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Paragraphs: Agents of Death [FernStone & Shin Ghost Note]

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Gomander let out a loud roar, opening one of her maws… One of Morningstar’s fireballs came out directly at Saskia.

Saskia propelled herself out of the way with her blood tendril, using it to flip over the fireball. Her foot came down towards Gomander, bone spear jutting out from it and towards her flesh.

Dr. Cross quickly got in the way and used her pike to parry. Sheer’Khan slowly approached, arms outstretched.

“... Can you just die already?” He asked. “We have things to do.”

Gomander opened another maw and Ella’s beam came out at Saskia.

"Dying is overrated," Saskia replied, blood coating her body and completely blocking the beam. Her blood was practically replenishing as quickly as she was using it thanks to the Orange Stone.

She hopped back, landing on one foot and pulling back in the bone spear from her foot. She swung an arm forward, another long and incredibly hard bone spear shooting out and aiming for Dr Cross. At the same time the blood tendril shot around her and towards Gomander, and she held up her other hand to shoot a blood bullet at Sheer’Khan. The bullet hit him in the chest and he groaned in pain.

“... How can you do that?!” he whined.

The bone spear was blocked by Dr. Cross, but it launched her back. Until she hit the wall.

Gomander consumed the tendril - then flew towards Saskia with each jaw snapping at her. “Stop being lazy and kill her, Sheer’Khan!” One maw spat at Sheer’Khan.

Saskia gritted her teeth, pain shooting through her as the tendril was bitten off- but she quickly formed another one. She propelled herself to the side with it, dodging the jaws. She stabbed with the bone spear at the flesh between the jaws. She brought her knee up (using the tendril to keep herself up), another bone spear jutting out of it.

However, Gomander closed her mouth on the bone spear, catching it. Gomander tried flying off… Saskia immediately broke the bone, a loud crack echoing through the room. She pulled it back into her body, backing away for a moment as she quickly healed the broken bone. The intense pain sent another spike of adrenaline through her. She needed to change tactics and avoid those mouths. There seemed to be less on the underside… alright.

Saskia ran at Gomander, feinting with the blood tendril aiming for the upper half of Gomander’s body. As they did, they bent backwards- arms coming up with blood blades extending from their hands to try slice the underside of her… tearing her wide open. Gomander loudly screamed as she crashed through a wall, devouring much as she could. Dr. Cross quickly ran after out, pulling a glowing potion out of her pocket.

… And Sheer’Khan appeared between them in a burst of speed. He laughed.

“Nice trick,” he began. “Now… it looks like I gotta take off the kid gloves. I’m not letting another member of the Seven die on my watch…”

"Oh, finally getting serious?" Saskia asked, expression unchanging. Based on what the other two said, he must be stronger… but it was only him left. "I won't hold back then."

More blood pooled out from her hand, coating her entire body in a thin layer of hard armour. Even with the super boosted blood regeneration, having all three blood spells active caused her to feel slightly lightheaded - but she was used to that. She used the tendril to propel herself forward, bring the blades down towards Sheer'Khan.

He disappeared in a burst of pure speed…. Reappearing behind Saskia, swinging his open hand at them, hitting them back and knocking her forward. It hurt, but the armour protected her from getting badly hurt. Her blood tendril spun round to the front to catch her, pushing her back towards Sheer’Khan as two bone spears shot out of her back - piercing through his hand.

He groaned before he slammed a fist down towards Saskia. The blood tendril shot around above them, thickening and blocking the fist. Saskia snapped off the bone spears, twisting around and bringing up a knee towards Sheer’Khan - another bone spear shooting out of it.

He dodged to the side in a similar burst of speed, before punching with Saskia with everything he had. Saskia's arms shot up in front of her face to protect as she took the punch full on. It sent her flying, crashing into a wall with a sickening crunch. They fell with a groan, agony from broken bones doubling as they instantly repaired. As they stood, blood dripped off their body and coated the floor red. The blood armour had taken the brunt of the damage, and all she'd suffered were multiple broken bones. Nothing big.

"Is that all?" Saskia asked drily, raising a hand and shooting a blood bullet towards his head. His hand quickly moved in the way to block.

“Nope…” Sheer’Khan drove both of his hands int the ground, and with some grunting, he flipped the floor Saskia was standing on over.

Saskia pulled in all the blood from her tendril and blades, recreating her blood armour around her. She crashed into the ground below the floor, head curled inwards, and kicked out and right through the floor she’d been on. With a grunt she pulled herself back up. They had to give him that, it was pretty fucking impressive. More blood leaking from various wounds on her body formed a shorter tendril. It picked up a piece of debris, throwing it at Sheer’Kan. Saskia jumped at him from right behind it, aiming a fist at him, ready to shoot a bone spear out of it as soon as it hit. On impact, it stabbed him in the chest… and he groaned in pain, stumbling backward. He slammed both of his hands together in an attempt to crush Saskia. They jumped backwards, bones quickly lightening to move faster. Their outstretched arm got caught and crushed, and they hopped back further with a wince. It hung limp at their side, twisting and cracking as the bones began to heal back into place.

Meanwhile, Dr. Cross ran over to the downed Gomander and poured the potion on her. Her wounds began to heal slowly…

Saskia cursed, spotting this out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t fight them all again… Well, she probably could if she sacrificed herself. She raised her not-healing hand, forming a blood bullet and shooting it at Dr. Cross’s back… and another immediately after. However, Sheer’Khan appeared in front of both of the shots in a burst of speed. They both hit him in the chest, as he groaned.

"That is very annoying," Saskia intoned. Sweat beaded on her forehead as her broken arm snapped back to normal with a horrendous, near 180 turn of her wrist. After this… when they got back… she was taking a shit ton of painkillers and sleeping for hours. She just had to get rid of these three. "Can’t you die already?"

She raised both hands, shooting a blood bullet from each.

“Why don’t you stop holding back, already,” Sheer’Khan said, wiping his own blood away as he took steps towards Saskia. “You’re the first person to hurt me… You can do a lot more than that.”

In a burst of speed, he appeared right in front of Saskia with his fist cocked back, then slammed it at her. She threw her arms up in front of her face and multiple bone spears shot out from nearly everywhere - her arms, her chest, her legs, creating a pointed armour in front of her. Her blood tendril shot over her head and stabbed at him. When Sheer-Khan punched Saskia, he stabbed himself - then immediately pulled his hand back, and gave it a few shakes. Which gave the blood tendril the perfect opportunity to pierce through his neck.

“Damn it!” Sheer’Khan said as he grabbed the tendril, and yanked the end, attempting to pull Saskia off their feet. They suddenly became lighter, pulled up into the air and using the tendril to flip over. The tip turned to liquid in Sheer’Khan’s hand and Saskia increased their bone weight again. The spears on their front pulled back in, leaving gaping wounds leaking blood, and multiple shot out of their thighs and feet as they aimed to crash into his head with them.

They slammed into his head, and each of them embedded. Sheer’Khan stumbled backward and crashed through a wall. Saskia winced, almost getting knocked over. The remaining tendril stabbed into his shoulder to stabilise themselves - ignoring the dizziness they felt from using so much blood. Bone spears still lodged in his head, and attached to them, they bent over and brutally sliced at his neck with a quickly formed blood blade.

Making a clean cut through his neck.

His head slid off moments later.

Saskia pulled all of her bone spears back into her body, jumping off before she also fell onto the ground. The circular wounds left behind clotted, leaving only the original one on her hand still bleeding. They looked as if they shouldn't be able to stand, covered in self inflicted sounds - but the pain only fueled them. They weren't finished yet.

They turned towards Dr Cross and Gomander, blood tendril properly reforming on their back. ”Who wants to die next?"

Dr.Cross half-grinned as Gomander let out a vicious scream. Several mouths, all screaming at once. She then dove into the ground, consuming stone, metal, and wood alike.

Dr. Cross stepped up, holding her pike in front of her with both hands.

“Slash your own throat and save me the trouble.”

"I don't like to make things easy."

Saskia reformed their blood armour, tendril kept low to the ground. They ran at Dr Cross and a bone spear shot out of their fist, stabbing towards her. Dr. Cross dove to the side and swung the pike at Saskia’s core. Which would weaken their abstraction on hit. They grabbed the pike with a hard blood coated hand, protecting her from the abstraction weakening.

Saskia jumped back, blood spear shooting out of that hand to repel it against the pike, trying to push it out of the way and lung in for a strike with the other hand's spear. Dr. Cross let go of the pike, and dove out of the way again… Then she pulled a Luger Pistol out of her suit jacket.

Gomander flew into the air, diving Saskia, and spewing concrete and wood at them.

Saskia pushed themselves out of the way of Gomander, rolling to the side towards Dr Cross. The concrete and wood hit them - harmlessly crashing into the strong blood armour. Their blood tendril shot out, aiming to grab Dr. Cross' pistol. It latched on, but Dr. Cross pulled the trigger a few times and let off a few rounds. The bullets hit Saskia's shoulder, breaking through the blood armour. They used their blood to forcefully push them out, instantly clotting the wounds, and yanking the pistol out of Dr. Cross' hand.

Gomander then charged Saskia, intending to consume them.. They dropped down, multiple bone spears shooting out of their back, aiming to pierce Gomander. They immediately snapped them off, rolling to the side. Their blood tendril split in two, grabbing a piece of concrete and slamming it into Gomander.

Dr. Cross went for her pike while Gomander consumed what bone spikes she could. However, several pierced her body, and blood poured. She spat out the bone fragments at Saskia at high speeds. . At first they bounced off the blood armour before cracking it, embedding themselves in Saskia's abdomen. They yanked them out of their flesh with a grunt, blood from the wounds reforming the armour. Their tendril merged back into one, shooting towards Dr. Cross, which pierced through her back.

Gomander made another dive, mouths snapping at Saskia. They didn't dodge, an insatiable bloodlust beginning to thrum beneath their skin. They took one step back, all the blood forming their armour pushing into the tendril to strengthen and thicken it. It twisted in Dr. Cross' back, hooking, and violently yanked her into the air, slamming her in between them and at Gomander… who consumed Dr. Cross without a second thought. Another mouth sprayed her remains back at Saskia.

Saskia covered her body in blood armour as the body parts splattered against it, coating her in another gorey layer. Completely unbothered, Saskia shook out one hand, pieces of flesh splattering across the floor. ”Aw, I wanted to play with her more."

Their blood tendril split into six, more blood pooling from various wounds on their body to expand it. One slammed into the table, cracking it down the middle, before picking up the two pieces with multiple and throwing it at Gomander. They jumped forward, multiple tendrils shooting towards Gomander from all directions, flailing around them without care for how they smashed holes in the wall and destroyed chairs- no, they were enjoying the destruction. Gomander retreated, she devoured what tendril she could and tanked the hits of whatever she couldn’t.

“... How are you so strong?!” Multiple voices spoke at once. “Why won’t you die?!”

Gomander quickly dove into the ground, eating her way through it, and Saskia could hear the rumbling. Then she burst out of the ground, before diving back in. She did this to random locations, and would likely swallow Saskia. They tried to dodge, following along the rumbling with tendrils slamming into the ground and making large dents. But the need to destroy, to kill, was outweighing the need to survive.

So intent on destruction that they didn’t even move when Gomander swallowed them whole. She flew into the air, and her several mouths laughed. Each laughed at a different pitch, and out of sync so it was a discordant mess of deranged laughter.

“Glory to the Society!”

A low, tearing sound joined the discordant laughter. A dark red point pushed through Gomander’s flesh. Then another. And another. They physically started to rip flesh apart, tearing long, bloody holes through muscle and skin. At the same time, sharp bones mercilessly stabbed into Gomander’s internal organs. It wasn’t quick - a random stabbing of whatever was closest, over and over again. There was a cruel precision to it, avoiding the ones that would lead to an instant death. It was like they were playing with her insides, brutally destroying them while forcing her to live through it. Only when they were satisfied with their butchery did they shoved a spear through her heart, multiple blood tendrils tearing her apart.

Saskia emerged from the remains of Gomander, four thick blood tendrils pulling her out and landing on the floor. They acted as legs, holding them up as they wiped a scarlet hand across a blood covered forehead. Their blonde hair was painted red, pieces of guts and sticky, brutalised tissue all over it. Chunks of mangled flesh covered them, sticking to the viscous blood that coated them from head to toe. They lifted up a piece of what must’ve been the heart, bone stabbing out of their palm and through the no longer beating organ with a loud squelch.

But it wasn’t as satisfying as destroying something living. They weren’t satiated at all.

”Glory to the Agents of Death."

Paragraphs: Agents of Death [FernStone & Shin Ghost Note]

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When Ignatius exploded into his alternate form, he became a Dragon with the size and girth of an 18-wheeler. He slammed a claw on the ground, opened his glowing maw, turned his head to one of his allies, pointed at Kimberly and the magical girls, and shouted, “... Gomander! Sheer’Khan! Kill them!”

Before Ignatius opened his mouth and spewed a glowing molten magma up into the air at them.

"Oh shit," Saskia muttered.

Ella grabbed Saskia and shoved her to the side, throwing them both further into the room and out of the direct path of the magma. It splattered across her back, searing through the magical girl outfit that near immediately repaired itself… but the burns underneath were still there.

The magma cleaved through one of Lisa’s giant spiders and hundreds of her sedan-sized ones. She hissed as she dove out of the way.

Ignatius opened his mouth and sprayed another volley of magma. However, a coral-pink sphere appeared around him, slowing down time. In contrast, Kimberly squatted down and placed the Cube down. It exploded into a square, blue, transparent barrier that protected them. Jordan raised both hands, ripped a chunk of concrete out of the ground, and launched it at Ignatius. He swiped it out of the way with a claw before spraying more molten magma that hit the barrier. It cracked…, but Kimberly hopped out of the other side, Jacob’s Gun drawn, and let lose a few rounds, one that exploded into the fire as it collided with Ignatius. Another exploded into stone shards around him… which Jordan raised into the air and slammed into Ignatius.

Meanwhile, Gomander transformed into her true form, a massive worm-light beast with dozens of mouths before he charged at them.

“... Do I have to?” Sheer’Khan groaned.

“Yes, Sheer’Khan,“ Morningstar said, pointing at them. “Eliminate them!”

“Fiiiiiiiine!” Sheer’Khan transformed into an enormous, hellish beast that was larger than all combined. He took slow but heavy steps, that shook the earth with every step

Ella glanced between the two of them, quickly deciding which one to take first… the faster one. They only had to last a couple of minutes!

One of the other Endless Seven transformed into a towering beast with several heads and faces. It slowly marched over towards the group, as Lisa and Jordan’s faces appeared on its body. Out of the ground next to it, a horde of spiders burst out, and crawled towards the group.

”Hey! That’s my thing!” Lisa complained as she mounted one of her flying, sedan-sized, spider minions. She flew closer to the ceiling, as the ground began rumbling… and spewing out the ceiling - sending stone shards flying - were three absolute geysers of spiders rained down on the quadrupedal monster’s minions. She couldn’t see it, but they clashed…, Lisa applied the Acid Burst spell on all of them, and both sides spiders were eliminated.

Lisa flipped off the copycat, and it created flying spiders in return… which flew at the flying spider that Lisa was currently mounted on. Before they exploded, Lisa quickly hopped off as she saw her minion dissolve into nothing.

As she fell back to the ground, it shook, and millions of spiders came spewing out, creating a thick blanket that softened the bow somewhat.

A rainbow coated leg shot up to kick the worm like beast. At the same time Saskia jumped in behind Ella, incredibly sharp blood blade slicing at it. Launching it into a wall.

Meanwhile, Ignatius crushed the stone shards in his hand, as he opened his mouth, and spewed more magma. Except trying to drown the Cube in it, and Kimberly quickly knelt down and picked up the Cube before it could get destroyed by the magma. They quickly ran over to the side, while Kimberly took some potshots at Ignatius with Jacob’s gun. It went dry, and Kimberly dropped the Cube again.

Ignatius spewed more magma at them, but Jordan ripped a chunk out of the ceiling with her telekinesis and blocked it out. She stuck both of her hands out, as Kimberly reached for the Magnispheres, and threw them toward Ignatius, at the ground. They bounced off the ground and hit his body, and knocked him over. Then Jordan chucked the stone at him, sending him skidding alongside the ground.

Morningstar waved his hand behind him, and a throne of brimstone appeared. He sat down on it before raising his hand into the air.

“... I don't get why you three are so obsessed with me,” He said. “... But it ends here.”

A portal of fire and brimstone appeared behind him… Before unleashing a wild volley of fireballs that exploded on contact with the first thing they hit. The first few blasts annihilated the majority of Lisa’s swarm before she had to retreat behind Kimberly and Jordan’s barrier.

"Because you're an evil bastard!" Ella yelled. She used her enhanced legs to dodge out of the way as the fireballs hit the wall behind her.

Saskia ran the other way, fireballs skimming their arm and burning down it. As they narrowly avoided getting burned to death, they raised a hand and shot an incredibly powerful blood bullet right at Morningstar. He raised his hand and created a barrier of brimstone, but the bullet shot through it. It caused the portal to close.

“Evil is subjective,” Morningstar said, raising his hand at the ceiling, putting his other behind his back.

At the same time, Ella leapt towards Sheer'Kan with a super powered kick. Kicking him in the face.., however, he didn't so much as flinch.

“... Was that supposed to hurt?” Sheer’Khan asked.

A massive fireball came out of Morningstar’s hand, it hit the ceiling above them and caused the roof to cave in.

Saskia quickly coated themselves with a tough layer of blood, pieces of roof hitting and covering them. Ella's eyes widened as she kicked through the roof pieces falling towards her, gritting her teeth through the pain of kicking through solid rock.

"Saskia, you-"

Before she finished Saskia pushed out of the rubble, seemingly unharmed. Huh? Had her abstraction been that strong before.

"Swap," was all Saskia said before all the blood coating her formed a tendril at her back, shooting it towards Sheer'Kan, aiming to penetrate his chest. He put a hand up, and it dug into his hand.

“... Huh?” Sheer’Khan said, raising an eyebrow. He looked at his hand and said. “... That’s not supposed to happen.”

Ella shook her head, swapping tactics and shooting a beam of burning light at Morningstar's eye. Gomander quickly got in the way of the blast, opening one of her maws and consuming it. She laughed as she flew into the ground and burrowed…

… Before bursting out of the ground between them, separating Kimberly, and Jordan, from Lisa Ella, and Saskia. Gormander's maws were open, ready to consume, as she remained there. While this was going out, Morningstar stuck his hands out and created another portal of fire…

“... YOU ARE NOT GETTING AWAY THIS TIME! SHEER’KHAN, GET OUT OF THE WAY!”

In a strange burst of speed, Sheer’Khan disappeared, but seconds later reappeared behind Morningstar. Before he unleashed a seemingly neverending barrage of explosive fire balls that exploded against whatever they hit. Whatever was going Gomander’s way was consumed, but the explosions sent rock shards in all directions.

One blast landed next to Lisa, and sent her sprawling across the floor… She groaned when she came to a stop and pushed herself to her feet. As she hissed in pains severe burns were on the right side of her body as clothes and skin were burned alike. Some of her clothes were still on fire.

Rock shards slammed into Ella as she tried to avoid the fireballs, sending her flying. She landed on the ground and rolled out of the way of another fireball - fire licking against her legs and burning through the glowing light. It hurt so much, but she pushed through it, rolling over to see Lisa similarly hurt.

"Lisa!" Ella raised her Channeller and shot a beam of healing light at her friend. At the same time she forced herself to her feet, pushing through the pain. Nothing she hadn’t handled before!

Unlike the other two, Saskia managed to dodge almost everything. Her blood tendril worked overtime moving her out of the way, more blood pooling out of her hand to coat her body in any places rock shards were going for. She landed in front of Lisa and Ella, frowning. "Shit, we’re stuck."

”... We… Gotta go…” Lisa weakly said, pointing at the tunnel they came through.

"Alright, Ella, can you-"

"I’m fine! I can walk!" Ella said, far too cheerfully for someone also burnt. But this was nothing compared to when she fought without her Channeller! Totally. "I’ll protect the back."

Saskia nodded. Her blood tendril wrapped around Lisa, strong enough to lift her in the air, then she started running for the tunnel. Ella kept her body towards Morningstar, running backwards after them.

They climbed the stairs… And ended up back in the room they initially entered.

”... What about Kimberly and-”

A glowing orb came from around the doorway - flying at the group.

”... SASKIA!” Lisa shouted as she hissed in pain, shoving Saskia out of the way. The orb exploded, creating a net of electricity that shocked Lisa and Ella. She screamed as she writhed in pain. Ella let out a strangled, pained cry before falling to the ground.

Dr. Cross walked out of the tunnel - titty still bleeding - holding the pike with one hand. Gormander burst out of the ground. Sheer’Khan walked up in human form and stood by Dr. Cross.

Dr. Cross grinned.

Saskia looked at their friends, then up at the three, frowning. She stepped in front of them. "Alright, which one of you wants to die first?"

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The 8th Street Coven.

^{From the perspectives of Aaron Sawyer & Gretchen "Greta" Faust.}

Interactions: Jack (@Blizz), Clancy (@Zombiedude101), Layla/Luna/Aislin (@Estylwen), and whoever tf is in the house.

In front of Kari's House.

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Jack's trick would have worked on anyone else... except Aaron Sawyer. Using his White and Pink Lux, he was able to see through the illusion like it was nothing. However, that didn't save him from getting clocked, and that sent him stumbling backward a little bit. He quickly raised his pistol and let off a few shots, destroying it, and gaining intuitive knowledge of the abstraction user, Jack Hawthorne. Using his radar pulse, he couldn't find out where Jack could be, but there were a ton of people bunched up together... however, it wasn't his job to pick fights anyway. His Danger-Sense activated, as he quickly turned to Carol and shouted,

"... Carol! Take cover!"

"Aw, what the-" Carol quickly dove behind its leg as the volley of explosive arrows hit the undead behemoth. Carol laughed as she drank one final bottle of the potion Greta had given her. She slid it back into her raincoat pocket before sticking her other hand against the undead behemoth that she was taking cover behind. When Jasper's arrows hit the monster, they exploded, sending rotting flesh in all directions - and in a second later, Carol had the monster fixed right up. She grinned from behind her mask...

"KEEP WASTING YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN' TIME, DUMBASS! BITCH! I CAN DO THIS ALLLLLLL NIGHT LONG! ALL! NIGHT! LONG! KEEP TRYING ME AND I'LL COME IN THERE AND TEAR YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN' BALLS OFF AND THEN MAKE YOU EAT 'IM!"

She screamed out the battle cry, but Aaron's White Lux quickly told him how many arrows he had left. Then he sent in the knight at Carol, and for a moment, Aaron thought that it was over because George and Vashti were tied up, and Flora didn't have enough firepower to take that thing down. However, Vashti clotheslined him, and Flora quickly aimed the Aegis Piercer at it, then unleashed a volley of arrows at it. Excellen-

"... WHAT THE FUCK?!" Carol shouted as the undead monster began marching over towards the treeline - and of course, Aaron automatically deduced that somebody had hexed it. He knew where the hex was, but unfortunately, it would be incredibly stupid to run over to pull it out. "... WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR GODDAMN MONSTER DOING, EMILY!?" Carol shouted again, as the 8th Street members had no choice but to run behind it or risk being shredded by whatever ranged abstractions they had.

Aaron ran behind it, turning his head away from the direction of the rain while also being mindful of where the monster was stepping. Otherwise, he would be turned into a pancake. Fortunately, Pulse-Radar informed him that Emily had finally enacted the second half of her plan, which gave him plenty of cover. The damn monster went for the jacket and yanked it off the tree before it started playing with it like it was a toddler playing with a new toy. Unfortunately, while Aaron knew what it was, there wasn't much he could do about it. Shoot it? He'd be wasting bullets. However, he had a hot-headed leader with a lust for unwarranted destruction.

"EMILY!" Aaron shouted at Emily, before pointing at it. "BURN THAT JACKET!"

However, in his distraction, he barely paid attention to the subtle radar that gave him knowledge of everyone's position. He noticed that three had snuck around, but there was someone who approached them, despite it all, slipping past their defenses. He quickly turned on his heel to see... a kid. However, .

"... Not too old to be acting like high school assholes? Are you so weak you need this fucking prom-queen to matter?"

Clancy

"Who the fuck are you?! Why the fuck are you here?! Matter of fact, get the fuck outta here before you get hurt, dumbass!" Carol hissed, throwing her bat over her shoulder.

However, Aaron immediately took some steps back, drawing his pistol at Clancy. His abstraction told him about the axe and, more importantly, told him about this kid.

He (or better yet, it) wasn't a kid.

It wasn't even human.

"FLORA!" Aaron shouted. "SHOOT HIM!"

"It's just a-" Flora tried to protest.

"... That thing's not a kid! TRUST ME!" Aaron said, before he pulled the trigger a few times on his pistol, letting off a few rounds in the direction of Clancy. As instructed, Flora also fired a few piercing arrows from the Aegis Piercer.

The Ice Fortress.

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Greta glanced up from her phone, and the few dozen zombies that Nadine previously summoned were now in the hundreds. Though, from the chaos in the distance, it sounded like it was absolute chaos out there - triggering mere seconds after they arrived. Well, Greta wasn't sure who was to blame for that one, but that meant that Emily's master plan didn't account for how unpredictable the "reformed" Coven was.

However, the peaceful ice fortress was disturbed by something crashing into the ice walls, followed by an explosion. It was enough to rattle Greta, and the chubby gal fell off the crate that she was sitting on, and she looked up at the source of the explosion. She didn't even notice it, but fortunately, Phoebe's ice walls were thick enough to not cause more than some cracks. Then, Greta looked down and saw that her poor cell phone had fallen into a puddle of water.

"... What the fuck was that?!" Amy asked, swinging her club around with one hand as she looked at it.

"No clue!" Greta shouted back before she knelt forward, grabbed her cell phone, and opened the crate. She quickly tossed Phoebe another blue potion and shouted, "Drink this and reinforce the barriers! We are not fighting."

However, Cynthia exploded into a cloud of pink smoke, transforming into her Abyssal Hunter form. And Greta rolled her eyes.

"Cynthia, heel!" Greta shouted. Typically, when Emily shouted it, Cynthia transformed back, but it was clear that Cynthia didn't obey Greta as she did Emily. This was typical of the monster. Greta shook her head. "Don't go chasing after them! That could have been a distraction."

"Cynthia detects more!" Cynthia raised a clawed hand, pointing at the ice wall. Greta could see three silhouettes on the other side, and grit her teeth. She couldn't see what they were doing, but that was the most concerning part.

"... Can Cynthia eat?" She asked.

"No," Greta said. "We're-"

"... Wave one." The walkie-talkie in her pocket played Emily's voice, which created a sort of echo on Nadine's walkie-talkie.

"Son of a bitch," Greta said to herself. Of course, it was time for wave one. She shook her head as she watched Brianna create a circular portal just outside of the Teleportation Nulification Veil, and the legion of zombies simply wandered into it. The portal would lead up into the air above Kari's house, and if Emily did her part, the Coven would be caught off guard by it. The zombies would then, attack anyone not a member of the 8th Street Coven.

"Pack Member Greta-" Cynthia tried to say as Greta reached into the crate and pulled out a grey, smokey, potion. Then turned to Malik, pointing at the other side of the wall. "Malik, barrage the other side of that wall."

With a nod of his head, Malik shot both of his hands out toward the wall, unleashing a volley of glowing orbs that flew above Layla, Luna, and Aislin... before they came crashing down and left them with severe burns.

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Interactions: Linqian (@FernStone).

Kari's Front Yard.

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”... LINQIAN!”

Britney couldn't help but scream as Vashti slammed Linqian into the ground... she could barely pay attention to whatever Vashti's next target was as she quickly ran over to Linqian - stopping herself when she realized that she was still making the draper point her bitch. Linqian created a cloud of steam when the rain hit her, so she wouldn't be hot for long. Britney got on her knees, and as a test of her new mode, Mode: Sea, Britney forced as much of the rain as she could (not a whole lot) onto Linqian. The giant monster moved towards the treeline, and Britney felt some type of relief as maybe some of the attention was off of her.

”Linqian! Say something! Anything!”

She saw a light above her... well, behind and above her, but still a light. It was bright enough to pierce through the chaotic rainstorm that she was trapped in. Britney glanced over her shoulder and saw a swirling portal that looked just a little bit familiar. It was some distance into the air, far enough that it would be impossible for someone short of Kenshiro, Blackmore, and Jack to get to it in a reasonable amount of time. However, the portal itself wasn't the concerning part; it was what was coming out of the portal.

Zombies. Undead minions. Hundreds of them just fell out of the portal like a dam had just broken. Britney's jaw dropped, as they obviously had to be the result of Emily's machinations. It was foolish of her to assume that Vashti, Carol, Emily, George, the undead monster, and the other two, were the extent of the 8th Street attack. She hissed in pain as she watched them hit the ground - some of them instantly died, but the dead undead only cushioned the fall for the rest of them.

They got up, and spread out in all directions - some of them went into the house, some followed after Vashti and Lila... and some went towards Britney. With some quick thinking, Britney raised a hand in the air and created a curved barrier of vines, roots, wood, and other plant life. It wasn't a complete dome around her, but it was enough to give her some breathing room while she tended to Linqian.

She was surprised Emily didn't nuke her or something!

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Spotlight: A spell Aaron devised to avoid fights: he can focus on a person and, using his Pink-Lux, influence people subconsciously into paying attention to that person. People's eyes will be drawn to them, and will pay more attention to them over other events. This somewhat bypasses Emotional-Fields, as the Paranormal will have the ability to resist.

Emotional-Amplifier: By focusing on a person, Aaron can intensify their current emotions to exponential levels - causing them to quickly spiral out of confront. A mildly annoyed person will break out to throwing hands in seconds, a happy person will be able to ignore even the worst moments, while a sad person will be catatonic. Emotional-Fields inhibit this spell somewhat, it will take more effort and concentration to bypass this Emotional-Field.

Danger-Sense: A keystone spell in Aaron's arsenal, this spell allows him to instinctively sense when he's in danger or when someone nearby has hostile intent toward him or his allies. This sense manifests as a tingling sensation or a heightened state of awareness, allowing him to react quickly to threats. This spell works automatically and has saved him and 8th Street countless times since he joined.

Connect The Dots: This spells Aaron understands the cause-and-effect relationships within a action. By focusing his attention on a specific location or person, he gains intuitive insights into the links between events and "fills in the blanks for him." For example, if he walks into the aftermath of a fight, he can know what sparked the fight and how many people were fighting in it.

Radar-Pulse: A spell that continuously sends out a pulse of White-Lux that travels out in a range of thirty meters. This pulse bounces off living beings and returns to him and gives him a sort of "map" of people or other Paranormal-Beings in this radius - trumping most stealth abilities that don't specifically counter White Lux or information gathering in general. He can sense if someone is entering the range, moving within it, or just lingering. It doesn't give him more information beyond the location of whatever is within its range.

Knowledge Absorption: A spell that allows Aaron to gain intuitive knowledge and insights on his environment. It works by creating an invisible thirty-meter field dome around him, and it's a sensory field that gathers information in his environment. It gives him information on basically everything within that field, such as details on objects and people, information on computers and books, and even residual magical energies. The longer it remains active, the more information he gathers, including distant history - but that would require the field to be active for hours.

Lie Detection: This spell activates the moment someone starts talking. Aaron sees an aura, and this spell basically monitors their aura for dishonesty. When they lie, the aura changes color, and Aaron will know that they are lying. Mixed with Connect the Dots, there's just no lying to Aaron.

Abstraction Intuition: A spell his sister taught him helps him learn about the paranormal and their abstractions. When an abstraction is used in his field of view, he instinctively senses and understands their nature and gains information such as what Paranormal-Being they are, what their abstraction is, and any other information relating to their abstraction. This spell also allows him to see the auras of Paranormal-Beings and essentially automatically tells him if they are Paranormal or not.

So I completely rewrote the abstraction of the NPC, Aaron Sawyer.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Emily G. Reed.

Interactions: Linqian/Luca (@FernStone), Stormy (@Blizz), Aryin/Lila (@NoriWasHere), & Sloane/Sully/Vashti (@Atrophy).

In front of Kari's House.

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The rainstorm had picked up... turning from a drizzle to a hurricane in less than a minute! The plan was working as designed! She smiled because this house would get launched into the stratosphere soon enough! The house was still on fire, but as the rain picked up, it wouldn't last long... as long as they were panicking and scattered. Because unfortunately, these sluts jumped straight to the violence, which meant the other group needed more time. This means that Emily has to take most of the heat (pun intended). Stormy didn't throw up his shields like she expected, so he must have another card up his sleeve. Her eyes landed on Clancy, who shoved Luca out of the way. The only thing stopping Emily from burning Luca alive was the potential fallout from the rest of the Coven, who, for reasons beyond her, still cared about him even though he jumped ship.

"... Oh, you sluts are exposing yourselves to a minor!" Emily said to Linqian and Ayrin, as her eyes locked on Stormy - he was near Luca, Blackmore, and Sully, behind some shields. A powerful heat emanated off Emily's body, hot enough to instantly evaporate all the rain around her. She shot Linqian a grin as she was on the ground - hopefully, Vashti killed her and made the world a better place! "I should call Agent Liao on you two!"

An explosion of fire appeared on the other side of Stormy's barrier, intending to injure him, but Emily didn't care if the other three idiots went down with him. Even if it didn't hurt Stormy, it would keep him on his toes and prevent him from acting on whatever stupid plot he had in his stupid head. However, that was when Lila's crows began to attack 8th St, and Emily couldn't help but laugh.

"... You were so tough at the Halloween Festival when you had all those people acting as a shield," Emily grinned, as she was so hot that the crows wouldn't go near her for their safety. She raised a hand into the air, aiming a hand at the largest body of the crows in the air. "And this is the best you can do..."

She then let out a visceral scream,

"... JUST HAVE YOUR FLYING RATS PECK AT US!?"

A ball of fire appeared in the middle of the murder - quickly exploding into a wave of red-hot hellfire that outstretched in all directions. Decimating a large chunk of Lila's murder. Some were burnt to ash, while others fell out of the sky on fire. The rain was not enough to save them from their fate

However, Lila whipped out a new form that Emily hadn't seen her pull out before! These sluts have all sorts of tricks, though, it was nothing that... What the fuck is Vashti doing?! Emily's eyes shot wide open as Vashti rushed after Lila, taking the most obvious bait in the world. She chased after Lila like Linqian chased after her father as he left for milk!

"... VASHTI! GET BACK HERE BEFORE THOSE SLUTS MOB YOU!"

Emily facepalmed as Vashti left their formation... it wasn't like those sluts could do anything to her, but they always had something up their sleeve. Some idiotic plan they were cooking up. Though trying to reason with Vashti was an exercise in futility, Emily knew that she had to work with it. She slammed a foot onto the ground, and a curved wall of fire appeared in front of Lila, blocking off her exit so that Vashti would be able to jump up there, put that slut in the ground, and 8th St would be at Dairy Queen in less than an hour!

The only issue was that visibility was getting low. Eventually, no one would be able to see shit. And it was all according to plan... It was time for part two. Emily teleported onto the shoulder of her monster, pulled a walkie-talkie out of her rain jacket pocket, and said,

"... Wave one."

While this was happening, the undead monstrosity grabbed the jacket and examined it... playing with it like a toddler would play with a new toy.

Paragraphs: Agents of Death [FernStone & Shin Ghost Note]

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A few days after that eventful night at the Devil’s Fortune (And Saskia just finding a peculiar, glowing rock on the ground), it was time for the group to plan their next move—especially now that they had information on Morningstar’s lair, where his lackeys make their evil schemes. Lisa opened the door, where Kimberly and Jordan were standing over a table with a large piece of paper with some drawings on it she couldn’t see from across the room.

The two turned towards the trio.

“Ah, you’re all just in time,” Kimberly said. “Come here! We have been tracking the movements of the Endless Seven…”

“... Up until they found the tracking devices,” Jordan rolled her eyes.

“We’re gonna scope them-”

"What do you mean by scope them?" Ella tilted her head in confusion.

“You know… Give them a look to see if it's worth our time and not go in guns blazing,” Jordan answered.

"Oh, are we drawing together?" Saskia asked, walking right up to the paper. ”Let me join."

“No! No! It's good!” Kimberly bubbly said, laying her torso over the paper.

"Shame," Saskia shrugged, looking at Lisa. "I don't think they think I'm good at art, isn't that cruel?"

Lisa smiled.

”Not everyone can comprehend art, after all!” She said to Saskia.

Kimberly got up and pointed at various locations on the paper, which turned out to be a map of Mirage Springs. Some locations were circled, and others were crossed out.

“Now, by bugging them we have tracked the members of the Endless Seven to these locations,” Kimberly explained, pointing at several different circles on the map. “After the Devil’s Fortune fiasco, each member of the Endless Seven went to a different location… one of which being Morningstar Banking.”

“… Before they noticed the bugs and they all went offline one by one.”

“One went to this restaurant, and another to a warehouse,” Kimberly explained. “We’re going to go there, and do the same thing we did at the Devil’s Fortune, bug the place and see what we can glean. No fighting this time, hopefully.”

"We could do that, Orrrrr…" Saskia walked up to the table and slapped down the piece of paper, with the address and ‘Morningstars’ lair on it. "We go bug his evil lair."

”Don't worry, it's not a drawing!" Ella piped up.

Kimberly and Jordan looked between each other.

“… What’s this?” Kimberly asked as she grabbed it and examined it.

“Yeah,” Jordan looked at Saskia, “Where did you get this from?”

"I passed out from blood loss a few days ago, and when I woke up it was just beside me," Saskia said with a completely straight face. "I suppose a good Samaritan gave it to me."

They looked between each other.

“… You really think we were born yesterday?” Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Really? Really?”

“Yeah, this is really sus,” Kimberly added.

”Look," Saskia said, holding their hands up. "I can't tell you where I got it from. You'll just have to trust me."

“Remember the other day you were complaining about us not keeping you three in the loop?” Jordan asked, raising an eyebrow at Saskia. "Now, you want us to trust a note someone just left on you? We aren’t stupid.”

“... Who gave it to you?” Kimberly asked.

”I can’t tell you," Saskia shook their head, grimacing. ”But fine, it wasn’t left on me. It was given to me, I know who gave it to me, but I can’t say who. They’ll probably shoot me if I do."

“... We’re not going to let them hurt you,” Jordan asked.

“Tell us who, because if we go here, we might be walking into a trap,” Kimberly explained.

”Fine." Saskia pinched the bridge of their nose. ”But it doesn’t leave here. It was the Dollhouse. They want Morningstar dead too.”

Both Kimberly and Jordan’s jaws dropped.

“... You know who Dollhouse are, right?” Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Shady motherfuckers. Doing shady-motherfucker things.”

”You think I’m stupid?" Saskia rolled their eyes.

“When did this happen? You know what?” Kimberly said before turning back to the map on the table, “It’s not important. So, let’s get back on track. These are the locations we are going to check out and bug today.”

”If you don’t want to use the information, fine, we’ll do your plan." Saskia held up their hands again. ”But don’t blame me if we go there later..."

"Wait, wait, but if they got rid of the bugs before, won’t they get rid of these ones too?" Ella piped up.

“They found the bugs we planted on them,” Kimberly clarified. “Unfortunately, in the fight the other bugs we planted in their dining room were destroyed. So we’ll have to bug it again later.”

Lisa quietly listened to them go back and forth… nodding her head as she absorbed all of the information. And man, Saskia should have waited just a lil bit before coming out with it! Lisa didn’t know what Dollhouse had to do with this, or if they could be trusted, but she is putting all of her love and faith in the hands of the other two magical girls. So, she turned her head towards Kimberly and said,

”I mean… we’re just checking out some places, right?” Lisa asked.

“Right,” Kimberly answered.

”Then, what’s the difference if we scope out the place Dollhouse told Saskia?” Lisa answered. ”I don’t trust Dollhouse either… but, can we just look at the place? That’s it?”

"Yeah, we should scout it out! If it's a trap then we'll have foiled it, and if the information's right then we'll have found has evil lair!" Ella grinned.

"Right,” Saskia intoned. "I said we go bug it, not raid it. I don't trust them either."

“Fine,” Jordan said. “But, if this blows up in our faces… heh, don’t say we didn’t tell you so.”

“Get ready; we’re going to head out in an hour,” Kimberly told them. “I think it’s going to work out fine, but we shouldn’t rush in there. Take things slower this time.”

Lisa fist-pumped, then grinned like an idiot. She wrapped her arms around Ella and Saskia, and said, ”See girls, I did it!” She began. ”Let’s find out where Morningstar does his evil schemes!”

"Yeah, let’s beat his ass- I mean investigate it!" Ella shouted, hugging Ella and Saskia back and practically lifting them into the air.

Saskia smiled slightly. "I can’t wait.”

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The Morgenstern Manor was a secluded location outside of Mirage Springs. They couldn’t find it because it was placed in someone else’s name. Clever… Unfortunately, the issue was that it was on an open plain with little to no cover or concealment. It didn’t matter much since they approached under the veil of darkness, and Kimberly demanded that they dress like ninjas… and also had to buy them clothes that made them look like ninjas. Lisa was wearing a Balaclava with a hoodie and some leggings… and of course her boots. They approached on a giant spider… a massive huntsmen spider the size of an entire car! Jordan sat up as she looked through the binoculars.

“There’s not a whole lot of activity,” Jordan began, continuing to look through it.

“But, let’s not teleport inside and get caught off guard,” Kimberly said. “Remember, we’re just bugging some locations like the bedrooms, dining rooms, any place they would have a conversation over the phone….”

”You know you’re probably going to hear them having sex at least once?” Lisa said.

Both of them looked at Lisa.

“... Moving on,” Jordan said.

"There’s no way Morningstar gets any action,” Saskia muttered, narrowing their eyes at the looming mansion they were approaching. They were dressed in all black - black sweater, black jeans, black Balaclava.

”What if he has like a harem? A room of naked women? Wouldn’t that be amazi- crazy, I mean crazy!” Lisa said.

"Couldn't we wear something less… black?" Ella whined. She looked completely different from normal with an oversized black hoodie, black skirt and tights. Jangling could be heard from their arms - probably covered in bright jewelry like normal. "I hate this!”

Saskia rolled their eyes, ignoring Ella to ask, "Before we go in… what’s the plan if we’re caught again?”

“We immediately teleport out,” Kimberly answered. “If that’s not an option, we run. We’re not going to be fighting anyone.”

"That worked so well last time."

”… Can I at least put spiders in his underwear?” Lisa weakly asked.

“No,” Jordan answered, lowering her binoculars. She pointed at a room on the second floor, “Let’s go, take us up that wall.”

With a nod of her head, Lisa commanded the giant spider to scale up the wall. They climbed up to the desired window, and Jordan used her telekinesis to pop the lock. The window slid open, and Kimberly unholstered her pistol then climbed through. Then gestured for the rest, Lisa was the second one through…

It was a study, with a red carpet and fancy wooden walls. Massive bookshelves on both sides of the room held what had to be hundreds of books.

"Whoa," Ella gasped, coming right after Lisa. She looked around, hands on her hips. "I wonder if he has-"

"He does not have anime," Saskia rolled their eyes, climbing in after Ella. They went over to the bookshelves and narrowed their eyes, reading the spines but not touching anything. "I wonder if he has any interesting magic books…"

Kimberly had crawled underneath the desk, and planted the bug there with some tape… As Jordan gently pushed the door open and stuck her ear out.

Saskia was still looking at the bookshelf. They paused in front of a slightly out-of-place book, frowning, before reaching out to pull it out…. Some gears could be heard turning on the other side as a section of the bookshelf lowered, unveiling a torch-lit stone pathway that led downwards.

“... Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Jordan said.

“Cliche…” Kimberly shrugged.

"Well," Saskia turned around, holding up their hands. "We have to go down there."

”... It could be where he keeps all his whores!” Lisa added.

Jordan facepalmed.

“I’ll go in first, you three are behind me,” Kimberly said, as she walked over to a torch, grabbed one, and then added, “Jordan, you’re in the back.”

With a shrug, Lisa followed behind Kimberly as they descended into the labyrinth that she was hoping wasn’t a trap. Eventually, they made it to the bottom, and there were three stone paths. This place was massive! Really raised the question of how he got this place made but magic.

“Okay let’s-” Kimberly tried to say before they were cut off by some guttural screaming. Bright red lights and a loud buzzing sound could be heard down the hall to theit right.

"... oh, I think they’re torturing someone down there," Saskia said with a hint of excitement.

"We can’t let him get away with whatever evil thing he’s doing!" Ella shouted. She pushed past Kimberley and Lisa and ran right down the hall the screaming was coming from, Channeler already out. Lisa just followed after them.

“Wait- fucking…” Jordan hissed as she chased after them.

“Assess the situation!” Kimberly said. “Aw screw it!”

As they got closer, the screaming and electricity came to a pause… Then they approached a massive chamber. Morningstar and his remaining Endless Seven gathered around a seemingly bottomless pit, in front of the wall, on the opposite side of the room. Looming over the wall was , a tall, mixed woman bound to the wall by metal restraints.

“Now Monica, you're not making it easy for us,” Morningstar said, one hand behind his back and the other drinking wine that looked suspiciously like blood.

“Fuck you, Morningstar!” Monica spat out at him.

“... Dr. Cross,” Morningstar turned to Dr. Cross, who reached out in the air, and several glowing runes appeared in front of her. Then she gave it a touch as Monica was violently electrocuted.

“Find the All-Blade! Comply!” Morningstar demanded.

Ella went to run out, but Saskia shot out an arm and pulled her back.

"We can't just rush in against that many," she whispered.

"But they're going to kill her! And there's almost as many of them as there are us!"

Saskia shook their head, turning it towards Kimberley and Jordan. "Do you think we can take them?"

Kimberly smiled.

“... No.”

“But we are not going to leave her there,” Jordan shook her head. I can teleport her out... but it will be a few minutes before I can teleport us out.”

“So get ready,” Kimberly said.

"I'm always ready," Ella brandished her channeller.

"You need to transform first," Saskia pointed out. They pulled out their knife and sliced their hand, blood pooling around it in a light armoured coating.

"Oh yeah!" Ella's eyes widened. She step back so she was at the back of the group, quietly muttering to herself about light and beating darkness as a soft glow coated her body and she spun around to transform.

Saskia, meanwhile, was forming a long blood blade. "I'm ready. Let's save her."

Well, it was Lisa’s turn as she made a wave of spiders appear… however, five of them, the limit for her Enlarge spell, were wrapped in a glowing cocoon that grew to sizes far larger than average. A few moments later, they burst out, and three of the spiders had dragonfly wings, and the last two had mandibles like ants. Lisa grinned ear to ear, as she said….

”... Let’s kick their ass!”

“Alright, get ready,” Jordan said as she stuck her hand out… a swirling coral-pink orb of energy appeared around the woman as various members of Morningstar’s inner circle made sounds of shock…

… Then she was gone.

Jordan grinned, and Lisa thought they could just walk out....

“... INTRUDERS!”

Dr. Cross shouted… as various members of the Endless Seven turned off their glamour, and converted into hellish monsters, a familiar rush of adrenaline surged down Lisa’s spine.

”We're here to end your evil plan, Morningstar- again!" Ella shouted. Her legs lit up with a rainbow light that contrasted the rest of her dark clothing. She pushed herself back in front - next to Lisa's spiders.

”Just a few minutes" Saskia said softly behind her. From the back of one hand was a blood blade, and she raised the other.

A blood bullet shot out of it, right towards Dr Cross, hitting her in the titty.

Morningstar sighed, wiping a hand across his face.

“… Can somebody tell me why they haven’t been dealt with yet!?” Morningstar complained.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Linqian/Luca (@FernStone), & Vashti (@Atrophy).

Kari's House > The Slugfest with 8th.

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Emily wants Britney and Lila.

If it was just Britney on the line, she would have gladly given herself up for the good of the group. After all, just like what Kenshiro, Sloane, and Clancy said, this was all her fault. The issue was that they wanted Lila, too. That was just not going to happen... she gave the Noble Vow a little flourish in her hand; if she got close enough, this should be enough to kill Emily and Vashti in one hit and end the threat of the 8th Street Coven for good.

”We’re not handing them over, Emily. Can’t we talk this out? Was there any need for all of this?”

Luca

Ooooh, Luca.

So painfully naive. There was no way this was going to end without blood. Britney let out a sigh.

”You should run.”

Luca

Luca spoke to her.

She didn't have the right to be spoken to, but he told her to run. Britney thought that the entire Coven should just cut and run. A fight like this was absolutely stupid. She couldn't find one valid reason that would benefit either side. Alas, Emily G. Reed didn't see the world the way they did (like a normal, rational, human being) and had to cause needless violence and bloodshed. It was clear that Emily wanted Lila more than anything, however, and maybe if both of them just fled out the back...

”... Look who it is, the pettiest fucking bitch in the city! You’re not taking anyone, so fuck back off to the hole you came from.”

Linqian

Britney's facial expression crunched up as she saw fucking Linqian and Aryin just marching out of the house half-naked. She stared at them as they just walked up to Emily, and the color drained from Britney's face as she realized that, regardless of how this goes, they're going to have to fight. They activated some spell, and then they were fully butt-ass-naked as Britney saw the heat shimmering from their body and started boxing with 8th Street's heavy hitters. Okay, sure, a fight was obvious.

Britney gave Luca a look and said,

”... I'm not running, Luca.”

That was when Britney climbed off the porch and landed on the ground.

Connection to the earth established. Grounding with Gaia. Tapping into the essence of Edafosmancy...

The soil raised off the ground underneath her feet and formed a miniature hill, one that she used to glide across the ground into the fray. She could use her soil manipulation to counter attacks from even the likes of George. She focused on Vashti, however, who was duking it out with Linqian, and Linqian dived to wrap her arms around her waist. Britney figured that she would give her home-girl some help.

Channeling flow of life into Floramancy.

Several thick vines sprouted out of the ground and wrapped around Vashti's legs. They would then attempt to tie her legs together to limit her mobility.

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Interactions: Luca (@FernStone), & Stormy (@Blizz).

Outside Kari's House > Straight Into the Fight.

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”... Well, that escalated quickly.”

In less than a minute, Linqian and Aryin ran out and started throwing hands while naked, and the house caught on fire. They wanted Lila and Britney... well, Drake didn't care if they took Britney, but he wasn't going to stand by and let Emily think that she could boss them around. If you gave someone like her an inch, she was just going to keep pushing and pushing, and pushing, just to see how far she can take it. Though, he was glad that they had the sense to stand up and fight - except, Tayla, who didn't want any part of it. That was fair, if she didn't want to fight then who was he to make her? And that's why Drake's here.

To fight for the people who can't fight.

"Take this, get in their faces and Emily can't burn you. Do it quick, before they can start throwing more magic out and make it less effective. Luca's going to get himself killed and I do not trust Linqian to take on that many people alone, I'll be right behind you."

Stormy

Drake grinned and gave Stormy a fist pump to gain the Phantombane Aura. That was when he created his Thunderguard and his Thunderlance... and without a second thought, Drake charged in. He flew through the air, keeping close to the ground, at lightning speeds. However, he kept his eyes on the group... and saw that kid shoving Luca. He knew that the kid meant well, but Jesus! Didn't he know that one solid blow would be enough to kill Luca?!

Drake changed course, flying through the air, dispelling his lightning weapons, and caught Luca, wrapping his arms around him. He went with Luca's direction and motion so the sudden stop didn't hurt him. However, Luca's decaying touch was a bitch and rotted away at Drake's favorite leather jacket and the skin underneath it. He hissed in pain, as he said,

”... Got you, buddy.”

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The 8th Street Coven.

Interactions: The Entire Coven - also Linqian (@FernStone), Aryin (@NoriWasHere), & Kenshiro (@AtomicEmperor).

In front of Kari's House.

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” You’re as pathetic as I remember. Was the thrashing you had the other day not enough? Is Emily fucking Reed a fan of getting her ass kicked? And the rest of you, y’all okay hate criming someone? Carol?”

Aryin

George quickly scoured the environment, putting a flat hand on his eyebrows as he searched for something before he laughed and said.

"... Looking for someone who cares, dumbass!"

"Believe me," Aaron said as he took a puff out of his cigarette. "I'm here because I'm getting paid. Put money in my pocket and maybe I'll walk away. Maybe..."

"Long as somebody fixes me, I don't give a fuck!" Carol quickly snapped back as she dug into her rain jacket pocket and pulled out a glowing blue potion. She chugged it, before using her Time-Reversal Abstraction to fill it up again. She kept at it over and over again while Linqian and Aryin walked up.

Emily casually flicked her hand towards Aryin as if she was an annoying child, not even so much as looking at her, and turned her head towards the tree lines. They were better looking than these freaks. "... And last time I checked, George chucked you into the sky like Team Rocket." She quickly snapped back, putting a hand on her hip. "Shut the fuck up and just bring me Lila... and Britney." She said.

”Lets fucking go.”

Linqian

Emily flicked her hair out of her face as she grinned. She looked at Aaron Sawyer, who nodded and tossed his cigarette away. He reached into the waistband of his jeans and pulled out a Glock 17. Emily turned back to Linqian and Aaron.

"Wow, you sluts are as stupid as I remember!" Emily chipperly said, raising a hand at the very Kari's house. The plan was going perfectly now that two members of Sycamore were separated from the rest. However, the plan requires the sluts to fall into a false sense of security... which means she goads Stormy to hop to their protection. "So, I guess you sluts are opting for a bloodbath, then!"

Emily snapped his fingers, and the second floor of Kari's house ignited in hellfire—a raging fire that threatened whoever was still inside.

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Fight Song: Cradle (Better Nature) - Silversun Pickups

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Then she leveled a hand at the front of the house, and she grinned like a maniac. A massive fireball formed—one that got bigger and bigger and bigger—until it was larger than her entire body and the screaming faces of Babylon's victims could be heard begging for mercy. Then...

"... YOU SLUTS CAN ALL SHARE THE SAME GRAVE!"

Emily let out her vicious battlecry as the fireball flew for the house's front. As it flew, it took the shape of a skull and left a trail of fire that made it look like a shooting star! However, she quickly teleported behind the giant monster.

Meanwhile, George put his arm up and blocked Aryin's fist... and his skin sizzled as he loudly hissed in pain. "... Ffffffffffffuck!" He screamed, before he came around with a wide-arced kick, intending to send Aryin flying.

That was when Flora aimed the Aegis Piercer into the sky and let loose a barrage of arrows directly at Kenshiro.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@FernStone@NoriWasHere Weaknesses for Too Hot to Handle so you two virgins can leave me alone.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (Fuck yo color gradient) By activating Too Hot to Handle, Linqian and Aryin's movement speed is slowed to a crawl, and they can only accomplish a leisurely walk. By glowing hot like magma, the two make themselves a very bright and noticeable target. The spell's super-heated state makes it highly vulnerable to cooling effects like water, ice, or cold/water magic - which can lower the heat and effectiveness of their durability. The Spell also doesn't differentiate between friend and foe, and can easily injure friends or disrupt their magic just as well as the enemies. Too Hot to Handle also poses a significant stamina drain, and can leave the two exhausted afterwards.

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For fun, I wrote up Kari's relations.

Kari's Relationships

Britney.Williams
"How could you do this to us?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 36: Britney. Williams. Even writing your name makes me angry. I trusted you - we all did. How could you? You were supposed to be our best. Our champion. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't even know the Apparition Killer existed. But I guess your idea of protection was a lot different from everyone else's, but who knows what you were thinking. Forcing people to bond with Apparitions. Cursing them? You acted like you had the right to play God with people's lives. You ruined Luca's life, you know that, right? The worst part was how you tried to justify it. It was all for the greater good, and we should all just accept that you had to make some "tough choices." But who gave you that right? Who? Who decided you could play with people's lives and then wash her hands of the whole thing? Yeah, that's right. No one did you bitch. And the worst part? You still don't get it. You think making a few apologies, a few gestures, will fix everything. You ruined things for everyone, and you're the reason we couldn't trust each other. You ruined something beautiful, the only place I felt like I ever belonged. So, Britney, if you ever read this (you never will): know that you can never undo what you've done. You can't just apologize and think it'll fix everything. I'm not sure you even realize the damage you've caused but let me stop here. I need a minute to calm myself myself.
Drake.Blackmore
"Father Wolf should have taken you instead of Jade." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 172: Drake Blackmore. You're an idiot. Nothing but an overgrown man-child- Do you even think, Drake? Is it all about showing off your magic? It's always been about you, is it? You were the one who charged off without thinking, the one who couldn't be bothered to listen to anyone else's plan because you were too busy. You were some sort of superhero. But heroes don't get people killed. You do. You couldn't even save your own father. Saskia is dead because of you, Drake. Saskia's blood is on your hands, and you don't even seem to give a shit. You're too caught up in your own little world. Fuck you, Drake Blackmore. You should've died- (The rest of the sentence is not legible) Did you even think about her, about how much she mattered to Lisa, Ella, and me? No, you were too busy living in your own fantasies, playing knight in shining armor - that you will never be - without any regard for anyone else. Even after all of that, you have the audacity to run around like you're Batman, and hurt more people? Yeah, I know all about it. I'm all-knowing. All-seeing, remember? Or is your head that far up your ass! Kenshiro is wrong to think that you're anything more than an idiot. Now, you're trying to avenge Jade, when you couldn't even save her in the first place! When I went to her funeral, I couldn't even look you in the face. Jade deserved better. You're not a hero, Drake. You're a danger to everyone around you. And the worst part? You won't even admit it. You're just a broken boy with magic and no sense. And I can't forgive you for taking Saskia away from me. So yeah, Drake, and keep acting like everything is fine. Keep pretending you're some sort of savior. When it blows up in your face, don't act like nobody told you! And don't you dare forget that Saskia's death is on you. You might never understand what that means, but I can only hope it haunts you until the day you die. Just to close this out one last time... Fuck you Drake.
Alizée.Altieri
"I hope you win this battle, Alizée Altieri. I hope you get rid of that parasite before he leads you to your death." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 922: Hey Alizée, I get it. I know there's a higher chance of getting struck by lightning than you ever read this, but I, Kari A. Wilson, understand... You never asked for this. The Void Heart is scary. And what he was making you do was... scary. But, the Old Coven should've helped you, not demonized you. But instead, they just pushed you away and ignored your silent cries for help. You hurt people. We can't get around that. But, you didn't have a choice. If the Void Heart wasn't in the picture, things would have been different. We could have given you one of the artifacts I found, and everyone would be okay. You should've been a hero, but instead, you became the problem, and none of that was right. That’s the thing; no one understands how hard it is for you. They just see the night-stalking, the dangerous stuff, but they never see your battle. You have to deal with that apparition every. Single. Day. Its whispers, its demands. It's always there tempting you like a devil on your shoulder, and you're supposed to just... ignore it? If the Coven had helped you, things would have been different. Maybe you wouldn't have to act like everything was fine when it wasn't. I think they should've tried to understand and help you instead of making you feel like an outcast. But I guess that was just another failure of the Old Coven. It's not your fault that the apparition does what it does. Ashley demanded you leave and look what happened to them? The Coven fell apart, while you still had to deal with the Void Heart. They could've done more for you, should've done more for you. Anyway, I just want you to know that someone understands. I get that you’re not the villain here. I hope you find a way to deal with it, a way to get back some control. It’s not too late to turn things around, you know? Maybe one day, they’ll see that. Love you, friend, even if you don't know it.
Linqian.Han
"I kept my distance from you for my own safety." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 387: Jinhai. What a guy. He always had this charm, you know? Tall. Hunky. And smart. It was just how he carried himself that made me like him. But there was more to him (There always is)? It always felt like he was playing a game, and he was the only one who knew how. He never put himself in danger, even when the rest of us were out there, risking our lives against the Snake. I guess I can't say much because I was the same way. I was never a fighter, my White Lux was useless out there, I was too valuable, or whatever lie I told myself. Soooooo... whenever someone came at his neck about that, I felt like I was getting too! Even though a lot of the Old Coven adored me for everything I did, and nobody in their right mind would ever criticize me. That's why I was there defending you. Notice me. But then there's your twin... Linqian. She's a whole different discussion. Everything about her was so jarring... and I just couldn't stand her hot and cold attitude, I'm sorry. One day she'd be all smiles, the next, she wouldn't even look at you. And she had this way of causing all these problems, you know? Like, she'd just start an argument out of nowhere, and it's all downhill from there! I just think she did it all for the attention. There was too much drama and too many fights, and I had enough on my plate without getting involved in... whatever was going on with her that particular day. I just couldn't deal with it, I'm sorry! But Jinhai... yeah, it's a shame he left the Coven. If he had stayed, maybe things would've been different - but what's done is done. Even if he was a bit too self-serving for his own good, he just had this vibe about him... ... It made you feel like he could handle anything.
Luca.Oliviera
"Despite it all, I still love you, Luca." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 312: Luciano... Luca. You're one of the Old Coven's many mistakes on legs... no, let me rephrase that, I'm not trying to say that you're the mistake. But, I wish things had turned out differently for you. I remember when Britney brought you to the Sycamore Tree coven, looking like you had just had the worst day of your life! It was hard not to feel for you—you didn’t deserve to be stuck with that apparition... I tried, you know? I spent hours scouring the All-Verse, looking for any clue, anything how to help you. It felt like I was looking for the Apparition Killer again! But, I never found anything that could get rid of that thing, but I didn't give up. I would never give up on a brief. You never did, either. I admired that about you. Even when it was bad, you kept that smile on your face and kept trying to see the positive side. It must have taken a lot of strength... ... But then you joined the fucking 8th Street Coven. I get it. You just wanted to be rid of that damned Apparition, but Emily... she is evil, Luca. She's a cancer on everything she touches. She bullied Lisa, Saskia, and Ella, for fun, and I'll never forgive her for that (Especially now that they're gone. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.). She's a manipulative monster, and she will ruin lives just to get ahead even if it's a little, and you're not like that. You're too kind, too trusting. Maybe 8th Street seemed like your best shot, but you should have given me more time. All I needed was more time. That's why I turned my back on you. Was I the wrong one? Probably. But, I miss you. I wish I could go back and find a way to fix all this. But, at the end of the day, you made your choices, and I made mine. Take care, Luca. I hope you can keep that positivity, even when it seems hopeless. Don't ever let it get to you. Find something, anything, to make it all worth it. And remember, I did try. I really did. I just wish it had been enough.
Sloane.Faris
"We had something good once, but you threw it all away because you couldn't be bothered to care about what other people went through." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 442: Sloane, I thought we were on the same page here. We spent so much time working together in the Old Coven, at least as much as anyone can with you. I know you were serious about your work, and you were just trying to keep us all grounded. But did that really mean you had to be so stone-cold about everything? I always felt like you never understood people, or maybe you just didn't care. Your attitude was unbearable sometimes, I'm sorry. Did you ever think about how your words came across sometimes, or did you just feel like you were just more important than everyone else and, thus, disregarded other people entirely? I can't tell you how many times you made things harder than they needed to be. Yes, your whole thing is maintaining order in the face of chaos, and we needed that during the war with the Snake more than anything - but that doesn't mean you had to be sooooooo harsh all the time. It's like you lived in your own world where everyone's just a piece on a chessboard, and if they didn't move the way you wanted them to; you threw them away. You demanded respect but never gave any back, not really. You were always rolling your eyes, sighing, or crossing your arms like everything was a burden to you. And you wanted to be a leader. Really? However, despite it all, I knew you weren't as bad as they made you out to be. There is good in you. They voted you out, and as much as I tried to fight it, I couldn't fight against the tide of the Old Coven. Despite that, you still wanted to protect St. Portwell. You wanted to take artifacts out of the hands of monsters, and other bastards that hurt people. I agreed with that. I helped you find these artifacts before they could be used to hurt people. It always felt like you were using me. You never called to ask how I was doing or if you wanted to hangout. No. It was just all business, but you were doing good. I thought that maybe, in time, you would lighten up and get some much-needed perspective. But then Emily G. Reed started harassing me to join 8th Street, and when I asked you for advice, you suggested I just join them. Really, Sloane? Did you forget what Emily did to Lisa? She damn near drove Lisa to suicide, and not only did she show no remorse, she kept bullying her - and Saskia and Ella, too. Did you forget how I feel about those three? Or did you just not care? It felt like a slap in the face. You know how much I hate Emily, and yet you suggested I join them like it was nothing. So yeah, fuck you. I had to do something drastic just to maintain my personal autonomy. You can be all about honor and duty and whatever, think you're the smartest person in the place, and delude yourself into thinking you're doing the right thing (You know who the fuck else thought they were doing the right thing? Lemme give you a hint: it starts with a B), but you don't get a free pass to treat people like trash. You need to learn some empathy. Or you're just going to end up a lonely and miserable woman, surrounded by a bunch of artifacts.
Tayla.Choi
"At some point, I just couldn't watch it anymore." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 889: It's hard to write this, but I guess I need to. I remember when we used to hang out, back when we were fighting the Stygian Snake. You were always so full of life, even if you had that edge to you. It made you fun to be around, and I think you knew it. But then things changed after James died. That was a turning point for all of us, but for you, it was like the world just crumbled beneath you. I watched you start slipping, bit by bit. I tried to keep an eye on you with my Observation spell, the Loving Eye - Okay, I know it was fucked up to spy on you like that, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. It was my way of caring, even if I didn't know how to say it to your face. You were already slipping into darkness and I thought that maybe I could find a way to help you. But the more I watched, the worse it got. The drugs were your escape. I get that. It was a way to numb the pain, to forget what you'd lost, I watched you fall deeper into that hole, and it scared me. But you didn't want help, or maybe you just didn't know how to ask for it. I just stood there, watching from a distance, hoping you'd get better. But you didn't. You just kept sinking, and I couldn't watch anymore. I don't remember what was the last day I used The Loving Eye on you, but I know I did it. I had no choice. It was starting to hurt me and I already have my own demons. I just hope that one day, you'll find your way back, not to the Coven because there's... nothing to come back to anymore, but to yourself. To the person you used to be before everything went sideways. Because that person is still in there, beneath all the pain and the scars. And I want to believe that one day, you'll see her again. You deserve a second chance, and if that's not enough; a third and fourth.
"Edict".Devola
"You made your bed, and now you can lie in it." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 582: Greyson, do you even know what it's like to be in the background? Because that's what I was to you: just another face in the crowd, not worth your time to say so much as hello. We were in the Sycamore Tree Coven together, in this fight as one. It was all about you, wasn't it? You manipulated everyone to get what you wanted. You never cared about the rest of us, just about how you could stay on top. It was wrong for the Old Coven to use you as they did, but I couldn't help but feel like you deserved it, as fucked up as it sounded. Then, you started taking our channelers - items that were important to us - and held them hostage. I was against voting anyone out, but I made a special exception for you, Emily, Hagan, and Britney. Oh, I heard you and her were a thing after you got booted. I wonder how that worked out for you. You know what's sad? Even after all that, some part of me still hoped you'd come back and at least try to make things right. But then I realized you probably don't even remember my name. I was just someone to be used and thrown when I was no longer helpful. I wanted to believe there was more to you than that, but I guess I was wrong. So go ahead, keep playing your games, and keep working on your deals. Don't ever come to me asking for a favor, because I know a rat like you eventually will. ]
Jack.Hawthorne
"Come home Jack. We need you." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 666: You know, I gave this page an edgy number... you know what, forget about it. You always had that vibe that made everyone stop and think, "What's he up to this time?" You were the one who could pull off stunts that the rest of us couldn't even think of And it always made me worry. "What if you got yourself into something that even you couldn't get out of?" I always had that thought whenever I soooo much as looked at you. I know you probably would take that as an insult, but think about the people around you for a second. From the day we met, you were doing things that most people wouldn't try—and I'm not sure if it was bravery or just recklessness. I mean, during the battle against the Stygian Snake, you followed that beast while we were trying to figure out what the hell we were going to do next. You lost your arm, and I remember thinking, "That's it, he's done." But you just made yourself another one, and I was like, "Cool." I admired how you just keep pushing, but it also made me wonder how much of you was still... you. I know how you felt when you lost Reza. Believe me, I'm still dealing with it to this day. I understood why you left, but I was watching over you the whole time you explored the All-Verse. It was like I was right there next to you! It was fascinating, but also nerve-wracking... I never knew if you'd ever make it back. Then you took off to the Void, and I lost track of you completely. The Observation spell doesn't work there. You were gone for what felt like forever, and I couldn't help but worry... I can only hope that you're still alive. So... Take care, Jack. I know you'll do the right thing, even if it's not what we expect. And that's more than enough.
"Sully".McPherson
"Sometimes, Sully, the right thing to do is to say "no." To draw a line and stick to it." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 3736: Sully... You had this way of making everyone feel like they belonged, even the shy kids like me. I'll always remember how you encouraged me to speak up and be myself. I wouldn't have become who I am without you pulling me into the circle and showing me how to loosen up and have some fun. For that, I thank you. I remember you always had the "king's cup" with you, this big silver goblet that you swore could fix anything. You had something special with that Chalice. You always had this gift for making people feel welcome, no matter where they came from or what they believed in. When I exposed Britney's secret, I thought you'd understand. I figured you'd be angry like the rest of us. But you weren't. You defended her, said she was trying to make things right, that she deserved another chance. You made excuses for her, Sully. I couldn't believe it. After everything she did, you were still willing to give her a free pass. I knew you always saw the good in people, but Britney wasn't just pushing boundaries—she was crossing lines that shouldn't be crossed. She was (and probably still is to this) dangerous. You said that she meant well, that she deserved another chance. Meanwhile, The Rot is still adjoined to Luca... regardless of how I presently feel about him. You always prattled on about second chances, but you do realize that not everyone deserves them, right? Right? Sometimes, the best thing you can do for someone is hold them accountable. Otherwise, they'll never learn... I... I just don't know who you are anymore. If you won't see the harm someone like Britney caused, then I'm happy to never speak to you again, Sully. I still don't feel bad about trying to vote you out with her.
Leon.Richoux
"I used to look up to you, but my personal autonomy is the most important thing in the world to me. So, it is what it is..." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 284: I remember when Leon first joined the Coven. He was an entire giant—like, huge—and it was kind of scary. But, Leon Richoux, you made people feel safe just by being around, and people put incredible things on my name but even I couldn't do that. I really liked you then. I was scared for you when I heard that Lady Lelou was sealed into you. When the Coven broke up, you started changing... or maybe you were always this way. You started talking about the Temple and how it could help people find direction (something, I, to this day, desperately need). I thought you were just being a friend, maybe just offering some advice. But then it felt like you were trying to recruit me. It was like you were trying to convince me that it was your way or the highway when its not. You were pushing your mother's agenda on me. I know what she wants: she knows how powerful I am (It's like a curse!), and knows I'd elevate her plans to new levels. But I am no one's pawn - my autonomy and independence are the two most important things to me, and I will never let anyone take that from me. So, I had no choice but to cut you off for my own sake. I hope you find what you're looking, Leon, but I cannot help you find it.]
Stormy.Carson
"You have my number, STormy, I know its hard but maybe we can pick the pieces up together." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 112: Stormy, you're one of the best. You stuck around until the end, even when others (including Daisy) cut and run. You could've left when the Coven began to fall apart, but you stayed, and I can't help but respect that. I know I can trust you because you've proven that when things get tough, you don't just vanish like so many others. I still remember how you gave Britney hell for what she did. You made it clear that she couldn't get away with what she did to Luca, and how she gave Emily new avenues to be a monster. That made me believe in you, Stormy. I can't put into words how much the Coven owes you for not just protecting us with your shields, but caring. You weren't just muscle—you were a heart, and you used it well. You were always lifting others up and protecting them, even when you were having a rough time yourself. And that laugh of yours? It could make even the worst days better. I know you're carrying the burden of the people you couldn't save, but I want you to know that you're not to blame. It's people like me who were useless for doing anything other than watching their friends get cut down. I hope you never change, Stormy. We needed more people like you. Maybe things would have been different.
Anya.Baksh
"You're not smart as you think you are... I can see through you, Anya." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 492: Anya, you've always talked like you have it all figured out, but as I got to know you, I knew you were just playing an angle (They always are, I hate it when people only want me for my magic). You were never outright rude or anything— you just had this way of pretending to be friendly, and it always drove me up the fucking wall. I thought for the longest time, you were just being nice, but the more time I spent around you, the more I realized it was all a game to you. One big, fucked up game. I hated it, I hated you. You only kept people around until they weren't useful to you anymore. You were always trying to get the upper hand because, just like Edict, you only cared about coming out on top. And the worst part? You'd make it seem like you were doing us all a favor. You never shared anything real about yourself. Everything was fake. Fake. Fake. Fake. You're fake. You never wanted anyone to see the real you. And being around you was always a chore because I always had to second guess everything you did. Everything you said. Every gesture. I just had to be on guard around you at all times, and it was sooo exhausting. When it was time to vote you out, I abstained (like I always did), but they voted you out anyway, and you know what? I think we were better off without you. Yet I can't help but feel sorry for you. You put on this act like you have everything under control like you are one step ahead at all times. But deep down, you're just insecure, and that insecurity made you desperate to stay in control. I hope you grew as a person. I hope you found something better to do with your life.
Evelynn.Serenelight
"You'll always have a place in my heart, even if we aren't currently together." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 628: Lynn, it's hard to write this you know. I wish we met under better circumstances, I really did. If it were different, we'd be together to this day. However, we found each other in the Old Coven during the darkest days... you were there for support when I lost all three of my best friends. You were the best. However, as time went on, those feelings for you weren't genuine, I was like some parasite using you for emotional support... only to ultimately toss you away. And I admit, that was my fault it's always my fault. But I'm getting off track, Lynn. You have this lightness, even with all the weight you carry. It's hard to jot down, but that's what drew me to you. You were something else and I ruined it. Hold on, let me get back on track... We had a connection, Lynn—one that most people dream of finding. We shared the same fears and fought the same battles. Being with you made me feel whole, and it made everything else seem less important - even my grief. But we both had so much trauma, so much baggage and I thought that being together would help us both heal. But it felt like we were just clinging to each other, trying to keep ourselves from drowning. And I had to let you go. I didn't want to, but I knew it was for the good of both of us. It's obvious that neither of us were ready for a relationship. I miss you, Lynn. I know you’ve moved on, and I’m happy for you, but I wish it could've been different. I wish we could've healed together instead of falling apart. You'll never read this, but I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't enough. I'm sorry I led you on. I'm sorry for all of it and I hope you find someone better than me.
Lila.Blackwood
"You're a whole new person now, Lila." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 372: You were Lynn's friend, but we never really connected. I remember you as that one person who was really shy... that just followed the first person who knew what they were doing we all did really. After the Snake, you changed everything about yourself... and it was finally free to be whoever you wanted to be. You were someone with big goals, you wanted to create a space for LGBTQ+ youth in St. Portwell. Because lord they need one. It felt like you were trying to leave a mark. I know you were close to Lynn, and that mattered to me because she cared about you. But you never really opened up to me, though. Like you had something to hide, and that was fair given my Abstraction. But, you had this confidence... and I wondered if it was real or if you were just putting on a show. You were always around people, but it felt like you were keeping everyone at arm's length. It sounds oxymoronic until you're the one who has to witness it. Maybe that's why we never got to know each other. Maybe that's why you and Lynn clicked, you both had things you didn't share with everyone else.
Jasper.Wilde
"Jasper, you've always been this strange thing to me... like a piece of art I didn't have the brain cells to understand." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 347: You always seemed like an interesting guy, Jasper. You had this creative energy that was barely contained in a person. Chains on your hips, button-up shirts, and that gold chain peeking out from under—it felt like orderly chaos. I think you were more comfortable with that chaos than most people would be. I didn't know you as well as some of the others, but I never got why you always hounded Sloane. But forgetting about that, you always had this charm, even if you were battling your own demons. Lynn said you had this dream of living self-sufficiently, and it made sense. You always seemed to be doing your own thing, like you weren't a fan of the whole structure that the Coven had. You left early on, probably because of how... messy it got. That didn't surprise me. Your art was impressive, though, and it wasn't just the magic that was cool; it was the way you talked about it. You had passion for what you did, and magic just expanded our horizons. I think that's why people liked you. You had this vibe that made people want to be around you, even if you didn't always want to be around them something we have in common. I wish we had more time to get to know each other, but things got crazy. I can't blame you for leaving.
Adora.Phoenix-Prescott
"You're not alone in this, Adora, even if it feels like it, you're not. I know you don't want to hear that, but it's true. We're all trying to pick up the pieces of what happened, and maybe we can help each other. You know where to find me, and I am never going to turn my back on you. And I am with you, where ever you go. Just don't do anything you can't come back from." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 7: I bumped into Adora at the grocery store yesterday, and it was like seeing a ghost. She looked so distant, so lost in her own thoughts. I approached cautiously, not wanting to startle her. She was surprised to see me and almost smiled before retreating back into her shell. I remember how Lisa's death hit her hard. I mean, it hit all of us hard, but you were right there and saw it with your own eyes as Lisa was ripped apart. In a way, I was right there, too, but... you had this fire in you, and now it's gone. But now, there's a heaviness in her heart, a sadness and trauma that weighs her down. It's like she's lost a piece of herself that she'll never get back. I tried to engage her in conversation, but I was really just talking to a wall. She's so distant now, it's clear that she's still haunted by that day. Despite it all, I can still see the old Adora in there, just little pieces of it that appear and disappear like a flash. She's still fighting, still trying to find (No, fight) her way back to the light. And maybe, with time and support, she'll get there. The Coven turned their back on her, but I won't. My Notes Page 727: Okay, I have to dedicate two pages to Adora. Funny, ain't it? I just didn't think that last entry cut it, so I had to add more. But... You know I've always thought the world of you, Adora. Back in the Old Coven, you were one of the strongest. When you stepped into a fight, even our strongest members couldn't help but look on in awe. Even if we don't act like it anymore, we appreciate and love all you did for us, Adora. You saved so many lives, and for what? You had the power to just run and leave us to hang, but you didn't. There was this fire in you... But now, it's like you're carrying around all the ashes from that fire. I can see it in your eyes, the way you get uncomfortable when I mention Lisa (I miss her too, believe me, I'll stop but it eats me up inside, too). I remember the day we lost her like it was yesterday (Because it was my fault). You watched as she got ripped apart, and you broke. And I don't blame you. It breaks my heart to see you struggling just to get through the day. The way you used to inspire everyone around you to fight, that there was hope in a hopeless fight. And now you're just a shell of your former self. I know that's a bit harsh, but it's true. Even though there are some occasional glimpses of that person... you are not the Adora that fought in the Trinity anymore. But I want you to know, I'm still here for you. I'm still your friend, and I'll always be. I'm glad you're letting me help, even if I feel like I don't know the right words to say to make you feel better. I don't know how long it'll take, but we will get through this. You don't have to do it alone. You're still strong, Adora. It might not feel like it, but even after everything, you haven't given up. And that's what makes you amazing. So when you're ready to be that powerhouse again, I'll be right there cheering you on.
Layla.Hyacinthus
"You had this habit of fading into the background like you were trying to disappear. Made me wonder who you were hiding from." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 1112: You were always so quiet and kept to yourself. It was like you didn't want anyone to know you were even there. Honestly, that made me suspicious at first, but as time went on I figured you were just intimidated or just wanted to stay out of the Coven's many dramas. I was too busy trying to keep the peace to look into you much. There was always something going on that needed my attention more than you . I know that sounds shitty, but it is what it is. I think most of the Coven didn't even realize you were there. Now that I look back, I wish I’d taken the time to talk to you, maybe ask about those roses you carried around. But I didn't, and now I guess I’ll never know what was really going on with you. You always had this look in your eyes, like you'd seen things we couldn't believe. I think that’s why I stayed back. I had enough on my plate.
Luna.Inoue
"If you have even a shred of decency left; stay away from me. I have enough problems as it is." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 23: I can't believe you'd do this to us. We trusted you, and you sold us out. You were always kind of shady, by my admission but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. After everything we've been through... the battles, the chaos, the loss... and you sell us out to your stupid mafia? And for what? Money? Your little boss patting you on the head and saying you did a good job? What could possibly be worth betraying us? People who put their lives on the line to save you. What the hell were you even thinking? Did you even stop to consider what your actions would do to the rest of us? I'm valuable, Luna. I know that. You know that. Everyone knows that. My Observation Spell is a gift - and now it seems like a curse, because now I'm looking over my shoulder every minute. I'm wondering if the next face I see is going to shove me into a car so your boss can force me to work for her. Or just take me out so she can keep her business in the dark. You know what that's like? To be constantly on edge? I bet you don't. Because you only thought about yourself, and your stupid little mafia. But let me stop here: good luck with your new family, Luna! Mafias aren't known for their loyalty by the way, but in that case, you'd fit right in. Right, Luna?
Aislin.Rose
"You made everything feel a little less heavy." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 25: It's been years, but you know why we're still close, right? You were always such a cool person, with your smile and art, you made everything alright. I can't even count the number of nights we spent just talking, laughing, and trying to make sense of the chaos. Your positivity and creativity kept me sane when things got bad. I never told you that and I'll never have the courage to, but it did. I don't know how you do it. Despite everything we've been through, you still find beauty in the world when I sometimes have a hard time myself. Your graffiti and drawings all have this energy that I wish I could replicate. You remind me that there's still good in the world, even when all hell is breaking. I know you don't like to talk about the past, but I want you to know that it's okay to feel the way you do. What happened with the Stygian Snake, and all the deaths that came with it— I get it. You don't have to carry that burden alone. I've got your back, and I always will. You forgave Alizée, even though I wouldn't have blamed you if you didn't. I remember when we first met in the Coven. You were always drawing on something, even when we were supposed to be planning, training, whatever. I'd find you scribbling on napkins, walls, and even the floor of our old lair. It drove some people crazy! I always thought it was great. You brought color and life to the place, and we needed it. So let's make a pact. No matter what happens, we stick together. We create our own light, just like you do with your art. And if you ever need me, you know where to find me. I'm not going anywhere. Say the word and I'll come.
Kenshiro.Murakin
"I love you." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 551: You know you're everything I could ask for, right? I don't say it enough, but it's true. I mean, you're just... you're like the perfect blend of everything I adore. Mysterious yet familiar, strong but gentle. And you make the world a better place with just a smile. I love how you can be all serious and focused one moment, then switch to playful and teasing the next. It's like being with you is always an adventure, and I can't get enough of it. Okay, I could go on forever, but I won't. Just know that you're my favorite person in the world, and I can't wait to see you again. I know you left on your big adventure through the All-Verse and wanted me to join, but my place in the world isn't exploring the universe but finding my place in the world. That hasn't stopped me from watching over you with my Loving Eye—it's like I'm there, by the way! Maybe once I am in a better headspace, I'll join you. I wish I could show you my notes, but the life you live would make you a liability. I'm a liability too, but I won't stop. I know dangerous things, Ken. Things that should stay hidden from everyone, even from you. My observation spell lets me see places I shouldn't, but it's a part of me now, guiding me toward the truth in ways that can sometimes be frightening. But don’t worry, I have a plan to keep you safe. To keep everyone safe.
Ayrin/Aaron.Thorne
"Take care, Aaron. Or Aryin. Whichever feels right. I hope you find the peace you're looking for." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 517: Hey Aaron, or should I say Aryin? I always get confused with which name to use when I talk about you in my notes. You always wanted to keep people guessing? I didn't get to know you all that well when we were with the Coven, but I remember seeing you on the front lines. It was impressive, really you saved lives. I was a bystander. You had this way of adapting to whatever the situation called for. I admired that about you. I always wondered what it was like for you to live with two personalities. Was it exhausting? Or did it give you an edge? And then there was the whole thing with Emily... It takes a lot of strength to keep doing what you do and I never got the chance to really ask you how you were holding up. I hope you're doing okay now that the Coven's not around. I heard you've been hanging out at the 317, getting involved with some of the folks there. That's good. You need a place to belong, even if it's not with the Coven. It must be nice to have some kind of community. I might not have been the closest to you back then, but I get the whole "trying to find your place in the world" thing.
Amara.King
"You might not remember me, but I'll always remember you." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 448: Remember that time we were in the Old Coven's lair? You were putting the final touches on some battle plan, and I just feeding you information while reading a book. That was a weird dynamic, looking back. I mean, you were this... unstoppable force, always charging into battle without hesitation. I was just... watching you do your thing. You made it look sooooooooooooo easy. I remember the way you’d walk into a room and take control. People respected you. Even when they disagreed with your plans, they listened. You had this aura of authority that was hard to ignore. You were intimidating, I can't lie about that. Even the way you talked was enough to make me nervous. But then I'd remember those moments when you let your guard down. When you’d sit back and just talk about life, about the things you missed out on because of all the fighting. I think that's when I realized that you were a person... a good person. You always took the time to ask me if I was okay, even if it was just a quick "Hey, you good?" It meant a lot, especially when everything around us was falling apart. I don't know if you'll even remember me in a few years because of how the Army of One works (don't get mad but I tested some of my Intuitive Perception spells on you), and that's okay. I guess I'm just grateful for the time we spent working together. You made me feel like I was part of something like I wasn't just some background character in someone else's story. I'll always remember you as one of the bravest people I've ever met. Take care, Amara. I have no clue where life took you after the Coven fell apart, but I hope you're happy.]
The.Void.Heart
"I can't wait for the day when you're just a distant memory." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 923: I don't even know why I'm bothering to write this, I'm only going to make myself mad and I wrote enough angry entries down into my journal. But, I can't believe what you did to Alizée. You turned her into your puppet, you sucked the soul right out of her. You know, she could have been something else, someone else, if it weren't for you. Alizée could have lived her life, made her own choices, and found herself. But you stole that from her and that is the true tragedy. You made her your pawn in some twisted game, pushing her to do your bidding, to hurt people. You saw her as a tool to help you satisfy whatever sick obsession you have with opening some "gate of paradise." Let me tell you something—there's no paradise where you're headed. Just an eternity sealed in some pen cap. You call yourself the Void Heart, but I think you're just void. Empty. Hollow. Nothing but a parasite that feeds off the pain and suffering of others. You're not welcome here, Void. You never were. The sooner you're gone, the bette- I have to stop myself here. I'm just making myself mad. So, here's my final message to you, Void: Leave. Go back to your Void—or wherever you came from—and don't come back. Play your sick games somewhere else.
Lisa.Turner
"I've already fallen..." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 1: I don’t—I don’t even know. I can’t—I can’t believe you're gone. It’s not real. It can’t be real. Why did this happen? How? How did this happen? It’s not fair, Lisa. It’s not fair. This wasn't supposed to happen to you. Not to someone who had so much life to life. It’s all wrong. All of it. I can’t—I can’t even think. I don’t understand. Why did this happen? I can still hear you laughing, talking about your spiders, and it’s not real. It’s not. You’re not there anymore. You’re gone, and I can’t do anything. I should’ve—I should’ve done something. I should’ve been there, but I can only fucking watch. All I'm good for is finding things! I should’ve saved you, and now you’re not here. It’s my fault. It’s my fault, and I—I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Lisa. I can’t—I can’t stop thinking about what happened. You shouldn’t have had to go through that. It’s not right. You didn’t deserve it. You deserved—oh God, you deserved so much better, and now... now you’re just gone. And I can’t fix it. And I FUCKING hate it. I just want to hear you one more time, okay? Just one more time, hear you talk about whatever spider or weird ass thing you got into. I want you back soooooooo badly. It’s not fair. You were the best, Lisa. You made everything better, and now everything is just... empty. You should be here. I’m so sorry, Lisa. I’m so sorry. Believe me, I'm so sorry. I should’ve done more. I should’ve—I should’ve-I should’ve—oh God, why didn’t I do more? I should’ve done something. It’s my fault. And now... now you’re gone, and I don’t know what to do. I’ll never forget you, Lisa. I promise. I promise I’ll never forget you. I’ll keep fighting because that’s what you’d want. You’d want me to keep going, but it’s so FUCKING hard without you. I just want you back. I want you here, and it’s never going to happen. And I don’t know how to deal with that. I don’t. Why am I such a fucking failure? Goodbye, Lisa. I... I’ll see you again, okay? When it’s my turn. I’ll see you then. Just... just wait for me, okay? I’ll be there. I’ll find you. I promise. Just—just wait for me. Just wait. I’ll see you again. I will. I promise. I... I just miss you, okay? I miss you so much. Goodbye, Lisa. Goodbye. I just—I just can’t. Goodbye. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just... I just can’t. Goodbye. Goodbye, Lisa. I’m sorry. So sorry. I miss you. I miss you. So much. Goodbye. I’m so, so sorry.
Ella.Brooks
"... I can't drive my head..." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 2: Ella... Ella... You were supposed to be here, with all your energy, and you’re just gone. You shouldn't be gone, you didn't deserve it. It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair... I can't stop thinking about your smile, and your laugh, and the way you made everything seem like it was gonna be okay. You had that magic, you know? I'm not talking about your abstraction but you could light up a room just by walking in, and I just... I just want you back. I need you back. You were the best of us, Ella. You were the best of us. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I should have been there, I should have done something, I should have stopped it. Why didn’t I stop it? WWhy didn’t I see it coming? You shouldn’t have been alone, not like that. It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s my fault. I should have done more and you would still be here with me. You know what I miss the most about you? Your voice. You always had something to say, always talking about anime and manga, and you always made it sound so amazing. I miss you, Ella. I miss you so much. I miss your hugs, your stupid jokes, your ridiculous transformations, your smile, everything about you. I just want you back. I'm sorry, Ella. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I just want you back. Please come back. Please. Please. I'm begging you. Just... just come back. Please. I miss you. I miss you so much. I miss you. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I should have saved you. I should have been there. I should have stopped it. I’m sorry. I miss you. I miss you so much. Goodbye, Ella. Goodbye. I’m sorry. I'm so sorry. I miss you. So much. So much. I'm so sorry. Goodbye. I miss you. I miss you. Goodbye. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. I’m sorry. So, so sorry. I miss you. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. I'm sorry. So sorry. I’m sorry. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. I miss you. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. I miss you. Goodbye. I'm sorry. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. Goodbye. I miss you. I miss you so much. Goodbye. Goodbye. I'm sorry. I’m sorry. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. I miss you. I miss you. I’m so sorry. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. Goodbye. I miss you. I'm sorry. Goodbye. Goodbye. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. I’m sorry. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. Goodbye. I miss you. I miss you. I’m sorry. Goodbye. I’m sorry. Goodbye. Goodbye. I miss you. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye. I’m sorry. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. Goodbye. I'm sorry. Goodbye. Goodbye. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. Goodbye. I'm sorry. Goodbye. I miss you. Goodbye. I’m sorry. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. Goodbye. I'm sorry. Goodbye. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye, Ella. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. I’m sorry. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. I miss you. I miss you. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye...
Saskia.Otten
"... It's so hard wanting you." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	My Notes Page 3: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Everywhere I go I keep seeing her face. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I should have been there. I should have done something. I couldn't—why didn't I do more? I keep saying I can only watch, but I have the power to write this down, I could have done something. I should've—I should've stopped her from going. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's like a loop in my head, and I can't stop it. It keeps going round and round. I'm sorry. I keep saying it, over and over, because what else can I say? She's gone. And I can't—I can't fix it. I can't make it right. I can't—I can't do anything, and I'm just stuck with it, stuck with this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't stop saying it. It won't—why won't it go away? I just want it to go away. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I should've been there. I should've stopped her. But I didn't. And now she's gone, and I'm here, and it doesn't make sense. None of it makes sense. Why did she have to be the one? Why not someone else? There were so many people that deserved what happened to you... Why not me? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It never ends. It just keeps going and going. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't—I can't fix it. And I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I keep saying it because it's the only thing that feels right. It's the only thing that makes sense. But it's not enough. It won't bring her back. It won't change anything. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Remember that she is definitely dead. Totally dead.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Anya (@FernStone), Clancy (@Zombiedude101), & Kenshiro (@AtomicEmperor).

Kari's Basement

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“You’re the psychopath who planted that tree!”

Sloane

”She’ll come around,”

Anya

Britney couldn't help but roll her eyes at the overly dramatic display Sloane made on her way out. While Britney knew that Sloane wasn't wrong, the action seemed like something some teenager would do. Everyone here was an adult (well, physically, mentally was a whole 'nother discussion). Thus, she turned towards Anya and said,

”... I'm starting to think she likes the attention.” She didn't say it softly; she didn't lower her volume at all. She spoke because she couldn't care about that control freak's little feelings or reputation here - Britney was still trying to figure out why she even came here in the first place.

Everyone was starting to clear out from the basement. Britney glanced at Adora, and she was still pulling it together. In a few minutes, Britney would help her up because they couldn't be hanging around in here. The Feds are more than likely watching them as they speak, and Britney doubted Stormy talked them into backing off (it's more likely Stormy was trying to get with the boss ladies than anything). That just left Kenshiro and Clancy.

... And boy, was the latter interesting.

"I'm sorry about your friend. It's shitty. But-.. only Kari would've known how to unlock this thing, right? And you- You said the one who died wasn't your Kari. I'm not saying it's her. Your other friend - Lionel? At the graveyard, I heard him call Father Wolf a 'he.' Yes, I was there when she told you where to go, too, but I don't care about that right now. So far, everyone who's been killed by this asshole has been part of your old group. Unless you still have enemies that aren't dead or gone, that makes it possible that it could be someone who was one of you. Or that someone of you is caught up in this too. Is that Kari? I don't know. But she's part of this now, and if she isn't dead it's obvious she's hiding or being hidden."

Clancy

”... I don't know why you were acting like I was there,” Britney put a hand on her hip and shrugged. ”If I was there, we would have summoned everyone.” It was stupid for them just to pull the spirits of just three people - especially with the inconsistency with Kari. Alas, not everyone can see more than what is before them.

However, Britney's face contorted as she thought about it. Some things weren't adding up, such as patterns Britney was starting to pick up on. The "kid" was mature and sensible for someone who looked to be about ten. What was extra suspicious was how he survived getting shot and just gave a weak-ass "I got better." Is he really a kid? Is he even human? He could just be some Apparition piloting a kid, which is all types of fucked up. The next thing that caught her eye was the kid practically admitting that they were spying on them.

The final nail in the coffin was what he closed with.

"I don't know what you did to people to make them something they're not, but I know what it's like to be on the other side of that." Cold condemnation sat in his gaze. "If you had done that to me, you'd be dead already. But I'm not her. I don't know what's going through their heads."

Clancy

”Is that a thr-” Britney cut herself off... Chill, Britney. You have to be the reasonable one here. Britney attempted to affirm herself and calm herself down because the last thing this situation needed were more people flying off the handle. Especially against a kid, even though Britney knew if he turned out to be a kid, she would eat her shoe. So, she kept her mouth shut and observed. Nothing good would come from jumping the gun.

However, when Adora felt the need to go off the kid, Britney didn't need to hold her back.

"Oh, my friend... She's a Pactmaker! And the whole reason Emily G. Reed is a bitter, wretched fucking cunt today? It is because of you, Britney Williams. Because if it wasn't for you and your dirty deeds? She'd be a stain on the pavement of St. Portwell. And we'd all be better off for it... Including my fucking Kari! Now what is my fucking life, Britney!? Empty! I have you people! You! And you know what the worst part is? I never would've known were it not for Kari telling me... The only other woman I thought I'd ever be able to open up to truly is gone!"

Kenshiro

Britney was silent.

Not a single muscle on her face so much as twitched.

The most stoic expression she ever had as Kenshiro ranted and raved at her... It hurt seeing someone that she thought so highly of come at her neck.

”... You trying to lowkey - but not lowkey - put the blame on whatever you think happened to Kari, on me, Kenshiro?” Britney said in a completely monotone tone as she stared at him. Britney was done playing nice and keeping her mouth shut now that Kenshiro had come at her first. She narrowed her eyes at him as she just came out and said it;

”Because you do realize that, considering her abstraction and the pattern in the murders, she is more than likely to be Father Wolf, right? Right?”

There it was: the ugly truth in all of its glory. She was putting a target on her back (and it was not the best thing to say to someone who was grieving and emotional), but someone had to say it. Before things could progress further, they were pulled into a Recollection...

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Britney returned to reality and sighed.

She wondered why Emily would rear her head now of all times. It was ten years without personally dealing with her, and it turned out that Emily was making all of these moves. And it was all her fault. Britney shook her head, as it was becoming dead straightforward that the Coven would Covento deal with Emily sooner rather than later... and it was only fair for Britney to be the one to put an end to Emily's reign of terror.

However, everyone began warning that 8th Street was about to attack, and Britney couldn't help but-

*BOOM*

A massive crash exploded outside, and Britney's eyes shot open as she quickly ran up the stairs. Instead of rushing outside, she glanced through the window to see 8th Street.

... With an undead monstrosity looming over them.

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Interactions: Clancy (@Zombiedude101), & Jack (@Blizz)

Kari Wilson's Basement.

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Thankfully, nobody bothered Adora while she was nearly ready to fall apart like Kenshiro. She knew that nobody cared. Thus, it was up to her to bring herself back to reality... though it was a pathetic sight for the mighty leader of the Old Coven's powerhouse Trinity, reduced to being curled up in the corner of Kari's basement.

It was not like she had a choice in the matter these days. Her heart fluttered, as she didn't even feel human at this very second.

"Okay... you can do this Adora,..." Adora quietly said to herself between breaths as what everyone was saying was just overwhelming her. She had to focus here, so she affirmed herself. "You're brave, you're loved... You can't fall apart now; you managed to work up the courage to come here. You. Can. Not. Fall. Apart. Now."

With those final words, Adora gathered the strength to push herself to her feet. That wasn't enough because she was still twenty. However, she could stand on two feet as she tried to return to reality. Her pride and ego were too enormous to ask for help, and she tried to focus on the conversation, which faded back into her mind's eye.

"I'm sorry about your friend. It's shitty. But-.. only Kari would've known how to unlock this thing, right? And you- You said the one who died wasn't your Kari. I'm not saying it's her. Your other friend - Lionel? At the graveyard, I heard him call Father Wolf a 'he.' Yes, I was there when she told you where to go, too, but I don't care about that right now. So far, everyone who's been killed by this asshole has been part of your old group. Unless you still have enemies that aren't dead or gone, that makes it possible that it could be someone who was one of you. Or that someone of you is caught up in this too. Is that Kari? I don't know. But she's part of this now, and if she isn't dead it's obvious she's hiding or being hidden."

Clancy

”... Huh?” Adora raised an eyebrow as she listened to the kid. Typically, Adora wasn't too good with kids—being a woman who does not want any—but a few things in the kid's speech stuck out to her.

"...Yes, I was there when she told you where to go-"

Clancy

One big thing.

”... Wait, what the fuck do you mean you were there?!” Adora seethed, one hand on her chest, the other on the wall. As she took deep breaths, it was probably evident that she was trying to hide that she was coming down from a full-on anxiety attack, but, again, she was just too arrogant to let anyone here think she was showing weakness. As she looked at the kid, something clicked in her head, and she got mad... It was enough to distract her from her trauma for just a moment. ”... I think I saw you at the grocery store the other day, too! Have you been following me?”

She took a few deep breaths and couldn't hold it in any longer. Before, she continued.

”Kid... that is not fucking cute at all!” Adora said, ”That is sick. You're fucking sick. Stay the fuck away from me.”

Was it wrong to say this to a kid? Probably. But, kid or not, Adora was not in the right frame of mind to be reasonable right now, and she was going to put her foot down. Or up this kid's ass.

However, she was pulled into the Recollection...

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”What the... fuck...”

Adora hissed as she read the Recollection. As it turned out, Kari (or somebody) attempted to burn the notes that Kenshiro was so obsessed with. What was worse was that Emily was here with her goons... she couldn't recognize a soul there other than Vashti and Greta, but she knew Emily. She was Lisa's bully, and Adora held an irrational hatred towards her. Not only did she harass Kari, but she also looted her house after she died... for some unknown third party. Adora had no clue what was in the notes, but it must be important if Kenshiro and Emily were so obsessed with them - but that raised more questions. Just who could know about the notes? Just who would be willing to pay scumbags like Emily-

However, her line of thought was interrupted.

”... Lynn is almost certain we are about to be attacked by the 8th Street Coven. Be prepared, in case she is right.”

Jack

”... JESUS!” Adora's heart damn near jumped out of her chest as she fell to the ground. Jack had appeared out of the goddamn blue and gave this message that went over Adora's head because she was too busy getting her tits scared off - in addition to her other feelings clawing their way back into the fray. Adora grabbed her chest and looked up at Jack, ”... Don't fucking-”

She began before realizing that Jack was already gone—crazy bastard.

Adora shook her head, dusting herself off. She knew bits and pieces about 8th Street, but she also knew that she was not equipped—magically or mentally—for a fight right now. However, like the crazy kid said, Emily might know something about what's happening.

*BOOM*

That crash signaled that it was time to fight.

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The 8th Street Coven.

Interactions: The Entire Coven.

In front of Kari's House.

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LISA: The Painful - DIE DIE DIE

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A massive swirling portal opened above Kari's front yard, and seconds later, something fell through it. It hit the ground with a reverberating boom that created a massive dust cloud that obscured its body, leaving its frightening silhouette peeking through the dust and debris for a few moments. However, once it faded, its horrifying appearance was on full display for everyone present. It was a gigantic, towering monstrosity taller than Kari's house. It dripped with a green-brown liquid as its smell was overpowering. It just stood there...

"... Hi, sluts,"

Emily peaked her head out from its legs with a broad smile and gave everyone looking on a sarcastic wave. That was when she stepped from behind it, and following behind her were George and Vashti, and they formed a line in front of the monster. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Aaron, Flora, and Carol (Who was wearing a hockey mask and had a wooden bat with nails with CAROL'S GIRL crudely drawn on the side), and Maya hiding behind its legs just as planned. All of them were wearing various-colored rain jackets and pouches strapped to their hips, and Emily glanced further behind her and saw a circular ice wall condoning off a section of the yard near the treeline. Then, a transparent dome appeared, and Emily grinned.

A drizzle began sprinkling the area. She pointed to Maya, raised her hand, and said, "Volumne up."

And as instructed, Maya raised the volume of Emily's voice so all of these sluts could hear her. She took a few steps forward, but before she could begin her speech...

"... Yo," Aaron caught her attention, taking some final desperate puffs of his cigarette before Vashti's storm made that impossible. He then pointed at the treeline where Drake Blackmore, Sully McPhearson, and Stormy Carson were - and two other sluts she didn't recognize, but long as they stayed over there, they could die for all Emily cared. Then he pointed at the sky, where Ken was... and Emily grinned. There was one person on Emily's mind, and one person only. They had to buy time first, so she finally began her speech as George stood by her side with his arms crossed and a cocky grin on his face.

"... It's been a while, hasn't it, sluts!?" Emily shouted, her voice loud enough to be heard all over the property. "Missed the reunion... Well, I wasn't invited! Well, I wouldn't have come either way - that unfair treatment I received at the Halloween Festival told me I made the right choice, anyway!"

She looked around, grinning like a fool. As she threw the hood up, the rain fell on her hair. "So, I'm going to be quick and to the point; we're not here to fight you sluts. I'm here for one person, and one person only, Lila Blackwood..."

"... AND FUCKING BRITNEY! I'M GOING TO RIP HER FUCKING INTESTINES OUT, FEED 'IM TO CYNTHIA, FIX HER, JUST TO DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN!"

Carol screamed, stepping from behind the undead monster's leg. Emily just rolled her eyes.

"... And Britney," Emily began, putting a hand on her hip. "So, just hand those two over, and we'll leave you sluts to rob a dead retard's house - do you sluts have any shame or dignity at all?"

After she spoke, she glanced over her shoulder at Aaron... he was their best chance at reacting to any sneak attack these sluts might pull. However, she hoped the other group was doing their job without one of 8th St's leadership around to babysit them... keeping Phoebe and Maya separate was an excellent way to do that.

Emily grinned.

"... Chooooooooooose wisely. Because my patience might run out very fast."

She knew they weren't going to.

And that's where the fun began.

In Kari's Yard by the Treeline...

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A considerable distance away, another portal opened, and the first person to step through was Phoebe Carmicheal, holding an empty potion bottle - at the bottom remained some remnants of a glowing blue liquid. When she stepped through, her abstraction was boosted, and she raised her hands and, using her Blizzard-Inferno Spell, erected a massive of ice in an area around them... it was thick enough to stop all but the most powerful abstractions, and if one of them tried shooting through it? They might as well have been throwing pebbles at a tank!

She stepped to the side as the other members of the 8th Street Coven stepped through, starting with Greta Faust, who walked in holding a crate full of glowing potions. Trailing behind her were several of Nadine's minions, also carrying crates full of glowing potions. Then Brianna Wallace, Cynthia, Malik Jakane, and Lee Evans followed through, followed by Nadine, who held a book underneath her shoulder, an oversized rain jacket... and sunglasses. Behind her were two undead minions that weren't carrying supplies but a folding beach chair and a tent. These undead minions erected the tent and unfolded the beach chair. Nadine laid down on it and opened her book... as the Baron materialized beside her.

The last one through was Amy Nakamura, who had the Oni Club strapped to her back and wore a bright yellow rain jacket. He had his hands in her pockets as the portal closed. Brianna raised both hands, and a pillar of light appeared and touched the sky. Out of this beam, a transparent, spinning dome appeared around their makeshift encampment, leaving some space between themselves and Phoebe's ice walls, which was none other than the Teleportation Nulification Veil... one that would ultimately prevent all attempts of teleportation and portal creation.

Lee and Amy stuck close to Brianna, while Malik and Phoebe stuck close to Nadine.

Greta placed the crate down, and Nadine's undead minions pulled out the glowing red potions—Greta's explosive potions—within them and raised them into the air. They walked over to the edge of the teleportation nullification veil, closer to the ice wall, and stood there with the functional hand grenades ready. Greta flipped the crate over, sat on top of it, and pulled out her cell phone—only to notice Cynthia standing over her.

"The Pack Leader told Cynthia to protect Pack Member Greta," she said, getting close. Cynthia will protect Pack Member Greta with life. Eat anyone who gets close to Cynthia and Pack Member Greta."

"Thank you, Cynthia," Greta said. As the rain drizzled over her phone screen, she couldn't help but shake her head. She glanced up at Nadine and Baron. The latter was creating hordes of undead monsters that crowded their section of the makeshift fortress. There had to be dozens already... and Greta glanced over her shoulder and shook her head.

"... She drags us out here for a petty revenge scheme," Greta shook her head. "Don't we have bigger fish to fry right now?"

"Yeah, I know!" Phoebe rolled her eyes, "We could be bullying those Serpent Cult nerds again!"

"Cynthia obeys the pack leader," She said, "Cynthia has no complaints."

"Let's just hope they hand over the bird bitch, so that we can go home," Phoebe smiled. "Speaking of bitch, my bitch is out there!"

"Keep your eyes open," Greta rolled her eyes and wiped her screen. "Someone is bound to try something."

All they needed to do was wait.

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Outside Kari's House.

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The Recollection faded, and the mere sight of it made Drake wince his head.

Drake had no clue about Kari's notes or what anyone was trying to show him, but he knew that Emily G. Reed had something to do with all of this. He wouldn't be surprised if she were working with Father Wolf or something - that'd be in character for that bitch. Drake shook his head as he focused on what was important: getting Luna the fuck out of here, and he was losing his patience here.

”Listen, I’m not actually angry with you. Sorry if it sounded like it- We can talk about that later, but for now… You saw that too, right?”

Stormy

”Yeah, I saw that too,” Drake confirmed that he did see it, but ignored the rest of Stormy's theories, because he was hyper-focused on Luna, ”Let's talk about it after we get rid of this spy.”

“How could I face you? You remember how I left. How could I face that again? So, I did what came easy to me. I watched from a distance. I documented the triumphs and tribulations, pretending I was there with you. I watched my family, my home, become rebuilt, and I thought… Maybe it was better this way. It was… easier this way. I realize now it was wrong. It was the wrong way to deal with how I was feeling and unfair to you. Especially given the current… situation. …I'm sorry. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I know why you’re against me. Why you’re against… this. You’ve been burned before, badly, so you’re expecting only bad can come from someone like…”

Luna

Drake almost projectile vomited.

This bitch can't be serious! Drake thought to himself as he could only smile at how foolish she was.

“You have every right not to trust me. Heck, I wouldn’t even trust myself. If you want me to leave, I will. But I want it to be put up to a vote.”

Luna

Drake immediately created a Voltblade. He kept one eye on Stormy and the other on Sully as he raised it at Luna. ”Nope, I'm good! We're good! You're playing an angle, and we're only going to get burned in the end,” Drake began his speech. ”I don't give a damn what Sully, Stormy, or the rest of the Coven thinks, you got ten seconds to get your ass out of here before I turn you into-”

*BOOM*

Drake was interrupted by a giant monster falling from the fucking sky! He immediately whipped his head around towards it, and was about to jump into action... until he saw Emily G. Reed, and her goons - most notably Vashti. While he was drunk off his ass, Drake remembered some of the things that she said about Jade... and it took every ounce of restraint he had not to lung over there and decapitate her. Drake also eyed the fortress that was suddenly erected... the Voltblade disappeared out of Drake's hand, and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at Luna.

”You wanna really back up your big words?” He grinned. ”Go get rid of Emily and her goons for us.”