly as her daughter said one of the few words she knew in such an indignant tone. She lifted her out with a light grunt, setting her down on the ground. Luciana immediately ran over to the display case, pressing her stubby hands and adorable face against it. Large, dark eyes stared at a macaron.

"You want that?" Loni asked quietly, crouching down beside Luciana and ruffling her curly, dark hair. Luciana nodded. Loni honestly had no idea what it was but… it looked nice, and it didn’t look like something a two year old could actually eat. But she’d let her try. She straightened back up smiling at the worker behind the counter.

"Hi, can I get that, and that, please," Loni pointed to the bright pink macaron, and then a much softer looking eclair. She spoke slowly, carefully enunciating each word to try and cover up her much rougher, South Side accent. "And a lah-tay, thank you."

She smiled brightly, reaching out to gently grab her daughter’s shoulder before she started running around the shop.


Interactions: An unfortunate door
South Side, Circle Neighbourhood, The Hollow Bar > David Smith’s Home


After a quick shot, and a bread roll grabbed from the kitchen, Vin was right back out onto the streets. After all, they’d have their ass handed to them if they just sat around while an Apparition was on the loose. They sure hoped it was just a possession rather than an abscision… It would be a real shame to lose such a good teacher. Sure, Vin had cut all his classes when they were in school, but they’d heard from the kids who were actually good at school that he was decent at the job.

He’d always been chill and cheerful. Vin would do what they had to do, though.

Vin munched on the bread roll as they strolled through the streets they were familiar with, Malik and Caleb just a bit behind them. They didn’t feel particularly talkative at that point. Instead they were mentally preparing for what was to come, anticipation and excitement building with each step. While they shouldn’t want him to be possessed, part of them hoped it would be the case. They wanted to fight. The thrill of it… it had been a couple of days since they’d been able to fully unleash it. Maybe they’d get to use their abstraction.

They hoped so.

Thankfully Gideon wasn’t around to lecture them over getting excited at fighting a beloved community member.

It didn’t take them long to reach David’s home. It was a nice area… for the South Side. Which wasn’t very nice at all, but certainly better than where Vin grew up and lived - most of the windows didn’t have wooden planks instead of glass, which was pretty nice to see. David’s door was even lacking in any visible damage… for now.

”Oy, David Smith, open up! This is one of Gideon’s men- I’m here to check up on you! To make sure you’re alright?” Vin stepped up to the door, hand raising to rap on the door loudly. Then he reached out and slammed down the doorbell, hearing the high pitched ring through the house. There was no immediate response.

They stilled, eyes turning white for a moment as they reached out their magical senses. Immediately there was a bright outline inside the house. An Apparition. They couldn’t tell if it was inside David, or separate - but it didn’t fucking matter at that point.

”Shit, there’s a fuckin’ apparition problem alright- hold my bread,” Vin chucked their half eaten bread roll to Malik. Then, they pulled off their think jacket, tank top and trousers so they were only in a sports bra and boxers - also throwing them to Malik. ”And my clothes.”

With a sickening crunch, Vin’s bones began to grow. Their legs changed shape as fur grew across their skin, claws pushing through their fingertips and a long, striped tail out the base of their spine. As they grow their underwear grew with them- thank fuck for orange lux- and after a minute they completed the transformation into their tiger form.

Then, without any other warning, they slammed their foot into the door and kicked down David Smith’s door with a loud crash - one that anyone in the neighbourhood would easily hear.
The shower was just enough to get the stench of death and vomit off of his body. His clothing had done a fantastic job of keeping him relatively clean, leaving him morbidly satisfied with the addition of the polymer under-layer from the previous iteration. In the end, it was mostly sweat… He wished guilt and shame could wash off, but that wasn't something he could ask for.
In truth, he figured that penance meant sitting with this new weight on his chest.

He didn't expect such instant relief from hearing Trisha's voice again, however. He kept his Channeler close, White Lux enhancing his senses so that even as he showered from below, he could clearly hear her. Not to spy, just… Comfort. He did his best to drown out the concepts. Drown out the voice of the man on the other end that he could also hear.
He didn't blame the guy for being nervous: He was too. Especially now, knowing that something like what he'd just done could be asked of him at any time. The needless slaughter.

Casey hoped then that she'd had a good night. She had to have… Anything else was just a time bomb. Still, he tried to hold off heading up until she was done, but the enchanted loofah was just too good at its job. So, out and dry, a set of clothes from his locker, and he was up the stairs. He opened the front door quietly, stepping in and starting to move down the hall.

“Gotta go, boyfriend's home, I'll send you that honey—"
Trisha


Casey heard Ezra's questioning voice on the other end before the line went dead. He didn't stop at the doorway to their den, rather turning and heading up the stairs to make way for the laundry hamper. Dirty, sweaty undergarments went in, and for a moment he sat frozen as he tried to get the look of abject sadness off his face. For her. Even though he felt a great deal of relief at her voice and the sight of his beloved Trisha, it was still gruelling. Painful to think about.

He only hoped she wouldn't ask.

It didn’t take long for Trisha to appear at the top of the stairs. The sweater of his that she was wearing practically swamped her, sleeves having unbundled so that her hands weren’t visible at all. It was obvious to her that whatever Casey had been doing either hadn’t gone well, or the job in the first place was shit. Temple business. She didn’t want to know - and she didn’t want to make him explain it. Especially not after all the things she’d already found out tonight… she didn’t want to think about it.

Hey,” she said softly, hesitating at first even though her feet shuffled towards him. She wanted to hug him, but she didn’t want to risk him pushing her away. Would he? She didn’t know where his head was at. But the bees didn’t share any of her reservations, a couple of them flying from in her hair and onto his shoulder. One was the one that had ‘defended’ her against her phone, wiggling its little body and letting off pheromones that were as close to bragging as a bee could get.

Not that Casey would understand them.
“I take it you’re all done? I just got off the phone with my brother- the oldest one, Ezra.” She stood right in front of him now, pushing away her worries to loosely wrap her arms around his shoulders. The bees scurried out of the way and onto his neck.
“It wasn’t as bad as I expected- aside from him calling me stupid a couple of times. Tansy told him about us… but as soon as he found out there might be some profit involved cause of the honey he seemed to accept everything. Not that he can make me do anything, but it was one of the few proper conversations I think I’ve had with him. Kind of funny now that I’m stepping away from my family.” Trisha offered up a brief summary of the phone call openly - none of what they’d talked about, aside from maybe Ezra’s insistence Casey was honey potting her, were things she didn’t want to tell him. And she kind of hoped by talking about it they could just… not talk about the meeting she’d attended just before.

She'd be able to see Casey's hand clutching his glove. The Channeler he so desperately wanted to put away forever. Whether the association between that and his magical senses would be made, he didn't know. The bee on his shoulder was something bright, and he turned his head to watch it crawl about slightly.

”He… Uh… Shit…”
He was about to try and comfort her about the situation, but there'd be no chance of her not knowing then. For a moment he was frozen stiff, his head slowly but surely turning down to look at the glove. It called back to him. His fist tightened before he flung it off the overhang of the loft, down into the area by the front door.

”God fucking dammit… Shut it off, fucking shut it off…”
Casey brought his empty hands up to his face, clasping and pulling the skin in frustration. Within a moment, he'd slid closer to the top of the stairs and stretched his arm out to scoop Trisha by the hips. He dragged her closer, onto the bed where they could intertwine and become one.

”Is he nervous? About… Us?”
Us could've been them as a couple, but it wasn't. Us was the Temple. The cult thing. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her lips: To give her the chance to explain it herself, even though he expected her to avoid it.

Trisha rolled her eyes, though it wasn’t at Casey - it was at the question, and what her brother was actually worried about. She took a moment to answer as she cuddled in closer, suppressing the slight trembling in her limbs from his initial reaction. It hadn’t been at her, it was something else…
“Nervous for his reputation. He doesn’t actually care. He caught wind of the…” she trailed off, frowning. She didn’t really want to go into the details, about how Ezra had gone on and on about how he just wanted her for her name and money. Because there was that deep down anxiety that Casey didn’t actually love her - and she’d been wrong so many times before. But not this time. Definitely not this time.

“He knew about the cult stuff.” Thankfully for Casey, and not so much Trisha, there was still enough alcohol in her system for her to be a little more honest… or at least, a little less able to filter what was in her brain from coming out her mouth.
“He’s convinced I’m going to join and he’ll end up dealing with paparazzi questioning him about it during those stupid press conferences he holds. So yeah, I guess he’s nervous, but only cause he thinks I’m blind to it all and going to do something that’ll negatively affect him.”

”It isn't your fault our society is like that… Not everyone has magical foresight, or tolerance for things outside the norm. I empathize with his position.”
Maybe she wouldn't want to hear that. But Casey knew exactly what kind of risks came from doing business with the Temple.. So, how was he supposed to tell her that he didn’t think what he was asking for was a good idea without saying it?
”Little scandals can cost a lot of money… People go to Andrade’s restaurants at first because they just hear the press talking. Cult Chef this and Goat-Sacrificing Gourmand that. But then they taste the food, and they come back. The rich get a thrill from it. But, for him? What, he runs like… A conglomerate practically. Chairman of the board of whatever? People in his circles are always looking to bring one another down.”

He hugged her closer, partly because he could feel her tensing up but partly because he didn’t want her running from the moment. He needed her, and the distraction of a conversation that wasn’t about how work went. Trisha would be able to hear the disinterest in his voice turn to engagement.
”But, you also can’t tell him that we can cover him, can you? I’m sure he wouldn’t want that even if he did know. Or, maybe he would; I don’t really know him. Maybe magic would be everything he’s ever wished for.” he shrugged his shoulders, dislodging a bee from Trisha’s hair accidentally.

“He’d probably start looking for ways to profit from it,” Trisha snorted. The dislodged bee let out an annoyed buzz, but the consistent, low level comforting pheromones Trisha was giving out stopped it from taking any action beyond crawling back into her hair, nestling in deeper.
“I already know what scandals can do for his business- the ‘family’ business, whatever. Tansy’s caused plenty. It’s always been fine in the end.” Trisha herself had probably caused a few too, but thankfully smaller and more mundane than ‘being part of a cult.’

“I can’t tell him- and I won’t. He wouldn’t believe it… Especially not from me. But you can cover me, right? As long as nothing gets out about me then it’s fine. Ezra’s worries are solved, he doesn’t hear anything, it’s all fine.” It was a cut off, really, from the conversation going much further. She didn’t want to get into it - into the worries she now had, or how she really thought she needed some kind of contract for her business…

”Of course… Whatever you feel comfortable asking us to do, I’ll make sure it’s done. Press, Lawyers, Notaries… I want you to be confident that this isn’t just some crazy… Ploy. I know it probably sounds crazy even for me to say that, but-”
He cut himself off, letting his voice trail off as his head turned to look at her. He was doing his best to not sound like he expected her to react.

Trisha narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, lips pressed together. Why would he think she thought it was a ploy? Was he questioning her feelings- his feelings? No, no, it was just reassurance. She forced herself to push back down the irritation that was so ready to jump out. She just wanted to relax, and cuddle him, and feel fine for a while. It was fine.
“Just the Press. I have my own lawyer- as long as whoever is on the Temple side of the honey business is willing to sign contracts to do with it.” She tried to sound confident and like she knew what the fuck she was doing, and it wasn’t all just stuff Ezra had told her. She’d been too relaxed about it all…

“And I know it isn’t ‘some crazy ploy.’ If it was, you would’ve chosen a better Vanburen.” She continued, meeting his eyes with an almost… joking light in her own. A self deprecating joke, perhaps.

Casey couldn’t help but giggle, shaking his head.
”You’re the best Vanburen to me.”
His hands slowly slipped up to her face, both hands cradling her cheeks. He placed a tender kiss on her lips, letting his forehead rest against hers. When he finally pulled away, he looked at her with dreamy eyes and a slight smile.
”Coming home to you will always be worth the price of living in this nightmare world. You’re a blessing in my life.” he did his best not to break down.

For a moment, he saw Mary’s face. Her fury and rage. The face that nearly killed him… Because he hesitated. He gave himself up, because he hoped they’d run.
This nightmare world.
Clearing his throat, he turned his head into his own arm so he wouldn’t accidentally cough on her, then sniffled.
”B-but… Yeah. Contracts. I guess none of that ever got settled. I’ll call Elise tomorrow and we’ll schedule something. Negotiate or whatever. I doubt it’ll be too much of an issue.”

Thoughtlessly, the next question left his lips.
”Speaking of honey and bees and issues… Did you talk to Tamara and Dadonda?” he asked so innocently, as if he was a child who hadn’t set her up.

Trisha let out a light huff as the topic moved on from things she didn’t particularly want to talk about, to another she didn’t particularly want to talk about. But it was the one question she was alright to answer. The one good thing that came out of going to that meeting - aside from maybe the strange revelation that Layla wasn’t so awful.

“Yeah, I did. Gin was pretty insistent I talk to them to see if Dadonda could get the Queen to come out. It was almost like someone planned it all out.” She paused, tilting her head up and narrowing her eyes at him again. It was more teasing this time - because it was fine, he’d been doing something nice for her. It wasn’t his fault all that shit had happened in the run up to it. After forcing him to wait a little bit, just staring at him, she eventually relented.
“It worked. She came out for a bit as an extra big, ghost bee. She’s promised to help me more too… but no, she won’t come out now. I asked earlier. She’s gone back to sleep. She said that she’d help me with my magic too, so… that was nice. That went well.”

He was suddenly grinning from ear to ear.
”I fucking knew it! Who else but Dadonda!? Yessssss!” he subtly pumped his fist before pulling Trisha extra close. His body rocked back and forth slightly.
”God damn, I’m so fucking proud of you…”
And then he turned his head slightly to look at her chest, poking her in the sternum gently.
”And you! In there! Thanks for fuckin’ showing up, Lady! You made Trisha happy!”

Beaming, he started trying to pull away.
”This calls for fruit! Fruit party for the bees, come on! We’ll get to chopping, then bring it into the hive for them!”

“Babe, it’s the middle of the night. Most of them are asleep. We can do it tomorrow.” Trisha tried to say gently, because he was happy for her, but there was a hint of harshness in her tone that suggested she wouldn’t really take any arguments against it. At the same time, she enacted the Trisha special - arms and legs wrapping around him to prevent him from pulling away like he was trying to.
“And I’m tired too. I’ve had to deal with a lot today.”

Casey didn’t really hear Trisha when she said she had to deal with a lot. He felt a slight lurch in his brain that hung him up on a thousand questions… But he settled for one, because ultimately he couldn’t fathom what’d been so hard that she didn’t want to celebrate such a great thing.
”Like… What?”
The tone was all wrong, like he couldn’t keep the sensation of skepticism out of his voice.
”Did you kill someone today?”

“Do I need to kill someone to be tired?” Trisha went tense immediately, limbs around Casey loosening as they started to withdraw towards herself. She didn’t really get the implication there… had he forgotten what had happened that morning? Even without all the shit that happened at the meeting, it was still enough.
“I fought with Lila, remember? Then I had to deal with Leon being a dick- twice- and Alizée being a dick- also twice. So yeah, I’m tired, but you can go give the bees fruit yourself if you want.” Her tone and body language screamed bitterness and irritation now.

Casey felt her getting colder almost instantly. He tensed in return, not only in body, but in speech.
”Yeah, right Trisha. Like me, wanting to do something nice, is asking a lot of effort out of you. Christ, I figured you’d be game; you don’t even have to cut the fucking fruit.”
Swearing probably wasn’t the greatest method of de escalation. Pushing himself up, he sat with one leg pulled close and the other dangling off the bed.
”I know for a fact that the keylime you ate should’ve given you plenty of extra energy for the day… So why don’t you just come out and say that it was fucking horrible and that you never want to go again. Spare me the excitement that you maybe actually met people who you want to see again… And what about Leon, huh? What’d he say to you now that I need to make a fucking problem over? I know he’s still awake, I’ll fucking go and make it a problem right now if that’s what you want!”

Trisha sat up too, knees pulled in tight to her chest and arms wrapped around her legs. Her hidden hands clenched into the fabric covering them. She scowled at him, all that pent up agitation that had barely been taken out on Leon and Alizée coming right back up.
“It’s not the people at the meeting. They were fine!-” Bar Alizée and the weird Sycamore Fanfiction circle-
“-Yeah, it was fucking horrible, but not because of them. Do you really want to know what Leon said? Which one, the first or second time? Let’s start with the second time. Because yeah, I want to make that a problem- but not with him.”

As she spoke her voice got colder - though her tone didn’t get any louder. She wasn’t shouting like she had been with Leon. Her entire body was tight, and she was angry, but it was cold vitriol that came out of her lips.
“You’re eating the fucking food, Casey. He told me to keep you away from it when he knew you were eating it- and then used that to one up me and piss me off. Because I do what I want and- and you know what it does. Why are you eating it? Why do I get shit for not preventing it when I can’t.”

Casey’s whole torso reeled back slightly, surprise setting in on his face. His brow furrowed, and he tried to think about what that implied. That… Leon had told her to keep him away from…
”A fucking crescent roll is not going to kill me! Look, I get it, right? Fucking, yeah- Surveillance Cult! Sure! Everyone’s got eyes on everyone! But fuck that, how dare he try to make decisions for me, and how the fuck could you just play along with it!? Like, after dealing with the whole… Y’know, when you first met my folks? How you felt about people seeming to “know” you without ever asking anything in the first place?”

The irony wasn’t lost on him. It was a great big cycle of spy and be spied on, and it was almost endearing to see Trisha so easily slip into it when her interests were on the line.
”But you don’t even ask me? You don’t even think to question what my brother has to say, because you’re so willing to be skeptical about how we do things? Fuck that! Y’know-”
He stopped himself from saying something truly regrettable…
”-I just didn’t picture you being so hypocritical. The only thing I can think of is that you love me, and you’re worried, and you don’t want to see something happen to me. But I’m a big fucking boy, and I grew up eating this fucking food. It’s not a death sentence like they want you to think, Trisha. You can come clean of it, it’s just a matter of not being a fucking pussy like Leon is!”

“Then why did you go back to it?” Trisha hissed, breathing quickening as he managed to poke so many sore spots at once. She wasn’t a hypocrite, she didn’t quite love him yet- didn’t she?- it wasn’t the same.
“Yeah I’m worried, you think he told me and I jumped to do it cause it was Leon- or because I wanted to control you? I haven’t even stopped you from doing anything! I don’t care if it’s not a death sentence- I don’t want to eat it, I don’t want to see you trying to come clean of that shit. I don’t want to start finding black patches inside your mouth! If it’s hypocritical to care, then fine, I’m a hypocrite. Because me subtly making sure we eat takeaway and going to a normal fucking grocery store is the same level as finding out someone’s whole life story without ever talking to them. I’m just a controlling hypocrite who’s doing all of this for myself when I should just trust that everything’s fine.”

She let out a short, bitter laugh and tilted her head back.
“Sorry for being so skeptical about the fucking spying, oppressing cult.”

Oppressing… He trembled. A whole shot ran up and down his body, and every single face of death he’d seen that night crashed into him all at once.
”Oh… Oppressing. So that must’ve come up. How they feel wronged and put down, because we’d just as quickly eat their fucking caspers as we would put them to work doing useful shit? Don’t worry, none of them care when an Adept makes a problem for the upper crust just to have their entire families wiped out. They’d never tell you that we just kill, and kill, and kill up here; and how we do our absolute and ever-loving best to make sure that we don’t have packs of frothing Abcised monsters running around St. Portwell without culling them like rabid dogs!”

Casey stood now, taking a deep breath.
”Or that I’d be happy to let them all do it if it meant they’d shut the fuck up about it. Honestly, I mean congrats to you; you’re either-”
No. No. No.
”-I… I fucking love you. Goodnight, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He turned, made way for the stairs. He’d already said too much.

As Casey stood, Trisha had pushed herself back further onto the bed. Then, as he turned away, that harsh, acrid scent of her fear pheromones filled the air. They weren’t strong enough to get through his emotional field, but he’d felt them hitting up against it just as he smelt them.
“No, no- you’re not just allowed to leave,” Trisha grit out through the panic and anger clutching her at once. See you tomorrow always meant the same thing - a text the next morning ending everything. But it might be worse this time. Would he come back to end things with magical memory erasers and apparition suppression needles because he no longer-

She shot forward to the edge of the bed, hand reaching out to try and grab his wrist. The bees were buzzing agitatedly, clinging to her as her flight pheromones bombarded them. Just ask him to stay, apologise-
“Why didn’t you tell me about the fucking needles?! You think I care about anything else? I can’t lose them- was it so I wouldn’t know before it was too late?!”

Casey turned slowly, a look on his face that Trisha had only seen when he got particularly upset at Leon… When he learned that Leon was talking about her behind her back… The second day they even knew one another.
”Oh… So I could die a thousand deaths as long as you’ve got your bees? Nice… You could’ve said anything else, you could’ve asked me any other way… But that’s the qualifier you decide to make a big note of? You think I care about any- Yeah! Actually, I thought you cared about me, since you want to make a big fucking deal about the fact that I prefer eating bread because the sight and smell of cooked meat makes me fucking sick. And the only way I know I can get enough calories and micros in a day to keep myself in fighting condition without feeling like I want to rip my guts out is Andrade’s fucking bread!”

He didn’t leave… He just stood there, her hand still holding his wrist, and a more and more disgusted look formed. Waiting.

“I- I- I didn’t mean it like that!” Trisha choked out, the bitter smell in the air growing stronger. He hated her, he hated her, he hated-
“I didn’t know! Nobody tells me anything then they get pissed off when I find out and get upset!”

”Because you don’t ask questions, Trisha! You just fucking wait and then get upset at what you don’t know! So, fuck it! I didn’t tell you about the fucking spikes because I know for a fact that if anyone ever so much as got close to you with one of those, I would rip their fucking arms off and feed them to them!
His other hand gripped the one that was still clinging to him, prying it away before cupping it in both of his massive hands.
”I have zero patience for this right now. For you just assuming that you know how things are going to go… I can feel your anxiety and your nerves, and I understand that you’re under duress. But if you can’t accept the truth that I’m dedicated to you? Then I don’t know how I’m supposed to convince you. You said you didn’t want Temple information, so I don’t provide it. I don’t tell you, because you don’t want to know. You don’t ask questions, so I don’t answer them. I tell you to stay on a set path, you deviate and you get into a fight with some fucking stray pigeon!”

He got real close, crouching next to the bed and leaning in.
”I. Love. You. Nobody is going to hurt you on my watch. But I cannot deal with this right now, because maybe you had a tough night? But I’ve killed to come back home and be excited with you. And you throw it in my fucking face like doing something together isn’t worth the effort. So, congratulations: You started a fight, now you’ve earned the consequence.”

He let her hand go, standing back up.
”Now, am I allowed to go to a different part of the house we share? Or do I have to stand here like you tell me to? Because I’m a fucking moron, and I will just stand here.”

As Casey had gotten close to her, Trisha flinched back slightly- automatically- and her eyes squeezed shut. She heard everything he was saying without really hearing it. He loved her, he wanted to protect her, but he was still leaving- of course he was leaving. All because she’d wanted to just cuddle in bed rather than drag herself back out. Unlike Casey, Trisha didn’t quite have the luxury of an emotional field that protected against her pheromones - in an enclosed space like this she just hit herself with them over and over again.

But he’d let go, he was leaving- no, not leaving, going somewhere else in the house. Or just standing there. But she couldn’t make him do that, no matter how pissed off she was, or how scared she was that he’d leave and come back only to kick her out. But if she made him stay he’d only get more upset at her. It’d just make things worse- weren’t things already at a point of no return? She didn’t know how to explain to him that her believing him and accepting it were two different things. It’d been proved time and time again how unloveable she was. People said one thing, and did another.

“I- I’m not going to control you,” she managed to whisper, opening her eyes again and forcing herself to look at him. She raised a hand to push away the tears that had started to form in her eyes, rubbing at them as if to stop it. She didn’t like crying when it was real.
“You can do what you want.”

Seeing her like this made him want to stay. To sit and resolve it and work things out. But at the same time, he wasn’t sure how he was going to come back from some of the things he said. He wasn’t sure if it was just a matter of time before-
”I wanted to go and chop up fruit and have a nice night with you. But it feels like that was asking a lot, so I’ll make this short and sweet: Do you want to be up here where there’s nothing but you and your thoughts? Or are you going back downstairs to the den where at least you can entertain yourself?”

Trisha sat and stared at him for a moment, as if the question wasn’t directed at her. Her hands were still at her eyes, fighting a losing battle of trying to block a biological function. She’d wanted a nice night too, here. She didn’t understand why that had been such a problem. Why did people always think she just never wanted to put the effort in?
“Downstairs. I have some research to do on my laptop.” An unnecessary explanation to show she wasn’t just going to be having fun or anything. She slowly uncurled her legs to stand up, gaze dropping to the floor.

Casey stepped to the side. He desperately tried to force himself statuesque, but he could feel her pain. Every ache radiating from her half-shattered morale made him feel like he was stuffing the nails into the coffin with his bare hands. So, he simply couldn’t.
His arm reached out, scooped her by the bicep of one arm into his embrace, and held her tightly. Not aggressively tightly, but enough that she couldn’t just sprint away from him.
”I. Love. You. One day you’ll trust me, and you won’t have to ask fucking questions… But it’s important to cool off. Please, think about what you want to really say when we talk again. I’ll think about how I can apologize too… Because we’re not over.”

Trisha trembled lightly in his arms. She couldn’t stop herself from crying now - her hands were at her side, so the tears flowed freely. And she hated it. She was so scared, so attached. She’d done it again, she’d fallen in so deeply that she’d drown before she could crawl out. We’re not over, we’re not over, we’re not over, we’re not over. She repeated it herself, like a mantra to stop herself from lashing out again or just completely breaking.
“Okay.” All that she was able to get out was one quiet word of agreement.

He softened his hold until his hands were just barely touching hers.
”Go on… I’ll get the pillows and blankets.”
It helped him to care… To make sure that it didn’t end with angry shouting. That’s how he’d always seen it end… Angry shouting, then a calm week after. Never resolution. He wondered if his Father had been this way, or if their relationship’s dynamic was different… He’d have died to ask.


Interactions: Elara @NoriWasHere, Varnan @Blizz
Bill's Tattoo Shop, Raven's Rest



It wasn't that long of a walk to Bill's. Bryn drove them from the church to her own place - a tiny house in surprisingly good condition for the wood it was made of. Having a magical woodsman really helped... But from there it was just easier to go on foot. Nothing in town wasn't walkable, and finding a place to park her ancient (truck) was a nightmare. She even made time to quickly change out of her work overalls, replacing them with brown cargo pants and a thicker jacket... Plush a side bag full of ash.

"I gotta bad feelin' about this," she said to Elara as they approached Bill's shop. This wasn't just Bill - it was all the shit that was happening. She was worried it meant a second cataclysm... Or something much worse. They'd been taught that there were many ancient spirits in the mountains, but anything dangerous should be sleeping. But what if they were waking up? There was no information about what and no elders to teach them now. "Whatever it was might still be about. We gotta be careful."

Without waiting for a response, because she trusted Elara - it was an implicit trust that came from years of friendship and working together. They had each other's backs... Though hopefully they wouldn't need to.

"Hey, Bill! Y'there? It's Bryn and Elara, just checkin' on you after last ni-" Bryn shoved in the door, cutting herself off when she noticed someone else already inside the small shop. Her head tilted up, eyes narrowing into a squint. She vaguely recognised him from the Cataclysm - but she couldn't put a name to the face. Someone there during the fight, so Paranormal. There'd been too many people to remember any but the ones that stood out, or that the Grove retained ties with afterwards.

"Here for Bill too? If it's for a tat he's full," Bryn threw a thumb towards Elara. Her posture wasn't aggressive towards Varnan, but it certainly wasn't friendly. It was a lack of trust towards an outsider - city folk coming in and sticking their nose where it didn't belong, making a mess of things. She'd seen it many times before. Sure, they were going to talk to some of the people they knew in the city... But there were agreements there. Someone coming into their town? She didn't like that.

"And if you're here for somethin' else, we got it handled. Bill's one of ours."



On the way to the Kingdom, there were no spider ghosts.

Thank God for that.

They marched closer and closer to the Kingdom, and Lisa was surprised they didn’t get attacked by a monster yet. She looked around, it was just plains, rocky, rocky, plains. Same as before, but in the distance there were mountains that the chains holding the Kingdom down (?) were attached to. She could vaguely see something else in the distance, but Lisa just shrugged as she walked.

”So what else-” Lisa tried to say, before a distant buzzing cut her off. She turned her head to see a group of massive freakish insect things approaching.

”… Get ready,” Yoko said, unsheathing the Yokai Killer.

"Ew," Ella whispered, pulling out the Ice Scepter and pulling it in front of her.

Saskia rolled their eyes, slicing their hand open. Blood coated their body, crawling up to form their blood tendril. "Now would be the perfect time for some fire, Ella."

"Oh yeah!" Ella quickly formed a massive fireball in her free hand and launched it at the insect-creatures. It burned a few but didn’t make a difference in the onslaught. The Yokai Killer extended as Yoko held it behind her until they got close, and swiped it, cutting through several of them as they rotted away into nothing.

”We’re going to need more fire than that!” Yoko shouted as the Yokai Killer went back to its default length. ”Disciple! Come here! Turner, Otten! Cover me!”

There was a slight dread in Lisa, but she gave Yoko the benefit of the doubt. However, Lisa opened her mouth, aiming it at the center of the creature swarm and projectile vomitted spiders into it. They exploded, sending acid and chitin fragments in all directions.

"Cover you for what," Saskia muttered. They battered away a few of the creatures with their tendril, a fist coming up into ones face and a bone spear immediately shoving through its brain. At the same time, their wings started to push out their back.

"What do you need me to do?!" Ella shouted as she ran over to Yoko.

The Yokai Killer shrunk into the hilt, and she threw it into her hip pouch and pulled out paper scraps and a marker. ”Just hold still!” Yoko shouted as she scribbled kanji and chanted… before jamming it into Ella’s chest to boost her abstraction.

"WHY THE TITS?!" Ella shouted as her abstraction was boosted. But she didn’t pause much more before turning around. "Watch out!"

She pushed out both hands to let out a massive burst of flames towards the creatures. It spread out in front of her, continuous and much further reaching than normal. Which burned through a majority of them, while Lisa kept vomiting spiders onto them.

”Next time I’ll smack you on the ass with it!” Yoko shouted as she unsheathed the Yokai Killer, with a flick it went to full length. ”You don’t have much time! Fight!”

"What do you think I’m doing?!" Ella shouted back. The burst of flames ceased for a moment - there were less now, so she swapped to quickly shot targeted fire balls. Strong enough to engulf each creature hit in fire as she threw them at as many left as she could. Lisa begun to connect several of them together by spider webs to make the whole process easier while Yoko was extending the Yokai Killer to slice them to pieces.

As the fight raged on, the ground suddenly trembled. Lisa looked up, confused, just in time to spot a massive burning projectile soaring right. It crashed into the swarm of insects, scattering them in every direction. Chunks of dirt and insect remains flew, covering the group in a rain of debris.

“What the hell was that?!” Yoko shouted, before pausing to scan the horizon.

Before anyone could respond, another massive burning boulder hurtled toward them. It crashed down only a few meters away, sending a shockwave that nearly knocked everyone off balance. Yoko pointed towards the edge of the plains.

”Autoknights!” Yoko shouted.

"Shit- they'll kill us before they capture us!" Ella shouted, barely keeping her balance. "What do we do?"

”Pretend to fight, at least," Saskia hissed, raising a hand to shoot off a blood bullet without much care for where it went. They looked towards Yoko. "This is going great already."

Ella nodded, grabbing the Ice Scepter again. She pointed it towards the sky, planning to freeze and stop the next boulder thrown at them. It froze, but did not stop - it was sliced in half by Yoko, both bolders, carried by their momentum, landed at both sides of the group.

”At this distance, fighting them is not viable!” Yoko shouted, ”We have to go!”

”Where?!” Lisa shouted.

”Somewhere!” Yoko shouted back.

"Maybe if we lie flat they won’t see us," Saskia intoned.

"LET’S JUST GO!" Ella grabbed both Lisa and Saskia, holding them under her arms as she started to run… vaguely towards the kingdom but in a strange zig zag motion. Yoko was right behind them, however, she sheathed the Yokai Killer and pulled out the Dragon’s Wisdom.

”I have an idea!” Yoko shouted as a storm formed. ”I’m going to create a rainstorm for cover!”

"Oh, great idea- maybe I can make it a thunderstorm!" Ella shouted.

"Don’t fucking do that!" Saskia shouted back.

"... Well, is there anywhere we can hide?" Ella looked around. "Maybe I can punch a hole in the ground?!"

”Use your dumbass-” Lisa tried to say before another burning projectile landed some distance away and shook the ground - which was already saturated with rain water. Lisa looked up and saw several more bolders covered in pitch coming at them.

One was sliced in half by Yoko, and the other two landed away from them. However, the rain was making it hard to see the encampment in the distance.

"Well they can clearly still see us," Saskia hissed.

"I’ll do it! I’ll make us a hole to hide in!" Ella shouted, dropping Lisa and Saskia and starting to punch the ground with enhanced fists. Creating a small crater, which Lisa hopped into followed by Yoko, and both of them made a splash when they fell in.

The rain didn’t let up, slowly filling the crater as a few more bolders hit - shattering the earth- before abruptly stopping. Lisa looked around as the water soaked her clothes, and sighed.

”… It’s hard to tell through the rain,” Yoko said, ruining the moment of peace. ”But I believe they are coming.”

"So we just sit tight till they come, put up a bit of resistance, and get captured?" Saskia shivered beside Lisa in the hole. Ella was doing her best to scoop water out of it with her hands.

"I’ll beat their metallic asses!" she shouted, stopping scooping water out of the hole to coat her legs in light in preparation.

”It would be more convincing if we took out a few,” Yoko nodded. ”So we’re going to wait until they get close, then attack them.”

"I'll prepare my spit then," Saskia intoned, pushing wet hair off their face.

Ella poked her head up out of the hole, letting out a gasp and shooting off a strong blast of ice into the distance. "They're close!"

”Maybe- forget it!” Yoko shouted as she hopped out of the hole, and disappeared in a burst of speed, distorting the rain in the process. There was the sound of metal crashing against the earth and rain as spider legs sprouted from Lisa’s back. She climbed out, and her glasses were drenched which made it more challenging to see in the rain.

Lisa saw the silhouettes of what had to be the Autoknights. She sighed, the ground rumbled, and spiders erupted out of the ground in a sickening and macabre geyser. Mid-air, she applied Gunk-Burst and they exploded, sending gunk in all directions and hoped it wouldn’t be washed away by the rain.

Lisa couldn’t tell, but several of the Autoknights stopped moving.

Saskia came out of the hole spitting. With the difficult conditions, she had to aim for the rough silhouette's and what looked like their heads.

Ella ran out last, sprinting past Saskia and Lisa to join Yoko in the fight. Glowing legs slammed into their metal bodies, while colour coated fists went for their… sort of faces.

As the storm continued to rage overhead, Yoko moved like a shadow, her blade flashing out to sever the joints and weak points of the Autoknights surrounding them. Several of them dropped to the ground, before Yoko gathered the water and launched it like a wave. It knocked over several, they fell in a cascade, before Yoko looked over her shoulder.

”Let’s go!” Yoko shouted, as the remaining Autoknights formed together.

"Don't have to tell me twice," Saskia muttered, turning on their heel and starting to run away.

Ella forcefully stopped her momentum, spinning around to follow Saskia… only to slip and fall ass first on the mud. She quickly scrambled up. Yoko led the formation while Lisa ran in the rear with her spider legs slowly retracting into her back. Lisa looked over her shoulder as she heard the Autoknights pursue after them. Each movement would have been heavy enough to shake the ground if it hadn’t been for the mud.

”Turner! We need a distraction!” Yoko shouted, her voice barely louder than the rain and thunder.

Lisa turned around, her glasses smeared from the raindrops, ”On it!” Lisa shouted, but the rain drowned her voice. Not that she was worried at all. She put her hands out as far as they could go before slowly raising them into the air as the ground shook. The spiders burst out of the ground, sending mud that landed on Lisa in all directions, angled directly at the Autoknights. When they reached their target, Lisa activated Gunk Burst, and they exploded, sending gunk that hardened around their joints and restricted their movements during the process.

Meanwhile, Yoko turned her attention to a distant group of Autoknights, their hulking forms barely visible through the downpour. She could see their catapults firing in the distance, their operators unrelenting even as the storm should have made targeting difficult.

”Good grief! We have to cut off their sight line!” Yoko hissed, grasping the Dragon’s Wisdom with both hands as she took a deep breath. The storm clouds were drawn closer until fog blanketed through the entire battlefield. She released before shouting, ”We have more cover now!”

"But we can't see either!" Ella wailed, squinting against the fog. She waved the ice Scepter behind her, blasting the soaked ground to create a dangerous ice path between them and the pursuing Autoknights.

”Just try not to trip!” Yoko shouted as she ran with the Dragon’s Wisdom low and ready.

Another loud crash sounded as a boulder from the catapult hit the muddy ground nearby, splattering Lisa (and others) with cold, wet earth as she ran.

Lisa’s heart pounded as she struggled to make sense of the chaos through the thick fog. She could barely see Yoko, let alone the Autoknights, but she knew they were out there. Her instincts screamed at her to turn and run, but something told her Yoko had a plan, even if it wasn’t clear.

Yoko was ahead, holding the Dragon’s Wisdom tightly in both hands. Eventually, they broke through the Fog. However, the sounds of those mechanical monsters marching were overpowering. Yoko turned on her heel and held the Dragon’s Wisdom parallel to her chest, and let out a slow but deep, breath.

”They’re still pushing through the fog,” Yoko said, ”When they push through the fog, hit them hard and fast. We’re going to create distance for our actual escape.”

"I thought we were trying to get captured," Saskia muttered under their breath.

Lisa swallowed, nodding, even though Yoko probably couldn’t see her. Lisa summoned her spiders through the mud and scattered them around to wait for any Autoknights to stumble into range. Lisa held her breath as she heard their heavy footsteps grow louder.

”... Just a little closer,” Lisa muttered to herself.

Their silhouettes became visible through the fog, and on cue, the first Autoknight stepped through the mist, wielding a large, metal spear…

Ella immediately jumped forward, rainbow light coating her leg as she swung it up to try knock the metal spear aside. Saskia let of two quick spits, aiming for the joints were it’s arms met its body. All of these hit, and the spear hit the ground with a clatter. Yoko charged forward and spun on her feet, using the momentum to slash at Autoknight’s leg joints. It sliced through it and severed it, causing it to hit the ground with a loud boom. Then Yoko raised the Dragon’s Wisdom overhead and drove it into the Autoknight’s head before slamming her foot onto the Autoknight’s head and using it as a brace to pull it out.

The rain kept pouring, and Lisa was soaked, but that was the least of her worries; she could see more of them coming as the three of them were handling that Autoknight. She narrowed her eyes as she saw them steadily march fo-

Then she heard the thunderclap of one of their muskets; she could feel the musket round whirl past her, and her eyes shot wide open. Lisa looked to the left and right as she shot both of her hands forward, and the spiders she had scattered around charged forward into the fog. Just as a few more rounds of musket fire whirled past them, she knew this was just a ploy…

As the Autoknights fired, they formed together in the fog; from what she saw, they had formed three rows… The front row had been kneeling and firing, while the rows behind reloaded their weapons and took their place.

”... We should go,” Lisa said.

"Shit- get back," Saskia hissed, blood coating their body, hardening to protect them. But it wasn’t as effective as normal thanks to the rain…

"They’re going to kill us- oh fuck!" Ella shouted as the next round of musket fire went off, a round slamming right into her arm. She seemed to ignore it as she grabbed Saskia around the waist to drag her back, towards Lisa, making to run.

Even though Lisa had suggested running, there was that feeling that there was nowhere to run to. They were in a flat plain, after all! And even though the Autoknights were slow, they had guns-

Lisa glanced over her shoulder.

A lightbulb went off in her head.

Lisa wrestled out of Ella’s grip and then turned on her heel. ”Yoko! Can you distract them for just a moment?” Lisa said.

”I can but what are you cooking, Turner?” Yoko asked.

Lisa looked over her shoulder at Saskia and Ella, and said,

”... Deathcrater.

Ella had hand pressed over the wound in her arm now, looking over at Lisa with a grim frown. Then she nodded.

"Let’s do it." Saskia pushed around Ella so they were next to Lisa, crouching down on the ground in preparation. Lisa joined her as the ground underneath the Autoknight’s feet began to shake. The web started to weave and stretch outwards; Saskia pumped it with corrosive blood. They just need more time… Lisa looked up at Yoko, who was marching towards them with her sword out. At the same time, the Autoknights were changing ranks, Yoko put herself front and center. They finished, and Yoko took a defensive position with the Dragon’s Wisdom parallel to her chest.

The musket fire barraged her, bouncing off her form, as Yoko remained steady. Lisa noticed many of them hitting her, but Yoko did not so much as flinch. However, Lisa focused on spreading this damn web far and wide as she physically could. Once it was complete, Lisa turned to Ella and nodded.

”Ella, now!”

"Yoko, get back!" Ella shouted - but she didn’t actually wait. She raised her hands, incredibly gay looking pastel pink lightning blasting the centre of the web.

Yoko grit her teeth, but did not so much as move while still barraged by the musket fire. ... I can take it! Yoko shouted.

The Deathcrater activated and exploded upwards in a monstrous boom. The acidic blood decimated the Autoknight formation as their remains fell into the crater that came afterward. Bits of acid sprayed outwards and hit Yoko, but she did not move as it sizzled on her clothing to the point where it exposed skin.

Lisa quickly ran over to Yoko and put her hands on her; the Healing-Spiders came from her pores and crawled onto Yoko to heal her wounds. ”... That was pretty ballsy there,” Lisa laughed. ”Surprised you survived.”

”You’ll need more than that to kill me, Turner,” Yoko nodded her head. ”Now-”

Distant humming caught their attention, Lisa knew what it was from before… She could barely see them through the storm, but it couldn’t be anything other than the Autoknight airships.

”Fuck,” Lisa said.

”... Those idiots,” Yoko laughed.

”What?”

”My storm will make it difficult for them to fly,” Yoko said, ”However, they might just be dropping off reinforcements.”

”Let’s go then,” Lisa said as she stuck her hands out and created a spider that was wrapped around in a glowing cocoon. When it grew to full size, it burst out with wings. Lisa climbed on and gave the back a few pats. Yoko leaped through the air and hopped on after her. Saskia climbed up behind them.

"Yeah, let’s get out of here!" Ella hopped on last, still bleeding but not seeming bothered about it at all.

After everyone was on board, the spider took flight.


Interactions: Aislin @Estylwen, Sloane @Atrophy, Artifact Group
Elysium Island


Luca grimaced as they got on the island, already feeling the telltale aches across his body that this wasn’t going to be so easy for him. As Ruby said there wasn’t time for speeches, and some people went into them anyway, he pulled a couple of bottle of pills out of his backpack. He pulled down the black surgical mask he was wearing to knock a variety of painkillers back with the simple plastic water bottle he’d brought along too. He didn’t look much different from normal - dressed all in black, every bit of skin was covered by some clothing. Only his eyes were visible as he pushed the mask back up over his face.

”Aislin’s right, let’s go.” Unlike Aislin, Luca didn’t bother with trying to drag someone along. Instead he just started walking as quickly as was possible for him in the direction Ruby had pointed. They didn’t exactly have time to waste. Not only was there a ticking clock against all of them, but he knew there was one against him too. Even the hour between, which he’d mostly spent resting, hadn’t helped much with the crap state his body was currently in.

But he couldn’t sit this out because it would make things that much harder for them.

”I can probably get us through the vault doors, easily,” Luca said as he walked, trying not to sound out of breath already. ”Like Sloane said earlier, no doors are safe between us. Unless it's made of incredibly thick plastic I can rot through it. Even if it's enchanted it won’t be a problem - the Rot’s strong enough to get through that. If it's metal like I hope- like most vault doors are- I'll get through quickly and easily.”

He was serious, not quite the normal smiley Luca - he wanted to get this done, and for everyone to be kept safe. He was worried. ”As for the dog… I can erode marble too, but I think I should concentrate on the door. It will hurt me as much as I hurt it.”




Interactions: Artifact Team Leader (Presumably Sloane @Atrophy)
Cliff Overlooking Elysium Island



Once everyone teleported onto the island, it was only Anya and Lynn left on the cliffside where they’d met. While it wasn’t Anya’s preferred location for coordination, it kept things simple. They could see Elysium Island, and were definitely close enough for the radios to work.

Even not going on the island Anya had chosen to dress in a way that would make it more difficult to recognise her. A black hoodie with an embroidered rose design across one half, baggy black pants with chains hanging all across them, and somehow she’d managed to get all of her long, thick hair under a dark beanie hat. Combined with the much more intense makeup it didn’t look like her at all. Certainly not the refined image she always put on - but perhaps closer to how she’d been ten years ago. In her mind it was better to be safe than sorry. After all, she had vested interest in not being recognised by any members of the Elite.

”I know you don’t like me,” Anya said bluntly, as she unfolded two camping chairs she’d brought from her apartment. She sat in one and gestured towards the other for Lynn. At the same time she held out a radio to her. ”But let’s work together for the sake of the coven. Since there’s five radios on the island, let’s take two teams each, and whoever isn’t occupied answers Amara? Each is set to a different channel, but they should know which to use if they can’t go through us.”

“You’re right,” Lynn said in response to the plan, “we’re going to be the only thing standing between them and death more than likely. I can take the agro and support team. It’s easier to see the future I can actually see,” Lynn sighed as she sat down. “I am beyond worried about everyone down there,” Lynn confided as she sighed.

”As am I,” Anya responded after a moment. Of course, her worries were slightly different - worry of them failing, the resulting war it would cause, but there were the same worries as Lynn in there… for the few people Anya actually cared about. Sloane, Olivia, Jack (though she wasn’t as worried about him, that idiot was unkillable). ”Let’s hope the Elite are as incompetent as the rumours say. I’m just as concerned about infighting- especially the Artifact group. Britney, Sloane and Adora… Hopefully the cooler heads like Luca can keep things on track.”

“It’s the same as a decade ago. Hope for the teams to work together, but plan for infighting and chaos,” Lynn joked as she sighed. Lynn pulled out a chocolate bar and began to eat it. “I’m concerned about Lila. Her future is the most unclear,” Lynn confided. Sure, she hated everything that Anya stood for but she was also present when Lynn was at her most vulnerable.

”With the Maiden taking over?” Anya raised an eyebrow, once again rather blunt. It was the less carefully crafted Anya - the Anya that didn’t bother so much about coming across as a good person. Lynn already disliked her, and Anya didn’t care about changing that opinion. The people that did matter (namely Sloane) weren’t around right now. ”I’d be concerned. Her dreams are… chaotic to say the least. There’s a very real risk there won’t be a Lila at all with the way things seem to be going.”

Lynn shot a side eye Anya’s way. “Yeah, the future says she’s on the edge of a cliff. One misstep,” Lynn paused as she looked towards the city, “and we’ll have another city destroying threat on our hands. We’re lucky that she has a good head on her shoulders, anyone else,” Lynn’s eyes narrowed as they stared her point home to Anya, “and we’d be fighting the murder as we speak.”

Anya held up her hands, smiling at Lynn. It wasn't the normal fake one, or the rare genuine one, something more snide. ”I won't deny it. It's the same for many adjoined in our ranks - Lila, Luca, Leon… all a risk only kept contained by the willpower they all have.” Her gaze moved away from Lynn and towards the island. ”But threats we should all be preparing for in case their willpower fails.”

Lynn did not see Anya falling off the cliff ‘accidentally’ in the future but she’s been wrong before. This operation would prove to be the most difficult one yet. “Lila just needs our support. She’s got a good lock on the Maiden, as long as the fight is not too chaotic down there I know she’ll be fine. Luca as well. I don’t like using our adjoined like this though.”

”They’ve got support - Sloane, for one, has decided to take fixing everything upon herself.” Anya let out a genuine sigh, eyes moving back to Lynn, then down to the radio in her hand. She swapped the channels deftly to the artifact group's. ”They’re adults. I can't say I'm close to any, but would any of our adjoined sit out if asked? They're all… too good people for that. But I do agree, much as it may surprise you. They deal with much worse magical circumstances than Adepts like me.”

“Those of us who are cursed to bear the burden of these monsters always do,” Lynn said loudly, “at least they can do something about it,” she said softly.

Anya heard everything Lynn said, but didn't acknowledge it. She wasn't one to lie and try comfort her over it. Before she could say anything else, anyway, there was an explosion on the island. She shifted in her chair to look over there. ”Looks like it's starting.”

She pulled up her radio, holding down the button. ”Artifact team, what's your status? How far did you get? Over.”

Lynn saw the explosion and took a deep breath. Her eyes flashed green as she began to search for the answers to questions that were going to be asked very soon.
I present some Grove NPCS




The trip away from the Autoknights was relatively peaceful… for Pit’s standards. Over time, the rumbling of the Autoknight airships utterly disappeared. Yet, the Kingdom loomed over head. Yoko sighed in relief.

”… So how is everyone feeling?” Yoko asked, ”Do we need time to rest before we can devise a plan?”

"I need a bit of time to recover from blood loss," Saskia said, still looking pale. They didn't feel too bad but practicing the Death Crater a couple of times had taken it out of them… they'd need to rest a bit before doing anything. "But that's physical rest. We can devise a plan while doing it."

"I'm all good!" Ella said cheerfully.

Lisa gave Yoko the thumbs up, and the latter just nodded.

”So, um…” Yoko looked around, and as far as the eye could see were plans. There is zero cover whatsoever, and everything was painfully flat except for the mountains in the distance. ”I was hoping to find some cover, but I guess we’ll have to just deal with it.” She shrugged.

The spider stopped, and Lisa stretched out her body on its back. ”... You suggested we get captured, right?”

”Yes, but it has its risks and I’m not sure if you all would be comfortable with taking them,” Yoko replied.

"Take us through the risks, then," Saskia intoned, watching Yoko carefully. They were almost unnervingly staring at them. "Aside from the obvious of ‘could be killed or never escape.’"

Yoko just shrugged.

”The only thing that comes to mind is…” Yoko began. ”... We get tortured.”

”They are into that!”

"I am," Saskia agreed, with a completely straight face. "The last people who kidnapped me didn't deliver when it came to torturing… it was disappointing. But I don't want anyone else to get tortured."

"I can handle it," Ella declared. "Is it worse than anything we've already been through? Like when I cast for ages without a Channeler, or we all got melted by Lisa's acid, or when we were so horrible drunk we were throwing up everywhere?"

Yoko stared at Ella, ”What in the world did you three get into before we met down here?”

"Well we killed loads of evil creatures and we met this stripper Lupe who showed us how to drink!" Ella explained without really explaining.

"Between fighting the Society, experiencing adult activities we hadn’t before, and getting kidnapped by a shady group… a lot," Saskia shrugged. "There was never a peaceful moment."

”Sounds like you still have a lot more to experience!” Yoko said with a smile, before it went flat. She turned towards Ella, ”Disciple, I will teach you the Compact spell, then you will compact all of our channelers and stash them on our beings. Then we will be captured by the Autoknights, and break free. From there, we’ll try to find out where they have the Wayfinders… I know it’s loose, but I’m afraid we don’t have a lot of wiggle room there.” She shrugged.

Lisa raised her hand.

”... I have a question!”

”Yes?”

”Stash them where? Lisa asked.

”On our beings,” Yoko facepalmed. ”Like I said.”

”But what if they strip search us?” Lisa asked.

”Then I…”

”I have the perfect solution!” Lisa said. ”We have two built-in pockets, after all!”

”... I knew you were going there, Turner,” Yoko facepalmed, before her hand moved from her face. ”You know what? I want to see you try that, Turner.”

...?...?...?... Wait, Yoko-

"That could be fun, but it'll make it difficult to jump on the first Autoknight cock we see," Saskia intoned, thinking about it. While it would be a way to get through a strip search… ”I bet I could easily open up my flesh and hide them inside my skin."

"Gross, no, let's just do what Yoko suggested!" Ella shouted.

”Actually…” Yoko tilted her head as she looked at Saskia. ”... Otten might be onto something. As Wilson would say ‘Let her cook.’

”I mean, what’s the difference between that and using our bootyholes!?” Lisa shouted.

”Because we would still have our rectal virginity… and our dignity,” Yoko then shrugged. ”Most importantly our dignity - if we have any left.

"It won’t be difficult, just need to force my skin to open and- wait." Saskia paused, staring at Yoko. "You lost your other virginity?"

”No, Otten,” Yoko said with a sigh, ”I’m asexual. The only reason why I would ever have sex is to reproduce or to make my partner happy.”

"Ah," Saskia said, before nodding. It was difficult to tell if they’d understood or not - they did. "Then we definitely need to do the flesh hiding. How small will the spell make our Channelers?"

Yoko stuck her hand out, then commanded, ”Give me your channelers.”

With a shrug, Lisa hooked her hand underneath the necklace band that acted as her channeler—then placed it into Yoko’s hand.

"I’ll need it back to do any flesh spells," Saskia said, handing her channeler over.

"Be careful, you can’t get these anymore!" Ella practically shouted as she put hers in Yoko’s hand. Saskia rolled their eyes.

All three channelers shrunk—Lisa’s orb-shaped amber necklace lost its rope and shrunk to the size of a marble ball, Saskia’s Death Note Bracelet compacted until it was simply a metal tube, and Ella’s Sailor Moon wand became a simple pink-colored handle.

”... This answer your question, Otten?” Yoko said, handing them back. Lisa quickly snatched her back. ”You should still be able to use them.”

Before Yoko turned towards Ella.

”Also I’m sure they are plentiful in other dimensions, Disciple.”

"But they wouldn’t be the same!" Ella said as she took hers back, holding it like it was the most precious treasure.

"That’s… impressive," Saskia intoned reluctantly, taking back their now tiny tube channeler. A bone spear shoved out of their arm to test it out. It really did work. "It’d be very easy to lose this."

As the bone spear pulled back in, they held out their arm. "If I put my channeler underneath my skin I’ll still be able to use it. Maybe I can try do it for everyone… I’ve never manipulated anyone else’s flesh. Lisa can probably do her own, Ella- no, you won’t be able to."

”I mean… I can just…” Lisa tried to say.

Please no, Turner, Yoko sighed, before turning to Saskia. ”We are short on time, so I place my faith - and all my faith - in you and your work, Otten…”

"Last time someone placed their faith in me I died," Saskia joked - though it came off very flat, like all of their jokes. Then they nodded. It shouldn’t be too difficult. Not a spell they’d used, but it was just a variation of the way they opened up their flesh for the bone spears without the bone.

Holding their channeler, the skin on their lower arm started to pull apart to reveal the muscle below. Saskia nonchalantly put her channeler into the gaping wound into her arm, before starting the reverse process. It was a bit more difficult- they weren’t used to pushing the skin back together. But after a couple of tries, it eventually closed back up with just a slight mark. Then they turned to Ella. "You’re first."

"No thank you! I can just- AH, NO!" Ella screamed as Saskia grabbed her arm, even though nothing happened. Saskia narrowed their eyes at her.

”Disciple!” Yoko shouted, ”Steel yourself! Are you trying to attract monsters?!”

"You need to consent. Emotionally. With your magic."

Ella frowned, looking at Yoko, then back at Saskia. Finally they nodded, and let Saskia ‘in.’ Saskia’s brow furrowed as they used their green lux to sense more than just their own body. But Ella’s wasn’t any different, and carefully opening a wound in her arm wasn’t much harder than in their own. It had to be bigger to fit the pink handle in it, but not so big that it was a problem. The whole process was done in about five minutes. Ella didn’t even cry, though she looked like she wanted to.

"See, that wasn’t so hard. Who’s next?"

Yoko stepped up, ”… I should have been more clear when I implied I wanted to go first, Otten,” Yoko sighed.

"Ah. You should've said, explicitly," Saskia intoned - they really hadn't gotten that from anything Yoko said. But it didn't matter now.

Saskia took Yoko's arm, concentrating again. It was easiest if they saw the other body as an extension of their own… slowly, painfully, the flesh on Yoko's arm opened up with a large enough gap for their Channeler. "There."

Yoko didn’t so much as flinch when Saskia peeled her flesh back. She huffed out sharply, before she dug her free hand into her bra, and pulled out the antique comb. It shrunk, until it was a quarter of its size. She slid it in with a sickening squish.

With a bit more effort, Saskia forced the flesh to push back together until it covered the comb completely and was practically as good as new. They were impressed by how well Yoko took it… perhaps a mark in her favour. "Done."

Lisa then silently presented her arm.. Saskia took it, going through the same process they had with Ella and Yoko - tearing open the skin of Lisa's arm until there was a gap big enough for her Channeler. Unlike Yoko, Lisa squirmed and whined as Saskia tore her skin apart… once it was open, Lisa simply dropped the marble ball sized channeler into her flesh.

”… Plop.”

Saskia let out a quiet, snorting laugh before carefully stitching Lisa's skin back together. "Done."

"What do we do about artifacts?" Ella asked, holding up the Ice Scepter. She winced slightly as she moved the arm with her Channeler in it. "Are we leaving them? Letting them take it?!"

Yoko facepalmed.

Lisa facepalmed.

”… Yes, Ella, we went through all the effort tothem in our arms so they can take them,” Lisa said.

”We should have some dummy channelers,” Yoko suggested. ”… In the event that they are aware we are Adepts.”

"I didn't mean the Channeler I meant our other artifacts," Ella said again, waving the Ice Scepter in Lisa and Yoko's face.

”Prison wallet!” Lisa shouted.

"NO WAY!" Ella shouted back, throwing her hand up. "Can't we shrink it too and… I'd rather have it… under my skin…"

"It's pretty big," Saskia pointed out.

”We may have to part ways with it to be more convincing,” Yoko sighed.

”What if we put it in her buttcheek?” Lisa shrugged.

Saskia took a step back, looking down at Ella’s ass. There was a lot of space there… but… "No. I don’t think we’ll be able to take it if something goes wrong. I’ll lose the will to live."

”You’re a Green-Lux user!” Yoko grabbed her head, ”You. Can Just. Fix it!

"If we let them take it then we might be able to get it back!" Ella said, clutching onto the scepter.

”I wouldn’t count on us getting it back,” Yoko said with a shrug. ”Now, is there anything else we need to go over? Do we need to train some more? Any other invasive questions on your collective minds?”

"Aren’t you sad you might lose all your swords?" Ella asked.

Yoko stared at Ella, ”… Long as I get my brother back, any price is worth it.” Then Yoko shrugged. ”I can make another Yokai Killer, and I am certain my ancestors will forgive me if I lose the Dragon’s Wisdom.”

Ella looked at Yoko for a moment, before nodding. Then, suddenly, she jumped forward and grabbed Yoko in a bone crushing hug. "You’ll get him back don’t worry!"

"Not if you kill her first," Saskia commented.

”… My SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE! Yoko screamed as her fucking spine loudly broke.

"Shit, sorry- Let me heal that!" Ella let go, Yoko hit the ground with each of her limbs pointing in a different direction, a beam of healing light shooting out of where her channeler was hiding to heal Yoko.

Saskia rolled their eyes. "Killing Yoko aside… I don’t think there’s anything else to go over. We might as well just get it over with."

”Then…”

Yoko said, withdrawing the Yokai Killer and valiantly raising it into the air.

”… To the Kingdom!”
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