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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The PRA.

Interactions: Lila (@NoriWasHere), Stormy (@Blizz), & Luca/Bianca (@FernStone).

The Halloween Festival. The Beach Bar. Cracker Island.

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”Oh.” Luca turned to Trevor with an apologetic smile. ”Are your hands alright? Sorry about uh… the rotting. I can’t do anything about it without this guy,” he gestured to Stormy with his thumb, ”to keep it under control. I appreciate it, though, I’m okay cause you healed me… Well it was you guys fault I was like that, heh, but all good now.”

Luca

Trevor raised his now-bandage-free hands.

"Naw, it's all good now!" Trevor began with a grin from underneath this mask, "Had to get Maximilian to drive me to the Seattle Office so their healer can heal me."

He laughed.

"Who heals the healer, indeed!"

Though, the "Coven" were currently laying into Meifeng. Not that Trevor could blame 'im! That was none of his business, unfortunately!

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”It is not my place to decide whether you should be forgiven. And I have no right to take you up on your offer. But, I’m glad you mention it… I was not present when you overstepped. But my understanding of your command structure is that you have a superior you answer to. Director Alcott, I believe their name is? Do they allow you the freedom to maintain a positive relationship with us? With Greenwood? 8th Street?”

Stormy

Cindy laughed, almost snorting the margita out of her nostrils.

"Director Alcott is like so above this," Cindy answered, "They are concerned with the organization as a whole, not every little thing each office is doing."

"What she said," Meifeng answered. "Director Alcott wants the city under control by any means necessary. They do not mind if we work with benevolent groups such as Greenwood and you all..."

"8th Street..." Cindy snorted. "Every morning, I tell Meifeng that today should be the day we end Emily G. Reed's reign of terror! Maybe taking out Vashti and Emily will put them on the straight and narrow." She laughed.

"We tolerate 8th St... for now," Meifeng flatly said. Again, she kept quiet about their little deal with 8th Street for obvious reasons. "As a little thank you for their contributions towards eliminating a certain group."

”You were angry, because Kali Mahendra was killed. We were angry because he was killed. Now, my friends can tell you that I be irrational myself. But… Was there not a better way to prove we were innocent? You are a government agency, you likely knew exactly where we were at the time of his death, every last one of us. And more importantly, you had to have known that we were all returning here for a reason, including Kali; An agent who our leader contacted.”

Stormy

"I was the one tracking you all! Including your weird ass porn habits! I think I'm going to ne-" Trevor tried to butt in and got a sharp elbow from Meifeng.

Meifeng took a sip of her drink... which was halfway empty, and then shook her head as she answered, "You do know the field we are in, correct?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Supernatural crimes... while we did have all of your locations, Agent Mahendra was conveniently in a place where there were..." Meifeng raised a finger with each point. "... No cameras, witnesses, or traces of a killer. By my logic, one of you used magic to kill him and cover your tracks. Would that be too far out of reason?"

Meifeng sighed.

"While Agent Mahendra told me a lot, there was a lot of information he was... withholding. It was clear he wasn't the right person to send," Meifeng glanced at Bianca momentarily.

"Let me point out that I was against the whole plan for him to go undercover to begin with," Cindy laughed as she flicked the feather duster in the air. Meifeng was silent as Cindy continued, "Just look where it got us!"

"Hey, let me just jump in here. Look, Stormy, it wasn't just about Kali. That was a part of it... But you're so mad because people, friends, got hurt. You'd go after anyone who attacked other coven members, right? A big part of it was Everleigh beating me up in the Veni parking lot for absolutely no reason. It was my day off, I was trying to make sure the situation didn't get out of control... And Everleigh slammed me with a shadow fist for sending a text. If the situation was reversed, if I'd punched Everleigh multiple times while the rest of my group was starting a gang war, would you not go after me and my... Uh, friends, in that situation? Not justifying it, but it was more than just Kali... It was also one of her agents getting attacked unprovoked. Just wanted to fill in the missing details, y’know.”

Bianca

"That was the major contributor," Meifeng began, shaking her head as she said, "Nobody hurts my agents."

Then Meifeng's mind was brought to the other thing, and she spoke to Stormy,

"... One of your members attempted to outright kidnap someone, as well. Then that all-out gang war..." Meifeng shook her head. "... Let me shut up."

“I do appreciate the apology but you’re not forgiven.”

Lila

”So, I’m sure you can understand why your apology isn’t easy to believe.”

Stormy

Meifeng took a sip of the margarita she shared with Cindy and then lifted her head as she answered with a simple...

"... Then don't."

Meifeng knew that from here on in, action would speak louder than words, and honestly, she didn't want anything to do with any of the Coven groups. The only issue is that Director Alcott wanted that Stygian Snake... and it was clear that one of its keys was the Sycamore Tree Coven. Not that she was going to tell them that the PRA's goal in St. Portwell was anything but eliminating the radical factions such as the Wolfpack, Dollhouse, and the leftover Nazis.

Unlike a certain someone in their presence.

"I'm not going to sit here and try to convince you all to forgive me. I apologized, and you all chose not to accept it, as you have the choice to, as you are all adults. Only actions can fix things, yes?" Meifeng began her speech, then sighed. "It won't ever happen again; I can only promise that."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Now I'm dying to bring back Aslin.

@Estylwen

do it

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Alright thots, I completed the rich kid clique. Esty will definitely recognize one of these guys. :P

the rest of the rich kids

Jaska.Valos
20 | Jaska River-Walt Valos | He/Him "Wassup. Jake says everything will be fine, so why shouldn't I believe him when he's never been wrong?"	Description: A "sort of" member of the Old Coven and a significant reason that the Valos twins are not liked. To begin, a woman named Reiko Ain existed, a descendant of a nameless tribe (Referred to as "The Tribe") of Abominable that traveled from place to place. It was unknown where they came from, but they could breed with humans and blend in with them to an extent. Reiko left the tribe when she was a grown woman and drifted from place to place working for different supernatural organizations as a spy/intelligencer, enforcer, and more... and worked as an escort for a brothel in Boston known as "The High Society" staffed by paranormals for people with an "acquired taste." One person who frequented the club was Jason Valos, and he saw Reiko once. She got pregnant, eventually giving birth to her son, Jaska. However, Reiko was not one to sit around and raise a child, as she thought that Jaska would be in better hands with his father, and her life was not suitable for a child. So one morning, when Jaska was old enough, she chucked him through the window of the Valos Manor and disappeared into the night. Leaving the Valos confused as they had a winged child in their midst now... and after a DNA test, it was proven that Jaska was indeed Jason's child. The remaining Valos siblings gave Jaska the cold shoulder, except for Johnny Valos, who welcomed him with open hands. Things were good, but the Valos were unaware of the true nature of Jaska's abstraction, and more importantly the trigger phrase for his Outer-Devil form, "Little Devil". Upon hearing this phrase one day, Jaska transformed into a fearsome, four-legged, dragon-like beast that went on a rampage. He caused millions of dollars worth of damage to the Valos manor, and forced Jake, Gabe, and Sylvia, to undergo their kindling event, before he was restrained by Jason and returned to normal. Since then, everyone has treated Jaska like a monster and ensured that they never say that phrase around him again. However, despite it all, Johnny still treated him like a person and eventually got the other Valos to come around. There were a few other incidents, but Jaska really didn't like to transform. He felt alone. What didn't help was the fact that, towards the end of the conflict with the Stygian Snake, Jake and Gabe "enlisted" Jaska, who was ten at the time, into the Coven. Their logic was that people were dropping like flies, and Jaska was a powerhouse - a very unstable powerhouse - but with the help of some Pink Lux, they managed to control the Outer Devil form to utilize as a weapon. Of course, Jaska didn't like this, nor did most of the Coven. So when Jake, Gabe, and the others left, so did Jaska. He didn't know what to do with his life as his features made him feel like an outcast, fortunately with the help of Lihn Phan, he was able to overcome most of his issues over time. Learn to forgive his siblings for using him as a WMD against the Stygian Snake, but not what he wanted to do with his life. However, once Auri called out to him, he was courteous enough to leave her on read. The Coven had enough bad memories. Jaska is a very peculiar boy... Most notably, he has two massive black bat-like wings on his back. They are, unfortunately, visible to the Blind so Jaska typically stays in the grounds of the Valos Manor during the day - or he wears some well concealing clothes. He Stands at five-eleven, he's skinny and looks just a little bit younger than he should due to his abstraction. Abstraction: Abominable - Outer-Devil. The Outer-Devil is an Abstraction that is hereditary, and some may consider Jaska Afflicted, but this is indeed an Abstraction passed down to him by his mother. It is unknown where the Outer Devil originated if it was spawned by belief or created, but it grants Jaska inhuman features alongside pyrokinesis. The Abstraction is separated into two different modes: Inactive and Active. The Outer Devil, when it's inactive, is Jaska Valos's typical form, a boy with wings and no other physical alterations. The wings... are just regular wings, and they possess enough strength to lift him off the ground and allow him to fly - even enough to bring one other person. His healing has been increased, but he won't be regenerating from a stab wound in seconds. He can heal much faster and regrow limbs (including his wings) as long as he constantly has food in his belly! As far as the pyrokinesis goes, it isn't as much manipulating flames as creating flames. He can cast a flamethrower out of his hands and create a whole inferno with focus. The Outer-Devil is an entirely different story when it's active. Once Jaska hears the phrase "Little Devil," he will transform into a four-legged, dragon-like monster that has the girth of a UPS Truck! Jaska possesses monstrous strength, durability, and speed in this form - losing his wings. His pyrokinesis is exponentially enhanced, and he can spew infernos like nothing, however it comes with a second effect. The environment will transform into a hellish wasteland as stone turns into brimstone, buildings crumble, and plantlife distingrate. The longer he is in this form, the further the effect spreads. While the Outer-Devil is active, he cannot control himself and will be a rampaging beast until he's critically injured, restrained long enough, or after a few hours when he transforms back on his own.
Sylvia.Cruz
26 | Sylvia Lana Cruz | She/Her "Chupa mi verga."	Description: Member of the Old Coven and defacto Valos. Why "defacto?" Well, you see, Daddy Valos (Jason) knocked up her mother, Anna, long before she was born and gave the world the wonderful Johnny Valos. Afterward, Anna moved on and found a husband, Yoel Cruz. The two got married, and Sylvia came into the world soon after! Sylvia, as many younger siblings do, reverred her older brother Johnny, even though her parents knew that Johnny was a bad influence. In Sylvia's eyes, he was the coolest of the cool, and she wanted to be just like him! Naturally, she followed Johnny around and ended up with him when he traveled to St. Portwell to spend time at the Valos manor. It took a while, but Sylvia just clicked with Gabe and Jake, and eventually, they accepted her as one of them - even calling them their sister from another mister. Sylvia even spent time with the Valos without Johnny! However, Sylvia was there the day Jaska had gone on a rampage and Kindled alongside Jake, Gabe, and Johnny. Ultimately, Sylvia went to St. Portwell during the infamous summer when the Stygian Snake began her rampage. Unlike most of the Coven, she was not saved by the Coven then roped in but by Jake and Gabe. And much like them, Sylvia was not well-liked among the Old Coven, nor did she like them. She liked to mess with the people there, and she was considered very annoying - not that she gave a shit. However, given her purple and orange lux mixture, she was instrumental and one of the few who could open portals to other dimensions. They tolerated her up until the end, and when Jake, Gabe, and the others in the "Rich Clique" left, Sylvia was right alongside them and gave not a single damn about the Coven at that point. Sylvia returned to Miami with adventures and tales to tell, but she wanted to do more with her life than have adventures. Did I ever mention that Sylvia had a love for music? She wanted to pursue a music career and began as an independent underground artist... eventually gaining a small following. After begging the Valos twins for months, she convinced them to get Jason Valos to back her and get her a record deal! The label saw her potential, and Sylvia Cruz became... Astrid Storm! A very influential artist who performed worldwide! She is famous for mixing rock, techno, and rap. She is infamous for her social media usage and was canceled several times over problematic posts. After the last time the label dropped her, she was forced to preform in small town music events and other small venues to get some money. Eventually, leading her back to St. Portwell... coincidentally around the time of the murders. When Auri put the call out to her, Sylvia responded with a poignant and complex: "suck my dick." (Note she doesn't have one yet). Sylvia is a short Cuban woman at five-one and is notable for her dyed white hair and never being far away from her guitar (it's her channeler!). She casts by playing her guitar. Abstraction: Adept - Purple & Orange. Channeler: Her Electric Guitar. Unbreakable Guitar: A passive spell that Sylvia has cast on her guitar, which makes it damn near impossible to break or destroy. Boomerang: Sylvia charges the guitar with a mixture of purple and orange luxes and launches it like a boomerang, spinning at incredibly high speeds. Then it returns to Sylvia even if she changed positions from when she previously threw the guitar. Boosting Riff: By playing her guitar, Sylvia can boost the abstractions of her allies nearby. Guitar Flight: Sylvia can fly on her guitar by sitting on it like a witch would ride a broom. Telekinesis: Sylvia can telekinetically manipulate the environment by playing the guitar. Crush: By playing a riff, Sylvia can telekinetically crush an object. Telekinetic-Wave: Sylvia's ultimate spell: she can play a mighty riff on her guitar; she creates a powerful wave of telekinetic energy that'll pound against the environment enough to send anything not nailed down flying. Flight-Granting: She can temporarily grant flight for up to half an hour by holding hands with someone. If those people are also holding hands if someone, then they also get flight.
Sage.Pimm
25 | Sage Royal Pimm | They/Them "The heavensent."	Description: The most standout members of the Old Coven, merely because it is difficult, if not impossible, to discern Sage's gender. This was a mixture of their odd genetics and preference to hide their gender (Nobody knows what's between Sage's legs. Nobody). They stand at six-four, are very skinny, and lack any curves but have a feminine voice, hair, and facial shape. They come from the Pimm family, one of the children of the famous actor Alan Pimm. Though, they were not technically born into the family they were instead the product of an affair with one of Alan's co-stars. Alan tried to keep Sage's existence a secret, but once it came out, he was slammed with accusations of power imbalance. Sage was introduced to the rest of the Pimm family, not with precisely open arms. They were the family's black sheep, as Alan always gave Sage the cold shoulder, and Sage had some morals, unlike the rest of the spoiled Pimm family. Sage didn't precisely like them either, so they primarily stayed with their mother as they felt as if they had a heart. However, the Stygian Snake began its rampage across St. Portwell and unfortunately Sage was one of its many victims. It killed her, Sage survived but underwent their Kindling Event and fled into the night (or mayb it spared them). It didn't take them long to run into the Old Coven, and Sage found their wealthy peers within the Old Coven, and they were the de facto leader of the "Rich Kids." They were the most well-liked among them and the most reasonable, who attempted to discuss the conflicts their clique started got into. Even after the Stygian Snake was defeated and everyone else saved for them and Trisha, they attempted to mediate all the arguments and keep the Coven together. They were more family than their family, after all! Alas, the Old Coven broke up, and Sage was among the last to leave, attempting to lead the Coven themselves for a stint! They had no choice but to return to the Pimm Family and were miserable with them, ultimately deciding to cut ties when they turned eighteen and left to live among the "middle class." Sage is currently in college, seeking to gain a degree in nursing, and they work themselves to death volunteering at various homeless and animal shelters. Then Sage heard that their siblings killed Alan Pimm, and her siblings Ellyn and Chester Pimm took over the family fortune. Sage returned to confront their family, and it ended with them getting severed, nearly dead, and leaving with some terrible memories... When Auri put out the call, while Sage wanted to rejoin, they were embarrassed about not having magic anymore so they just pretended they never got Auri's message. Abstraction: Sage was originally a Red, Green, Yellow, and Gold Adept that used their various Luxes as a flex role within the Old Coven. However, recently, they got severed after a faithful confrontation with their siblings...

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

So, I rewrote the descriptions for the Greenwood and 8th Street Covens since I felt like their descriptions were no longer accurate.

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GREENWOOD.COVEN "Guardians of a greener world!"

. . . . After the defeat of the Stygian Snake and the new rise of organizations, one was the Greenwood Coven. Unlike many of these organizations which rise and fell, the Greenwood Coven stood the test of time - being an organization that has felled several of them, most famously Das Sonnenrad. They are one of the most mysterious groups by design, as Greenwood members conceal their identities with disguises and use codenames to protect their identities from the other factions. They claim to be the protectors of nature, but at the end of the day, the Greenwood Coven is a group of magical hippies - they are relaxed love nature and get high all the time. You can call the Greenwood Coveneco-terrorists, vigilantes, and various other things, but at the end of the day, they are simply a group of friends having adventures. They get high, hang out, and spend time together as friends do when not in costume. However, one should not take them lightly as, despite their relatively small size and demeanor, they are a dangerous and influential faction that has severely damaged other factions, such as the Elite and the defunct Das Sonnenrad. They specialize in quick, hit-and-run attacks and other sabotage. They are not the up-front fighters like the rest of the St. Portwell factions, and they appear, do damage, and then vanish. The Greenwood Coven picks their battles very carefully and is one of the few peaceful organizations in the St. Portwell power struggle. However, they are the arch nemesis of the 8th Street Coven, who have been their longtime enemy, and they are also enemies with the Elite, Wolfpack, and any remnants of Das Sonnenrad are kil on sight. The Greenwood Coven is famous across St. Portwell for waging war against the Das Sonnenrad cult and being the one to kill Kaiser Draeger. Greenwood went to war with Das Sonnenrad after the latter killed two members of the Greenwood Coven and stole their artifacts. The Greenwood Coven's goal is to find the artifacts that Das Sonnenrad stole.

8TH.STREET.COVEN "Weaving magic, carving destiny!"

. . . . The terror of St. Portwell, the 8th St Coven is led by the infamous member of the Old Coven known as Emily G. Reed, with another former member Vashti Nour operating as her second in command. Emily's two little sisters Miranda and Jacqueline Reed, serve as her third-in-command, and together they operate the terror of St. Portwell's magical scene: The 8th St Coven. The 8th St. Coven is named after the location where they formed their pact, much like the Sycamore Tree Coven. There hasn't been a single organization that hasn't butted heads with them. Initially, the 8th Street Coven was formed to learn more about magic and see what boons they could get, but they gradually changed their idealogy. Their current goal is to gain magical supremacy in St. Portwell by metaphorically breaking the knees of other organizations to steal Artifacts. The 8th Street Coven is infamous in St. Portwell's magical scene for stealing different artifacts and bullying weaker factions or those who can't stand up for themselves. The 8th Street Coven gathers different artifacts under the instruction of Emily G. Reed, and they either keep the useful ones for later or sell them to the highest bidder. The 8th Street Coven is functionally a mobile magical arms dealer that has stolen artifacts from all over to sell to whoever - whether they be warlord, monster, or terrorist is irrelevant. Most of the brutality of 8th Street comes from the leadership of Emily and Vashti, who eliminate anyone who gets in their way with brutal efficiency. However, 8th Street is comprised of individuals who are either too apathetic to care about how savage their leadership is, or by broken people that Emily G. Reed has conned into joining in hopes of fixing their issues. The primary enemy of the 8th Street Coven is their longtime rival, The Greenwood Coven, and the two organizations have faced battles that have destroyed several sections of the city. To Emily, it's one big game of chess against Greenwood. However, the 8th Street Coven gets some appreciation for destroying Das Sonnenrad and forcing them out of St. Portwell alongside the Greenwood Coven.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The PRA.

Interactions: Lila (@NoriWasHere), Stormy (@Blizz), & Luca/Bianca (@FernStone).

The Halloween Festival. The Drinkline. Cracker Island.

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"Alright. Let’s find a table or two away from any Blinds. Then we can talk."

Stormy

Before Meifeng could speak, Trevor had snuck over, wearing that ridiculous Red Power Ranger costume, and sniveled, "... Segregation at its finest."

Meifeng jammed her elbow into his side - well, the side of his arm since she was so much taller than him - and said, "Trevor, enough."

Then she turned to Stormy as Fiona walked over. She was dressed as the Pink Power Ranger, but it didn't take a genius to tell there was something off about the costume. It was very ill-fitting given her inhuman features, but Trevor at the very least, made some attempt... it didn't feel right to leave the poor girl by herself.

"These two are coming with us, but don't worry about paying for drinks," Meifeng said before she placed a hand on Fiona's head, then Trevor's. "She's not of age, and he's not allowed to drink."

"Aw, I'm surprised you didn't tell me to fuck off," Trevor said.

"So you don't cause any trouble," Meifeng rolled her eyes. "Now let's go..."

Meifeng followed Stormy, and her suborbinates followed her... though, Cindy was right by her side. She was led to an outdoor bar with a great ocean view, the waves crashing against the shore.

"The view... heh..." Cindy said as she grabbed Meifeng's hand.

"So those brochures weren't lying," Maximilian laughed.

"You won't get sights like these in Philly, y'know," Samson said.

"That's because Philly's a rathole," Trevor laughed.

"Okay, Alabama Man," Samson shot back, laughing back.

"... Sure you can handle drinks for everyone?" Cindy asked Stormy. "I don't want to empty your bank account!"

Well, it didn't feel right using another man's dime, but Stormy was insistent on buying everyone drinks, why not? Meifeng was the first to order.

"I'll have a pineapple margarita," Meifeng said.

"That's a summer drink," Cindy laughed.

"Every day is summer if you make it,"

"I'll take what she's having,"

"Just share mine," Meifeng began, "I'm not getting plastered tonight. Neither of us should be trying to."

"Just some rum with a coke!" Samson ordered.

"I want..." Trevor tried to speak.

"Trevor..." Meifeng smiled at him as a gentle reminder.

"... A glass of water,"

"We'll have shots of vodka," Leon grinned from underneath his costume.

The bartender prepared their drinks... Meifeng just patiently waited like the disciplined woman she was. Her men were chatting, and so were the members of the Coven. She knew that some of them were apprehensive of her after her actions (and rightly so). However, she couldn't help but be curious about the sidebar conversation that Bianca and Lynn were having, especially hearing the "Mommy Meifeng" nickname and raised an eyebrow. Yet she kept silent.

Until...

”Now, let’s talk about what happened at the church,” he said, calmly. ”I wasn’t there, so why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Stormy

... There came the elephant in the room.

Meifeng knew she was way out of line for her actions, as mad as she was about what Everleigh did to Bianca. The rest of the Coven shouldn't have to suffer for the actions of one person. She should have just arrested Eve and touched bases with the Coven. Well, from a certain point of view, she accomplished both but made the latter so much harder.

It's not too late to fix things.

Meifeng glanced at Maximilian, who nodded his head.

"... How about we just skip to the crux of it all? I'm sure your Coven sisters told you all about it," Meifeng sighed, hoping she didn't come off meaner than she intended. "Look, I made a bad call. I won't sit here and justify it or excuse it - but I'll come out and say that I was out of line when I made that decision and I promise that it won't happen again."

There was a part that Meifeng left out: Long as your Coven remains on the straight and narrow.

She let out another sigh as she said, "I apologize. I hope that from here on, the Coven and PRA can have a positive relationship."

"Awwww, how sweet of you," Trevor laughed, speaking in a thick Southern accent. He turned to Stormy and said, "You know Director Alcot reamed into her th-"

"Trevor..." Meifeng said. "That's enough."

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Sabrina Vanburen.

Interactions: Linqian (@FernStone), Layla (@Estylwen), Edict (@AtomicEmperor), & Lynn/Lila (@NoriWasHere).

Cracker Island. The Halloween Festival. Drinkline to the tf outta there.

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“Britney, what did you do?”

Lila

"... What did I do?"

Britney tilted her head, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Lila. It was clear that something had happened, but she was unsure what she had done. The Crow Maiden was sealed, unless it had broken free somehow, the threat was neutralized. However, that picture... there had to be more to this.

“I’m okay, I’m okay. We need to talk, in private, soon,”

Lila

"No, let's get to the bottom-" Britney tried to say before...

”Can't believe all it took was some sexy maid outfits for Stormy to fall in with the feds,”

Linqian

"... Feds?"

What in the world was Linqian...

”Oh yeah the annoyingly hot maids are the ones that tear gassed us last week. That's the leader. An absolute fucking bitch- Bianca says she not normally like that, but I don't believe it... oh yeah, Bianca's part of the PRA too. Between us we've got exes in the worst groups possible - the mafia and the government. Lucky us.”

Linqian

"Oh...?"

Britney looked at them, then back to Linqian...

Oh shit.

If the situation couldn't get bad enough...

"Nothing happened, Britney. Everything's alright. Text us if you need anything, we'll be around."

Stormy.

... Then that was when Britney noticed that Luca was here. She noticed that he didn't seem to be in great shape - and noticed her from her facial expression. Her eyes shot open as her mouth was agape - slightly curved into a smile. Her eyes drifted towards Stormy, then uncontrollably back to Luca as guilt overcame her. She awkwardly smiled, waving her hands left and right. As she took a step back, she said...

"Greatthatyougotthesituationundercontrol, we'llbeleavingnow. BYE!"

Then, she turned on her heel and peeled off with Linqian in tow. However, Sabrina stared at Luca before calmly following behind Britney.

Britney felt terrible about leaving so suddenly, but the situation was twenty pounds of nope in a five-pound bag, and she was not here for it. Not only was Luca there, but the people who attacked them were also there. If Stormy wanted to break bread with the people who teargassed them, that was his prerogative - Britney on the other hand wanted nothing to do with the PRA or their goons. It would only make things worse by trying to play nice with them, but maybe there was a card up Stormy's sleeve. However, Britney took the hint that she should probably abscond while she had the chance.

So, she ended up back with Edict and her fellow busy bee... something felt off about the situation, but Britney was not in the frame of mind to examine it. She just wanted to focus on this damned Halloween Festival because... isn't that why she ferried to Cracker Island? Not for Vashti. Not for the Feds. Not for Luca. Not to feel guilty again. But to, briefly, take her mind off the fact that someone was hunting them like game and any one of them could be the next target.

Britney sighed as she shook her head.

"Uh... sorry we came back empty-handed, had to check up on Lila..." Britney began, scratching the back of her neck. Glancing at Sabrina, then glancing at Linqian. "But the whole scene was a big bag of NOPE."

She clapped her hands together.

"I don't know what's up with this year's Halloween Festival - ^{or St. Portwell for that matter} - but you know what? Let's put all that behind us." Britney started. "Haunted House? Maybe get the hell off this island because it's clear Emily's goons are here, and lemme tell you something: that is NOT one tree I want to bark up."

"My house should be empty," Sabrina said, "My sisters are all out and are either out of town or won't be back until later." She sighed.

"Maybe Trisha hasn't drunk all the alcohol yet," she laughed.

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The 8th Street Coven.

Interactions: None.

The Halloween Festival. Cracker Island.

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"... Those SLUTS!"

Emily shouted as she slammed a foot on the ground, as they stood in an alley in the Historic District. She was a reasonable distance away from them and would prefer to be as far away from those sluts as possible. She could still taste the bird shit on her tongue, and it was the fuel for her fire. Those sluts! They invited her over to annoy her, acting all sly, then get mad when they don't get their way! It was like the old days of the Coven.

"Wow, they fuckin' painted you, boss," Carol laughed, "Maybe you should have fuckin' let them shit more on you so the outfit is even."

"Carol..." Emily growled.

"You were really out of line there, Emily," Miranda rolled her eyes. "That was... beyond the pale. Like the shit the Nazis would do."

Emily scoffed, putting a hand on her chest.

"Don't compare me to THEM! I just made a mistake, I didn't deserve to get punched in the face and shit on by birds! That was such an overreaction."

"Sure felt like it was on purpose," Jacqueline said, rolling her eyes.

Emily didn't respond, she just realized that her outfit was drenched in a mixture of tears, bird shit and wine - all they had to do was throw in semen and it would be like Linqian on a Saturday night! Emily was done with this stupid ass festival and wanted to go home already - but she was not going to walk around covered in bird shit. She would rather be... oh wait, she isn't wearing anything underneath this.

That was an abysmal choice.

"Carol!" Emily shouted. "Do your time reversal thing and fix me!"

"Ew! Nasty! I'm not touching-" Carol protested.

"Carol... don't you want to be fixed? Don't you want revenge on that bitch Britney?" Emily began, narrowing her eyes as she crossed her arms. "Then fix me."

Carol gagged as she grabbed onto Emily's costume and reverted it in time. It quickly returned to a state of being brand new in seconds! Emily was happy she didn't smell like cheap wine but shook her head as she said,

"I'm going to go find Vashti and tell her all-"

Then a fucking smoke bomb came out of nowhere and exploded in her face.

"... HOLY SHIT! THOSE SLUTS!"

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Trisha (@FernStone), and these big motherfuckers (@AtomicEmperor).

Cracker Island. The Halloween Festival.

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It was a power struggle.

It was a race to see if Adora could beat Trisha's face in before the bees became too much, but fortunately, Adora was one determined MF when motivated. And Trisha lit a fire inside her that not even God could extinguish. Punch after punch. Sting after sting. It seemed that nothing could stop Adora, as a crowd came to watch the ass whoopin' (or watch her ass, but that was something that just wasn't on her mind at the moment).

Someone wrapped their hands around her arms - it felt like a fucking bear was grabbing her.

That was enough to briefly knock her out of her focus as she whipped her head around to see this giant motherfucker grabbing her. It took her a second to recognize him (How many cornfed 6'8 motherfuckers are there?), and it was Leon Richoux. She grit her teeth at him and then winced in pain, as her legs were... not in the best shape. They were covered in bee stings, and it was a pulsating pain. However, Trisha got her shit pushed in.

It really was eye for an eye.

“I was just trying to have a nice chat with an old friend, bringing up other older friends, when out of nowhere she punched me. She just wouldn't stop, look at what she did. She... she... she ruined my face..."

Trisha

"... Oh, you want to start crying NOW, motherfucker?!"

Adora shouted at Trisha, switching from physical assault to verbal as Leon pulled her away - while she wanted to continue beating Trisha's face in, she knew that she was, physically, no match for Leon at the moment. So, she was just content with just getting pulled away while saying something extremely scathing, "You know exactly what you fucking did, bitch! Don't you ever say some shit like that to me again! Or else I'll make you wish that whore you crawled out of aborted you when she had the chance! You're NOTHING!"

Once Trisha was out of sight, that fire that no one could extinguish... went out on its own. It was too raging and burnt itself out.

The second Leon let go of her, Adora sighed, shaking her head as she momentarily walked in a different direction. She let out a loud sigh... all the weight of her actions began weighing down on her, and the pain of her fucking legs being stung to all hell.

"When I saw it was you, I was gonna let you keep going. But I figured if it was good and right, we could both get some shots in together... Come on, let's not be near her now, and maybe we can get a beer. God damn look at that face... What the hell brought all that on, huh?"

Leon

"She..." Adora couldn't even choke out the words. "She was talking shit... then she started making fun of me because of... what happened to Lisa..."

She shook her head, she couldn't even finish her statement without getting triggered, as she heart started fluttering and she started feeling week as anxiety kept up her spine. Adora put a hand on her hip and firmly planted the other hand in her face.

"I... fuck. I didn't mean to fly off the handle like that... she's a fuckin' Vanburen. They own the damn city..." Adora sighed, keeping the hand against her face.

At least she can say she beat Trisha's face in before she gets arrested!

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Shayton.

Interactions: Tayla (@silvermist1116), & Clancy (@Zombiedude101).

Cracker Island. Halloween Festival. Kid Section.

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Shayton prepared to take up Tayla on her offer; after all, it was polite since he was interrupting them.

However, someone butted in.

Someone unexpected.

It was that "boy" from last night who nabbed Judas before the Feds could get him. The "boy" latched onto his sleeve, issuing a clear-cut threat. Tayla had the smarts to grab her son and clear the house, and Shayton couldn't blame her. You'd have to be blind to be unable to tell that this "boy" is no "boy." However, Shayton did not flinch or change expression at all as the boy held onto his suit with a death grip. Shayton could had easily had broken free from his grasp, but that would require destroying his suit.

And Shayton liked this suit.

Are you his Uncle? You should keep a closer eye on your nephew. This may be the kids' area, but there’s plenty of dangers for someone so young. Don’t let him lose you again. I’m glad you found your… family member. I’ll leave you two alone now.”

Lihn

Shayton grinned.

"I will, I will... Sorry about that," Shayton began, "I'm going to call his parents. They're worried sick. They're curious about what he got up to last week. Heh."

It was true; Luis and Natalie were very curious about the kid, especially after he managed to nab Judas from the Fed's personal Superman. They were convinced he was no kid, possibly a shapeshifter or a puppet for another Apparition. However, they already decided that people like Clancy should not be left to run amok when money is to be made!

Shayton reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out his "phone." A dummy phone, as he didn't know what to expect from the brat and expected him to reach for it and run off. He kept one on his being...

... Just in case.

Shayton looked up at Lihn and said,

"... You can go."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The entities are inhabitants of the Void, and their mere presence fills Layla with an overwhelming dread that can not only distract but paralyze her. The creatures feast on her blood and lose significant amounts of blood quickly...? Yeah, that's not a good idea, and she can pass out or possibly die if they take too much blood from her. The Entities are fickle and will cause untold and unfortunate destruction, which can be detrimental to Layla. In addition, as beings of the Void, they are like Anti-Matter to the land of reality, and just being in the world will gradually weaken them. They are susceptible to magical attacks as they do extra damage to them.

@Estylwen It took me long enough but I did it.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@Punished GN I ate got nothing to do. Lol

@silvermist1116

You know good and damn well this tall stoic mysterious man is going to doodle with da baby

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@silvermist1116 gawd damn you reply fast lol

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Trisha (@FernStone).

Cracker Island. The Halloween Festival.

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Instead of taking the hit that Adora wanted Trish to fuck off, she doubled down...

“The costume’s cute, shame about who’s wearing it. I’ve got no interest in seeing your nasty ass. Gross.”

Trisha

Which was nothing to Adora compared to...

“Maybe I just wanted to greet an old friend… Ah! You must not know what it’s like to have friends anymore!"

Trisha

Adora balled her fists, and grit her teeth, staring at Trisha as she began to shake out of pure rage.

"... After all, you got your last one killed..."

Trisha

This.

"I bet you haven’t had any since! Must suck to be so sad and lonely you’re flashing to someone you haven’t seen in years..."

Trisha

Fucking.

"...What would Lisa think?"

Trisha

BITCH.

"... She'd be disgusted, I bet… Ah, but we’ll never know, thanks to you."

Trisha

The rest of what Trisha said barely registered as Adora, with one conversation, snapped. She was frothing at the mouth as she stared down Trisha, people gathering around her, but Adora did not care. Lihn was probably going to be very disappointed in her.

But there was a reason why Adora needed Lihn...

"... YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

With the flip of a very fragile switch, it was on and poppin. With a quick motion, Adora had socked Trisha across the cheek as hard as she could, sending her stumbling. Adora quickly grabbed Trisha by her hair and yanked it as hard as she could as she punched her directly in the stomach. Then, she pulled her fist back to punch her in the nose. Grabbing onto Trisha with her other hand, she shoved the girl into a stand as hard as possible. The loud crash was the least of Adora's concerns as she got on top of Trisha, punching her over and over again. In a short bit, blood had already ruined this Adora-ble costume that she had made.

Then she felt the first sting.

Then, the second one.

Then, the third one.

Then the twenty-fifth!

The bees were crawling up Adora's legs and stinging her; the pain was sharp enough to interrupt this ass whoopin' session that she had inflicted upon this bitch. "AW FUCK, BEES!" Adora shouted...

However, the RAGE was enough to keep her focused on making sure that she was using Daddy's money for plastic surgery. She kept pounding on Trisha's face, fighting through the pain as she was uncaring if this would kill her or send her to jail.

And she would keep going until someone stopped her.

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The PRA.

Interactions: Lila (@NoriWasHere), Stormy (@Blizz), & Luca/Bianca (@FernStone).

The Halloween Festival. Docks to the Drinkline. Cracker Island.

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“I love women,”

Lynn

"Thank you for sharing," Cindy said with a chuckle.

"Me too... happily married to my husband for around twenty years now, but that's not the point...." Meifeng started, "... You don't see me screaming it from the heavens, do you?!" She laughed, playfully waving her feather duster around.

“I think it’s cause of what you’re wearing, boss. They’re blown away.”

Bianca

Both Meifeng and Cindy laughed and held hands with each other, raising it in the air.

"Well, I'm glad they are!" Meifeng playfully shouted. "I told her this was going to be adorable."

"Heh, you know it's starting to grow on me, you know!" Cindy tried to play it off.

"Everything is fine now. 8th Street crossed a line that no one with a sense of common decency would cross, but then again, Emily Reed doesn't fit that description, now does she?"

Stormy

The two agents looked between each other... with Cindy tilting her head at Meifeng and the latter awkwardly smiling. Then Cindy said, "Yeah, Ms. Reed does that a lot, but don't worry... we got her under control."

"Now! How many drinks do I need to buy everyone for this to be put behind us? And I do mean everyone. If you two are going to stick around, I think all have a few things to talk about, and I'm in a generous mood,"

"Well..." Meifeng said as she trailed off, "I can't turn down free drinks."

"Of course not," Cindy said, "Nor can we turn down polite conversation, isn't that right, Meifeng?"

"Riiiiiiiight,"

"I'd like to join," Maximilian said as he took a few steps forward with his blue Power Ranger costume on. "If we're going to talk about what I think we'll talk about."

He briefly glanced at Meifeng, who awkwardly smiled again.

"You know I can't turn down a drink either!" Samson laughed as he walked forward from the crowd. "I'm sure we can all buff things out..."

"... Ideally," Meifeng said to herself... as some giant girl ran up to them.

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Sabrina Vanburen.

Interactions: Linqian (@FernStone), Layla (@Estylwen), Edict (@AtomicEmperor), & Lynn/Lila (@NoriWasHere).

Cracker Island. The Halloween Festival.

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Vashti prepared to land the killing blow on Linqian.

Britney began to create plant life off instinct - some spears ready to impale Vashti from behind.

If it would kill her, Britney would ensure that Jinhai's twin would make it out of this alive. However, Vashti backed up, and Britney let off a sigh of relief as the weirdo made some not-so-vague threats. Then she left, and as quickly as it began, the scene caused by Emily's right-hand woman was over. Britney made the plants she created disappear as she stared at Vashti to ensure she didn't try anything. There was that urge to end Vashti for good... but now is not the time. Britney knew this was not over, and it was likely that 8th Street would bark up their tree again. They just had to be ready for it. However, Britney briefly glanced at the one person getting the least attention here: Sabrina.

Just who did she know?

Sabrina sighed as she looked down at her soaked costume, making the black cloth she was creating disappear in thin air. She looked at Britney, then Layla, and said, "I'm glad that's over... would you like your costumes to get dried up?"

"Sure..." Britney said, and Sabrina used the Silkworm to wring the costume dry. Then Sabrina turned her attention

Britney sighed, wondering if she should change costumes to throw the 8th Street dorks off, but maybe later once they're on the ferry. Maybe hitting up Jack would be a better idea; he knew where she lived (but she made it VERY clear that he should not drop in without warning unless he wanted to see something he didn't want to). He could teleport all of them to safety... but Britney just shook her head. She came out here to have FUN in the face of five of her friends dying in a day. Not stress herself out over the 8th Street Coven.

The problem she created.

Britney looked up towards Linqian, walked over to her, put a hand on her shoulder, and asked, "Girl, you okay?" She said, picking up that she was just a little bit rattled by the whole thing. "Sorry about that... I should have been the one to handle that."

Then Britney remembered that Edict was here and how she had taken things just a little bit too far during the meeting. She didn't understand that the group was dogpiling him until later, and her joke was... not responded to that well. And despite it all... Edict put his ass on the line. Britney turned towards him and smiled (which probably would have made him rock hard).

"Thank you, too, Greyson; you didn't have to help me after how I acted at the meeting," Britney started, "I'm sorry for being an asshole to you there. It won't happen again, I promise."

Unlike swarmy bastards like Edict, she stuck to her word.

“I don't know if I feel comfortable getting drunk in the open. Not with… Everything going on. You all can get drinks, I'll wait. Then we can go see some spooky ghosts? Try to forget some… not so great people are here too?”

Layla

"That's fair..." Britney said, holding her tongue as she didn't want to go into how getting fucked up at the Halloween Festival was, in normal circumstances, the pinnacle of stupid decisions. Though she smiled to make light of the situation, "I'm no lightweight, one drink won't hurt me!"

... Then Britney remembered the shitstorm at the Drinkline.

"... Oh shit! We gotta get to the booze, stat!" Britney said before she clutched her purse and hauled ass over to where Lila and the others were, as fast as a six-three chubby twenty-something could, that is. Sabrina shrugged before following after Britney - who was following the crows at some point. Britney made it there, and the situation was...

... Bizarre.

Emily was nowhere in sight (Thank the Heavens!), but there were various members of the Coven here with some other people she hadn't seen before (including some sexy milfs in a delectable costume). However, Britney had tunnel vision, and the second she saw Lila and Lynn, she beelined over to them.

"... What happened?! Is everything okay?!"

Britney asked Lila.

She didn't have the crow arm anymore.

Yay.

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Shayton.

Interactions: Tayla (@silvermist1116).

Cracker Island. Halloween Festival. Kid Section.

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A burst of wind appeared out of nowhere... and right next to Tayla was Shayton. He stood tall and proud with his cane firmly pressed on the ground with both hands. He stood there silently for a moment.

"Ms. Choi," Shayton calmly said. "Sorry to drop on you..."

What was notable about Shayton was that he had Cheetah face paint on.

"I was hoping to get a nice conversation out of you without any audience.... if you don't mind."