"Wait that's illegal-"- Anaya Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.
Anaya sat at her workbench as she mentally prepared herself to
literally help the enemy they've tried to hunt in the first place. Around her were the five strongest spirits she was allied with, the spirit girl had worked on their life sized vessels for weeks, missing a few hours of sleep out of habit.
"Ma'am? Are you feeling well?" the concerned
spirit in green walked up next to Anaya and bent down to look at her, earning a frustrated groan in return.
"I just- this doesn't make sense!" She rested her head on one of her hands, tapping her foot.
"Doesn't agreeing to work with this vamp tramp go against Beacon's rule of not co-operating with people like HER??" Anaya asked.
"Our faction has become sensible with our darker kin, have they not?" the calmer
blunette spirit looked up from her weapon.
"Well yeah, but people like Visceral are unpredictable. Especially under such a dangerous patron." "Who's to say the Mirror Witch isn't the same way?" Anaya grimaced.
"Some horrors are reasonable, but I've heard little of Mariette's patron from Crawley." She sighed.
"I just feel like...this isn't right, yknow?" "...I-If Justine did resort to getting assistance from the Mint." the
violet spirit spoke up.
"They might target us, t-target you." "Well, maybe they won't recognize her!" "This is the literal mafia we're talking about. Unless Miss Avalon or Crawley managed to pull a few strings somehow, she'll be s-screwed once they catch on." the violet spirit furrowed her eyebrows when she looked to her sister.
"She has a point. Mayhaps we have time to buy that cloak from Tiffany's-" "Aye, don't mean t'intrude but," the
spirit in gold appeared in the door way.
"The boss 's callin' everyone ta' gather. Let's hurry n' get ready." The four spirits began entering their vessels, and Anaya stood up to leave when a hand had rested on her shoulder. The
fifth spirit that had quietly listened to their discussion smiled at her.
"Don't worry. We won't let you down." Once all of them joined up with the rest of their group, Anaya bowed slightly to Alicia.
"We're ready, ma'am."
For the most part, Anaya kept quiet during the meeting. Switching from listening to her troops' quiet banter, to glaring daggers at Justine when she wasn't looking; or the shadows moving behind her, to hearing what the others were saying.
This really isn't a good idea... she thought.
"I'm more worried about the horror hijacking a post."- Celia Celia wasn't really doing anything. Again. She was bored, but what could she do? She had no patron to boss her, the big-wigs were busy wanting to kill each other, nothing else seemed to be going on.
It's surprising how she hadn't been demoted to an NPC.
Eh, maybe if she wandered for a bit, she'd find something. But enough pointless monologue, let's get to the interesting one.
"Prepare for round 2, you blood-sucking bi-"
"'Certain peeper'? And you're not concerned with the fourth-wall breakers among us?"- Eliza and Maura Eliza and Maura were both back in the former's room in the Golden Trove, with the witch laying on her bed, focusing on looking into what was going on. She knew she didn't have a full grip on her scrying powers yet. She couldn't go too far into the future or past, or it'd strain her - "static", as she describes it. But something was preventing her from looking into Visceral's meeting. Even if she kept focusing on trying to bypass the static, it seemed to intensify the more she tried. The witch shot up, hissing in pain with her hands at the sides of her head.
"Anything?" Maura asked, sitting besides her.
She shook her head.
"I can only guess they thought ahead. That or they somehow found out I'm a goddamn seer now." She furrowed her brows, grabbing her phone to look through Maura's group's chat.
"Everyone's meeting up at Mariette's. Penny's having trouble being the new queen, what with people against her alliance with Beacon. They don't even think whatever's left of Cindy is even her." "Well, is it?" "She knew of our deal, didn't she?" Eliza tiredly looked to Maura.
"This Cindy may be an unintentional clone, but she's still Cindy." She sighed, and hugged her knees.
"Is...it bad I'm starting to lose hope in both sides being reasonable?" "Hey. You can't convince everyone to calm down and make up." Maura patted her back.
"That's what me and my sisters reminded ourselves in the past. We can only make sure things don't go out of balence. Even if we had to resort to, well, lethal methods." the necromancer shrugged, then smiled.
"Besides, you're doing your best." "...Right." The witch nodded, smiling back.
"Now then! Shouldn't you be heading off?" Maura motioned to Eliza's ribbon key.
"Oh, yeah. Wait-" Eliza got up to activate her key when a thought crossed her mind.
"Am I still connected to my soul-gem-thing in a different dimention??" "You were fine when we were in Veronica's mansion, so you should have nothing to worry about!" Maura reassured her.
"Oh." The witch blinked. She sent a quick text to Amanda and the others, telling them that she was about to head into battle. Most of them wished her good luck, while the dream magician warned her if she didn't
atleast put an effort to protect MDP she'd stab her with a unicorn horn.
Okay then.
"Hmm...are you sure you don't wanna come with?" Eliza looked back to Maura.
"If Veronica gave you the key specifically, you're going to be needed more than I do. She probably needs me for something else either way." "Alright. Alright, no more stalling. It's showtime." Eliza actived the key and teleported away, and Maura slipped back into the shadows.