"Never could trust you, I still got your location on, fell out of love, I delete all the nudes out your phone. Can't get a reaction out of me, that's what you want."
26 days ago
You have to live every day as if you've dropped your pants and told the whole world to suck your dick.
Alright, virgins, here are some supplementary factions that are going straight to the Misc section!
THE.ACCORDANCE
"Unity shines the path to prospersity!"
. . . . The Accordance was a beacon of hope in an otherwise bleak All-Verse. This organization was tasked with maintaining order across the All-Verse, operating with a single purpose: to uphold the delicate balance of all worlds from the threat of chaos and destruction. Central to the Accordance's structure was a system of ranks and titles designed to ensure efficient governance and decision-making. At the top of this hierarchy stood Dacious, the revered leader of the organization, whose wisdom and foresight guided its actions. Beneath him was the Council of Twelve, comprised of esteemed advisors and experts in various fields, offering expertise to craft the Accordance's policies and strategies.
The Accordance's responsibilities span various domains, from interdimensional diplomacy to crisis intervention and conflict resolution. They monitored emerging multiversal threats and potential destabilizing influences across the All-verse, deploying their forces to address such threats before they could escalate into something far worse. Further down the hierarchy were the Peacekeepers, operatives trained in combat, diplomacy, and law enforcement. Operating on the front lines of conflict and crisis, these dedicated individuals embodied the Accordance's commitment to protecting the innocent and upholding justice across the multiverse. The Peacekeepers wielded vast magical and technological resources to aid them, including ancient artifacts, powerful spells, and advanced weaponry.
One of Accordance's most frightening capabilities lay in its ability to mobilize resources and personnel from across the All-Verse with unparalleled efficiency. Using interdimensional portals and advanced communication networks, they could deploy Peacekeepers to any corner of the All-Verse within seconds. In addition to their roles as peacekeepers, the Accordance also served as custodians of ancient knowledge and artifacts. They maintained a vast collection of artifacts (partly to keep them from falling into the wrong hands) and records of past conflicts, phenomena, and other knowledge that could be useful.
However, their greatest challenge came from the Inner Circle, a vicious cult led by the mighty Green Adept known as Sunshine Jones. This shadowy organization posed a grave threat to the stability of the All-verse, unleashing horrors upon countless worlds in its relentless pursuit of the "blood of magic." Despite the Inner Circle's power, the Accordance came out on top and banished Sunshine Jones and her followers to the Pit, ending their reign of terror.
However, it was short-lived, as the Accordance was annihilated not long after, with all the artifacts in their possession, including the legendary All-Blade, scattered across the All-Verse. Their defeat and destruction are shrouded in mystery. Still, the rumor is that Sunshine escaped the Pit and destroyed the Accordance in revenge.
THE.INNER-CIRCLE
"Our destiny awaits in the blood of magic!"
. . . . The Inner Circle, a name whispered in a hushed tone across All-Verse, embodies the dark depths a lust for power can lead and the corruption magic can have on one's soul if they let it. Led by brutal and savage Sunshine Jones, a Green Adept of unmatched power, she commanded a legion of devotees just as fantastical and brutal as she was. Their goals are as superb as they are nefarious: to locate the source of magic, which they dub as the "blood of magic," and to harness its power. At the heart of the Inner Circle lies a vast network of hidden lairs, secret laboratories, and occult libraries hidden across the All-verse. These facilities are the centerpiece of the cult's dark experiments and twisted rituals, where they conduct heinous acts of torture, human experimentation, and forbidden magic in pursuit of their goals.
The cult's membership numbered in the hundreds, each member a skilled Adept, Aberration, or sometimes Apparition. These devotees pledged loyalty to Sunshine Jones's cause, carrying out her orders with fanatical zeal. The Inner Circle's crimes were as numerous as they were unforgivable, ranging from mass murder and genocide to the creation of monstrous abominations that killed millions to creating and selling powerful artifacts and weapons to other monstrous. The Inner Circle stopped at nothing, and everyone was a necessary sacrifice for their sinister goals.
Yet, despite their vicious nature, the Inner Circle remained an enigma, their true motives and ultimate goals shrouded in mystery. Some believe they seek to ascend to Godhood, while others fear they may seek to bring about the end of all existence. Whatever their intentions, the Inner Circle was a force to be reckoned with. Despite their overwhelming power and influence, the Inner Circle's reign of terror had challenges. Chief among their foes was the Accordance, a multiversal organization of peacekeepers dedicated to putting an end to them and restoring balance to the All-Verse
Their defeat at the hands of the Accordance and James Vanburen, the hero of the All-Verse, was a momentous victory for truth and justice, and Sunshine's exile to the Pit was seen as a triumph. Yet, despite their destruction, they left permanent scars in the All-Verse, and to this day, the residents of the worlds they brutalized feel their shadow looming over them. Rumors say that she has escaped The Pit and now seeks vengeance against those who dared to oppose her, including destroying the Accordance.
The Inner Circle left one hell out of a legacy as they serve as a chief reminder of how power corrupts and how steps must be taken to prevent others from following in Sunshine's footsteps.
THE.OLD.CULT
"They say the Old Cult's darkness still lingers, waiting to reclaim its place."
. . . . More legend than anything.
Rumors, whispers, and half-truths speak of a mysterious cult that worshipped the Stygian Snake and was just so heinous and reprehensible that it had to be wiped from the canals of history. Very little is known about the Old Cult, to the extent that its name is a mystery, but what is known is that it was led by a man named Walter. The purge of information was so thorough that the specifics of their crimes are a mystery, leaving behind speculation... and the lingering possibility that they may not have existed.
They will play a huge part in the storyline's background but are all long gone by the events of the RP.
Cracker Island > Away From a Bitchass Coven (AKA. their Mansion).
After that shitstorm, Emily managed to put out a call for 8th St to assemble. They met in a clearing in the woods outside of the Historic District, somewhere they could open a portal without an annoying cunt seeing them and going, 'Oh my God, it's magic' (Emily was so angry that she forgot normies couldn't see magic). She crossed her arms, with Vashti at her side, as they trickled in. Jacqueline and Miranda walked up, holding hands and eating cotton candy. Aaron had a giant teddy bear. Then Carol, Greta, George, Malik, Lee, Nadine, and Flora approached without looting.
The last to walk up was Brianna, and Emily immediately dived her, jamming a finger into her chest, "... Where the fuck were you?! I tried to reach you, but you didn't respond!"
Brianna gently pushed Emily's finger away, "Where was I? I was out enjoying myself with the others. My phone died while you were texting me."
"I had the Chalice! The fucking Chalice!" Emily said. "We could have made off with it, and those sluts would have been up shit's creek without a paddle!"
Then she paused as she realized something.
"... And how the fuck are we going to get back?!"
"... My abstraction still works fine even if my phone is dead," Brianna rolled her eyes and put a hand on her hip. "Even if I don't have it, I can open portals."
Emily wiped both hands down her face.
"Fine, just open a..."
And she was interrupted.
"... Guys, wassuuuuuuuuuuup!"
Phoebe tried roller skating into the scene... but was caught by a tree root and fell on her face. She tried to get up, before she just raised a finger and said, "I - *hiccup* - tolds that bitch Maya - *hiccup* - I could outdrink her! Now look at her! She's probably lost in da' woods somewhere! She was holding my hand a second - *hiccup* - ago!"
"Oh. My. God!" Emily facepalmed before it turned to joy. "Wait, we lost Maya! I can't believe it! We lost Maya! Open a portal before she finds us!" She hopped up and down.
"Phooooeeebbbeeeeee…" Came a chilling wail from the trees. A white sheet covered head popped up from behind a tree root… well, the sheet was now absolutely covered in mud. As sheet-Maya pulled stood up, all that was visible were her ankles and bare feet (and squinting eyes behind badly cut holes). She'd somehow returned more clothed. Carol's rollerblades dangled from one hand, and a stick was in the other. "Youuuuu left me behinnddd… even though… I askkkked you… to slow…. Downnnnnn."
Her words were incredibly drawn out, accent much thicker than normal, and she stumbled over. Seeming to aim for Phoebe but her terrible vision resulted in her flopping against Vashti. "You- hoe-"
Emily facepalmed.
“My bitch!” Phoebe smiled as she tried to hug Maya but got caught on a tree root again and landed on her face.
“Your bitch got radicalized, bro,” said Vashti, dumping Maya on top of Phoebe. She still looked like a nightmarish mess, covered in little more than bloody rags and viscera that was mostly bits of regenerating wolfman. Her eyes drew thin as she stared down Brianna. She approached Brianna, pushing past Miranda who had started to treat her wounds, and held her hand out.
“Your phone,” demanded Vashti, her voice dropping into a serious and alarmingly quiet tone for the normally boisterous woman. The leaves of the nearby trees began to rustle in the breeze. “Give me your phone.”
Brianna looked at her hand as she said, “… You goin’ full gestapo now?” She shook her head, “Take my phone: I’m out 8th Street.”
“... Look, Vash,” Emily shrugged, crossing her arms. “I just want to get off Retard-Island before another one of those sluts pops out of the woodworks.”
She facepalmed, before she turned towards Brianna.
“... Just open a portal so we can get out of here. I want to burn this stupid thing and go take a nice long bath,” Emilly tugged on both sides of the Dragon Onesie before Brianna nodded.
“We’re clear, right Aaron?” Brianna asked before she turned to the empty expanse of Cracker Island's woods.
“Yeah,” Aaron nodded his head.
Brianna put her hands together, and went she parted them, she created a massive glowing yellow portal. 8th St stepped through the portal, fleeing Cracker Island because the vibes were off. They stepped through the portal, which closed behind them.
“... Well, I call first shower!” Jacqueline laughed as she walked down the hall.
“Jacqueline, there’s like twenty in here,” Miranda rolled her eyes.
However, they heard growling and pained breathing down the hall… heavy footsteps, and a dragging sound. Emily raised her hand down the hall, which ignited like a torch. The footsteps revealed themselves as none other than Cynthia, in her Abyssal Hunter form…
… And had a small child in her jaws, dragging him by his shoulder.
“... PLEASE HELP ME!”
The kid pleaded, tears in his eyes, sticking his hand out.
“... Oh my fucking God!” A vein almost burst in Emily’s head as she facepalmed.
“Not again,” groaned Vashti. She squatted down in front of Cynthia, jabbing her in the head to get her to let the kid go. “This is the last fucking time, bro. I told you already we don’t need anymore stupid kids around here; we already stuck with Carol.”
“Hey, fuck you!” Carol shouted, “You know I’m not a fucking kid! Fuckin’... too many scales motherfucker! Lizard-y motherfucker!”
Cynthia growled, before letting the child go, “Cynthia never gets a chance to eat live again human young. Cynthia is very frustrated.”
“Awww, c’mon!” Maya slurred, leaning heavily against Phoebe. “Let ‘er eat a kid! It’s not like- hic- he’ll last long.”
Emily sighed.
“... This is going to be a long fucking night.”
The "Rich Kids."
(With no punk-ass Vanburens to ruin their great time) Plus a bonus ninja.
Interactions: Not an annoying-ass Coven.
The Valos Manor.
It seemed the Valos Manor was celebrating its own, independent of the Halloween Festival.
A location that had Cracker Island in view... especially the random ass storms that took place there. Music blasting could be heard from blocks. It was a party... featuring the members of the Old Coven who were too good for the Halloween Festival. Not just any members, but the members of the Old Coven that comprised the "rich kid" clique as they were called (Except Trisha; all the homies hated Trisha). It was Sage Pimm, Sylvia Cruz, Jake, Gabe, and Jaska Valos, and Linda ("Lin") Liu - soon to be Linda Valos. The Valos figured that they used their fancy mansions to have their party while Daddy Valos was out, probably fucking his whores or something. Everyone has gathered in the fancy hall that the Valos used for parties. They were drinking, dancing, talking shit, and otherwise having the night of their lives...
... Until the music cut off.
"The fuck?!" Gabe said as her head darted towards the powerful speakers blasting music... she saw that Linda - or Lin, as she was colloquially known - had unplugged the speaker. The wire was in her hand as she was still bent over. "... You know you could have just turned that off?" She blew some air out as she rolled her eyes.
Lin stood straight up and put her hands together, saying, "I am sorry for interrupting your good time, but there is something we need to discuss before you all get too intoxicated."
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Can't it fucking wait until tomorrow?!" Sylvia laughed, still holding that bottle of Don Julio as she thrust it into the air. "Or next fucking week? Whatever it is, it must not have been important enough to dedicate a get-together just for that! Ha!"
"No, it can not," Lin began, "It is urgent."
"Yeah, let's hold off on things for a second, okay?" Jake raised his hands and gestured for everyone to relax.
"Fiiiiiiiiiine, mami," Sylvia rolled her eyes.
"Okay, let's get it over with," Gabe shrugged as she crossed her arms.
"Everyone comes here," Lin softly said as she gestured for everyone to come to the sizeable circle-shaped sofa. Before she walked over to it and sat down, placing her hands on her lap and keeping her legs together, Jake sat right next to her with one leg over the other. He wrapped his arm over Lin's shoulder while Sylvia flopped on the sofa, lounging with the bottle of Don Julio. Sage sat down at the end, placing their hands on their lap, much like Lin. Gabe just sat down and crossed her arms as she looked at Lin, and Jaska also sat down not too far away from Gabe.
"So... What's the opposite of meeting adjourned?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Meeting rallied?" Jake shrugged.
"Yes, meeting rallied," Gabe began, "Let's get on with this so we can keep it moving."
"Yeah, you can't fuckin' edge us like this, mami," Sylvia laughed. "I'm about to ask what's the equivalent of being party blue-balled!"
"Now, we all know about the murders that have been happening..." Lin began.
"Please, tell me that's not the point of this..." Gabe leaned back, rolling her eyes.
"No, but please let me continue," Lin answered Gabe before continuing, "We may have another issue... to get to the point, Jake has had word that Blake Schmidt is after the Stygian Snake."
".... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT?!" Sylvia laughed, "What the fuck does that teeny-peenied bitch want with the Snake!? Does he think it'll give him more than two inches?! Last more than five seconds?! What?!"
"Do tell," Gabe said, "I'm dying to know."
"I don't know," Jake shrugged. "I just know that the Stygian Snake is something he wants... for some reason."
"So... you have a plan, right Jake?" Jaska asked.
"Not at the moment, but that's why we're here," Jake answered.
"Wait..." Sylvia mused. "Did you throw this fucking party just to get us to talk about the fucking Stygian Snake?!"
"Yes," Jake said.
"I mean," Sage pipped up, "I understand, but just be upfront next time."
"I'm sorry you got tricked, Sage," Jake shrugged. "Booze and partying are the only things we can get everyone to agree on."
"To get to the point, we need to stop Blake Schmidt before he gets the Snake," Lin said.
"Well," Gabe shrugged. "Let's just find him and burn his urethra shut."
"Problem solved!" Sylvia shouted as she got up, high-fived Gabe, and then slumped back down.
"It's not that simple..." Jake said. "Do any of you know about the Elite?"
"Nope," Sylvia said.
"The what?" Gabe asked.
"I heard some things from Mika," Lin said.
"Huh?" Jaska furrowed his brows.
"... I know," Sage said, and all eyes fell on them. "My parents were in the Elite before they died... My siblings took their place."
"What the fuck are they?!" Gabe said. "You know I hate talkin' in circles!"
"Well... We know the city became a clusterfuck after the Stygian Snake," Jake began, "One of the factions to survive it was the Elite... a collective of rich assholes with magic that Blake Schmidt assembled. They're supposed to be heavy hitters in the city, but they can hardly get their act right."
"Technically," Lin said, "We all are a part of the Elite by name."
"Our parents are..." Jake awkwardly laughed as he ran a hand through his afro-textured hair. "... Apart of it."
"Well, that's bullshit..." Gabe rolled her eyes.
"Do you think Blakey is killing Sycamore?" Sylvia asked.
"Don't know," Jake said. "It's a possibility."
"If Blake Schmidt gets to the Stygian Snake, well..." Lin awkwardly laughed. "You don't need to tell me how badly it will end."
"So," Gabe narrowed her eyes at Lin and Jake, "You want us to do something about it?"
"I mean," Lin awkwardly shuffled in her seat. "Who else is going to do something about it?" She then laughed.
"Auri," Gabe said, laughing.
"Now you know you full'a shit, Gabe!" Sylvia laughed like a goblin.
Jaska awkwardly pulled at his collar as Lin said, "I'd rather leave them out of this, thank you very much," Lin began.
"I mean..." Sage began, looking to the left and the right before they sighed. "I feel like, despite them not particularly liking us, they should at least know about this."
"So what?" Gabe raised an eyebrow. "They can come fuck shit up? One of those assholes is probably the one going around tryna' kill us!"
"We don't know that," Sage answered.
"Then who the fuck else would?" Gabe began, "If the killer ain't an ex-Sycamore member, then it's someone those dumbasses blabbed off to! You know half of them couldn't control their mouths if you put a whole-ass gun to they head!"
"Well," Jake shrugged. "While I understand both of your concerns, let's see if we can handle this on our own discreetly."
"I mean," Sylvia laughed. "If we do bring it up to them later, then they gonna bitch, papi."
"Like they won't bitch about everything they possibly can..." Gabe laughed.
"Hey now," Jake said, "It's been ten years. We aren't teenagers anymore. They aren't teenagers anymore. We should stop holding shit that happened ten years ago against them. We wouldn't want them to do that to us."
"People don't change, Jake," Gabe shrugged. "Especially when you're an asshole that's full of yourself... but go off."
"And you're the biggest example of that!" Sage laughed.
Gabe flipped Sage off.
"Look," Lin said, "Let's keep Auri and the 'reformed' Coven out of this." She finger-quoted reformed.
"I mean," Sylvia shrugged. "Do we even got to work with them? Just tell Auri or whoever the fuck, phrase it like Blake Schmidt is the killer, and boom, mami! Problem solved."
She laughed like a goblin before she added, "... And even if they fuck up, we at least it's no skin off our backs!"
"One..." Lin trailed off, "My father may be involved in it-"
"... And our father," Jake gestured towards Gabe and Jaska.
"Yes, my father and your father are involved... and I would like it if my father didn't get killed by some psychopath with magic, thank you very much," Lin added.
"Hey, guys..." Jaska waved his hand, getting everyone's attention. "I know I've been quiet the whole time, and I know I'm not a leader like the rest of ya'll, but we're talking in circles here."
He paused, "What do we know?"
"Well, that's a broad question," Lin laughed. "Maybe you can narrow it down for me?"
Jaska shrugged, throwing a hand into the air, "Anything. What does Blake know? Why is he after the Stygian Snake? How is he looking for it? What can we do about it?"
"Well, that's reassuring..." Gabe rolled her eyes.
"Come ooooooooooooon, mami!" Sylvia laughed.
"I mean," Sage shrugged. "I can tell you two want to take things slow, not rush into anything. That's why you don't want the Old Coven involved, which I can understand. So, maybe that's the first order of business: finding answers to those questions."
"Well, I know somebody that can help..." Lin softly added.
"Please, God," Jake facepalmed... wiping his hand across his face. "Do not get her involved."
"... Who?" Jaska asked.
"Nobody, just nobody," Jake shook his head, "Just drop it, Jaska. Nothing good is going to come from that."
"Alright then," Gabe shrugged.
"How about we get Triiiiiiiisha to handle all of this, mami!?" Sylvia grinned ear-to-ear.
"Oh God!" Jake facepalmed.
"Heavens, no," Sage replied.
"I'd rather shoot myself than have a conversation with her lastin' more than two seconds..." Gabe rolled her eyes.
"There's a reason why we didn't invite her," Lin answered. "She would only make things harder. I'm not sure if she's not in on it either way."
"Fair," Sage shrugged.
Gabe also shrugged before she added, "How about we do some reconnaissance?"
"Ooooh," Sylvia laughed. "Like some Call of Duty shit, mami!"
"Yeah," Gabe began, "Let's see what we can find out from our respective families, which are apparently in the Elite just by birth or whatever dumbass shit... then meet again in a week, and see what we find out."
"I can see what Cassandra or Daniel know," Lin said. "Maybe we can get them in...?"
He trailed off as a poker card mysteriously fell from the ceiling. His jaw dropped as he watched it fall, and soon, everyone else nearby saw it fall and looked in wonder.
"... Is that what I think it is?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh dear," Lin put a hand on her mouth.
"Wait, is it him?!" Sylvia said with excitement in her eyes.
"Aw, damn it!" Jake shouted, "Why now!?"
The card disappeared as someone swapped places with it. A familiar face to everyone in attendance, a very tall, African-American and Hispanic man. He wore a brown pin-striped suit, a wide-brimmed hat with a feather, and some fancy dress shoes. He had a wide grin as he fell from the sky towards the table... and broke it when he landed. He hopped to his feet as he shouted,
"... It's Johnny Valos, bitches!"
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck my life, bro..." Gabe put a hand over her eyes as she leaned back. "... Yes, we know who you are, asshole."
"... Shit," Lin said under her breath.
"Johnny!" Sylvia laughed as she ran over to Johnny and wrapped her arms around him, hopping up and down. "Why didn't you tell me you were in town?!"
"... Yeah," Jake raised an eyebrow, then sighed with a roll of his eyes. "Why didn't you?"
"Oh, come on!" Johnny laughed as he looked at Jake, "This how you treat your big brother?!"
"Yes, when said big brother causes problems," Gabe rolled her eyes.
"Woooow, I see how it is," Johnny laughed.
"It's great to see you again, Mr. Valos," Sage said.
"Great to see you too, homie," Johnny answered, and Sylvia released him. He grinned as he put his hands together. "... I overheard your entire conversation!"
"Awwww damn it!" Jake facepalmed.
"Fuck!" Gabe shouted.
"Oh my," Lin said.
"... Yay!" Sylvia hopped, putting her hands together.
"And I'm here to offer my hand!" Johnny laughed.
"No, no, thank you," Lin answered. "I think we are more than up to the task, Mr. Valos."
"Why are you calling me 'Mr. Valos'?" Johnny tilted his head, jamming two thumbs into his chest. "It's Johnny. Call Daddy Valos... Mr. Valos."
"Fine, Johnny," Lin rolled her eyes, "My point doesn't change. We are up to the task."
"Hold on," Jaska began, "I know Johnny is, well... Johnny... but why are you acting like he isn't useful? He won't help us?"
"Yeah, listen to Jask," Johnny said, "You all want information? Well, I know all of you, and I wonder how the fuck you five are going to get that information?"
He put his hands together and grinned at everyone present, "All of ya'll are cushy... I know because you beat the Stygian Snake, ya'll think you something, but you gotta' remember the kinda lives ya'll lived. It wasn't one where you hustled or did anything. It was one where ya' parents handed you everything on a silver platter! Me? I know a thing or two. Especially about Paranormal organizations."
"... Please tell me-" Lin turned to Jake.
"Yes, we told him," Jake sighed.
"Aaaaaand I'm Daddy Valos' first born son! I'm closer to him than any of ya'll!" Johnny shouted. "If he has something to do with it... well, I'll know all about it by Wednesday!"
Everyone looked in between each other.
"... I know what you're going to say," Gabe turned to Lin.
"Let me guess," Lin said, rolling her eyes. "You want to accept his help. I know he's your brother, but have you forgotten what kind of person he is?"
"Trust me, sis," Gabe answered. "I grew up with that giant pain in the ass: I know all about him."
"... I'm riiiight here," Johnny added.
"And I also know I'd rather have him helping us than the 'reformed' Coven," Gabe answered.
"I mean, you're worried they'll hurt your father," Jake added. "We both know Johnny has enough sense not to do that."
Lin sighed, "... I guess."
"So..." Gabe said. "Are we in agreement of our next course of action?"
"Yes," Everyone said simultaneously.
"... Then let's party!"
"Gimme dat!" Johnny snatched the bottle of Don Julio from Sylvia and began downing it.
"Hey!" Sylvia shouted as she chased after him, running around, still downing the bottle as Sylvia chased after him.
While this was going on, Gabe ran over to the speaker and plugged it back in, and then they partied all night long...
"There's more to it."
"Raven Jones found something in that temple."
"Something that'd change everything."
"Something influential."
"Something powerful."
"Something that was never supposed to have been found."
The door burst open; Raven covered her face as the old wooden doors fell, exploding in dust and smoke. She raised her head, seeing a silhouette in the dust cloud. She could hear its loud and strangely human breathing, and as the dust settled, it became more accessible and easier to see the damned thing in all its inhuman glory. Its paper-white skin helped with that; she saw its smile. Almost as disturbing as The Mother Will's, this creature only vaguely appeared human. Or a beast trying to mock a human. It walked on all fours, approaching Raven; as it kept breathing, every step burst its white skin open, and a black ooze dripped from its body.
... There was something alive in the black liquid.
It formed tiny snake-like creatures as it approached; they hissed and wailed as Raven took steps back up until her back was up against the stone pedestal. Raven attempted to run to the left, but the creature hopped to its left. She then tried to run to the right, but it also hopped to her right. Raven grits her teeth as she has no choice but to fake it; she turns to the right and tries to appear as if she is about to haul ass in that direction, only to charge to the left. She was almost home free as she beat feet...
... She felt its hand yank at her ankle, and she fell face-first into the stone slab of this temple - well, at least the bone mask broke most of the impact. She dropped the chalice and torch, which still burned. Out of reflex, Raven flipped over and prepared to defend herself from it - however, it moved with inhuman speed as its hands and feet pattered against the ground. In the blink of an eye, it was on top of Raven, staring at her face-to-face.
Doing nothing.
A bead of sweat went down Raven's face, obscured by the mask.
To attack first, bone spikes came out of Raven's chest and pierced through the monster's midsection, spraying the black ooze high into the sky. However, the creature didn't so much as flinch as it opened its maw... and sprayed a flood of the black liquid directly into Raven's face. The bone mask did. She thrashed as she could, but the creature was too heavy for her to move. The spray came to a close, and the creature closed its mouth and got off her. Raven flipped over to her hands and knees as she coughed up the ooze, desperately gasping for air. After a moment, she could finally breathe and looked up and saw that the creature was gone.
... What was that about?
Raven quickly climbed to her feet, grabbing the torch and the Chalice. She needed to get the hell out of this place. She returned to the hall and turned right, opposite where she came from. She abandoned this strange room with the Chalice in hand, kept on her toes, and kept moving - the last thing she wanted to do was run into an Abyssal Hunter that thing was, so she didn't barrel through the halls at top speeds. Eventually, she came to another door and stopped as she gently pushed the doors open.
She saw another large and ominous room—thankfully (and somehow) less spooky than the other one she was in. She didn't see any more monsters, so she pushed the door open and carefully stepped inside—hoping to find a map or some way out of there. However, as she approached the shrine, there was a book on a podium. Naturally, Raven snatched it, holding it underneath her arm, as Sunshine told her that the Pit was home to priceless artifacts... some of which might be the key to getting out of there.
Though, she wouldn't be able to carry anymore.
She turned around, walked out the door, and kept walking—she wouldn't stop again unless she found the exit. However, it wasn't long before she heard the eerie white noise that the Pit always had, the screeching of beasts and that walking turned into sprinting. She laughed in relief as she finally escaped this hellish place, as she stepped out into the Pit. She saw the eerie red skies as a red orb shined brightly...
"... Halt!"
Raven fell on her behind as she sat up using her arms. Everything she held was dropped yet again. That voice was familiar—that metallic, screeching voice, coupled with the heavy footsteps. Three massive figures stepped out from the bushes to her right, and Raven immediately recognized them.
Iron golems are powered and created by magic, and Raven (and, to that extent, Sunshine) is unsure whether or not they're being made in the Pit. That was not important; what was important was that the Autoknights served an enigmatic figure who called himself the "king" of The Pit. Only a madman would declare himself the king of this hellscape, but the issue was that he had an organized army at his beck and call... and despite it all, they were wholly ineffective at maintaining control of the Pit. The point was that they were dangerous, and Raven had nothing in her arsenal that could defeat, or even stagger, an Autoknight. She climbed to her feet, holding the Chalice in her hand, and dusted herself off with her other hand.
The "leader" of the trio (Raven could only assume) stepped forward, pointing an oversized blade at her as he spoke.
"By decree of The King, this location is off-limits," The Autoknight leader spoke. "The punishment for trespassing is death."
The other two Autoknights aimed their massive rifles at Raven as she screamed, desperately running for the tree line.
"Blood Art Technique..." Raven's head darted across, seeing Sunshine standing atop a hill. Her right hand was coated in blood; she drew a symbol in the air that floated. "... The Goliath's Fist!"
Two massive (strangely human) arms burst from the ground, grabbed the two Autoknights aiming their weapons at Raven, and quickly crushed them. The metal that comprised their iron bodies screeched as the Autoknight Leader turned his attention to Sunshine. It held its blade with both hands as it faced her.
"I'll kill you, Wr-" The Autoknight tried to say...
... Before the hands came for it, they flattened it with its palms. The hands fell apart, and Sunshine shook her head as she muttered,
"Annoying bastard." Then walked over to Raven and hugged her. "Baaaaaaby..."
"Mama!" Raven shouted, hugging her back. "I was worried about you... where did you go?!"
"I just woke up somewhere in the woods," Sunshine shouted. "I went back to the house, and it was crawling with Abyssal Hunters, so I assumed the worst."
"Huh?" Raven furrowed her brows before she said, "The Mother Will told me you were in there..."
However, an excruciating headache came out of the blue, and Raven screamed as she grabbed both sides of her head. She fell to her knees, crying.
"Baby!?" Sunshine shouted, putting her hands on Raven's shoulders. "What's wrong?!"
"I-I-I..." Raven stammered out as it seemed like serpents were slithering underneath her skin. There was a distinct squishing sound as Raven winched in pain. Falling over as more of the snakes began crawling underneath Raven's skin.
"Son of a bitch!" Sunshine shouted as she knelt over Raven, then pulled her knife out. She saw the snakes crawling underneath Raven's skin, raised her knife high, and brought it down on the snake. It let out one final hiss as it expired, and Sunshine spotted another and stabbed that one. Then another, and another... and Raven was oozing blood as she was crying on the ground. Sunshine covered her free hand in the blood... and drew a symbol out of the blood on Raven's forehead. The wounds began closing... and Raven kept crying as the Snakes underneath her skin faded. Sunshine gently stroked her daughter's face until she heard laughter.
On top of the hill stood The Mother Will.
"What have you done, you bastard?!" Sunshine shouted at the Mother Will.
The Mother Will looked down on her with that smile.
"I gave her what she wanted," The Mother Will said, "An out."
"I'll kill you, you bastard!" Sunshine shouted. "I don't know how! But, there's a way! Just like there's a way out of here!"
The Mother Will was silent.
"... How can you kill what doesn't live?" She began, "Or what doesn't abide by your definitions of life?"
Sunshine narrowed her eyes as she knelt forward to pick Raven up...
"Don't forget what your Daughter plundered," The Mother Will said, pointing at the Book and the Chalice.
Sunshine shook her head as she picked up the Book and the Chalice and stuck it in her backpack before she scooped up Raven. Then she walked away...
... And the Recollection ended.
"That book is known as Walter's Book."
"That book has instructions to end the All-Verse."
"Disguised as instructions to become a God."
"That book is in St. Portwell."
"For the good of the All-Verse, you have to destroy it."
"... Please."
Victoria Blackmore
Interactions: None of note.
The Blackmore Manor. This morning.
Drake was violently awoken.
In a cold sweat - but that was just typical.
He sat up, took deep breaths, and looked around his room again. God damn it, another weird ass dream. He thought to himself. If it wasn't of Jade, it was of that Raven girl... is she still in The Pit? He wondered to himself. However, he also had to wonder what book that weird voice wanted him to destroy. That temple had something to do with the Stygian Snake, but Drake didn't know anything about the Pit, and he knew either Britney or Jack would know.
Jack seemed like the better option. If he wasn't pissed at him for clocking... Sloane.
Sighing, Drake pulled his legs closer to himself as he looked out the window.
"... DRAAAAAAAAAKE!" Victoria shouted from the kitchen (... presumably). "ARE YOU EATING BREAKFAST!?"
Drake sighed.
”... Yeah, give me a minute!” Drake shouted back.
He hopped out of bed. Got some food. Then, prepared for the day.
Later on....
It was time to go to the next meeting... as hesitant as Drake was, he was willing to give Auri one last chance before he struck out on his own. It seemed like he would do better that way, anyway. He was fully dressed, wearing black jeans, a white shirt, a black leather jacket, combat boots, sunglasses... and no keys. He dug into his pocket, only to see that he was minus the keys to his Dodge Charger. He looked around his room and didn't find the keys - No matter, it was probably in the dining room. He climbed the stairs and walked into the dining room, where he saw Victoria mopping the floor. He stood in the doorway as he asked,
”Vic,” He began. ”See my keys?”
"I haven't seen them," Victoria answered as she continued mopping. "But, I'll give 'im to you if I find them."
”Damn it, I need to get to Auri's meeting...” Drake shook his head as he turned to leave... then he heard the jingle of keys in Victoria's pocket. He looked over his shoulder, then heard it again. ”Vic...” He trailed off.
"Let me put this up, and then I'll talk to you..." Victoria quickly grabbed the bucket and scurried off. Drake trailed into the other room out of curiosity until something fell out of her pocket.
His keys.
”HEY-” Drake tried to reach for them, but Victoria used her telekinesis to launch the keys into her hand. He looked up at her, as he said, ”Give them to me! Those are mine!”
"No!" Victoria shouted, telekinetically putting the broom and bucket on the floor gently. She pointed at Drake and said, "I know you're trying to attend that meeting! Stay away from them!"
”Look!” Drake said, ”I know how you feel; let me make my own choice.”
"Your 'own choice'-" Victoria finger quoted. "-involves battery!"
”You know I'm not proud of that, now give me the-” Drake shouted, approaching Victoria with each step. A swirling white portal opened behind her, and she stepped into it. The portal closed, and Drake hissed, ”... DAMN IT!”
"... OOOOOOOOOH!" Victoria shouted from the dining room. "... DID YOU FORGET I COULD DO THAT?!"
”No I didn't!” Drake shouted back as he power-walked to the dining room.
"Maybe if you paid more attention when Dad taught us how to do this, you could do it too!" Victoria shouted as Drake got closer and closer.
When he arrived, Victoria already had another swirling white portal ready - one that led outside. She raised his keys into the air as she flatly said. "But look at that, you can't!"
”Vic! Gimme my keys!” Drake lunged forward, reaching for it. ”I'm not playing these games!”
Victoria was through the portal with a simple step backward, which closed before Drake could do anything about it. ”Son of a...” He hissed as he looked out the window and saw her in the yard. He quickly ran over to the window and easily opened it before he stepped through... however, he forgot it was far smaller than he remembered (or he was way smaller when he used to crawl through these windows) and had to squeeze through a bit. He fell ungracefully but quickly climbed to his feet and stomped over to his elder sister.
”... GIMME MY KEYS!” Drake shouted, sticking his hand out as he got closer.
"Drake! This is for your own good!" Victoria began, "Stay away from the Coven! Please stay away from them and get some therapy! That will help you; being around some toxic assholes won't! Auri doesn't have a goddamn clue what she's doing! She NEVER did, and probably never will!"
She narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at Drake, "You'll be safer here if you stay with us! We'll all be! And I'm saying that because we need you here! Especially your nieces! Please! Listen."
Drake came to a stop, sighing, as he looked at his feet. ”Look...” Drake trailed off, ”I know, you're right. On all accounts.”
He raised his head, staring at Victoria head-on, ”Auri is a dumbass - I'm a dumbass, probably the biggest you know...” He put a hand on his chest, as he tried to fight back tears. ”... But, Auri said that she made a breakthrough; she finally found something useful...”
He sighed as he finished, ”... I know it'll just be bullshit, but I'm going to give Auri one last chance. Just one. I have to... for Jade.”
Victoria sighed, shaking her head as she stuck her hand out. Using her telekinesis, the keys floated from hers to Drake's—who caught them. "Look, I thought I could talk you out of going there because Dad trusted me to protect you, Charles, and Manda from yourselves if something happened to him..."
She paused before sighing again, "... But I know I can't talk you out of this. Look, if you're deadset on this, you have to apologize to Sloane and act like you're sorry. I don't know how you're going to do it, but you have to."
Drake stared at the keys as he said, ”... I don't think I can.”
"Apologize?!" Victoria scoffed, "It doesn't matter if she rejects your apology, the point is that you realize you fucked up."
”Heh,” Drake laughed as he put his hands on his sides, ”You cursed.”
"Fuckin' sue me," Victoria rolled her eyes. "I just don't want you two getting in the habit of swearing around the triplets."
”How do I apologize to her?” Drake shrugged.
"I don't know!" Victoria shrugged. "Get her a gif, flowers - something that shows that you give a shit."
”I'll figure something out on the way there,” Drake shrugged.
"Where are you going?" Victoria raised an eyebrow.
”Kari's house,”
"... That's the big lead Auri came up with?" Victoria raised an eyebrow. "Don't get arrested. Don't beat anyone up."
”Now you sound like dad,” Drake laughed.
"Again, he asked me to, in his own words, 'protect you three from yourselves,'" Victoria laughed. "Look, you're a grown man, but turn your location on if something happens."
”... Now you really sound like Dad,” Drake rolled his eyes.
She walked over to Drake, put a hand on his shoulder, and looked him in the eye, "I love you, Drake. I know you're going through a lot and making lots of boneheaded decisions lately, but I care about you. And I don't want you to die a senseless death."
He grabbed his sister's hand and said, ”I know, and trust me, no one is dying on my watch.” He walked over to the car and got in. Victoria stared at him as he drove off towards the meeting.
"... Avenge Jade," Victoria said, "I know you have it in you."
Auri Auclair.
Interactions:
Kari Wilson's House.
It was a beautiful day to trespass on private property!
Britney walked alongside a road, holding the Noble Vow in hand, wearing blue jeans, a white sweater, and some pink New Balance running shoes. It provided ample cover for the early November weather, which was beautiful as the winds barraged her and the leaves fell. Adora was right by her side, walking with her hands in her pockets. She wore grey Nike sweatpants and a hoodie with white Air Force 1s. She calmly walked through the woods without a fear in the world. It's been a good week since the Coven reconvened... and Auri asked that everyone meet at Kari Wilson's house; no meeting is excellent... straight to the point because if they sit around each other, they will devolve into bickering.
And Britney wasn't here for all this drama.
She sighed as they finally approached Kari's House. A picturesque two-story cabin with a fancy pathway straight to it... and to Britney's knowledge, Kari inherited the place from her grandparents. Lucky her. Auri was sitting at the first stair with the Butterfly staff in hand. Britney and Adora walked over - and the latter crossed her arms,
”... You know you shouldn't be by yourself,” Adora said.
"I know," Auri began. "I just wanted to be the first person here."
”I'm just saying... I don't want anything to happen to you, Auri...” Adora shrugged.
”So, why are we here?” Britney asked. ”We really shouldn't be here...”
"I'd like to share that with the group when more get here," Auri answered.
”Sure, but they should hurry up,” Britney sat down on a rock nearby and placed the Noble Vow across her lap, ”I know we're trying to catch a killer, but I really don't want to get arrested.”
She awkwardly laughed, ”So, let's hope they hurry up!”
However, someone walked up—a surprise: Drake Blackmore. Britney didn't think too highly of him, but maybe this could be an excellent night if he kept a lid on it. Interestingly, he had a bouquet in hand—red roses. That made Britney raise an eyebrow. She was going to bring it up, but Adora beat her to it.
”Oooooh, Blackmore,” Adora grinned, putting a hand on her hip. ”You tryna' get booed up?”
”... I have an apology to make,” Drake sighed.
”Fair, fair,” Adora grinned. ”Well, I hope your apology goes well for ya'.”
”... I hope so, too,” Drake shook his head, staring at the floor.
After this, more people gathered, and Auri stood up and announced, "Welcome... it's great to see you all; you all look lovely." She tried to sound chipper, but Britney saw through it; she was forcing herself.
”So, are you finally going to tell us why we're hanging out at some dead chick's house?” Drake raised an eyebrow at Auri as he crossed his arms, still holding his flowers.
"Well, to get to the point, the other day Adora and I our met with our resident necromancer Lyss to get some possible leads from Father Wolf's victims..."
”... Hmph,” Adora scowled.
"... We summoned the spirits of Ashley and Lionel, and everything seemed normal until we summoned the spirit of Kari Wilson. She didn't seem to know who we were, like it was a completely different person. Lyss said it wasn't our Kari, which is very strange. So... I figured that we'd look into Kari."
”Yeah, I was right there,” Adora confirmed. ”I'm wondering how the hell we got a different Kari...”
Britney held her tongue as it was explained. It was a simple but genius idea to summon Father Wolf's victims... yet they only summoned three? And Kari was the only one that didn't line up. Though, she couldn't hold her tongue any longer as she stood up to her feet and asked,
”How did Lyss know it was a different Kari?” Britney asked. ”It's also possible that Kari could have had her memories erased or stolen before she died - or that she was simply lying to you three.”
”Beats me,” Adora shrugged. ”I'm not the supernatural expert”
"If she was lying to us or had her memories tampered with," Auri began, "... Wouldn't that warrant suspicion?"
Good point, but... Britney thought to herself.
”Well, in that case,” Britney began. ”Have you thought to summon the Spirits of everyone else, then? What about, you know, her best friend, Elsa?” She raised an eyebrow.
"I have not..." Auri said.
Adora shrugged. ”... In my defense, I completely forgot about Elsa.”
Could Kari be the killer?
She didn't seem the type, yet Kari had all the tools to be Father Wolf: information. She could know all the perfect opportunities to strike and vanish without a trace. This could be why Father World never left a trace — Kari knew how to cover her tracks. Yet, Britney found it hard to believe a chubby four-eleven girl could be going around stabbing people to death without someone putting up a fight. She also knew that jumping to conclusions this early on was a dumb idea, but she also knew that someone was going to jump to that conclusion regardless of what logic Britney could present to them.
”Well, where is Lyss, then?” Britney asked, ”We can just... summon Kari again, and everyone else, and see if we can figure this out. I know where this is going, and lemme say that I do not want to break into somebody's house if I can help it.”
Auri awkwardly shuffled her feet.
"... Lyss was murdered by Father Wolf during the Halloween Festival."
I guess since I'm literally going to debut him tomorrow, I'll post his npc sheet now.
'Johnny'.Valos
32 | Johnathon Jonah Valos | He/Him"Hate to ruin your good time, but it's shooooooooooowtime!"
Description:
The Wizard, The Highroller, the Pimp!
The firstborn son of Jason Valos, Johnny was conceived after his father seduced his mother, Anna Cruz (A housekeeper at a hotel he owned at the time). She got pregnant from the encounter, and knowing that he was wealthy and currently engaged, she managed to leech plenty of money from Jason Valos to keep shut. His mother found a relationship with another man and eventually gave Sylvia Cruz to the world! However, his step-father, Yoel Cruz, didn't want anything to do with a child that wasn't his, and neither did his mother.
So, without anybody to reign him in, he essentially became a hellraiser and did all the things kids shouldn't do. He hung out with the wrong crowds, did and sold drugs, fought, and tried fucking anything with two legs. He thought of everyone around him as a tool and consequently worthless; he didn't care about them or their feelings. This quickly became a worrying trend in school because he was making enemies fast, causing trouble that someone else had to clean up. Plenty of times, he came home beaten to a pulp or in detention - where he was beaten up after he got out.
Eventually, Anna had enough and sent Johnny to St. Portwell to live with his father, which initially sucked. Still, he was quickly introduced to a life of luxury... that made him even more arrogant. He was introduced to his family of siblings, Gabe, Jake, and Jaska, and they all had wacky adventures (With Sylvia eventually tagging along) in a city rife with chaos, magic, and adventure! This included causing plenty of headaches for Daddy Valos, as he typically received angry phone calls after their rampages. In between those, Johnny had plenty of time for hobbies, and poker, spades, and card games always came naturally to him, and so did the shooting, as he always loved western movies.
Though, Jason did very little to temper Johnny's attitude, and he still acted like a shithead until he was eighteen! It all culminated in Johnny getting the (then) mayor of St. Portwell's daughter pregnant during a drunken night of debauchery with the other Valos siblings that caused millions of dollars of property damage. He was expecting a slap on the wrist, but at this point, Johnny was eighteen and Jason was through with pampering the boy. Thus, he got cut off and returned to Miami, where not even his mother wanted anything to do with him, and he felt lost, desperate, and betrayed by the people he loved.
These feelings... they triggered his Kindling Event, which was a weird ass and trippy moment. However, he saw it as an opportunity! At the moment, he thought he was the only one with magic and thus went on a little magic-fueled crime spree throughout Miami! Eventually, he amassed enough wealth to afford an apartment for himself! However, he was not the only magic user in Miami; in fact, there was, at the time, one magic organization that ruled Miami's magic scene from the shadows: Dollhouse. Dollhouse noticed Johnny, but instead of killing him, they offered him a friendly invitation: join them.
With a grin, Johnny accepted the invitation and gained all the power, money, and status that came with rolling with Dollhouse. In their organization, he was nothing but a goon; he was muscle, a pusher, a bodyguard, an assassin, and a collector. He stuck with Dollhouse for a long time, picking up a few tricks from Dollhouse, learning all about magic and all the potential that comes with it... and it made him excited. However, the longer he rolled with Dollhouse, the more he learned their secrets... and he eventually found out about the Abscised Army, that they were kidnapping people and putting ghosts in them! Johnny thought that was a little bit fucked up and knew that his time with Dollhouse had come to an end.
He plotted, waited until the perfect moment, and then vanished without a trace, burning down the apartment complex that he was in. After laying low for a few months, Johnny used the skills and talents he picked up during his time with Dollhouse to become a magical gun for hire - picking up the alias of The Revolver. He traveled from one end of the country to the other, picking up jobs for the highest bidder and clashing with the PRA, Covens in different cities (including one in Tampa, Florida), and whoever else got in his way. Amassing a fearsome reputation on the streets and wealth like no other.
However, Johnny had to return to St. Portwell. For two reasons, the first being the string of murders that came to members of the Old Coven, which all of his siblings were a part of. The second was that he heard that Dollhouse had moved into St. Portwell. Thus, Johnny returned to protect his siblings from this mysterious killer and Dollhouse. Johnny is a very tall (at six-five) and well-built man who is half-black, half-Cuban. He is cocky, arrogant, and flashy, he only cares about his siblings, and everyone else is nothing but a stepping stone to him.
Interactions: Ayrin (Then Aaron, then back to Ayrin) Thorne (@NoriWasHere), & Aislin @Estylwen.
Cracker Island. Halloween Festival. Right outside the fight.
Unfortunately for Aislin, her plan hit a wall. A big beefy wall.
Aislin's collision with George didn't have the desired effect. Sure, she hit him, but unfortunately, given his size and strength, she didn't do so much as to cause him to flinch. Instead, she harmlessly bounced off his back mid-swing; indeed, crashing into him was unpleasant. It was comparable to launching oneself into a wall of steel. After the punch connected, George raised an eyebrow.
"... Did somebody try to tackle me?" He looked over his shoulder. "Or was it the wind?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WHAT THE FUCK?!" Carol laughed like a goblin as she stared at Aislin. She pointed at her and shouted, "This bitch launched herself at you like she was a fuckin' human cannonball!"
George broke out laughing.
"What the fu—" Unfortunately, he was distracted by Aislin and Carol. That left him wide open for Aaron's attack. The two anime blasts hit him in the chest, and he stumbled back. Then, the last one almost made him fall over. He caught his balance at the last second as he faced Aaron... now, Ayrin. He growled, quickly closing the distance between them with his arms out. He promptly grabbed Ayrin with both hands by the legs and prepared...
"This summer..." He grinned. Before he yeeted Ayrin into the distance, throwing her over buildings like it was nothing. "... You won't believe a bitch can fly!"
While this was going on, Carol was swinging on Aislin. Barraging her with as many punches as her little hands could dish out. "Yeah! Take that, you tiny motherfucker!"
The Halloween Festival. The Beach Bar. Cracker Island.
“Trevooooor, save Jack. He's our ride home. Bianca’s got us. Prove yourself and go saaaaaave him…”
Trevor scrunched his face up as he tilted his head.
"... Who is Jack? Your imaginary friend?" Trevor scratched his head and laughed. Probably imaginary question marks could be seen floating around his head. Also, stop kicking me! You're damaging federal property!" He rotated so that he was facing a completely different direction. If Sloane kept kicking, she'd probably be kicking more stool than anything.
"Maybe your friend has had enough to drink!" Trevor laughed as he pointed at the drink Agent Liao and Keagan left for the two. "Next up, she'll be asking me to save Jill!"
”Your boss and her… friend talked like they were close with Emily G. Reed and Vashti Nour. I know they helped with your… previous leader. Have you been working together since then?”
Trevor laughed.
"I wouldn't say they're close to the two... well, funny story," He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. "After the whole thing with, uh, you-know-who blew over, Agent Liao took over as regional commander. We tried to contact the two Covens—we couldn't find Greenwood, but we found 8th St... and found out all the fucked up shit they were doing. So we tried to get them to stop and when that didn't work, we raided 'em!"
He laughed again, as he continued, "I remember we hit 'em with the teargas, the flashbangs, the taser darts - they had this big motherfucker nothing worked on until I hit 'im with the Secret Weapon! But, yeah, they all managed to get away through a portal except for the leaders and this one guy... Agent Sawyer. Agent Sawyer. Ooooh, maaaan, he got dealt a bad hand in the... Lighthouse Incident."
The remaining four agents glared at him when he mentioned the Lighthouse Incident. He was quiet until they went back to chatting. Then he continued,
"Well, I guess since he left the PRA he's just Sawyer - forgot his first name - oh yeah, Aaron! But, he was a real stand up Agent, never did anything bad - unlike a majority of the Agents you run into - but his sister was an Agent too. And after the Lighthouse Incident she went MIA and it hit him real hard so he left. Not surprised about that. But also surprised he's rolling with Emily's crew - because have you spent more than five minutes with her?! What sort of fucked up, spoiled childhood when she have?!"
Then he laughed. "Oh yeah, I got off track, I didn't see how it ended, because the one with the book kicked me in the balls. But apparently Aaron bartered some type of deal between 8th Street and the PRA. They give us info on what's going on out there in the street and we turn a blind eye to their antics. A reeeeeeeeal popular choice if you ask me, but I'm just a three time Trainee Ag-"
”... Shouldn’t you be harassing your coworkers right now, Obott?”
Trevor screamed like a little girl, as he fell out of his chair. He stared dead on with this evil looking spooky motherfucker! He looked to the left, and then to the right, as he had no other options. He stuck his hand out towards the shadow demon ghost thing guy.
It was time for the Secret Weapon.
"... TESTICULAR TORSION!"
A glowing green orb came out of Trevor's hand at lightning speeds towards Jack/The Shadow Motherfucker. If it hit, it would bypass all defenses and... torsion his testicles.
"Oh shit!" At the same time Samson almost fell out of his chair... his firearm wasn't on him, but he definitely had a fire arm. He let loose a blast of fire that came out like a flamethrower towards Jack.
Cracker Island. Halloween Festival. Right outside the fight.
” If you want my phone you’ll have to take it from me. We both know you're too big of a pussy to fight someone who can beat you.”
"Ooooooooooooh!" George threw his hands up into the air as he pointed at her, turning towards Carol. "Do you see this motherfucker?!"
"Yeah I see this motherfucker!" Carol answered.
"Do you really see this motherfucker?!" George said again.
"Yeah I really see this motherfucker!"
"... Well not for long!" George shouted as he cocked back a fist, and came in with a wide-arced, full-force, haymaker. All of George's brutal strength focused into one punch towards Ayrin's chest.
Lisa sang along with the radio loudly, having a ball of her own as she sat in the back seat with Vanessa (who was sitting up) and Ella. She rocked her head back and forth as she sung.
Clementine wiped her face.
“... She was literally fighting for her life like ten minutes ago,” Clementine griped. “How does she still have the energy to be a goofball?”
”Because I’m fab-ulous!” Lisa laughed.
"Eventually, you gain the ability to zone it out," Saskia said tiredly.
“... When?!” Clementine laughed.
"Heyyy, can we change the channel? Maybe there's one with a song I know, then we can both sing!" Ella shouted, leaning forward.
"... Please no," Saskia muttered.
”You only know some weeb-ass anime music!” Lisa shouted back.
"I don't! I know some normal music!"
"... Can you please stop shouting," Saskia groaned. Then, to Clementine, they said, "This is what I’ve had to deal with the past few days."
”See! Even you think anime music is weird!” Lisa shouted back.
Clementine turned towards Saskia and stared at a thick tree they were coming up on.
“You know that tree is looking real nice right now…”
"It’s not abnormal, it’s special!" Ella yelled, volume somehow getting louder. "Normal music is boring."
"I agree about the tree…" Saskia said, staring at it.
”No it’s not!” Lisa replied. ”You just haven’t heard real music! Nor have you taken a shower, much like real anime fans!”
"What?! I took a shower last night! You heard me!" Ella pointed a finger at Lisa. "It’s cleaner than sleeping with spiders on me!"
”Spiders are clean animals!” Lisa retorted, ”Did you know they groom themselves?! Their webs too?! They clean themselves immediately after touching a person! And I know my spiders do the same after they touch you.”
"... they do?" Ella paused, eyes widening. "I didn’t know that! That’s kind of cool! I’m sorry spiders- but the point is, I also shower! I really want to clean myself now after that nasty man touched me!"
”Like that was the first time that happened, Ella!”
"It was the first time! The only other man who’s ever touched me is my Tuxedo Mask body pillow!"
”... Are you forgetting about your uncle?” Lisa teased, sticking her tongue out.
Ella tilted her head. "I don’t have a- OH! He wasn’t technically my uncle, he was-"
The car suddenly stopped as Clementine’s head whipped to the back seat.
”... WILL YOU TWO CUT IT THE FUCK OUT!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs and then panted over and over again. She put her hand to her face as she said, “There really ain’t no question about who you two are because you’re stiill as annoying as ever…” She shook her head.
”S-sorry,” Lisa stammered out.
"Heyyy, we’re not that annoying, you just don’t understand our friendship," Ella pouted.
"You absolutely are-" Saskia jerked her head towards the front. "Watch the road."
“... We’re not driving,” Clementine said. “I need a second, or else I’ll drive us all off a cliff!”
"Oh yeah." Saskia turned back to look at Ella. "Be quieter."
"Yesss boss," Ella agreed, eventually, looking at Clementine sheepishly. "Sorry."
“Thank you…” Clementine hit the gas pedal before she added, “We’re almost there anyway.”
The rest of the car ride was quiet and smooth, and Lisa had to hold the urge to chatter anyway because it seemed a little bit awkward. Finally, it stopped, and Lisa’s head whipped around to the side. She eyed a modest, one-story home. Clementine shut the car off and grumbled something under her breath before she threw a hand up in that direction.
“... Welcome to our humble abode,” Clementine said as she opened the door. “Can you three help Vanessa in?”
”I can try!” Lisa snorted, ”You gotta remember she’s over six feet tall, and I’m tiny!”
Clementine rolled her eyes.
“... Noted,”
"Don't worry, I've got this!" Ella said, hooking her arm around Vanessa and awkwardly trying to drag her out. The height difference wasn't as bad but it still wasn't really working.
"Why don't we take her legs," Saskia suggested, looking at Lisa.
”... I’m not trying that!” Lisa awkwardly laughed, then waved her arms in front of her. ”You see these noodle arms?!” Then laughed again.
“... I can stand just fine,” Vanessa rolled her eyes as she raised a hand to her head. She stood up to her feet, stumbling over before she braced herself on Ella. “Just help me walk, and make sure I don’t bash my brains in on the front stairs…”
”Lemme get the gate!” Lisa hurried to the front entrance and opened it for Saskia and Ella.
"Alright, I got you!" Ella properly wrapped her arm around Vanessa to support her. Saskia walked in front of them, half twisted around as if ready to catch her if she fell.
Clementine led the group to the front door and quickly dug into her pockets until she pulled out her keys. She stuck them in, opened them, and stepped inside—pivoting on her heel as she turned around to face the group. She held the door open and gave everyone a great view of their living room. She then pointed at the sofa and ordered,
“Lay her down on the sofa.”
"Alright!" Ella supported Vanessa over to the sofa, helping her down onto it, before looking around the room with wide eyes. "Whoa, this is massive!"
"Being a fed pays, huh," Saskia said, sitting down on the sofa themself. They were still a bit paler than normal, raising a hand to massage their forehead. "This is way better than the motel room… bet there's more than two beds."
"But why would we need more than one bed?!” Ella exclaimed.
“Hehe…” Clementine rubbed the back of her neck. “There’s only two beds in here. We don’t get a lot of guests.”
"Oh that’s okay, we’ll share!” Ella said cheerfully. "Me and Lisa like sharing and Saskia promised to be the middle spoon tonight anyway.”
"Less promised, more bullied into it so you can’t say I ‘have no game’," Saskia rolled their eyes.
”Hey now!” Lisa shouted, ”Who says we all can’t cuddle?!” she robotically turned her head towards Clementine.
“.,, I’ll sleep on the couch tonight,” Clementine replied.
"Awwww you could’ve been the biggest spoon, Clem,” Ella pouted. "Now I’ll never know what it’s like to be a littler spoon…”
“I have enough towels and toiletries here for everyone,” Clementine said. “Just uhhh… no clothes that’d fit you three.”
"I’m sure we can make do with at least a change of shirt, even if it’s too big," Saskia shrugged.
"Oh yeah, I’m comfy to just wear that, as long as it covers my ass!” Ella nodded.
”I mean I wouldn’t mind if it didn’t…” Lisa mused.
Saskia face palmed. "I meant keeping on your own pants, idiot."
“I mean I don’t think you three want to walk around in dirty clothes all night!” Clementine laughed.
"It’s not that bad…" Saskia trailed off, looking down at their own clothes. They were stained with blood and covered in dust. "You’re right. Anything else is fine, as long as Ella’s ass is covered."
”Oh, stop acting like you wouldn’t like it as much as I[ would,” Lisa laughed.
"Shhhh," Saskia hissed, glaring at Lisa as if she’d just spilled the biggest totally not obvious secret. "Don’t out me like this."
"Huh?” Ella tilted her head, clearly not getting it. She then turned to Clementine. "Well, since that’s decided, we should all take showers and get changed, right, girls? Then we can discuss what happened!”
”Yeah!” Lisa shouted, thrusting a fist into the air.
After a good amount of time, the three finally took showers. Thankfully, the Washingtons had two different showers, so they wouldn’t have to wait forever just to shower. Afterward, Clementine provided the three girls random tee shirts… which looked comically large on Lisa and Saskia. Lisa herself hopped on the sofa with the other two, and Clementine walked out and sat down some distance away from them.
“I…” Clementine said, “Okay, okay. You three are still as annoying as I remembered, but… it feels surreal having you back after so long. I kind of missed it, not gonna lie…”
"Aww, we missed you too!” Ella grinned. "Though for us it… hasn’t really been that long.”
"It’s nice to be back," Saskia sighed. They sat with their legs tucked under them, completely covered by the t-shirt, which only made it look more comical. "”... wait, how have I been annoying?"
“By association,” Clementine then sighed. “But it’s been ten years, Ella. Ten long years. I’m not going to sit here and act like we were tight, but Jesus...”
”... Did you beat the Stygian Skake?” Lisa asked. ”Is the Coven still around?”
“Yes, we did… and no its not,” Clementine shook her head and looked at the ground; she then shrugged. “There is a reason why I called it the old Coven… Well, I mean, here’s what practically happened…”
She put her hands together and explained, “No one in the Coven really liked each other. Sure, there were always cliques like… you three and Kari, the smart kids, et cetera. But at the end of the day, most of the Old Coven were fighting for one united cause and only looked past each other’s… quirks for the greater good.”
She shrugged, putting her hands back into her lap, “Once the Stygian Snake was gone, and St. Portwell turned into a shit show… well, a band of teenaged brats with magic acted like… a band of teenaged brats with magic.”
She looked at Lisa and said, “There was bickering like crazy, and lots of fucked up shit that people were doing in the dark came to light. It was chaotic, and Ashley, Daisy, and Auri barely did anything except play favorites. People were getting voted out left and right; if they weren’t kicked out, they left. ‘Nessa and I tried to pull through, but the Coven got too toxic for us in the end, and we left.”
She shook her head one last time, “Sometimes I wonder if you three were there, things would have been different…”
"Ella and Lisa always had a way of bringing people together, somehow," Saskia said softly, glancing at them both. There was a hint of… sorrow in her expression, minute but just visible. "Everything has to end."
"What kind of ‘fucked up shit’ came to light?” Ella asked, surprisingly honing in on that where Saskia didn’t. "Was it Greyson? I always found him a bit weird.”
“Well, at the end of the day, Greyson just... stole shit and was an asshole,” Clementine shrugged. “One of the two big things that happened was that Britney… she was cursing people and adjoining them to Apparitions to rope them into the Old Coven.”
”Wait! Really?!” Lisa tilted her head at the revelation. ”Like how? Why? She was always so nice…”
“Beats me,” Clementine shrugged before she leaned back in her chair. “It was sooooooooo fucked up though… I couldn’t see Britney the same.”
"No way, I liked Britney!" Ella gasped, shaking her head.
Saskia frowned. "There were… a lot of people she saved that ended up adjoined. Like Luca. Remember him? Lisa dangled him from a spider once."
“... And how could I forget that?” Clementine laughed. “Nessa and I joked about how fuckin’ nuts that was. Like… ‘Oh no, Scott Reese is after us, let me just dangle this m-f from a flying spider’... Okay, I’m getting off subject here,” She laughed before that smile turned utterly straight.
“... Britney adjoined him,” Clementine answered. “And to my knowledge, he still has it, but I don’t know. It’s been ten years, maybe he got it fixed.”
"Seriously? That thing was ruining his life," Saskia grimaced.
”I mean… she was such a nice person…” Lisa was at a loss for words.
“That’s how people like Britney be,” Clementine began, “They act nice to hide how they really are. To make you think ‘Naw, she would never do something like that’.” She shook her head.
“Fuckin’ monster,” She hissed, “It’s part of the reason why me and ‘Nessa do this: to stop people like Britney and to help victims like Luca.”
"Do this as in… the magical feds?" Saskia asked, raising an eyebrow. "Clearly there's people like Britney in your ranks."
"Yeah! That Stauber guys a real piece of work!" Ella shouted.
“Look, we know,” Clementine said, “But there’s a process here. Like I said before, we’d need proof to do anything about it. But, if it were up to me, he would…” She then finger-quoted, “...‘fall out of a window’ and it’d be over and done with, but sadly it don’t work like that.”
"We can push him out a window for you!" Ella said cheerfully.
Saskia nodded before asking ominously, "Do you have any paper and a pen?"
“Yes…” Clementine said as she reached into a nearby drawer and handed Saskia a tiny notepad with a pen. “... Please tell me you’re not going to draw anything crazy.”
"Of course not," Saskia said, beginning to sketch a vague human shape.
"I hope you're drawing us this time!" Ella said, leaning over to watch for a moment. "She'll be a while… What was the other big thing?"
Clementine sighed.
“.... Remember Alizée? I mean, you probably do…” She shrugged.
”It’s only been like a week since we’ve seen them from our perspective,” Lisa shrugged. ”She was that creepy gal with the creepy Apparition, right?”
“Right,“ Clementine flatly answered with a shrug. “Well, he was making her go around and bleed innocents dry,”
”Like a… like a Vampire?” Lisa said.
“Well, he apparent- yeah, like a vampire,” Clementine began. “Except without blood.”
”I mean… I always thought she was weird,” Lisa awkwardly laughed.
“I would say the pot calling the kettle black,” Clementine said, “But, she was a whole different kind of fucked up. That Apparition… Despite the Coven shitting on her, they never did anything to help her or stop her. So, she’s probably still out there hurting people. As. We. Speak.”
"Seriously? Nobody actually stopped her?" Ella shook her head, grabbing her Channeler and holding it against her chest. "Maybe when we're done here we can go sort her out!"
”Yeah!” Lisa shouted, throwing a fist in the air.
“That’s to my knowledge,” Clementine answered. “I haven’t been to St. Portwell in a long time, nor have I really kept in contact with the Old Coven. So maybe someone with sense took care of her. Maybe she’s still out there. Who knows.” She shrugged.
"Well we'll be going to St Portwell when everything's done! We can make sure everything's good. Right?" Ella looked at Saskia and Lisa.
"Right," Saskia nodded. "We can't leave just now, but when we can…"
”Where else would we go!?” Lisa laughed. ”We clearly need to get back there. They’re obviously lost without us….”
“That’s what I been meaning to ask about…” Clementine trailed off, “... You said the Hound brought you three back for a mission or two?” She tilted her head.
”Yes, two missions, but our first mission is defeating a fella’ named Morningstar,” Lisa answered.
“I have no clue who that is,” Clementine said. “But, that’s… weird…”
”What’s weird about it?” Lisa answered. ”You don’t want us to come back?!”
“No, I’m not saying that…” Clementine began, before she narrowed her eyes, “I’m just saying the timing of it all. You three return ten years later when shit’s brewing. There has to be something else going on here.”
"Well the hound said someone asked for a favour, so maybe that person knew we were needed?" Ella tilted her head. "Clearly things haven't been going well without us around… I bet if everyone gets together to solve these, uh, murders, they'll just fight again!"
“Again, it’s just a weird ass hunch,” Clementine shrugged, “But, I doubt the Coven’s ever going to reform. You weren’t there to see how badly shit was going after the Snake was defeated. We must have really hated each other, but we lost the one thing that was letting us push it aside.”
She shook her head, “If it reforms, I’ll eat my shoe.”
”It was that bad?” Lisa asked.
“It was that bad.”
"Doesn't surprise me," Saskia said, without looking up from their drawing.
"But you were always negative!" Ella rolled her eyes. "Just you wait well get back, reform the coven and then you'll have to eat your shoe!"
“You can try,” Clementine said, “But, you have to understand the Coven fell apart for a reason.”
"... Well, I'm sure we can find something else to unite everyone again," Ella said.
"Like murder," Saskia intoned.
"Yes like murder- wait no! That makes it sound like we're going to start murdering!"
”I mean, that wouldn’t be a bad thing now would it?” Lisa said.
"It wouldn't," Saskia nodded.
Clementine facepalmed.
"Oh!" Ella suddenly jerked forward, as if she just remembered something. "Why were you going after that stripper? What was her name… some gem… oh, Sapphire! What did she do?"
”... Neon,” Lisa corrected. ”Sapphire was the other ass-shaker.”
“Neon…? You mean Guadalupe Sanchez?” Clementine asked, raising an eyebrow. “We suspect that she’s a member of The Society - in addition to being a drug peddler - so we figured we’d bring her in for questioning.”
”By who? I mean, who confirmed her as a member?” Lisa asked.
“Agent Stauber…” Clementine trailed off. “We got proof and everything.”
”I mean, Stauber is clearly a dirty agent - you said so yourself! How do we know he’s telling the truth?” Lisa asked, tilting her head. ”He actually works for The Society. He uses PRA resources to take out their targets.”
“I mean, we have a warrant out for her arrest,” Clementine noted, “What do you suggest we do?”
"Undo the warrant!" Ella exclaimed. "Or I dunno, give her witness protection! Whatever you police do!"
"Your information is clearly shit," Saskia pointed out, not holding back. "You don’t even know who Morningstar is. He’s the Society overlord. Stauber would definitely know who he is.“
"He would- oh, maybe we can find her and protect her!" Ella suggested.
”All you have to do is put that big butt in the way and she’s untouchable!” Lisa shouted, raising a fist in the air.
“I mean I can’t just undo a warrant with what we actually have on her,” Clementine shook her head. “But, look, I’ll make an offer: if you three can prove her innocence, we’ll gladly drop the warrants.”
”... How do we do that?” Lisa shrugged.
“I’m sure you can find a way,” Clementine said.
"Why does everyone throw us into situations with no help!" Ella wailed.
”Because we are the help!” Lisa bubbly said, ”Everyone we meet knows how capable we are… We killed Mala’Boolaan after all.”
"Don’t worry," Saskia chuckled, a soft, evil sound. "It’ll be easy. I know a way."
”Does it involve spiders? Can it involve spiders?” Lisa asked.
Clementine facepalmed. “How about we talk about it in the morning? You three clearly need some sleep. A lot of it.”
”... I mean we were asleep for ten years!” Lisa laughed.
”Yeah, we’ve slept too long!" Ella punched the air.
Clementine sighed.
“... It’s so good to have you back.”
"If anything I feel invigorated." Saskia nodded, looking at Lisa. "Now, my plan. Don’t worry, it involves spiders. So…"
Saskia held up the drawing she’d been working on. It was rough, depicting a man… bound in a chair, seemingly. It would be difficult to tell who it was if she hadn’t drawn an arrow pointing to him with ‘STAUBER’ written in block capitals. Beside him were three girls… Again, rough sketches, but other things pointed to who they were. Lisa was vomiting spiders on him, Saskia was torturing him with a blood tentacle and Ella was watching with a thumbs up. Saskia had made sure to draw bones sticking into his torso, acid wounds and spiders all over him.
"We capture Stauber and torture him for information."
Clementine’s jaw dropped.
”Yeah, she’s an amazing artist, isn’t she?!” Lisa shouted, putting both of her thumbs up.
“Okay, bed. Right now. All three of you!” Clementine got up and grabbed Lisa by the shoulders and pushed her towards her bedroom. “Don’t do anything weird in my bed please. Also no spiders!”
”... Awww.” Lisa groaned.
Saskia and Ella begrudgingly followed. But, Saskia made sure to say, as she placed the picture on the coffee table, "You can have it, Clementine. A gift."
“I’m goo- okay sure!” Clementine smiled as she pushed them into her bed room. A regular bedroom with plenty of candles that were not lit yet. Lisa shrugged as she looked at Saskia and Ella.
”Remember the cuddle order gals,” Lisa began, then pointed at Saskia. ”You spoon me - No tiddy grabbing tho’.”
Then she pointed at Ella, ”Then you spoon her. Deal?”
"Fine," Saskia sighed. "But make sure I can breath."
”Got it!" Ella grinned. ”I’m gonna sleep so well tonight, I just know it!"
”Me too!” Lisa then loudly yawned. ”Let’s hit the hay, girls… I’m beat.”
She climbed on the bed, laying on her side. Saskia stared at the bed for the moment, only getting on when Ella shoved her. She slotted in behind Lisa, wriggling up so she could breathe, before loosely hugging her. Ella cheerfully jumped on behind them both - arms long enough she could pretty much hug them both!
”... Night girls!” Lisa shouted.
"... night."
”Sweet dreams!" Ella shouted back. ”... and no morning spiders!"
Anya redo 3.0 except I changed her fourth lux type with permission
@Punished GN Most of the new stuff is under the living dream with a few other adjustments. I think the current weaknesses can / should stay since they're mostly for dream weaving, and you can give me some more for the new summoning stuff?
Paranormal-Abilities ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "How naive to think you’re safe from your dreams."
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Anya’s main speciality comes with the ability to manipulate dreams. She sees dreams as a way into someone’s soul - to find out information they wouldn’t otherwise divulge, to manipulate their opinions and to ultimately control them. It took her a while to come to this conclusion, and discover her affinity.
Dream Weaving ⫻ Anya's main spell discipline, Dream Weaving is the art of entering and manipulating dreams. It's a unique combination of Anya's purple and pink lux, allowing her to physically enter dreams. She essentially teleports into the dream. The target must be asleep and dreaming for her to enter their dream world.
Dream Visit ⫻ The primary spell to Anya's Dream Weaving discipline, allowing Anya to enter a specific person's dream. This hinges on two conditions. First, the person must be asleep and dreaming. Second, she must have met them before. Once these conditions are met she can enter someone's dream. This takes both time and concentration, and she then teleports into their dream world - her physical body is in there, so her body isn't left behind. Entering a specific dream takes a lot of energy, so she can generally only visit two before she need to rest (either a minimum four hour sleep, or ten hours outside of the dream world). She can exit the dream at will, either to her previous physical location (where she entered the dream) or to another dream.
Dream Walking ⫻ A more dangerous variety of Dream Entry, where Anya can walk through the dreams of anyone. It’s much like walking down a dark path - she doesn’t know where she’ll end up, and can only pick a direction. She can move from dream to dream like this, not being limited in the number she goes to as it doesn't take as much energy as entering a specific dream, but it's risky. It's much easier for her to get trapped doing this or to walk into a dangerous dream and get hurt. She can exit this in the same way she does dream entry.
Dream Manipulation ⫻ Anya's primary and strongest spell, this allows her to change the dream she's currently in. It's possible for her to change any element of the dream. She can shift the dream to an entirely new location, or bring in a specific "person" (a dream version). She can manipulate the narrative of the dream, change the events going on. Each change takes time, and the amount of time is dependent on how large the change is. She can only change one aspect at a time - she can't change the environment while also removing the presence of something. She needs to layer them change by change, with each one taking energy and time. It's easier to manipulate a dream to something similar to what it already is. However, she's very adept at this spell and it's one of her best. She's been working on it for ten years to get faster and more efficient at manipulating it, to the point she can fully change a dream during the hours she's in it.
Dream Interaction ⫻ A passive spell that comes by virtue of Anya physically being within a dream, rather than accessing it with just pink lux. Anya can physically interact with the dream and the dreamer, just as it can interact back with her. This means she can move things in the dream, interact as if they were real ect. She can talk to and interact with the dreamer. But it also means that if anything in the dream hurts Anya, it's hurting her physical body. If she dies in the dream she's properly dead.
Dream Damage ⫻ A more advanced version of Dream Interaction, which allows Anya to interact with and damage the dreamers physical form through hurting them in her dreams. Any wound she inflicts on the dreamer will appear on their body. With active concentration, this will be damage caused by her or anything she holds. With more concentration and energy she can allow the dream itself to interact and damage the dreamer. In the case of the blind, it would be possible for the dream to kill them. She has never tried this before.
Subliminal Messaging ⫻ Based on pink lux knowledge Greyson Devola passed on to her, this is essentially Anya's version of dream 'More Than a Feeling.' This is unaffected by emotional fields, as she's already essentially infiltrated. This works by leaving subtle suggestions via the dreams, directly influencing the dreamer to wake up feeling inclined to follow the suggestion. These are typically simple messages, pushing people to return to her shop and purchase more of her wares. Or for them to wake up feeling content. Given enough time, she can paint much more intricate subliminal messages through the dream imagery in combination with her dream manipulation. This is quite energy and time consuming, compared to more simple suggestions. This is heavily based on the dreams themselves, and how likely the target is to follow through on a suggestion - as dreams often reflect their moods, and anything to jarringly different won't be followed.
Dream Exit ⫻ A spell that Anya is currently working on, but hasn't made any progress on. The aim is for it to allow her to exit the dream at the location of the dreamer, rather than from where she entered which is the 'default'. She wants to be able to choose which of the two to exit from. So far her attempts have been unsuccessful.
Dream Companion ⫻ Another spell Anya is working on, which would allow her to bring another person or physical object into a dream with her. Right now she is practicing with objects. She's been able to bring up to something as big as a tennis ball, but nothing larger. She tried a teddy bear recently, and the results weren't pretty.
Dream Boost ⫻ The third spell of her dream weaving Anya is working on, born from her own selfishness. She wants to be able to boost her own abstraction using the dream itself. This would essentially allow her to drain part of the dream to strengthen herself, thus allowing her to be more powerful within the dream itself and be able to manipulate it better. She is yet to succeed at any attempts of this spell.
Dream Inducement ⫻ This spell that Anya can use in the waking world to induce dreams in someone, rather than waiting for it to happen naturally. Anya either has to touch the person to induce dreams, or have something “anchoring her to them”. Specifically, they must have an object with a specific dreamer locator spell on it. When Anya induces a dream she can choose the general type of the dream - whether it's a good dream, or a nightmare. She can’t choose anything beyond that, it's otherwise the same as a normal, natural dream.
Dream Devices ⫻ Anya's second discipline, focusing primarily on using her orange lux to infuse objects with the aid of her other lux to enhance her dream weaving use, along with objects to manipulate dreams in her place.
Dream Inducer ⫻ A spell to infuse a small object with a dream inducer spell. This induces dreams in someone when they're asleep but not dreaming. This object needs to be close to them, at least within a metre. For example, put on a bedside table. Its useless if its too far away. This infusion lasts for approximately a week.
Nightmare Ward ⫻ Anya infuses a small object with a weak nightmare ward spell. If kept close enough this will reduce the number of nightmares someone has. Like the dream locator, it must be placed within a metre of the user. It only reduces nightmares. It doesn't keep away other bad dreams, such as stress dreams, nor does it guarantee good dreams.
Nightmare Inducer ⫻ The opposite of Nightmare Ward, Anya infuses a small object with a spell that increases the number of nightmares someone has. It has a slightly larger range, just having to be in the same room as someone (unless it's a really big room).
Dream Encapsulation ⫻ The main spell that Anya is working on, which would allow her to store a specific dream within an object. It is essentially her dream manipulation spell infused into an object, with specific dream "settings" chosen upon infusion. At the moment, she can infuse a tiny dream influence into an object - something like a plant appearing. The aim is for her to have three different types of Dream Encapsulation infusions, as follows:
Generic Dreams ⫻ The simplest type, which she is currently working towards. This would allow her to create objects with a basic dream stored in them. This object would then influence the dreams of a nearby dreamer, like Anya would within their dreams, to turn it into the stored dream. This would be generic scenarios without any person specifics - such as a nice picnic in a field, going to a beach, or a space adventure.
Specialised Dreams ⫻ A more complicated type, this infusion would include more complicated and tailor made dreams. This would include elements that only a specific person could have in their dream - people they know, for example. It could also be an incredibly specific scenario: for example, going on a date with a specific person at their favourite restaurant, with the music from a specific band playing. She hasn't made any progress on this part.
Variable Dreams ⫻ The most complicated type, combining white lux with the dream manipulation infusion. This would allow her to infuse a stone with a variable dream manipulation spell, with pink lux reading the users mind to tell what they want to dream about and then manipulating their dreams to follow their wishes that night. This is her ultimate aim, so that she no longer has to manipulate every dream herself. Currently she's very far away from making it happen.
Dual-Teleporter ⫻: Another spell Anya has been working on, but has no success with. It's technically unrelated to dreams but will allow her to return to a specific location after using dream exit to step out at a dreamer's location. The aim is to infuse two objects, with one acting as a location and the other an entry point. She would then use the entry point, on her person, to teleport to the location object. This would allow her to use basic teleportation where she otherwise can't. So far, she's been unsuccessful with it.
A Living Dream ⫻ Anya's third and final discipline, she has primarily focused her efforts on developing this over the last ten years. It taps into the gold lux she was unable to use during the battle against the Stygian Snake, much to her frustration. Her first success with a summoning spell was eight years ago. This discipline allows Anya to create creatures from her own dreams, nightmares she visited or a target's dream in the waking world.
Dream Creation Control ⫻ A key spell to Anya's living dreams, using her gold lux with a small amount of pink lux to allow Anya to fully control and manipulate her creations. She can give them commands telepathically, and they will follow them to the best of their ability. She can give any kind of command, but the creation won't neccesarily be able to follow them.
"Your Worst Nightmare Brought To Life" ⫻ Anya's primary summoning spell, she can create a creature from or based off one of the last two nightmares she visited. It's easiest to directly create something that was in the nightmare, such as creating a werewolf that she saw in the last nightmare she visited. She can form more abstract nightmares into a living nightmare - such as a nightmare about fire, allowing her to create some kind of monster made of fire. This takes more effort and concentration compared to directly creating what already existed. Anya can only summon one living nightmare, but is relatively unlimited by size. The larger it is the more difficult the spell is to cast and the longer it will take. A small to medium sized living nightmare would take a minute, and larger could take up to five. These living nightmares are completely solid, able to interact with the real world and fight like a creature of that type would. However they're also limited by the real world and have no emotional fields. Technically Anya could manipulate nightmares to include creatures she wanted to summon, but nightmares are incredibly dangerous environments for her and the risk would generally be too high.
"My Dreams Are Reality" ⫻ Anya's secondary summoning spell, which is both more potent and limited. It allows her to create something from her last dream. Now, Anya can easily manipulate her own dreams (within reason) just as she would anyone else's. She can manipulate her dreams to include a dream creature that she know's she'll need, and then summoning it when awake. However she can only summon from her own dream for up to two hours after waking up. This severely limits her, to the point that she can rarely use the spell efficiently. She can summon one large creature from her dreams, or multiple smaller ones - which is often her main use to help her tidy up her shop in the morning. Otherwise, it works like her living nightmare spell.
"Show Me Your Dreams" ⫻ A spell that Anya is still working on, this allows her to create a living dream directly from a target's last dream. This uses her pink lux to read the target's last dream from their mind, and then create something based off of that. She has to be able to see whoever she's targetting however emotional fields don't block it, as she's barely intruding. At the moment she can only use this to create a small minion, and she can't choose what it will be - it's completely random based off the dream.
From the time of her kindling event at age ten, until she went through her rebellious phase at sixteen and subsequently joined the coven, Anya primarily learned spells from her older siblings and parents - struggling to create her own. She has lower affinity for most of these spells, and basically doesn’t use them anymore due to them being weaker and having more limits.
Illusion Creation ⫻ A spell that would allow the caster to create a full illusion, Anya can only create a tiny and very subtle illusion. For example, the sound of something falling, or the illusion of a fly. She learned this from Nisha.
Portal Creation ⫻ Learnt from her mum, Anya can created a portal to somewhere else. To where, you ask? Well, Anya doesn’t know until she steps through the portal.
Telekinesis ⫻ Learnt from Kiran, Anya has a very rudimentary telekinesis spell. She can use telekinesis on an object up to 20g of weight.
Sharpen Object ⫻ A very basic version of a spell her dad could use, Anya can make an object sharper. The object has to already be sharp, though, or it doesn’t do much.
LIMITS ⫻
Dream Weaving ⫻ There are some general limits to Anya's dream weaving spells. She can only be in any dreams that aren't her own for five hours, and one specific dream for up to three hours. To enter a dream, the target must be asleep and dreaming. If they wake up she's forcefully teleported out. Since Anya is physically in a dream, she can be hurt by it. She could be hurt enough to get killed. While Emotional-Field’s generally don’t affect her spells (being non offensive in nature), Paranormals can sense something’s off with their dream. It's possible for them to even notice her presence, realise she’s not part of the dream or actively seek her out in their dream.
Dream Visit ⫻ Anya needs to have met whoever's dream she's entering. She can only enter two in a night before she needs four hours minimum of sleep, or ten hours outside of dreams.
Dream Walking ⫻ Anya can enter about ten dreams during dream walking, before she needs four hours minimum of sleep, or ten hours outside of dreams. Anya can't choose where she's going, only the direction she's walking in. The dreams she walks into are completely random, and she could walk into a dangerous situation.
Dream Manipulation ⫻ Dream manipulation takes time and energy. The bigger a change, the longer it will take. Adding in a new element will take seconds for something small, to minutes for something large. Bringing in a dream person could take up to ten minutes. Changing the entire dream, such as a peaceful dream to a warzone, would take an hour or two in total for all the elements to be changed. There's a risk of "overloading" the dream if she adds too many conflicting elements, which could rebound and hurt her. The dream doesn't pause during the manipulation. Changes also take energy, and the larger changes she makes the more likely she is to exhaust herself and have to leave a dream early.
Dream Interaction ⫻ Anya is physically limited by how she can interact with a dream. She can't interact with something that's outside of her reach. She can't do anything she couldn't do in the real world if she's not using her dream manipulation spell.
Dream Damage ⫻ Using this spell is incredibly taxing on Anya. Hurting someone through a dream is difficult, and will exhaust her enough that she'll likely have to leave the dream immediately afterwards. It requires complete concentration. Emotional-fields protect against it, she can't just kill someone with them in their dream.
Subliminal Messaging ⫻ Anya can only leave one subliminal message, and it can't be anything too complicated. If the suggestion conflicts with what the person would normally do or their personality, it's likely it won't be followed through. Something jarringly different from the rest of the dream will also be ignored. These suggestions or emotion changes need to be done through dream imagery, which can be time consuming for anything more complicated.
Dream Companion ⫻ Currently, Anya can't bring anything bigger than a tennis ball and she hasn't tried it with anything sentient. It's more exhausting to bring something into a dream with her.
Dream Boost ⫻ The boost will directly correlate to the amount Anya drains from a dream, and eventually she will run out of elements to take. It takes time to draw the energy from them. At the moment, she can't use this spell.
Dream Devices ⫻ Anya can currently infuse about five a day of her first three dream objects. The rest she can't properly do yet, but will be slower when she can.
Dream Inducer ⫻ This infusion last approximately a week. The object needs to be within a metre of the person for it to work.
Nightmare Ward & Nightmare Inducer ⫻ The object needs to be kept within two metres to be effective. The infusion only lasts for two weeks. It only increases or decreases nightmares, it doesn't guarantee a major change in dreams.
Dream Encapsulation ⫻ Anya currently can't really use this spell, and it takes a lot of energy to use. She can only infuse an object so that it makes very minor, near neglible, manipulations to dreams. It needs to be within a metre to be effective.
Dream Exit ⫻ Currently can't use this spell.
A Living Dream ⫻ There are a few general limits to her living dreams. She can only have only have a living dream summon from one dream - so if she creates from her own dream and then wants to do something from a nightmare, she must dispell the one from her dream. Her creations only last for up to thirty minutes, but anything past fifteen starts to physically drain her to the point she could pass out. The larger her living dream the more energy she will have to use to create it, and control it. She has to be able to see her creation to be able to control it. Her creations don't have emotional fields, making them weak to magical attacks. They can be killed / destroyed just like a human could, though they might be stronger or more durable depending on what they are.
"Your Worst Nightmare Brought To Life" ⫻ Anya can only create one living nightmare. A small one, about half her size, would take a minute to create. One of her size a couple of minutes, and anything larger up to five. While these living nightmares generally recognise their creator and won't hurt her even if she isn't controlling them, that isn't guaranteed. The larger, the more unstable. Abstract nightmares made into creatures double the time taken and use more energy, compared to a direct creation.
"My Dreams Are Reality" ⫻ This can only be used within two hours of her dream, making it severely limited. She can create multiple small, identical creatures, or one larger one. She can only use this once, before she needs to sleep and dream again. It takes about two minutes to cast.
"Show Me Your Dreams" ⫻ This spell is quite limited at the moment. She can only create a small minion based on the dream she read, and doesn't choose what it is from the dream - instead it's relatively random. She has to see the person she's reading a dream of. It's quite a risky spell as she doesn't really know what she'll get until it exists.
Anya is pretty shit at most of these spells to the point they are practically useless.
Illusion Creation ⫻ She can only create really small illusions, three times a day, which last for up to five minutes.
Portal Creation ⫻ Anya can’t choose the location of the exit portal. It’s two ways, but only lasts for five minutes. She can only do it once a day.
Telekinesis ⫻ Anya can only levitate an object of up to 20g of weight. It's blocked by emotional fields, but she couldn’t use it on any person anyway.
Sharpen Object ⫻ A non sharp object won’t be affected by this spell. It can only make objects such as knives cut a bit better. Emotional fields completely block it, so she can’t sharpen a table knife and then kill a paranormal with it.
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Attempting to exert excessive control or make too many changes within a dream could destabilize the dream environment. Anya's manipulation may introduce conflicting elements or disrupt the natural flow of the dream, leading to instability within the dream realm and possibly collapse - ending the dream then and there and forcing her back to the real world. Anya's attempts to manipulate dreams may provoke resistance or backlash from the dreamer's subconscious. If the dreamer's subconscious rejects Anya's alterations or perceives her presence as a threat, hostile anomalies within the dream could manifest and force her out of it. Overloading the dream environment with excessive changes or manipulations can lead to unintended consequences or unforeseen outcomes. Anya's alterations may also create unexpected scenarios that escalate out of control, leading to the collapse of a dream. The more Anya interacts with nightmares, the greater the risk of succumbing to their malevolent influences. Prolonged exposure to nightmares can corrupt her thoughts, emotions, and perceptions, blurring the line between reality and illusion. She may struggle to distinguish between dreams and waking life, experiencing hallucinations or delusions that threaten her grasp of reality. If Anya is injured in a dream, the injuries transfer to the real world, and if she is killed in someone's dreams, then she dies in real life.
Also, there is a chance that Anya may randomly enter the Dreams of the dreaded Trevor Obott. The more dreams Anya enters a night, the more likely she'll accidentally enter his dreams. Even if Shimmer's Trevor is dead, due to magic bullshit I won't explain; she'll just enter the dreams of an alternate Trevor. And every one of them is just as terrible as Shimmer's Trevor.
Summoning creatures from dreams can be mentally taxing, especially if Anya attempts to summon complex or large entities. After prolonged use, she may experience mental fatigue, headaches, or even lose control over her creations. In addition, Living Nightmares drains Anya's stamina and energy reserves rapidly. Extended use of this spell can leave her exhausted and vulnerable to subsequent threats. Maintaining telepathic control over her creations requires intense concentration and cognitive focus. Anya's control may falter if she becomes overwhelmed, potentially leading to her creations acting unpredictably. They may behave erratically or even turn against Anya if they perceive her as a threat, posing a danger to friends and foes alike.
With all three blades in hand, the creature with the blades lept through the air, bringing them all down, blade first on Saskia and Clementine. However, the latter raised her hand and created a transparent glowing blue dome around them. The creature was stopped in its tracks, falling to the ground, as Clementine briefly dropped the shield and shouted.
“... Here’s your opening, kid!” She aimed her pistol at it.
"... Not a kid," Saskia muttered, moving forward and raising a leg. They stomped it down at the fallen creature, a short, sharp bone spear shooting out from their foot to impale it. Piercing through its stomach, it quickly sat up and used the momentum to stab at Saskia with all of its blades. However, another glowing barrier appeared, blocking all the attacks as it rose to its feet.
“I’m going to drop it again! Get out of the way!” Clementine said.
"Shit." Saskia gritted her teeth, snapping the bone spear where it met her foot with another spell and jumping back. The blood blades on her arms unformed, flowing towards her back to form a tendril she used to push her further out of the way. The barrier disappeared, and the blades curled inwards… leaving it open for a moment. Saskia’s tendril shot forward, right towards its chest., piercing through it, causing it to drop its swords as it gripped the tendril. It charged forward, using its strength to close the distance and raised a sword in the air and brought it down towards Saskia. Unable to retract the tendril fast enough, she forced a short, thick bone spear out of the palm of her hand to block the sword. It began to chip, but was just able to hold up.
A blast from Clementine’s hand came out and sent the creature stumbling backward, causing the tendril to pop out… revealing its beating heart. However, its lungs were destroyed in the process… and it gasped for air as it grabbed its chest. Before it fell to the ground, holding its gaping wound in its hand.
Before it finally expired.
“... See?” The white creature said from above, poking his head through the hole. “No place in The Society.”
Clementine whipped around, aimed her pistol at the White Creature, and let off a round. It missed entirely and hit the ceiling.
“That was rude,” he laughed. “I can see how you felled Mala’Boolaan… but I have to kill you, or else my position in the Society might get questioned.”
"That would be a shame," Saskia said sarcastically, panting lighty. They cautiously angled their blood tendril to be in front of them, glancing around for Lisa and Ella… who were still running around the room. "Come on down then, we don’t have all day."
“Mind telling me where his friend’s at, then?” The White Creature said. "Or have you seen the Pale Lady?”
"Why would I know?" Saskia narrowed their eyes up at it. Dead, she hoped. She pointed to the hole in the wall Vanessa had been kicked through. "Probably down there if you’re needing a little mid-fight chat."
“Well, just stand there for me!” The White Creature shouted, then laughed.
“... I’m riiiiiiiiiiiiight here!” The Pale-Lady laughed as she brought everyone’s attention to one of the doors. She had that eerie smile on her face… well, what was left of it. Half of it was missing, revealing skull and bone and what little flesh she had left hanging off the side of her face. She still smiled, though.
Behind her was the creature with the massive arm… missing his other arm, and several dents in his chest. There were massive bruises across its chest and arm, and its knee was crooked… however, in its enormous arm, it held Vanessa by her torso as she was limp.
“‘Nessa!” Clementine shouted before raising her pistol.
Lisa had stopped chasing Ella and turned on her heel as her eyes shot wide open. Ella also ground to a halt, taking steps back to be next to Lisa, looking horrified.
"Shit," Saskia hissed under her breath.
“Ah, ah, ah!” The Pale Lady wagged her finger. “One muscle flex, and she’s dead!”
The Pale Lady asked. “If you want your sister to come out of this alive, turn your pistol on those three so we can finally get this over with!”
"I would never!" Clementine said.
The Pale Lady laughed as she put her hands together.
“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…” She rambled on and on.
Saskia slowly turned their head to look at Clementine, otherwise perfectly still, blood tendril hanging in stasis in front of their chest. They wouldn’t blame her if she shot them. They wouldn’t let her hurt Ella or Lisa, but… they wouldn’t blame her. But there had to be another way. They looked back over at the pale lady.
"Isn’t that a bit cowardly? You were told to kill us," Saskia said evenly, almost sounding bored. "Don’t think you can, so you need her to do your dirty work?"
”Yeah!” Ella yelled. That’s very cowardly!
“Who cares if it’s cowardly?” The Pale Lady laughed. “Morningstar wants you three dead. And as long as you’re dead, who cares?! I hope your people will remember you because the Society won’t!”
"Good, I wouldn’t want remembered by the Society," Saskia said, narrowing their eyes at the Pale Lady. Technically, to most people they were already dead and remembered… But that didn’t mean she wanted to die again.
”People will remember us- I bet no one will remember you!” Ella added.
“Everyone will remember Morningstar’s Society!” The Pale Lady laughed. “When we locate the All-Blade we’re going to change the world! All of them! Make the Society a society!” She laughed like a mad woman.
“You three are just a roadblock. A stepping stone!” She rambled.
”Shut up… shut up…” Lisa hissed under her breath as she tilted her head downwards, staring at the Pale Lady.
While this went on… Spiders… thousands, if not millions, appeared underneath the door and silently crawled up the walls behind The Pale Lady and The Long-Armed brute. They scrambled together and formed words, GET THE WHITE ONE.. Before they dispersed, only the keenest eye would notice a Hobo Spider crawling up the creature’s body… traveling up its nose, forcing its way in. It attempted to blow the spider out through its nose, but there was a pop before it started violently coughing, dropping Clementine as it fell to its knees. Coughing more and more… as eventually, a toxic and unhealthy mixture of acid and dissolved flesh came out of its nose. Its nostrils loudly sizzled as the acid did its job…. While it was distracted, more spiders began climbing its body and forcing themselves into his orifices.
”Now!” Lisa shouted.
Ella reached over and snatched her Channeler out of Lisa’s hand, raising it high as a beam of damaging rainbow light shot out of it and right toward one of the pale lady’s (sort of) eyes. At the same time, Saskia’s blood tendril shot forward towards the pale lady’s chest. However, she raised her hand and flipped a chunk of ground telekinetically. She laughed as both attacks were blocked… however, she looked at her cohort at the side. More spiders were being forced down its nose and its throat and exploding into acid bombs. It choked and thrashed on the ground as it coughed up more acid and dissolved insides.
“... Son of a bitch!” The Pale Lady shouted.
”Good job, Lisa!” Ella grinned, jumping forward. She cast Super Prism Kick, food kicking clean through the chunk of ground in front of the pale lady. Saskia followed close behind with a blood tendril shooting through.
That smile was erased from the Pale Lady’s face as Saskia impaled her through the stomach and fell backward. She had both hands on the tendril. However, she quickly shot them both up and sent a spray of rubble at the two. It wasn’t anything significant, but it went at high speeds. Saskia swore, forcefully cutting off the tip of the tendril so it turned into liquid blood in the Pale Lady's hand and retracting it. But she wouldn't be able to retract it fast enough to cover herself-
"Saskia!” Ella shouted, throwing herself in front of her friend and taking the full blow of the rubble spray. She winced, visibly barely standing.
"Ella, you-" Saskia grimaced, stepping around her quickly and shooting the now shorter tendril at the pale lady again, trying to impale her chest. She had to end this quickly.
At this point, the acid had dissolved the brutish creature’s throat… making its head fall over, barely attached by the little flesh that wasn’t dissolved. It hit the ground with a loud thud, which caused The Pale Lady’s head to dart in that direction, leaving her open to the combined attack of the two. The tendril shot through her chest, and she gasped as her blood spilled all over the floor. She fell backward, blood dripping down the corner of her mouth… before she went limp.
”... I don’t think anyone’s going to be remembering you now,” Lisa chuckled, as she raised a hand. ”High five!”
“Heal ‘Nessa!” Clementine ran over to her sister, sitting her up. She pressed two fingers into Vanessa’s artery on her neck.
Ella was mid run towards Lisa, hand raised to high five her, and paused. ”On it!”
She raised her channeller, a beam of healing rainbow washed over Vanessa, stabilising her near immediately and beginning to heal her wounds. Ella grimaced, growing visibly weaker as she did.
Saskia came up behind Ella quickly and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Lisa, the healing spiders, now!"
”... You thought you could get away now could you!” Lisa laughed like a maniac as she ran over to Ella and wrapped her little arms around her torso. The spiders quickly emerged from her pores, crawled down her arms, and promptly traveled to Ella. They quickly burrowed their way into Ella’s skin; moments later, she began regenerating as all the wounds she sustained during her fight with the creature with the blades were healed.
"Noooooo!" Ella screamed the whole time, squirming. Saskia chuckled behind her, keeping a tight grip on her shoulder so she couldn't escape.
“... Ah, it was exactly as Ignatius said,” The White Creature poked his head through the hole in the ceiling. “Unworthy of being in The Society. Thanks for getting rid of them for me, I guess.” He shrugged.
”And you’re next!” Lisa pointed a finger at him. ”You said you were going to kill us! What happened to that?!”
“Well…” The White Creature shrugged. “... I guess I’ll just accept my punishment from Ignatius. Goodbye… I’ll be back.”
The creature retreated into a hole and hopped into a rift that closed behind it.
“Okay…” Clementine sighed. “... That went better than I’d thought. But, they’ll be back.”
"And we'll just beat them again!" Ella said, once again full of energy. "We already beat their strongest, they were nothing."
”You got really badly hurt,” Saskia pointed out, rolling her eyes. She properly pulled back in the blood tendril, trying to ignore the wave of dizziness that came over her. She was still holding onto Ella's shoulders, thankfully, which stopped her from falling over.
"Because I was fighting without my wand," Ella whined. "Most of it was burns from that… right, Lisa?! You healed me so you saw, right?!"
”I-” Lisa raised a finger.
“Okay, it doesn’t matter right now,” Clementine cut in. “We need to get out of here. Now.”
”Do you think Staub-”
“We’ll worry about that later!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaah,” Vanessa moaned as she was roused awake. She grabbed her head and asked, “What… happened? My head…”
“Help her up,” Clementine said, “You two are staying at our house for the night.”
"Hell yeah, slumber party at Nessa and Clem's- can we watch Sailor Moon?!" Ella yelled excitedly.
”Not important, Ella,” Saskia sighed. She let go of Ella's shoulders and took a step towards Vanessa before wincing, head swimming slightly. ”You two are going to have to do that, I lost too much blood.”
"Don't worry, I've got her!" Ella bounced into action, jogging over and helping Vanessa up, supporting her relatively easily.
“Let’s go!” Clementine said, gesturing for them to follow. They followed, carrying Vanessa to their car and they left the PRA.
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