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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

I'd definitely be ok with revamping Adepts

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Agatha Loom

Miraculously, Agatha actually managed to defuse the situation. Apparently her big attention-getter was enough fun for Babylon to lift the curse and dissipate, allowing Keisha to calm down. Though Sin seemed a bit more offended by Agatha telling her to keep her gryphon calm, walking straight up to her.

"Uh... You tell me that I have to put a leash around Keisha again, I'm going to have a Chimera set you on fire, okay?" She asked, smiling sweetly at Agatha, "Keisha didn't do anything wrong, it was that... Uh... Thing, over there."

"Good to see you too, Sin", Agatha responded, brushing off the threat. Though she made a mental note that Sin had no patience for anyone who had the audacity to tell her to control a beast that threw casino machines like empty cans. She reshuffled her papers, watching as everyone actually started to give her the floor, moving in to take a seat around the makeshift roundtable. Madison and Kayla seemed a bit restless, just hoping to get through whatever motions the meetings usually had. Others were a bit more enthused, though. Lyss actually greeted her and asked what she had in mind. Herik came in, always a reassuring friendly presence. Soon enough, the actual meeting was ready to go underway. With a quick whistle, Agatha returned everyone's attention that drifted away as they all set up.

Agatha took a deep breath, then began.

"Okay! Welcome, everyone who could make it. Seems we don't have much patience for... pleasantries today", Agatha began, eying over at Madison and Kayla, who were obviously less enthused than she was to have a meeting on a Saturday, "So... Let's just get through things quick, then we can all head down to the beach if you want, okay? So! Anyone... Personally see anything unusual this week?"

Agatha gave a brief moment of silence, her gaze tracing along all members of the Coven, letting them speak any trivial pieces they may have had.

"Okay, okay. Good", She nodded, regardless of if even a cricket had anything to add to the conversation. "Now that we're done with that, let's get to the next order of business: The News."

With that in mind, she opened the folder she brought, sliding it out into the center of the table, letting each of the articles she printed slide out softly onto the table.

"Before the meeting today, I decided to do some trawling around the web for any big cases. After getting past the daily adventures of Florida Man, I noticed a chain of... Oddly chilling events."

Each of the printed articles had different circumstances, but the same outcomes described: Violent mutilations leaving hardly anything behind. None of them were able to be identified. Definitely a cut above the ordinary murder or assault around the mythical land of Florida.

"Absolutely mutilated bloodsoaked skeletons. In pretty quick succession, too, most one down in Port Richey. Just three happened this week alone. I'm not saying we suit up and try to go find some serial killer, but I do think it'd be worthy of warranting some attention, maybe some attempts to dig deeper. I won't guess this is the first time most of you are actually hearing about these murders going around the state... Thoughts?" Agatha briefed, ready to face the full brunt of accusations of insanity and possibly getting stripped of her leadership.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Agatha Loom

Agatha had made the accomplishment of being Leader for a whole two weeks of the Coven. She thought it was probably due to her own existent sense of direction, but deep down she knew it was mostly thanks to her not being very combative. Every time one of the other leaders breathed the wrong way, they'd force a revote for their greivous sins. Agatha guessed she just didn't have that level of conflict-generation, due to her own nature.

Still, she knew it was in bad faith for her to have been late to one of the group's own meetings on a Saturday Afternoon. She just tried to write that off as her own effort towards leading The Coven. She sent out a group text to organize the meeting. Most of the members seemed on board, Madison even offering to pick up some pizza. So far so good. But a couple hours before she was supposed to head down into town, Agatha wanted to make sure they had actual things to discuss instead of just hanging out for a couple hours then heading off to the beach, supposing another goddamn fight didn't break out in the middle. So, she decided to trowel the internet for any big recent "weird" occurences, something for them to bring up and... Maybe get somewhere?

Unfortunately, she got a bit too caught on the idea. By the time she printed out enough possible leads on Extra-Normal activity, she saw that she was a bit past the time for the meeting. She went as fast as she could, gathering up her notes and then heading into town, hitching a bus down to the abandoned Lucky Strike Casino. But just as she approached the front doors, she could hear the typical sounds of the Coven-- Yelling, shouting, things getting thrown around?

Jesus Christ.

Agatha walked in and it was about as bad as she expected it; Sin's pet Griffon was going on a feral rage, like an angry house cat but the size of a horse. A few of the broken slot machines were out of playing and lying down. Madison certainly brought the pizzas... Which were currently lying around, smearing the old moldy carpet, as the girl was covered in dinosaur bones and trying to fight Keisha to a standstill. Babylon just hung around, looking smug, while Emily, the Apparition's host, yelled at her. Agatha put two and two together, figuring out that Emily's affixed spirit had gotten bored.

She really didn't want them to trash their lair before she could even do any big leader-things. With that in mind, she decided to try and take a bit of authority. Tried, anyway.

"Hey... Guys, cmon... Stop figh-- Stop... Stop fighting... Guys? Girls? Gals??" Agatha tried speaking up to get everyone's attention, but was drowned out by the fighting between Madison and Keisha, as well as everyone else just chatting and doing their own things.

She knew she didn't have the presence to get the attention of an ancient spirit and a large gryphon. So she decided to improvise. No problem, she guessed. Three of them had already been throwing out Abstractions.

"Everybody C-CALM DOWN!" Agatha yelled, announcing her presence if she hadn't already by opening the doors. She held open her free hand, generating a small orb of light which quickly roiled and grew, about to the size of a baseball. She then gave it a gentle heave, tossing it onto the ground between Madison and the massive gryphon. It splatted against the ground, taking the shape of a dome of yellow light before blinking brightly. Only a few seconds later, it burst, filling the room with blinding light and a loud ringing noise, hopefully enough to shut down the brawl.

"Okay! Everyone, sit down and be quiet if you don't want tinnitus before you're thirty. Emily, tell Babylon to stop bugging Sin's Gryphon. Now. Sin, get a leash on Keisha" Agatha instructed. She tried to hide her own nervousness at basically telling everyone, including a ancient and powerful Apparition, to shut the hell up and listen to her. Though she tried to give the illusion of authority, it wasn't hard to see she was extremely tense, almost about to buckle under terror. Following her own example, she pulled up one of the stools that was tossed across the room, sitting down on it.

Taking a deep breathe to restore her composure, Agatha pulled up the folder she brought with her. Inside were different articles from the past few weeks that she printed off the internet for them to hopefully discuss. She then decided to address the Coven properly, facing each of the members.

"Okay! Sorry for being late, but uhh, if we're done screwing around, we can get this meeting under way." Agatha addressed properly, at least in the event that the rest of the Coven decided to humor her and actually simmer down. Come to think of it, maybe basically throwing a flashbang in the room wasn't the smartest way to get everyone's attention.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Oh boy, finally finished the long arduous task of finishing an entire character from scratch instead of copy editing one I made for a previous Recollections RP

Agatha Loom

Agatha Loom

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"I don't think you've met me before."

[ Age 19 | 6"3' | Caucasian | She/Her | 132 lbs. ]

Perception

APPEARANCE

"Nothing Fancy. That's... Kind of the point."

Agatha towers at 6"3', with pale skin and black eyes. Her black hair is incredibly long, reaching about halfway down her back. She does little to organize or maintain her hair shape, giving it a ragged and unkempt appearance. She has a round, slightly-wide face, with a thin body frame that borders on being undernourished. She usually dresses smart casual, wearing dark colors along a light blue to dark purple spectrum, wearing a shawl jacket, usually with either a long skirt or even just jeans. She usually wears moccasins, sneakers, or sandals, depending on the weather.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I uh... Don't like talking about myself too much."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Agatha's main objective is to uncover the web of mystery that strangleholds Tampa, hopefully developing a strong enough understanding of the unknown.

WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ She joined the coven because, well, they were another group of people well-versed in the supernatural, hoping to get some knowledge out of it. She's stuck with them after she realized the reality of them, hoping to at least pool knowledge and understanding of Extranormal phenomena.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Nothing is ever the way it seems. Always keep an eye out and ear open.

SECRETS ⫻ Agatha's big secret is that she probably knows about everyone else's little harmless ones. Nothing groundbreaking or personal, but she probably knows that you snuck out in the middle of the night or cheated on your diet.

SEXUALITY ⫻ She's never really been in a relationship, but she's found herself looking at both boys and girls before. She isn't very sexually or romantically active, however.

FEARS ⫻ Despite constantly trying to attain as much information as she can, she's incredibly fearful of her own privacy being breached, giving her a very secretive and reserved lifestyle.

REPUTATION ⫻ Agatha isn't very well-known, and doesn't have a very wide circle of friends.

QUIRKS ⫻ When addressed, she always answers with brief panic, as if she was zoning out for a moment. She also has difficulty keeping eye contact with people.

FLAWS ⫻ Agatha is intensely paranoid and distrustful. Despite having a sense of direction, she doesn't quite have the force of personality that would make her a strong leader.

BACKSTORY

"I've lived with my grandpa for most of my life."

The first chapter of Agatha's life was an ugly one. She was conceived by accident, by two equally irresponsible and unprepared lovers. Much of her infancy lacked the proper attention and care, and her parents inexperience with children led to some early-onsetting development issues for Agatha. When she finally turned four, they admitted their own incompetence and sent her to live with her mother's grandparents. While they served as much better caregivers than their children, it took Agatha a couple months before it hit her: Her parents had abandoned her. They told her she was just moving in with her grandparents for a brief visit, but only months after she was moved did she realize what that really meant.

Agatha felt like a complete fool for missing all of the clues. The sense of humiliation and betrayal bred two dueling feelings in Agatha: untrustworthiness and curiosity. She never again wanted to be such a helpless idiot. As she grew, she became unnecessarily inquisitive to her surroundings. She even found out her grandma became terminally ill a week before her grandparents decided to tell her. Ironically, she took that secret being held from her slightly better than the first one.

Soon enough, Agatha's inquisitive nature pulled her into the direction of the supernatural. As she looked deeper into everyday surroundings and took everything with a grain of salt, she traveled down the path of the unknown. Eventually she made full contact, and discovered her own Extranormal abilities, enabling her to create "Wards" that only encouraged her own discovery. She had found a whole world sitting beneath what most people would pay attention to, and ended up becoming a solid part of it.

Eventually she encountered The Coven, a group of other people who had explored the supernatural like herself, each one their own understandings of what lied beneath. When she first joined, Agatha anticipated them being group of occult explorers who pooled their knowledge and power together. The reality? A clique of wannabe-witches who constantly butt heads together over petty infighting. In any case, it was still a better place to start and maybe make some friends. Who knows, she might eventually learn something.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Careful, someone's about to round that corner."

Espionage ⫻ Agatha's skilled simultaneously at both digging for information and secrets, along with remaining hidden and avoiding drawing attention to herself while doing so.

Situational Awareness ⫻ Agatha's constantly processing her surroundings and taking note of everything around her, making her able to notice things better that would otherwise go over someone's head.

ABSTRACTION

"I don't think I was ever really a skeptic to begin with, but I never thought whatever was out there would come to me."

TYPE ⫻ Adept (Yellow-Cyan)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Ward Creation. Channeler: A small bead necklace she made with her grandfather when she was seven years old.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Agatha has the ability to create Wards, singularities of light created for defense and reconnaissance purposes. Supernatural Booby Traps, basically. She has a lot of legroom for crafting them, being able to create individual ones for each purpose. Each Ward has three main functions when created: Alarm, Trap, and Drone.

Alarm: The criteria that activates when broken, triggering the Ward. With absolute zero consideration given towards the Alarm, it will only activate when destroyed or even just touched. With more careful crafting, more advanced criteria are capable of being given to it's activation, such as someone entering a certain radius of it, feeling something moving too quickly, or detecting too much noise.

Trap: Whatever effect the Ward will have when the Alarm is activated. With absolute zero consideration for this feature, the only effect a Ward will have when activated is to simply fizzle into light, destroying itself. However, it can be made much more volatile, such as causing it to explode into blinding light when activated, creating an intense, ear-splitting noise, or making whatever it's attached to burst into flames.

Drone: However much awareness Agatha has surrounding the Ward. Given no consideration, she will only be informed if the Alarm was triggered or not. She's able to put more awareness into the Ward, however, allowing her to perceive sight or sound in an area around it, detect the measurements of any individuals, or even just sense any Extra-Normal Occurances.

Agatha's able to mix-and-match however much energy she commits into the Ward and whichever features she focuses most on. Example Wards include a landmine, which unleashes an overwhelming force of power when directly stepped on, a door-alarm which will alert her if a door or other object has been touched by someone, or a C4 charge, which she can keep an eye on the surroundings of, then detonate as soon as she senses someone get too close. This makes her ability to create Wards a godsend for home defense against intruders, becoming a force to be reckoned with should Agatha find enough preparation time to fortify a single position.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Agatha can detect if any Extranormal Abilities were used in an area hours afterwards. The longer since they were used, the more vaguely she can recollect them. Four hours afterwards, she can't tell any details beyond that one was used significantly in some way. Once six hours are reached, the event will have escaped her senses.

LIMITS ⫻ Emotional Fields dampen the direct effects of the more offensive Wards. Once Agatha places a ward, she won't be able to move it from its position. In order to reposition it; Agatha will have to uncreate it and remake it somewhere else. Agatha has a limit of five wards that she can place at a time, but she'll need a second and some focus in order to do it. Putting more power into a Ward uses more energy.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Agatha can trigger her own Wards, as she is not immune to them. This means she has to be careful when acting around them or she might get blown up or something. In addition, the Wards can be destroyed by simple use of Extra-Normal power; a dash of flames or a stone being thrown at it.

OTHER

"I should get home soon. It's getting kind of dark, and grandpa's hair isn't getting any grayer."

She's raised by her grandfather, Jeffrey. While he may appear crabby and bumbling on the surface, he loves Agatha deeply, and may just be more than what he seems...

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Agatha Loom

Jaden started barraging Agatha with questions. She did her best to answer them.

"I don't know anything about what caused what happened. At first I thought that someone was onto me, then I saw you and everyone else there. All I can really think of is either all of us know something that someone or something doesn't want us to... Or, I dunno, that portal just randomly pulled us in. You think it was because we weren't normal? I mean, I don't think everyone there had supernatural potential. Either that or they were just too chicken to defend themselves with them. I haven't really talked to anyone else there. I haven't even spoken to Brianna, either, no. I was just in a race to get back home. I don't think I even gave her my phone number."

Then... She had to double check what that last question was.

"Sorry... Did you just say, you want to open that... pillar, portal thing again? Why the hell would you want to go back?! It took an entire group of us just to survive for less than... An hour, I think? Doesn't matter. Are you seriously rethinking of going back? Or worse, what if the only way in is to send the rest of us down too, like last time? Does either possibility sound very fun?" She asked him, seriously hoping that Jaden rethought his life choices.

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Tristan Douge

Oh FUCK.

As soon as the wall painted itself and started speaking, Tristan sprang up to his feet. He watched as a figure emerged from the wall... Almost like a woman, it looked like?

It started speaking, but Tristan could hardly understand it. It hurt just to listen, let alone stare at that thing. He got the general message, though. It was taunting him. Teasing. Treating this all like some big game. Never a good sign in any horror movies.

Tristan probably could've lunged backwards and rolled out of the building. Probably would have to run like hell away from it, but it was his best bet to escaping whatever the hell that thing was, Except--

Fuck, was she still sleeping?! Tristan glanced over. June was either still asleep or just starting to wake up. He didn't have time to grab her and escape, and the worst thing he could do besides fall victim to whatever the hell that abomination was was to let someone else fall for it the same way.

Only one way out of this now...

Tristan mustered up every ounce of courage he had as he looked the monster straight in the eye. Then he activated his Lux. Within a few seconds, three entire apparitions manifested behind him. They were made of black smoke, with blue, orange empty eyes. They stood still for a moment, before rushing straight forward. They burst through the window behind Tristan, lunging at and beating the Wall-Witch with all their unholy might.

He didn't know how useful his ability was now, but he didn't want to waste time seeing. He ran over to June, violently shaking her.

"Cmon! Cmon wake the fuck up, we need to go, now!"

He grasped her by the wrist and pulled her right onto her feet, charging out the front door and back onto the streets, trying to get the hell as far away from their exposed shelter as they could, leaving the Spirits he created to fight off the Outsider as long as they could.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Tristan Douge

By this point, Tristan lost count of time.

He and the girl he met, June, were the only normal they've seen in this warped version of Araminta, besides the massive group from when he first arrived. By this point, he stopped concerning himself on their absent presence. The biggest possibilities he settled on were as follows: They all got turned into mincemeat by the horde of monsters, dragged off to God knows where by the tentacles that came from the bottomless pit, or survived somehow and were squatting in the husk of the city like he and June were. Or maybe they found some magic portal out of here. Either way, they weren't Tristan's problem anymore.

Somehow, Tristan and June managed to escape the mob that closed in on them at the library. They found a means for climbing up and out onto the rooftops, where they hopped from roof to roof until they felt safe enough to quit running and take in their bearings. Obviously, they decided to stick together for safety, as they started looking for some sort of means of returning home. Until then, they just did their best to survive.

Surprisingly, actual survival wasn't too difficult. Most of the monsters in this warped version of Araminta were a lot less active and numerous. Even when they did see one or two, they hardly even noticed them and were easily avoided. Most of the houses, surprisingly, were also pretty well-stocked, giving them a lot of leeway to just crash in a house, helping themselves to the food. Still, running into both the tentacles and the monsters shook Tristan to his core. He insisted on keeping a rotating-watch system, while also trying to fortify their house of choice the best they could.

The two of them hunkered down in the living room. Tristan's choice of defense was a wooden plank, which he rhythmically slapped into his palm every few seconds while June slept. No problems so far, but he really didn't want to get caught with his pants down by God knows what.

Tristan didn't even bring his watch. He took it off before his nap on the flipside, and didn't even have the time to put it back on before getting spirited away by the light. How long had they been there? A few minutes? A couple hours? A day? More?? He had no idea. The best reference for time would've been the Sun, which... In this version of Araminta, sure liked hitting the snooze button. He didn't even see it budge since shit started hitting the fan. He felt incredibly frustrated. Despite the supernatural gravity of whatever hell he was thrown into, this all felt like a huge waste of time. What about his duties back in the normal world? Had the Horde struck again in his absence? Who would they have carved up next? Some homeless bum? An unlucky sucker? Someone else's little sister? Even brushing that shit aside, his mother probably would've been worried sick about him. Well, more than usual.

Tristan hurled his plank weapon at the wall in frustration, shattering the plywood and probably waking up Sleeping Beauty. Whatever.

"Goddammit", He said, almost surprised at the sound of his own voice, "I'm sick of sitting around here, hunkering in some abandoned house like rats. We really need to get moving. Find some way out of here."

---

Agatha Loom

Agatha quickly recovered from the horror and stress that came with getting taken off to a monster-ridden warped version of town over the next two days. Once she wasn't stressed out anymore, she returned to her normal, inquisitive state.

She retook to using the internet as her means of perusing for answers. Despite being a massive pillar of light that washed over the entire town, there wasn't a single report or news article about it. No accounts on social media, even. As far as it seemed, only she and the small group taken into that strange otherworld were the only ones who actually had accounts of it. After a good few hours of searching, she closed out her web browser and sighed in frustration.

Again, she found her gaze gradually being pulled outside of the window. She began to remember the exact details about the pillar; It erupted from the forest, as she could tell by it's rate of growth before it swallowed her whole last night. She couldn't quite gauge exactly where in the woods it came from, but knew it was definitely a good place to start.

Getting her things together, Agatha hustled down the stairs, just about to open the front door when her grandpa's voice called.

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" He asked, sitting in his chair in front of the TV.

"I uh... Just heading out for a bit."

"Agatha, dear, where were you last night? I thought you were safe in your room, yet you came home later at night. What happened?"

"Just uh", Agatha thought of an excuse, "Hanging out with some friends."

Her grandpa turned around to look at her in mild surprise, then shrugged his shoulders and turned back around.

"Alright then. Don't stay out too late again."

"I won't. Bye!" Agatha called, rushing out the door. She went down a few blocks, hopped a bus, then got off at the forest entrance, walking along the road that cut into it. She didn't know what she would've found, nor was she certain she would have liked it.

As she walked, she eventually reached what had to be the epicenter. A massive glowing crater, surrounded by police tape. Nobody else was present, tho-- Wait.

Someone else was here. Jaden, the guy from the group in the otherworld last night. He stood next to the crater, looking down at it just as confused as she had been. She hung back a bit-- He hadn't noticed her yet. Her thoughts raced in her mind about what to say, before she suddenly just shouted.

"Hey!"

Wow, great reintroduction. Agatha felt she wasn't entirely the one in control when she called out at them. Maybe the Lady Bug was having a greater effect over her than she thought. Regardless, she revealed her own presence, quickly approaching Jaden.

"You came here looking for the cause of us getting abducted last night? Me too... Looks like we just found it" she noted, looking down at the crater they stood over.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Agatha Loom

Just as Agatha would've safely pulled Jaden from the mob closing in on him, a massive wave of force slammed right into her. It didn't immediately swat her out of the sky, but it did send her kapulting in a spin until she landed onto the ground, likely knocking Rita off in the process. Her heart began to race, until she saw a glowing purple light from within the warehouse. Faintly, she saw a woman reaching out with her arm from it.

"Safe!" The Lady Bug cried in Agatha's mind.

She raced over to the portal, swatting aside any of the few monsters in her path, before barreling into the front door. Once she was inside, she shifted back into her human form, falling to the ground, before scrambling back up and in through the portal.

Once she hit the ground on the other side, she finally let gravity of the situation take over her, breathing heavily in relief and panic.

"Thank you." She said simply, before she could even understand who rescued them or why.

Tristan Douge

"Shit, shit, shit uh... Probably these fucking things. These are worse. I really don't see any of those tentacles monsters closing in after us." Tristan reasoned, watching as the mob closed in on them, "But I don't think we can really make a choice."

The shambling horde of knife-handed monsters had indeed blocked off their escape. While it was probably possible to outrun them, they'd probably need to be olympic athletes to run between the cracks of their ranks before they condensed by this point. All four of the roads of the intersection were blocked up. Tristan checked the surrounding buildings frantically, looking for any they'd be able to reasonably defend themselves in. Besides a few more ramshackle warehouses and what were practically large concrete bricks, the best option seemed to be the large library they stood in front of.

"Damnit, cmon! Let's try in here!" He called, rushing up the steps and in through the door. In all honesty, he knew this was a dumb plan with hardly any thinking put into it, but it was better than getting shanked and cut up by got knows what those things were. His best idea was to probably try and fortify it with some furniture. Hopefully, they'd be able to reach the roof access somehow, and maybe be able to bunnyhop along the roofs without having to pass through the mob. As soon as they were both inside, Tristan slammed the door shut. He then grabbed at one of the nearest tables, shoving it along the ground and then pushing it up against the front door.

"Okay, now we gotta find some stairs. Maybe we can get to the rooftops, and find some sort of way to get the hell out of here." Tristan explained, as he continued desperately trying to move anything not nailed to the floor to the door and windows.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Agatha Loom

Agatha veered around cautiously as the streetlights burnt out, only to immediately reignite. When they did, the entire group was surrounded by shambling monstrosities.

To Agatha, they were abnormally tall with massive eyes. All of them were affixed directly on her, even as they reached closer proximity to other bystanders and obviously turned their bodily attention towards them.

There were far too many. Jaden, the dark-skinned man, shouted what was on all of their minds,

"Make a way out somehow!"

He then threw more blue spheres at the approaching crowd, Despite being able to subdue one of the reaching tentacles that grasped at him, it did little than force the creature he hit to recoil, before bearing down upon him. In retaliation, they threw up a blue energy shield, but were obviously stuck and unlikely to make their own escape. Kaitlyn made a better escape, riding along a wave projection that simply let her bypass straight over the heads of the crowd, as well as knocking a few of them down and out of the way.

"Fly!" The Lady Bug intoned. Suddenly, Agatha remembered she had that ability, despite her massive size. Peering around, she saw-- Rita. Out of the entire bunch, she was probably the most helpless, only carrying a rock to nervously fend for herself. Agatha scuttled straight up to them, before letting out a loud chitter, one that very probably scared the crap out of them more than the approaching mob. Agatha then pushed her head forward between Rita's legs, hopefully giving a signal of some sort for her intents. She then started lifting her up off the ground, trying to pull Rita back and onto the small space towards the back of her head yet still in front of her wings, forcibly mounting her atop the sedan-sized ladybug.

After a few seconds, Agatha's wings started fluttering rapidly, letting her gradually rise up and off the ground, despite her massive size. She then flew straight over the heads of the mob, avoiding their grasps and gropes at her as she completely bypassed them. Her first target was straight over Jaden, who was still struggling to keep off one of the monsters with his shield. With a swift swing of her front leg, she knocked the creature right off and to the ground. She then lowered herself in the air slightly, holding one of her legs out to Jaden as a sort of monkey-bar for him to grab onto.

Tristan Douge

Tristan kept running through the interwinding city, until exhaustion finally dropped on him. He stopped near a large wooden pole, grasping onto it as he rapidly inhaled and exhaled air, deciding to try and get his bearings and take in the surrounding area. He stopped at an intersection, with the biggest visible building being the public library. He was content to just stand around there, letting him recover his strength, before he set off again. Obviously, it seemed the monsters from earlier weren't as interested in him. He didn't know how things went-- Did they manage to defend themselves, or did they all get pulled off to god knows where? He wasn't very sure. All he wanted to do right now was find a way to get back--

"Hey! Hey! Guy, wait a second! Over here!" He heard a voice call.

Tristan turned his head, looking over across the intersection. There stood a bright-red haired woman, calling and hollering after him. She didn't look very familiar; He didn't remember seeing if she was with the group earlier. Well, she didn't look like an impossibly long tentacle with faces along it. That was trustworthy in his book. He made a brief jog over towards her, before sharply responding to her calls.

"Quiet! This place is really dangerous." He warned, scanning around himself carefully, "Did you see that pillar of light too?" he asked, in a hushed voice.

Suddenly, the street lights burnt out, for a brief moment, before they turned back on. When they did, Tristan could see in the distance a mob of strange creatures shambling towards him. They all had no faces, and blooded right hands with incredibly sharp fingers. They each casually walked towards him, flexing and sharpening their razor fingers.

"Oh shit."

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Tristan Douge

&

Agatha Loom

Tristan hung around near the Warehouse. He shot a few careful glances at each of the other people still lurking about. He saw some of the other people who tried to leave walking back after him-- Either they weren't too indifferent to staying together with the others, or they were equally disappointed by the chasm. He checked most of them carefully, looking for any Aura signs of their misdeeds. Anyone here guilty of something?

After a few empty searches, he decided to stop. No good in trying to pick a bone with people you're stuck with.

He then noticed the sun went from quickly setting to practically gone as a quick wave of darkness washed over them, followed by the streetlights activating. Well that was weird... Apparently the city was abandoned but with perfectly functioning lights?

Moments later, he saw massive, towering tentacles of flesh rising from the Chasm he just left. Massive might have been a bit of an overstatement, but long certainly wasn't. Printed all along them were faces... Faces that, just for a moment, looked too much like-- Fuck. They managed to slink all the way from the short walk to the chasm and straight towards the Warehouse. Tristan lunged out of the way, even though none of them were coming straight for him, landing to the side alley of the warehouse. The tentacles then crashed right into the building, smashing through windows and the door, grabbing a handful of people. The one rocker dude who walked out on trying to follow them, as well as two other girls, one of which being the one that immediately panicked and clung to a wall.

Agatha resumed panic, even greater than before, when the tentacles grasped at her, before pulling her out of the Warehouse and waving her in the air. On them were the faces of her own parents, as well as her grandparents. Her own parent's visage was that of frustration and agony, moaning and growling, contorted with rage and sorrow. Jeffrey's face was mindlessly hollering in ignorant fear, as if it was just as desperate as Agatha was. The only calm visage was her own grandmother's closed eyes and still mouth, resting peacefully amist the confusion. Agatha squirmed helplessly-- The tentacles were extremely thick, holding her in an iron grasp.

Rather than try and fight those things, Tristan's first instinct was to run. Quickly scrambling back up to his feet, Tristan ran as fast as he could away from the warehouse and in the opposite direction of the Chasm and warehouse.

Agatha continued to writhe in panic as she was pulled off to god knows where-- When suddenly, she felt an equivalent force pull back against her, stopping her from being dragged off by the large tendrils. Stilling herself for a moment, she saw a massive pair of blue lobster tentacles pinching the tentacle grasping her, keeping her in place. With yet another wave of renewed Clarity, Agatha saw others using extranormal abilities to defend themselves. A brilliant flash of light nearly blinded Agatha, yet managed to incinerate one of the tentacles abducting Kayla. The man they tried to capture followed suit, with a loud explosion of sound freeing him from his binds.

That's when Agatha found that she didn't need to worry about prudence. Probably shouldn't have in the first place, but still. Agatha reached deep into her mind. There, the Lady Bug buzzed aggressively in panic. Without even another mental word, Agatha pulled themselves together. A wave of blue, wisped light surrounded Agatha, itching down to her very form, before exploding outward in a massive, sedan-sized ladybug as the two beings became one. Just the sudden burst of size might've been enough to break the tentacle's grasp, but for good measure she stabbed into it with her spindly legs, tearing at the facial mockeries embedded along it. For added measure, the lady bug swarm of lady bugs came to her aid, landing on the monster and delivering a series of weak but plentiful bites. The tentacle then let loose and retreated from her, dropping her. She hit the ground with a hard thud, but suffered virtually no damage. After rolling on her back for a bit, she eventually flipped over, rolling upright and letting her antennae shift.

Alright, lets go back, Agatha communicated.

No. Danger. Stay., the Lady Bug disagreed. This prevented the two of them from separating, causing them to remain in the form of a massive ladybug, even as the last of the tentacles dropped their victims and gave apparent sign of retreat...