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WAIT HARAMBE DIED ON MY BIRTHDAY?!
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I have now been alive for 20 years. How in the fuck.
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6 mos ago
would've loved to explore the concept of a Marshmallow Marshlands.
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6 mos ago
The only time I've shown interest in a Nation RP was something based off Candyland of all things, but it was dead in the water before all of us were able to submit CSes. A shame too,
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Hi yes, we talking normal skittles? Hershey's chocolate?

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"Miss Wukong forgot about Dread Incarnate having these quo- ...Nope. Nope! Not today, bitch!!"
Current Location: The Great Escape

Fable flinched when Mary broke down into tears. Not wanting to be rude, he quietly listened to zir venting. A stressful day, that he could tell. Though he was still slightly confused, he kept his eyes on the two as Mary began to move. Cautious, yet there was no ill intent. Atleast none that he couldn't hide. When ze moved to his side of the table, the boy's hold on his grimore tightened. He had a bad feeling about this.

Mary's words alone were concerning. He hadn't done much to deserve such praise, if genuine. Was this week really that bad on zir? But that wouldn't matter. For someone of his background, danger was to be expected. Especially in a town like Pax Septimus. Such was the reason why Fable had to be careful when out in the town, even with stuff like monsters.

So an attempted kidnapping in public like this is bound to set off some "Get the Hell Out of Here!" alarms.

Quickly, Fable shot up from his seat and threw his cup of coffee at Mary's face, intending to blind zir long enough to buy himself time. "Sorry, but there's not a snowball's chance in Hell I'm letting myself get abducted like this!!" The boy yelled, dashing out of the Diner.
Well, tough luck. Despite their efforts, nothing was stopped. In fact things could become worse now that there was no reason for Rachel to find out Finn's identity. She did, and at some point she'll try and kill him. As much as he empathized with her, with what Penny disclosed about her going through hellish stuff as well, she didn't seem the type to easily listen. For now he had to play nice. He had to prepare for the worst.

"So now what? You gonna call Riona back?" Oliver's question broke him out of his thoughts, as the two idly searched for a cabana to rest in. Finn shook his head.

"No need. Sent out a group text, we'll meet up early tomorrow." he explained, showing Oliver the message on his phone as proof. Just cause he can't tackle the magical side of Penrose thoroughly, doesn't mean they cant focus on restoring the mundane side. Might be good business oppertunities too!

"Oh. Okay, but what then? You still wanna leave? They're gonna do the tournament no matter what so..." Oliver asked him.

"Fate's a bitch like that." Lauren spoke up, having walked up ahead of them at some point. She turned her head to glance at the two. "You either gotta wait to do something, or you can't at all. We all had that feeling. Anyways, the others should be near here..." She trailed off, looking around. Then Lauren spotted the other witches sitting in one of the cabanas. "There they are, come on then." The judge walked over to meet up with them, motioning for Finn and Oliver to follow.

The two looked at each other, then hesitantly followed.

It was one of those seating area cabanas, rather than the ones with the beds. A couch, and two separate chairs. Surprisingly, Maura was with the other two witches. But she appeared lost in thought, leaning against Rowena who quietly sat beside her. Maribel herself took one of the corner seats, casually drinking a Bloody Mary. The nightmare witch was the first to notice the three, looking over with her usual smile.

"Well, well! If it isn't Wrath and his wraith~!" Maribel giggled. Finn was too tired to care that they knew him at this point, though something crossed his mind.

"...You spied on us?"

"She spied on alot of people, apparently. Didn't even think that can work with our type of portals." Amanda appeared from besides Maribel, still untransformed. She collaped onto a spare chair. "Anyways, guess your plans went to the dogs?" She asked Finn. He hesitantly nodded.

"Oh don't feel bad, Dear. Lots of ideas get shot down in the same day~" Maribel tried to reassure him. "A bit suspicious though..."

"Frankly I didn't want to clean up after them if shit hit the fan, but...hmmm. Oi, 'Manda. You know of Pinkie Pie's relation to Penny?" Lauren asked the magician.

"Girlfriends."

"...And the catgirl?" Rowena spoke up.

"Regent. They're royals, remember?"

"Obvious bias..." Finn grumbled with his arms crossed. Oliver gently nudged him.

"Playing nice, remember?"

The wrathful boy looked back at his partner with an eyebrow risen. "They're not all-hearing, Oli." He then looked back to the group, then to Maura. She's been strangely quiet. "Ma'am? Hey, is everything okay?" He quietly tried to get her attention. Nothing. He frowned in worry. "Maura?"

"I think she dissociated or some shit. Okay, anyone got an answer for-"

"I do." Rowena spoke up once more, wrapping an arm around the smaller woman. She mirrored Finn's frown. "Your friend, that Samantha girl...I don't know if she made it. I'm sorry." The quiet witch of life let them process the information she gave them, before continuing. "I don't understand how, there were no external injuries or broken bones. But judging by the amount of blood, it was like her innards ruptered, or even melted if that's possible." She then sighed. "I don't think Maura took it too well..."

Finn, too tired to react at this point, facepalmed. He gave Lauren a side glance. "What was that about Fate being a bitch again?" then something hit him. "What do you know about the Grand Magstrates?"

"The Magwhomina? Oh, the big bosses. Well, I guess they sometimes act like the Fates." Lauren shrugged, grabbing a tablet from her hammerspace. "They're the ones who made the Laws of Magic and other lore stuff, so either the bigwigs of each patron faction got together to do our job, or there's some higher rank no one speaks of. Either way."

At that explanation, Finn sighed. "....That explains so much." He checked back on Maura, who after a while, finally said something:

"Have...I failed...?"

"Maura, don't think like that-

"Haven't I been trying to?!" Maura weakly snapped back at Rowena, then hugged her knees. "My first day as leader and everything's gone to hell! I shouldn't have let Justine join, damnit!! And now they're gone!! T-They're..." She had to silence herself, or break down again. Her sister pulled her back into a side hug.

"You shouldn't be blaming yourself for the inevitable, Dear." Maribel told her without looking at her.

"Wh-What are you..?"

The nightmare witch smirked, taking another sip of her cocktail. "Y'know, with all this talk about fate, mayhaps this was unavoidable. One way or another, they would've left. They just needed a catalyst~ If they hadn't left earlier, they probably still cared about you." Maribel stopped Maura before the reaper could argue back. "Atata~ No regrets now~! This may be a burden now, but tomorrow's another day. Take what you're given and make use of it!" She then turned to everyone else.

"I know there might not be a point in such an endeavor, but what's stopping us from telling the Fates to fuck off already~? Maura, I know you're unwell, but we can help you! If you'd rather ditch this dump, well, I hope my Horror friends find this world delectable~" Maribel shrugged. "So what do you say? You're the one most experience in this field."

Other than being surprised Maribel swore, Maura thought. Then her brows furrowed, and she sat up straight. "If this world must burn, then let there be fire. We'll give them all hell in time, every last one..." She sighed. "But not now. Not here. Not where we can be stopped like Finn was." Maura stood up from her seat. "I think we overstayed our welcome. Let's go." With that, the witches and Amanda left for the exit. Finn and Oliver remained by the cabana.

"Okay, now we're alone. Unless you want me to scare off the next person to bother us, what do you wanna-" With a thump, Finn had let himself fall onto the couch. "....do."

"Ah, sweet peace and quiet, I have missed you so!" The other boy tiredly chuckled. Oliver stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. The ghost sat down next to him while he adjusted himself, summoning his satchel back to him and setting it down beside their seat.

.:⋮Prematch: Reconciliation⋮:.


Sitting not far from the locker room entrance Penny slowly opened her eyes. Her last two diagonstics cameback the same and the last of her worry finally drained away. She had complete confidence that Violet would be able to repair her, but that wasn't what had kept her worry. The problem was that much like her magic parts of her code, and her soul as far as she was willing to assume at this point, was unstable even at the best of times. And something had shifted during the repair processes. What had shifted Penny wasn't fully sure, but she could tell that it was at least connected to some of her internal systems as her Evolution capabilites had gone dark. which is what she relied on to help decrypt these types of changes normally. She'd just have to keep an eye on her systems and see if anything popped up.

With a long exhale Penny would cancel the spell effect she had going and would stand up. Her next match was in a few minutes, and hiding wasn't worth the cost anymore. She hoped that Dina was fine, the lack of word one way or another was worring a bit. Yet Penny was sure that Dan would have kicked up a major stink of someone harmed her within the Beach. Was definatly something to look into when she had more time.

"I really need to get her an apology gift when this is all over"

"Y'ello."

Just as Penny revealed herself once more, Oliver had walked up to her, Finn not that far. The other boy took a drag of his cigar, his expression defaulted to unamusement at this rate. He looked back to Penny. "Well, Asimov. You wanted me here. Talk." He crossed his arms. The ghost on the other hand took a step back.

Penny mirrored, to a degree, the unwelcoming stance of both Finn and Oliver. "I assume that Dina was able to talk to you then." She would state calmly her gaze resting on Finn as she spoke. "I'll admit it feels like I’m in the middle of a game of phone tag. Last I had heard you had declared that you were planning on seeking me out for a challenge to my crown."

"I only agreed cause I owe it to someone who's been around for about as long as I have." Finn explained, his resting bitch face breaking into a frown for a moment, glancing aside. Though it was for a moment. His brows furrowed when Penny revealed that she knew of his intentions. "Right, right. The winged rat got too excited for a bloodbath I'm guessing? Dina already informed me." He shrugged.

"That took me off guard, I hadn't taken you or the Cradle to be the type. So I was hoping to parlay, see if we couldn't talk this over. As the sudden hostilities is a bit unsettling."

When Penny lumped Cradle with him as the perpetrators, his eye widened. "Don't be throwing Maura's new band of misfits; if there's any left now, into this. This is my choice, my plan alone." He glared slightly at her. Finn then shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Look, from what the information I gathered tells me, the bigwigs of Penrose have been too busy playing headless chickens to do whatever the hell you lot think is "good". Even you, Miss "Monarch". So I decided to step in and play my own hand before things progress for the worst." He explained. "The fact that when you people heard about my plans, you automatically assumed I was going to paint the town red like the best of us?? That hurts. I'm not my infamy, Miss Asimov..." Finn frowned.

Penny would raise an eyebrow at Finn's response, curious to note his defensiveness and how quick he was to distance himself from the Cradle. "If I had assumed that you were in this to cause more havoc I wouldn't have wanted to talk to you. I would have just killed you during your challenge." She would explain. "And I'm pretty sure you need to get better sources. I spent the last few weeks making sure that there wasn't a riot in my capacity as Queen, as I was helping calm down those who would listen and helping to rebuild what had been destroyed while I was away. Hardly sounds like a headless chicken act to me."

Finn rose a brow. "What of your enemies? Or whatever the hell you think of the Ascendancy? I get that the Mint likes to hide in the shadows but you've gotta be more active on driving them out of town and into the light! Otherwise you'll be the next best thing to sitting ducks-"

“Like, there you aresie!” MDP declared with a satisfied, but still quite determined, smile as she burst into the conversation with her usual lack of subtlety. “Like, are you talking about birdy wirdies~?” the whimsical girl asked with a delighted gasp, as the word “ducks” caught her easily distracted attention. “Magical Dream Princess’s favorite wavorite birdy wirdy is a peacock weacock~! (giggle!) ‘Cause it’s so pretty witty and colorful wolorful and…” her voice trailed off as she realized she had come here to discuss something important, and this wasn’t it. “Stupid brainy wainy!” she whined petulantly as she rapidly shook her head. “Magical Dream Princess hates getting distracted wacted so easily weasily…” she grumbled, before her demeanor once again took on a look of intense determination. “Like, Amanda Wanda said that the Cradle Wadle doesn’t wanna fight you, Penny Wenny, just this meanie weanie head!” she told Penny, dramatically pointing a finger at Finn and giving the magical boy an indignant glare. “Like, why are you so angry wangry with Penny Wenny, Finnegan Winnegan?” the whimsical girl asked the bandaged young man. “Like, what did she ever wever do to you?”

For the third time in a row, Finn flinced, this time at the sudden sickly sweet presence. And the fact that she knew his full name? Word does get around quick! He turned to face MDP with a comical, tired look. "Must I repeat myself for everyone???"

Seeing as this was his cue, Oliver gently pulled MDP off to the side. "They're...getting it settled. I hope." He explained to her.

“They aresie?” MDP asked, slightly tilting her head at the boy she’d only just now noticed was there. “Like, Magical Dream Princess super duper hopes so, too~! (giggle!) But, like, who are you? Magical Dream Princess doesn’t thinkie winkie she’s ever wever seen you beforsie…”

The ghost smiled. "Oliver Kyle. I kinda arrived here with Finn, and now I'm here to keep him from doing anything stupid." He introduced himself, both of them comically glancing at each other before looking back.

Penny would thaw slightly at seeing MDP again, the news she brought was nice as well. As much has she trusted her abilites to detect lies, secondary verification was always appreciated. "Tracking down the Mint isn't easy, at this point I wouldn't be surprised to learn that they have things set up to specifically stymie Beacon's attempts. Which I am a member of in case you forget." She would let out a sigh before rolling her shoulders too release some tension. "Which makes excising the Ascendency even more difficult."

"Not everyone within Beacon agrees with them, most of the local girls don't and neither does the current leader. That said murdering them won't help, if anything it will make those that agree rally behind that death and push for a total purge. Proving them wrong is the best option at the moment, hence why I'm in the tournement." She would explain folding her arms across her stomach. "They want to burn the place down, but I can talk them down from that if I can get the mirror first, as all of us in Beacon agree that giving it back to a Horror's follower is a bad idea."

"Tracking down the Mint isn't easy, tracking down the mint isn't easy- Have you even tried??? Has anyone in fact?? Even Maura or Veronica???" Finn sarcastically retorted, holding his arms out wide as if to emphasize.

"As a matter of fact I have" Penny would retort. "Veronica leaving in the way she did has done nothing to make things easier and everything to make it harder."

"...You disagree and yet you let them continue to run wild? People can be stubborn on both ends, Kid." Before Finn could say something else, Lauren, though appearing uncomfortable with the change of outfit the island gave, walked over. She paused, then groaned. "Look this debate over if pacifism or manslaughter will settle this is getting nowhere and getting on our damn nerves, manly mine." The witch then turned to Penny and straightened up, bowing like a soldier would to their rival.

"I didn't get to introduce myself proper. Lauren Corvus, 8th incarnation of the Witch of Order. I've collaborated with the Canadian and European branches of the Beacon. Unlike this bozo who's instead on their kill list." "Hey!!"

"Penny Asimov, Beacon initiate. Though I've got an odd amount of pull due to my unique station." She would introduce herself again. Her status as Queen was already known, and not fully relevant at the moment. "I'm nearing six months with them, though some of that time was stole away from me."

"Far as I can tell the fact that the Ascendency has slowed down what they've been doing is a good sign, but you might know better if you've worked with more than a single city branch."

The judge grimaced. "Honestly, I would've said something when the Inquisitor was challenged, but me and my sisters felt that it wasn't in our place to intervene." she explained. "Even if they are slowing down patrols, we don't know if someone could try anything stupid to put things back into square one. There's always an odd one out in the group. I get what you're both saying, but instead of butting heads, why don't you just....damn if I know, work together?? Last thing I need is to be your local janitor."

Meanwhile, MDP was trying to follow along with the ongoing conversation, but was becoming increasingly lost. Instead, she turned her attention to Oliver. “Sooo, like, Oliver Woliver and Finnegan Winnegan are friendy wendies~?” the whimsical girl asked. “Like, it’s super duper nicey wicey that you keep him out of trouble wouble,” she added with a smile. “Oh~! And it’s, like, super duper nicey wicey to meet you, too~! (giggle!) Like, would you like to be friendy wendies with Magical Dream Princess~?! Would you~?! Would you~?!” she asked excitedly.

"I mean, with a temper like his, someone's gotta keep him calm." Oliver shrugged. "Besides that, he isn't really that scary. Kinda like a bear... Hehe, a teddy bear." He chuckled. Then MDP asked if they could be friends too.

"Well if you're okay with a casper then... Okey." He shrugged again, barely phased and with a polite smile.

“Yaaay~!” MDP cheered with innocent glee. Like, that makes Magical Dream Princess sooo super duper happy wappy~! (giggle!) But, like, what does Oliver Woliver mean by a casper wasper~?” MDP inquired, tilting her head in puzzlement.

Oliver dramatically (playfully, more like) gasped. "Ya don't know who Casper the Friendly Ghost is???"

“Ummm… Not really….” MDP replied with a frown. “Is it a cartoony woony~? ‘Cause, like, Magical Dream Princess wasn’t allowed to watch any wany of those…” Then her eyes widened as something occurred to her. “Oh~! But, like, does that mean Oliver Woliver is a ghosty wosty~?!” she asked with childish wonderment.

Okay, now he was being serious. Oliver's eyes widened. He blinked twice, before wraping an arm around MDP. "Oh honey, we have GOT to binge watch some old cartoons someday, including Casper. Dunno how ya'd like the 1995 film, but I may have some VHS tapes back home I could get, ghost's honor!" he grinned.

“Wowie zowie~!” MDP squealed in delight, her eyes going wide and seeming to sparkle with a thousand stars. “Magical Dream Princess would absodutelylutely wuv that~! (giggle!)” she told Oliver with an overjoyed smile, while bouncing up and down in gleeful excitement. “Watching cartoony woonies with friendy wendies is, like, the besty westiest~!”

Penny's lip would twitch up at the conversation that MDP and Oliver were having. She knew that one of these days that her and MDP would have to have a movie marathon with all of the old classics.

On the more serious side of things "It wouldn't take much, Rachel is looking for an excuse. It's why I wanted to talk with Finn. I'd prefer to work things out and long term work together. Especially since I know that she is keeping an eye out for Sanctuary related things."

"I dunno, it could be risky on this kid's end. They know he's a sinner." Lauren stated, pointing a thumb to Finn, who at this rate gave up on keeping things on the down low. The witch then smirked. "Althooough, she wouldn't dare cross paths with a witch or two, would she?"

"Ha, one thing at a time. Let's see if Rachel is willing to uphold a small bargain first before trying to get everything all at once." Penny would say with a smile. "All of us trying to talk to her at once will push her over the line. She went through a pretty horrific event due to a Monstergirls banding together once already. We need to prove that we aren't her enemy first. That's my goal with the Mirror right now. Talking Finn down from a Challenge is to keep her from assuming the worst of the Sanctuary."

"What prompted the sudden hostility by the way?" She'd ask looking at Finn. "We seemed to have been on the same page not to long ago, what changed?"

"..." Admittedly, Finn was hesitant in answering. He had been trying to explain something, anything as to why things were at a stalemate. And yet it seemed Penny was more trusted than this lowly stranger. It was too obvious for his oblivious anger. He expressed no hostility towards Lauren however, Maura had told him she and her sisters had truced. Guess this was damage control? The wrathful boy crossed his arms, looking away with a frown. How the hell was he supposed to explain that people left cause of Penny?

Penny would wait paitently to see if Finn would speak up, frowning slightly when it became apperent that he wasn't going to. She would cut a quick glance at Lauren in speculation, but wouldn't speak on such. instead she would refocus on Finn. "At least assure me that your reasons are important." She would say "I'd rather not think you'd be willing to kill me over something petty."

They... They are." Finn would nod. But if it is to him, or to the others, even he didn't know. "And for the last time, I don't intend to kill anyone."

"I wouldn't have given you much of a choice" Penny would smile sadly "A challenge for the crown is settled with a fight, In front of witnesses. The fight goes until one of the participants surrenders, or dies. Being knocked unconscious doesn't end it." She would explain "And I've let every challeneger know that I will only stop when dead. Those I'm sheltering deserve nothing less" There was one other way to remove Penny from the throne that she would be willing to accept, but she wouldn't advertise it.

Although MDP was enjoying her conversation with her new friend, her limited attention span kept drifting back to Penny and Finn (and Lauren, too, although the whimsical girl had regrettably forgotten her name). She was particularly puzzled by the bandaged boy’s reluctance to speak on why he wished to challenge Penny. It seemed strange that someone who was being so forceful and belligerent didn’t want to reveal the reason for his obvious anger.

“Ummm… Oliver Woliver~?” MDP asked her new friend in as much of a whisper as her excitable, high-pitched voice could manage. “Like, do you know why Finnegan Winnigan is so angry wangry~?”

"He's...been through alot." Oliver would explain back in a whisper. "Part of me thinks that sort of anger was always there, just more restrained. He was never one to let an ally get hurt. Especially by his own hand... But some people would rather toy with such anger, use him as a weapon among other things. Having been force a bad hand, I suppose it was inevitable it'd be unleashed. Thus his title of the Sinner of Wrath."

Oliver then frowned. "He doesn't like that title. He can be brutal, yes, but every time he was forced to kill it haunts him. And maybe I'm partly to blame for not always being there for him, or not being a good enough friend or partner but there's a good person in there. Just...kinda stupid."

“Like, that soundy woundies kinda winda scary wary…” MDP said with a frown. “But Magical Dream Princess thinkie winkies everybodywody can changey wangey, if they work super duper hard at it~!” she added, brightening up significantly. “And, like, having good friendy wendies helpy welpies a LOT, so, she’s super duper happy wappy that Finnegan Winnegan has such super duper nicey wicey friendy wendy, like Oliver Woliver~! (giggle!)”

The corner of Oliver's mouth quirked up into a smile. "We're both doing our best."

“Um, Oliver Woliver?” MDP asked as a very important question popped into her ditzy mind. “Like, Magical Dream Princess was wondering… If you’re a ghosty whosty, then does that mean you can’t give huggy wuggies?” she asked, frowning slightly.

The ghost blinked. "I mean..." He looked around before setting his sights on the distracted Finn. He casually walked up next to him and hugged the other boy.

"Ack- Again?!" Finn exclaimed in surprise.

"As you can see, Dan's magic helps make me more corporeal. Does take a bit of effort outside of here, but hugs aren't a problem!" Oliver explained to MDP.

"You're still cold you dimwit."

"Oh? I didn't see you complaining back at the Feast Hall did I?" The ghost smugly retorted the other boy.

“Oh, wowie zowie~!” MDP squealed in delight. “Oliver Woliver can give huggy wuggies~! (giggle!) Awww~!” she cooed placing her hands over her chest. “Like, you two look super duper adorable worable together wether~! (giggle!)”

"Again, again?!" Finn's voice gained a higher pitch from MDP calling the two adorable, like Kate had back at the Feast Hall. Oliver, seeing the other boy's face flushed in embarassment(?), decided to draw back to a side hug with a giggle.

Penny would let out a giggle of her own as she stepped around the two boys, moving to give MDP a small hug so as not to be left out on the hugs going around. "Finn" She would say, her arms stil encircled around her girlfriend. "Thank you for at least humoring me and agreeing to talk first. I know we haven't really dealt with anything yet, but I'm willing to sit down when we have more time to really dig in to things if you are"

"...Yeah. We'll see." Not like Finn had a choice at this point. He'll just have to play nice for now. At least he's calm again.

"Okay then, if you pairs of lovebirds are done talking, I gotta take Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum back to Maura." Lauren finally spoke up, having decided to just lean against the wall until the four were done talking.

Penny would cut a slightly annoyed look at Lauren but otherwise not respond to the witch. Instead, she would nod towards the two boys "Finn. Oliver. I'll catch you two later." She'd then give MDP a gentle squeeze before letting her go. "I'd should be off as well. My match is bound to start any minute now." She say as she would move towards the locker room, her focus now shifting to her upcoming match now that this had been shelved for now.

MDP giggled happily as she snuggled into her girlfriend’s embrace. “Like, huggy wuggy time is the besty westiest timey wimey of all~” she cooed, closing her eyes and smiling blissfully. A moment later, her eyes shot open as a thought occurred to her. “Oh~! Magical Dream Princess knows~!” she squealed in delight. “Like, we should all have a group huggy wuggy~! (giggle!)” the whimsical girl declared in her usual innocent manner. “That’ll, like, totally wotally make everybodywody feel aaaaall better wetter~! (giggle!)”

At MDP's suggestion, Finn quickly shook his head. "N-No thank you! I think we're all okay now! Besides I'd rather just cuddle him in private at this rate. Good lord..." He mutter the last sentence, sheepishly looking away.

"There are private cabanas dotted across the beaches here if you need them." Penny would toss out with a smirk. She would remain silent on the thought of a group hug, as she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about such an idea. On the one hand touch starved, on the other lingering touch phobic. Would require more contemplating.

Finn snapped his head back to Penny. "How did you-?!" He cut himself off. To think maybe. A second passed when he spoke up again. "That...That'll work. Thanks. ...You can let go now, Oli." "Nah."

Though from seeing Finn's annoyed glare, Oliver released him, and the two walked off. Lauren stood back up from her spot against the wall, then with a nod to Penny and MDP, followed behind the other duo.

"Pardon my french but what the fuck."
Current Location: The Great Escape

"Eheh, it's...a long story." Fable nervously chuckled. He did want to explain, but did Betty know what espers were? How would she take it? Or really, how would she react to him having a mechanical second form? When asked if she could put ice with her coffee, the boy only shrugged. "I-It isn't really. Some people prefer iced coffee. Haven't exactly tried any but who knows." He explained.

Like Betty, the boy caught glimpse of a young girl(?)...exiting the men's restroom. Okay, as confused as he was, there had to be an explanation for it. Though some weren't exactly good, they didn't seem to have drugs or any sign of conflict. Were they an esper too? From what he gathered some esper forms can be drastic enough to change their age and gender. Seemed like the most likely case, but it didn't reassure Fable completely. Probably was some creep as far as he was concerned... He turned his attention back to Betty.

The white-haired girl had offered to let him watch a bit of her performance. Guess his theory about her being the violin player was correct! Fable tilted his head when she mentioned having stage anxiety, and her mother. "Hey, stage fright is normal. I'm not judging on the other part too, just means you got a supportive mom. Er, not that I'm assuming anything!" He quickly clarified. Then she asked of his moniker. Before Fable could answer, he noticed the same feminine fellow they spotted approachingthemandgrabbingBetty'schair-

"Eek-?!" Fable quickly reached out to stop Betty from going through the sudden portal, or to stop the other youth from portaling her away. A moment too slow. His eyes were left widened. Where the hell did they put her. Without moving a muscle he looked the the...duo?? That sat down in Betty's place. Mary didn't seem to acknowledge his presence or the fact that they put Betty between a rock and a hard place. Instead they spouted out some confusing stuff revolving gender and color. What.

But for the far former, the puppet did. The puppet was alive. Atleast it seemed to be. But still. What.

Despite his unamusement at Denny calling him handsome, he listened to their request. "Ze, Zir...?" Despite his subtle confusion, atleast that cleared something up. But why would ze turn to him? Was it cause he was the only other kid in the diner? Or...

Gah, whatever! The sooner this passes, the sooner he can go look for Betty! Fable looked back to Mary, figuring out what to say to zir. "Guess we're all having rough days, hm? You wanna talk about it?" He politely asked.

However the boy casually stuffed a hand into his hoodie's pocket, where he carefully held his pocketwatch. Just in case. He couldn't let his guard down yet.

"Wait, what time is it? ....Oh."
Current Location: The Great Escape

Looks like the owner noticed his discomfort with the loud noise. Fable had reached over to carefully grab his drink with both hands when the man suggested he'd sit in the back. He thought for a second. Didn't seem like anyone was back there, atleast to him. Maybe he wouldn't need to hide his face after all. The boy looked back to the owner and nodded with a faint smile. "That'd be perfect, thank you." He said, then stepped away to look for a seat. As much as he didn't want to draw attention to himself, he wasn't aware that someone had followed him. Atleast not yet.

With a huff, Fable sat down and pulled his hood down. He didn't want to sit too far back, just far enough. Maybe he could've been on stage himself if he thought to have brought an instrument with him. Ah well, maybe next time when he wasn't feeling off. Before he could take a sip of his coffee though, someone had sat down next to him. The boy quietly flinched in surprise. Maybe he should've expected it. Atleast the lady seemed nice. He relaxed slightly as Betty introduced herself. "U-Um, I was outside for the most part. The roof." Fable explained with a shrug, then tilted his head. "Though I swear I heard violin music, but it stopped abruptly. I'm guessing that was you...?" The quiet boy asked.

When Betty took the lid off her coffee cup, he caught a whiff of it's scent. Caramel huh? He was more of a mocha person himself. Speaking of, Fable finally took a sip of his drink when the girl asked him why he was drinking so late. He didn't answer outright, moreso figuring out what she meant. Then something dawned to him.

"This hour? What do you- W-Wait, did you say evening??" Fable's eyes widened. He searched his pockets for his phone and checked the time. It was a little past 7 PM by now. "...Oh crap." Okay, maybe he shouldn't be taking in caffeine so late in the day. He looked back over to Betty, slightly frustrated. "I guess my internal clock's that screwed up. I mean, I know I've been sluggish all day, but to loose track of time? No wonder I forgot to get coffee earlier!" He ranted, pinching the bridge of his nose. Wait, he was ranting to a stranger. What was he thinking?? Fable straightened himself back up, and glanced away sheepishly. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to vent to you like that. We just met." He glanced back to introduce himself. "C-Call me Fable."
...In fairness, I've stopped caring about Smash, forever ago. So let people have their sixteenth sword user, if that'll make'em happy.


Okay on one hand that is vaguely insulting to the character but you do you,

On another, it's actually 22 apparently. Counting both fighter pass and base game characters.
Note: A bunch of NPCs from a magical girl RP. Decided to move them here to avoid scrolling too far.





WE THOUGHT IT COULDN'T BE CAUSE OF DISNEY

WE WERE WROOONG

and of course some people are upset, k e k I'm just shocked they made it possible!

"And here. We. Go."
Current Location: The Great Escape

On the roof of the Great Escape sat a young boy. Once again he had snuck away from his family, and once again he wandered the city on his own. It felt like a week had passed since Fable found his grimore, his reason to explore farther without fear. As it turns out the owner of the abandoned clock shop the boy stumbled upon was murdered. By who or what, he'd have to look into it further, but something told him the shade that attempted to kill him had a hand in it.

He'll admit, practicing his powers was a bit hard. The more brutal monsters tend to be out of sight if he couldn't makeshift a training dummy on the spot, then there's the risk of overexertion, area damage and unnecessary casualties. But it was really interesting. The little aspects fueled his curiosity. He wanted to know more, about the big leads of the esper community, about monsters, about everything!

So, why did Fable feel so sluggish today? The boy laid back to think. He made sure to go home before curfew, sure he sometimes stayed up late, but he woke up around the same time regardless. He wasn't sure if his Esper form had anything to do with it, maybe he was burnt out?

"Hmm....coffee." He came to a conclusion. He hadn't had his coffee yet. Fable climbed down from the roof and went inside.

Huh. Kinda loud in here. He slightly wished he had brought his own music player to drown out the current performance. Not meaning to offend anyone, he just doesn't like loud noises in general. Adjusting his hoodie, Fable walked up to the counter to order his drink.
"Damn, does this place even have a phone signal??" Finn mutter to himself, having grabbed his phone out of his hammerspace. Well, tried to, with Oliver hitching a piggyback ride at this point. Idly walking to somewhere with less people, he attempted to call someone. "... Hey, Riona! Is there a chance you know a town called Penrose?"

Dina's aspect had degraded considerably ever since she had set foot in the Christmas party. While her regal cat-girl self was still present, she was frazzled and nervous, and the usual stoic demeanor had been replaced by deep frown. Furthermore, her tail was showing signs of being pretty on edge, as it curled against one of her legs.

"May I have a moment of your time?" She said, corteusly as she approached Finn from a safe distance.

The two looked back to Dina, though Oliver appeared slightly worried for the regent.

"I'm gonna have to call you back, Rio." Finn said to the phone, then hung up. "Do you require the both of us, or myself alone?" He simply asked her.

"It matters not." Dina sighed."It would have been good if Maura was here as well." Dina did say.

"Hmm..." Finn hummed in thought, looking behind himself, and to his shadow. "Give me a moment." He told Dina, calling Maura through their mental link. A couple of seconds passed when the witch in question appeared from behind him, albeit appearing shaken. Maura glanced up to Dina.

"Miss Denisova?" She tilted her head, then frowned. "...How are you holding up?"

"I have had better days." Dina would then say, offering a tired smile. "We all have had better days."

Maura managed a crooked smile. "Happens to the best of us." Though the empty feeling of failure didn't fade easily, she had to carry on. "Now, you required our audience for...?" She asked next.

Meanwhile Oliver had climbed off Finn's back to stand next to him. "I think we might already know."

"That makes this a bit...faster. Sanngridr has informed me of your intentions." Dina would then say. "Therefore I must ask. Is it really necessary to do it? Regardless of how bad the situation is, something like that must not be taken lightly. Is there no other way to solve it?"

Oliver blinked. "That quick? Geez."

Though Finn didn't react as strongly, instead folding his hands behind his back. "Lady Denisova. Has Asimov ever planned a retaliation against the Ascendancy? Or the Mint? Has she tried to find the whereabouts of the latter, or done anything that could lessen their grip on Penrose? Whatever this sanctuary is, does she expect to just...hide everyone away until either one's persistence fades off and they screw off the ruin the next town over? He asked. Then frowned. "Do you really believe she's fit to make things right? For heaven's sake, I'm not sure what this branch's stance on Cradle is-"

"As far as I know, Alicia and I have settled on neutral terms." Maura spoke up.

"Still though, there's gotta be more people can do besides sit on their asses for the next wave of God-Knows-What. Do you even have a plan, at all?" Finn asked. "Does anyone...?"

"The Sanctuary is a haven. What would a haven have to do with proactively rooting out threats? That is not our goal. It never was. However, lording up a lot of people has made both Queens...lose focus. And people have lost focus." Dina would then reply."It's not that she is fit, but who else can dissuade those who look for a quick stab and brownie points at monster girls? You seem to be unaware that most girls who get turned into this... become fragile in their minds, and they do need guidance. They're easy prey."

"Penny is still nominally Beacon, and she won't retaliate against the Ascendancy. But that also means that Rachel has to excommunicate her before making a move. It's not straightforward." Dian would then say. "And as you say, Alicia is a moderate."

Dina would then say. "Also, the Mint strength is that it operates in subtle ways. Rooting them out would be a task only someone in the level of the Ascendancy can undertake." She then elaborated. "I'm not even sure what's left of this city can handle that." She paused. "I do have an inkling that if we keep Sanctuary up and running, despite the last Mint raid, we will eventually get someone to turn the coat and talk."

"What I have been told is that Penny is willing to forfeit her claim on the whole mirror and tournament if you're willing to compromise." Dina would then add. "Even if that means I lose this dimension and my patron's favour if we end up with so few people on it."

Finn's brows furrowed, though he remained silent. "...As far as I know, we've both lived as this for a very, very long time. And yet you act as if I don't understand." He crossed his arms, an act to keep himself calm. He didn't want to argue with her. He didn't... "Friends, both humane and monster, slaughtered and used, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it but try and get stronger. Even I had close calls for getting corrupted." Finn moved the bandages that covered his other eye out of the way. It appeared to be a burn scar, but looking closely it appeared magic in origin. More notably, it turns out he was half blind. His other eye nearly whited out completely.

He quickly covered it back up. "I know what I'm getting into. I've been here long enough to know. I'd think you of all people would get that. He refused to elaborate further into his title of Sinner, lest he'd be made an enemy by the corrupted magicals as well. The mention of a compromise regained his attention for a second. However, the mentions of possible costs, possible lives to be lost soured his mood.

Finn scowled coldly. "If you two only wish to speak just so you can disway me, then forget it." He turned to walk away.

"It's never worth it, sir Finn." Dina would then elaborate. "I understand what you are getting at, but I cannot abide by it."

"How do you think the Ascendancy was born? What makes you better than Rachel, if you begin to think that all the suffering that might happen now is worth a sense of security which we may never have?"Dina would then answer back.

"..." His expression broke for a moment, a moment that he didn't wish for anyone to see. He won't be dissuaded. He can't be. The comparisons of him to Rachel pissed him off enough to bounce back though. He sarcastically laughed. "Hah! You really think an enemy of Beacon would follow the same whims as they? And here I thought them seeing me as naught but a brute was bad enough, but you guys are too??" Finn sounded slightly hurt. Nevertheless, he walked off, Oliver following behind in a worry.

That left Maura, who admittedly didn't know what to say.

"I lost my family to the Bolsheviks, sir Finn. Zealots are never good!" Dina would then say. "Please, come back! I'll give you anything!" It was Dina's turn to break... as she fell to her knees in a slump. "...anything."

"The Russian Revolution..." Maura whispered. She quietly stepped over to comfort Dina.

"Please... stop this. It's bad enough for me to lose my patron and fight the Ascendancy for the dimension. It's bad enough that there's people hurt. I never wanted any of this, but they overrided my whims." She curled up to her knees, her grace gone. "Don't make me witness a revolutionary war in Penrose all over again."

It felt nauseating trying to figure out what to. At this rate, Maura might as well join Dina in her despair. She didn't know who's side to choose. Hell, being accused of choosing sides was what kickstarted this fresh hell in the first place. Whatever happens in the future, she wholeheartedly dreaded it. "I'll...see what I can do." The witch hesitantly said, going off to follow the other two.

"Guess negotiations have failed. I'm just a joke of a diplomat, aren't I? What use are these powers of friendship to begin with..." Dina would then sob for a moment, before standing up. "I guess it can't be avoided, It'll be a long conflict then." Dina would then say.

Dina would then feel another presence nearby. Rowena, having overheard the attempted negotiation, walked up next to her, ever silent. Though in this case it was a comforting silence. The witch of Life gently patted Dina on the head, hoping to reassure her.

...

..

Believe it or not, the boy overheard her pleas. Guilt struck Finn dead in the heart, but he kept going. He had to keep going. He had to. He won't be dissuaded, he won't be dissuaded, even if he's trembling he won't be-

"Finn! Finn!!" Oliver snapped him out of his stupor, jogging up next to him. The ghost's eyes widened at the other's expression, one Finn didn't even know he had. "Hey, are you okay?"

"We're leaving."

"Weren't we already heading out-"

Then Maura appeared again by them. "Hey, I don't mean to question your crusade on it's planning phase, but I reeeeally suggest you go find Penny before Dina has a mental breakdown." She told Finn.

"...Are you kidding me? Do they really believe I'd automatically resort to violence with this?! How much of a brute do they think I am?!" Finn was trembling in place through a mix of emotions.

"Well you did charge into the stadium like guns akimbo." Oliver spoke up.

"Shut it. Oli." The other boy said through gritted teeth.

Maura sighed. "Look, both you and Dina been through Hell, but you gotta throw her a bone here. Please, don't make me order you to do so."

At this rate Finn gave up on thinking straight. On one hand, his guilt told him to go ahead and negotiate and be reasonable. On another, the risk of innocent lives lost told him it wasn't worth it. On another, something told him that all of this wasn't worth it. To just grab Oliver and go home and forget about all of this if people won't trust him.

He stood frozen, trying to decide which emotion to follow.

"... Goddamnit, you both owe me for this. Finn conceded, heading back to look for Penny. He grabbed a cigar from his hammerspace and lit it up. "Let's go, Oliver! Gonna need someone to keep me from wringing throats..." He groaned. The ghost in question followed behind, as tired as he is.

Dina's ears would perk up, as she would rise up, approaching Finn. She eyed the rest of the people. "I thank you for your mercy...This shall not be forgotten." She said, her voice almost choking.

"Before you do, there's something I must tell you in private." She added.

Finn's eye darted back to Dina. He could only muster a nod through the emotions he was sorting through. Though when she asked to tell only him something, one of his brows rose. What now? Taking a puff away from Dina's direction, the boy nodded to Oliver for him to go ahead of him.

Dina would then approach Finn, from one side. Her usual demeanor was present, with one subtle difference. Her tail was now standing upright, but it wasn't precisely due to fear. It was something else cat owners could identify.

"I don't really do this in public, you know." She said, as she gave Finn a kiss in the cheek, before nuzzling her cheek against his neck. "Once this is over...you could use a dinner, sir Finn."

Finn flinched at, once again, the sudden affection given to him. "Er, I-I'll consider it..." He muttered, flustered.

"Now, if you would excuse me..." Dina then said, doing a curtsy before taking her leave.

The boy took a second to watch her go, then placed his cigarette back into his mouth. "..." He grazed a hand over his cheek, then shook his head. "Man." With that, he finally hurried off to catch up with Oliver.
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