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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Luca (@FernStone), and da Coven.

The House on the Hill.

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So, Greyson and Tayla came to Luna's defense, eh?

Adora didn't trust either of them, to be fair - along with that creeping suspicion, they were up to something, but unnecessary paranoia would only make things so much more complicated. Letting Greyson dig around Adora's head made her shudder, so she would let someone else take one for the team. Luna's information was correct; there was that urge to tell her they didn't need her because Luca found out what she knew—but, again, she wasn't trying to ride Luna. Adora crossed her arms as everyone, including their grandmother, spoke and added their two cents, making Adora chuckle. It seemed easy to get into Blake's head and convince him to give up the notes, but at the same time, Adora knew it wouldn't be that simple.

Nothing involving magic was ever simple.

The group gathered together here was proof of that.

Then Sully charged in with water guns and sprayed Luca in the mouth with water... Adora just chuckled, resisting the urge to make a dirty joke about Luca (She wasn't sure if he would take well to it). However, 8th St was being discussed yet again, and Anya had a few points: their heavy hitters weren't there, which was fair. Adora didn't want Greta to get hurt or die, however. However, she was sure everyone in the Coven was prepared to wipe the 8th St Coven off the map, but Adora wanted to help Greta before it was too late, which created a weird situation where she knew that 8th St deserved it... but she tried to help one person she knew was better than that realize that.

Adora sighed before she.

”... I spoke with Greta the other day, a lot of 8th St don't even like Emily or Vashti but roll with them for one reason or another,” Adora began, knowing that somebody was bound to give her shit for speaking with their rivals. ”What if we can get them to turn against Emily? At least some of them? Would make all of this easier, wouldn't it?”

Adora didn't speak on the dreams because she knew fuck-all about it anyhow. Surely, some one more versed in magic should help out there...

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The Elite & The House of Cards Mafia.

Interactions: None.

Paragon Halls.

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Phillis Schmidt’s heels clicked on the floor as she navigated the halls of the Schmidt Manor.

Getting Berlioz and his Sentinel Solutions was a huge help because now they could stop relying on Emily and her unpredictable band of goons and whatever Paranormal mercenaries they could contact (often having to get help from the other side of the country). That fight that took place outside of Christiansands merely two nights ago is proof of that, and now Jason and Jiao-Long are pushing for them to take action against 8th St - while the Schmidts and the rest of the Elite do not feel the need and think the Lius and the Valos should take better care of their kids. However, there is another issue on their mind….

... The House of Cards mafia is relentlessly hunting for Kari’s Notes, the Schmidt family’s treasure.

Now, Phillis has yet to learn why they want the notes in particular, but this could be bad news if they know that they have the notes. Phillis continued until she made it to Blake’s study, where he was smoking a pipe and wearing a robe against a warm fireplace.

“Blakey,” Phillis began. “We need to talk.”

Blake turned towards her, pipe in mouth, as he said, “What’s the matter? You look troubled!”

“I caught word from Isaac Kane that the Vorpals want Kari’s notes,” Phillis began, narrowing her eyes as she empathized with this next part. “... They know we have them.”

“How!?” Blake asked, surprised.

“... From Isaac,” Phillis sighed.

“We should pay him off, but don’t worry!” Blake raised a finger into the air. “We’ll organize a meeting and get to the bottom of this! Find out everything.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Phillis asked.

Blake grinned.

"... Of course I do! Why would I do it if it wasn't!?"

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Paragon Halls, the Elite’s testament to fame, power, and wealth, was set in the heart of St. Portwell. Paragon Halls was selected for this very purpose! To foster alliances and meet with the other factions of St. Portwell and beyond! Blake and Phillis invited the House of Cards’s leadership to meet with them to discuss all of this! Indeed, it’s nothing, but Phillis suspected there was more to it. Blake and Phillis were set at the table with serious and focused expressions as they awaited the arrival of Valencia Vorpal…

The doors swung open, revealing Valencia Vorpal, Demos Castles, and a handful of black clad men. Upon crossing the threshold, Valencia gave a subtle gesture of her head, and the men waited outside, the door swinging shut, while her and Demos approached the table.

Both were dressed for the occasion, Valencia in a classy black outfit, and Demos wearing a black suit. They took seats opposite of Blake and Phillis.

“Quite the establishment you have here, Mr. Schmidt.” Valencia said in a smooth tone, placing hands on the table.

She turned to her side, gesturing towards Demos, a slight smile pulling at her lips. “This is my husband, Demos. One of my capos, and quite the charmer.”

Demos adjusted the sleeve of his suit, leveling a neutral stare at the two Schmidts. “Pleasure.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you!” Blake shouted.

Valencia settled in her seat, eyes glancing at the grandeur of the room before locking with Blake's.

“Well, right down to business? I'm honored you called to see us, Mr. Schmidt. I'm aware word travels fast when certain… effects... are pursued.” Valencia said, amusement in her tone.

Of course, it was no coincidence she was rooting around for Kari's notes, and the Elite just happened to call her in. Indeed, she had stopped believing in coincidence a long time ago.

Well, she would be an idiot to not make use of an opportunity.

She spread her hands out, gesturing to the Schmidts. “I understand you have a bit of a conundrum. A note that can't be read. And no one willing to decipher it for the price you want.”

She leaned back in her seat, swiveling on the axis side to side slightly as she pressed a gloved hand to her chin.

“Wouldn't it be wonderful if you could find someone who wouldn't bankrupt you to get you results, hm?” She said, her smile slightly growing. “We’d be willing to take on that burden for you, Mr. Schmidt.”

Blake smiled.

“Oh, that’s all?!” Blake began. “Splendid!”

“Wait, hold on,” Phillis put her hands up, as she asked, “What's your price?”

Valencia nodded. “What would half of what the 8th Street pitched be?”

Blake scoffed, throwing his hands in the air in astonishment before he complained, “They want ten million dollars! Just to decode it! And I wonder if they think I’m made of money! I mean, I can make it back in a month, but I refuse to be gouged by Emily G. Reed and her coho-”

“... That’s not what she asked.”

“Oh!” Blake laughed. “Five million is still a lot, though!”

“Twenty-thousand,” Phillis nodded her head.

“Fifty-thousand and you got a deal.” Valencia nodded back.

“Splendid!” Blake hops to his feet and extends his hand. “Phillis! Get her payment!”

Satisfied, Valencia moved to the next order of business. “I'll need those notes as well.”

“... Hold on here,”

A voice dramatically interrupted the meeting from the side: it was Jason Valos. Wearing a black suit, tie, and some dress shoes, he hobbled in on his cane.

“Ah, Jason, glad you made it!” Blake said.

Jason didn’t respond to him as he walked over to Valencia and offered his hand, “... Jason Valos, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Valencia smoothly stood from her seat, a cool smile on her face as she firmly shook his hand. “Valencia Vorpal, but I fear you already know that.”

“Now, I overheard the whole conversation - well, no, I overheard most of the conversation, but trust me, I can put two and two together well,” Jason grinned. “... That, and I hit up everyone’s favorite informant, and he told me some things.”

Jason walked over to his spot on the Elite’s table, pulled the seat out, and sat down, placing his cane over his lap as he steepled his fingers. “Now, I have no clue why that bitch Kari has gotten so important lately - _{well other than her magic, of course} - but I’m going to look at what I noticed…”

Jason took in a deep breath, then let it out…

“... You want the notes, and I know exactly who you’re with…,” Jason began. “Now, I’m going to be to the point; if ya’ll want it, they gotta be valuable somehow. We just don’t know how valuable yet, but hell, if we just put some time into figuring it out…”

He shook his head before staring at Valencia head-on.

“Bottom line is: why should we give them to you? Why should do you even need take the notes to decode them?” Jason asked. “I can have my boy bring them here right now, and we can decode it here and now….”

Valencia had sat back in her seat, a half-chuckle escaping her chest. “Well, ain't that something.”

She popped open her clutch, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. One was placed in between her lips, before Demos leaned in to light it. Smoke curled around Valencia's face as she took a puff, rolling the cigarette in between her fingers.

“If I may be so bold, Mr. Valos, if it were so simple to pull out the notes and decode them in one sitting, we wouldn't be here having this conversation.”

Another puff on her cigarette, before she smiled that wolfish smile of hers and gestured a small surrender with her hands.

“You got me. It was my design to sublet the notes to the Sycamore. But alas,” her smile widened. “It seems you don't want that information privy to them. I can respect that, but I can't help but ask why? What's the difference between 8th Street and Sycamore?”

Her head tilted. “Information is its own currency, Mr. Valos. We at the House of Cards love information just about as much as we love weighted dice or a loaded deck. So here we are: you still have notes that you can't understand.”

She leaned forward. “Bring the notes here. I'll call my brightest minds. We'll decode it right here, and no one else needs to know.”

“Look, I don't like anyone who bands together to call themselves ‘witches’,” Jason began, his expression flat. “It just so happens that 8th St is the more useful of the three ‘Covens’ that call our beautiful city of St. Portwell home.”

Jason laughed at his own joke before he continued to grin, “Why outsource to Sycamore? Dunno about them but they don’t have the bitch with the all-knowing book.”

Valencia's head rolled slightly at his comment, but she just kept that cool smile on her face.

He flicked his hand, adding, “Lemme just say, back in my heyday, I rolled with a lot of people like ya’ll. I know how you operate, how ya’ll think, and most importantly, how you operate.”

Jason leaned back in his chair slightly, “Are there any guarantees you won't try and fuck us over like, I don't know, take our money and run off with the notes?”

Valencia ran a palm over her mouth, before she gestured to the group. “You’re a wise man, Mr. Valos. Everyone with skin in the game knows how small this city really is. The Hearts Club Casino is not an easy thing to hide, after all. Easy enough to come knocking if I were to do something as foolish as ‘run off with the notes.’”

She shook her head. “No. This city thrives on cooperation. My most recent trade went well only due to the fact that there was cooperation, and trust involves. And, honored hosts at the table, we are nothing without our trust.”

She leaned back, taking another draw off her cigarette, before she offered, “Now, if you have a soul binding contract I can sign…”

Jason laughed, and kept laughing… He wiped away a tear.

“... A soul-binding contract should be a bullet with your name on it, sweetheart,” Jason grinned. “Cooperation my dick. We both know it's dog-eat-dog out there, especially here! I thought it was bad on the east-coast!”

He continued to laugh, before he stopped and menacingly said, “... Let’s just cut the bullshit. Why do you really want the notes? What’s in ‘im? And why is that bitch Kari so important all the sudden?”

Valencia stared for a moment, before the end of her cigarette glowed cherry red from her drag. A slow exhale, before she let out a half chuckle.

“Well, ain’t this something.”

Her wolfish grin was sharp, eyes leveling at Jason. “You don’t know, do you?”

She leaned back in her seat, grinning to herself, before she spoke again. “The notes… Kari… Well, Sycamore believes it's gonna save their little souls, whatever is written on it. Got a killer picking them off as we speak, and they believe this will give them answers. So… you can see why I’m interested as well. Protecting assets, if you will. One of my girls is a Sycamore.”

Jason just grinned.

“... Asset protection is a twenty-four-seven security detail,” Jason grabbed a cigar out his suit jacket and then slid it in between his lips. He lit it, and then took a deep puff, and pulled it out with his thumb and index finger. As he slid his lighter back, he spoke,

“I am aware of the Sycamore-Slasher because my kids are a target,” He sighed. “But, I just think there is more to it if the local mafia outfit-”

“... Oh! Maybe that’s why Liu’s kid wanted them so badly!” Blake heartily said, raising a finger into the air. “I could never figure out why…”

Phillis and Jason facepalmed.

“... Why would you tell her that, Blake?”

Valencia purposefully took another drag of her cigarette, delaying her reaction, hiding the glee behind her eyes.

Before she smiled. “Well. Seems we both have our assets we want protected. So do we have a deal, Mr. Valos? Or do you need to grill me some more?”

“... I think we do,” Jason took his hand from his face. “Except, we decode them on our grounds. In a room nobody but your experts, Blake, myself will be in. And we have our ‘security force’ there.”

Jason stuck his cigar in his mouth as he placed his other hand on the cane,

“And you get paid after the job is done,” Jason laughed. “Now, do we have a deal?”

Valencia raised an eyebrow at the vague mention of a security force. Her eyes glanced to Demos, who returned her stare with a neutral one of his own, before Valencia bit down on her cigarette, and shrugged.

“Very well. However, I would request my own men stationed outside of the room. Peace of mind, you see.”

She nodded. “Then yes, Mr. Valos. We have a deal.”

Jason grinned then extended a hand.

“We shake on it because God knows a paper to your people…” He laughed before he added. “No offense, though; far as St. Portwell is concerned, we’re honest businessmen.”

Valencia smoothly walked over and shook Jason's hand, that wolfish grin on her face again. “To a fruitful relationship, as honest as we swear we are.”

Jason laughed.

“Yeah, sure!”

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

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It was finally time; Lisa’s soul was set ablaze as she was finally closer to Adora than ever before! She could just smell her! There wasn’t any time for thought or internal monologue as she pointed forward, and the four other spiders she summoned charged forward. However, out of the portal Morningstar created came several fireballs that were the size of basketballs. A barrage. Dozens of fireballs came flying out towards the group as Kimberly calmly knelt and placed the Cube out of her utility belt onto the ground. The Cube created a barrier as Lisa’s spiders bobbed and weaved out of the way of the fireballs - taking a few hints but they kept forward.

Ella ran to the front of the group, pushing out her hands and yelling, "shimmering snow blast!"

A massive wave of snow came out from her hands, boosted by the Ice Scepter, hitting all the fireballs in its path. It was enough to clear the way for Saskia to jump over her using a blood tendril, shooting multiple blood bullets at Morningstar. Morningstar swiped his hand to create a portal in the path of the blood bullets, and they flew directly back into the group.

Lisa shouted as one hit her in the shoulder and another in the stomach, but the Spiders were still flying at him with the help of Ella clearing the path. She cast the Acid-Burst spell, and they exploded into an enormous display that sent modified digestive acid in all directions. Splashing on Morningstar and utterly dissolving his arm… revealing a blue, scaly arm. He didn’t flinch.

“Good job, mami!” Lupe shouted from behind the shield.

Morningstar snapped his fingers, and out of the portal behind him came a massive freakish beast that was the size of a small house. It roared before it charged at the shield. Meanwhile, the portal closed, and several smaller portals opened up around Morningstar and fired a volley of smaller fireballs that curved at the group.

Ella held up the Ice Scepter, using it to shoot wide beams of ice to try and catch as many fireballs as she could. Saskia spun around, one catching her shoulder. They winced, but ignored it, blood tendril shooting towards the beast’s shoulder, it attached - and the monster was surrounded by a coral-pink dome that slowed down time in its radius as the barrier provided by the cube dropped. Kimberly leveled Jacob’s gun at its head and pulled the trigger, letting loose a bullet enchanted by fire, earth, electricity, ice, wind, metal, and light… while Lupe shot both of her hands out and fired off a bright neon-pink blast of electricity that shocked the monster. A flood of spiders came out one of the vents behind Morningstar, as the flood was so much that it broke off and fell.

However, all of Morningstar's portals disappeared as he opened one the size of Saskia, and a giant, a monstrous hand shot out to grab them and yank them in… Succeeding in grabbing them, even as two bone spears stabbed into it.

"Oh fuck," Saskia muttered.

"SASKIA!" Ella yelled, other hand raising her Channeler to shoot a beam of burning light at the monstrous hand.

“Ay! I got this, mami!” Lupe shouted, activated her Neon Dash, and turned into a ball of light (leaving behind a trail of fire and electricity) with cascading colors. She collided with the hand, and there was a roar as the creature released Saskia, and the portal closed.

Morningstar raised his hand into the air, a dismissive look on his face, as Kimberly unloaded on him with Jacob’s gun, only stopping when she ran out of ammo for Jacob’s gun. He didn’t respond; however, a massive portal formed above him, and when he swiped down, an enormous fist came out of it and punched through the ground at their feet, including the monster.

Lisa screamed as she was about to fall to her feet - however, Jordan’s time dilation sphere slowed down time on the falling piece of ground. Lisa lifted the back of her dress, and spider legs came out of her dress. Then, she gracefully went from debris to debris until she was inches away from the monster Morningstar summoned. Lisa opened her mouth at the giant monster’s leg and spewed a barrage of spiders slowly floating towards it until they attached to it… in slow motion.

Ella also screamed, but quickly righted herself, crouching on a piece of debris. Her gaze quickly found Morningstar again, shooting a focused beam of ice at him. Saskia bounced between the debris pieces with the help of their blood tendril slowly, turning around and shooting a blood bullet right after Ella’s beam. The ice beam hit Morningstar and caused him to wince (the Blood Bullet bounced off). He bore teeth as he opened another portal in Ella's path and sent the ice beam into Saskia.

"Why’s it always me?" Saskia complained, blood forming a strong shield at the front of her body. The ice beam hit it, freezing her blood and shattered it off… but not freezing her. She winced, bouncing backwards and towards Lisa.

Ella used the slowed time to start towards Morningstar, her legs glowing a bright rainbow, helping her launch herself towards him with an attempted kick. He caught it in mid-air and winced - however, more portals opened around Ella and barraged her with fireballs. At this rate, everyone had fallen to the second floor, with Lupe, Jordan, and Kimberly fighting the monster…, at which point Lisa dissolved its leg with acid. However, she ran over to Saskia with the help of her spider legs and hopped in mid-air, landing next to Saskia as she said,

”... Death Blow?” Lisa suggested. ”Except we shoot it up his ass!”

"That’s exactly what his ass needs," Saskia nodded. "While Ella’s got him distracted… let’s go."

Ella had shot out a burst of snow around her, fireballs hitting one of her legs and arms. But she didn’t seem to let it effect her as she turned into a bright, rainbow ball and barrelled at Morningstar, bolts of lightning flying off her towards him. He stepped through a portal and appeared back on the top floor, overlooking the few.

Lisa stuck her hands out… and a massive black spider crawled out of the ground. She then nodded at Saskia to create the spear so she can load it. Saskia’s face screwed up in an expression of intense concentration as they started to make a large bone spear bit by bit, hovering above the spider as it fully formed. Lisa nodded her head when it was complete.

”... Put it in.”

Saskia just nodded, brow furrowing as they carefully loaded the spear into the spider's vagina. Lisa commanded the Spider aimed at Morningstar, hoping that this would be, as the name implied, the death blow. On command, the spear launched, cut through the air, and stabbed Morningstar in the back. She was disappointed that it wasn’t his asshole… however, it “detonated” and exploded into Morningstar. His physical form was shredded to bits by the bone fragments even before they began spraying acid in all directions. Lisa smiled as that bastard was finally over…

… Only to reveal his true form.

Morningstar floated in the air, all in his unholy glory… the ground began to shake. Every window shattered as the concrete crumbled and the steel bent… the building started to sink.

"... Well, this sucks," Saskia commented. Her expression contorted in pain as flesh wings started to push out of her back, painfully and slowly snapping into place. Glass shattered nearby and embedded in her side, adding to the continuous flow of blood which she moved into a thick blood armour.

"I'm too cute to get buried alive!" Ella yelled, turning into a bright orb of light again and hopping from concrete piece to concrete piece to reach Lisa and Saskia, transforming back to her normal self before she hurt them. "What do we do? Should we… pull out the mech?!"

"That’ll just make us less mobile."

Lisa looked at Morningstar… and then remembered that she strategically left a flying spider behind the barrier (and didn’t forget). She commanded it to come over to them, and Lisa hopped on using her spider legs. She then shouted.

”Hop on!”

"Lisa, you’re the best!" Ella grinned, jumping onto the back of the spider. Saskia got on in front of her so that they could all see. "Let’s go keep beating him up!"

“... Ay, mami!” Lupe shouted, waving her hands as they began glowing with a pink light. “Don’t leave us!”

“... Did you forget about us, my dude?” Kimberly laughed; her face was oddly flat due to their circumstances. Jordan walked up, and raised a fist in the air, and a spinning coral-pink sphere appeared around them… before they disappeared.

With that out of the way, Lisa flew out the nearest window, where dusk had settled. She could see the night sky as she soared near the building. With her eyes drifting down, she saw the Morgenstern Banking sinking into a portal. To where? Lisa didn’t know or care! She just wanted to get some distance away to view… and once the building was gone, all that remained was Morningstar floating in the air.

”Ella, shoot at him!” Lisa shouted, pointing at Morningstar, as she was a little bit out of her element in aerial combat.

"Got it!" Ella shouted. She leaned around Lisa and Saskia, using the ice scepter to shoot a beam of ice at him. At the same time, Saskia leaned from the other side, shooting a blood bullet at him. Both of them hit Morningstar, but didn’t seem to do any damage…

He floated in mid-air before he curled up into a fetal position in mid-air. A flaming portal opened before him before it unleashed another volley of explosive fireballs. Lisa instinctively knew what was coming and hid behind another building. However, the portal fired out a beam of pure heat similar to what Ignatius used in his second form. It cut through the buildings like a hot knife though butter, and Lisa panicked as the building they used as cover fell apart right in front of them.

Lisa commanded the spider to fly away at high speeds as the beam was behind them. However, she had an idea.

”... I’m going to drop you two off at different locations!” Lisa shouted. ”I don’t know where Kim, Lupe, and the others ar-”

A massive beam of pink light came out of nowhere and hit Morningstar, followed by a UPS truck thrown at him. Both of these attacks knocked him aside and knocked the beam off course. Lisa didn’t notice as she flew down on the ground before she pointed at Morningstar.

”Saskia!” Lisa shouted. ”... Blood rain.”

"Oh I’ve waited so long to use this one again." Saskia rubbed her hands together. "Make the spiders, I’ll make them explode."

Lisa put her hands in the air and focused on the area above Morningstar… and dozens of spiders that had pulsating sacks of blood growing from their body in a grotesque form appeared. They began falling… Saskia then held out their hands. The sacks of blood grew exponentially before exploding outwards in a disturbing shower of blood rain that fell down towards Morningstar. Landing on him, he loudly hissed as the sound of acid sizzling filled the air, even from their distance. Lisa fist-pumped as it solidified and bound him.

She could see Lupe barraging him with electricity and beams of solid light from a distance. However, Morningstar was unable to move… for now. Lisa turned towards the other two, as she said,

”... I think we need to hit him with something big,” Lisa began. ”Like now!”

"What about person big?" Saskia said, looking at Ella, who’s eyes widened.

"Won’t you get stuck?" she asked.

"That's a risk I’m willing to take. Let’s go."

"Alright…" Ella took Saskia’s hands, and she was quickly surrounded by a radiant light, shimmering with all sorts of colours. At the same time two large bone spears pushed out of Saskia’s fists, blood trickling down their arm. They then put their arms up above their head.

"Throw me."

"Alright- Super Prism Spear Gun, let’s go!" Ella nodded, picking up Saskia by the waist and crouching. They got into a position like someone throwing a javelin… except the javelin was a person. With incredibly magical strength they launched Saskia into the air towards Morningstar, sending her shooting at supernatural speeds towards him, spears from her hands going directly for his face. It crashed into him with an explosive boom and sent Morningstar careening toward the ground… he slammed into the ground with a massive boom and lay there for a few moments.

”Oh, wait, um,” Lisa said, as she commanded the spider to take flight. ”We gotta go get them!”

The spider took off towards them… as Morningstar rose awake and tried to grab Saskia with one of his arms… who blocked it with their blood tendril, face visibly paling the more blood they pumped into it. More hands came to crush Saskia, but a blast of fire, light, and electricity appeared next to Saskia as Lupe appeared with a broad smile on her face. She wrapped her arms around Saskia in a bear hug, and then both disappeared. Another explosion of Lupe’s neon colors appeared on top of the spider as she sat on the edge.

“Thank me later, mami!” Lupe shouted as she hopped off and teleported again. Morningstar floated back into the air and raised all four of his hands. Dozens of portals appeared around the group and their friends, unleashing fireballs at them. Lisa, naturally, commanded the spider to dodge.

"There's too many fireballs! Why's it always fire!" Ella yelled as she blasted massive sprays of snow at all angles that she could, protecting her, Lisa and the spider while trying to catch as many as possible.

”... I mean, he is the devil!” Lisa shouted.

Saskia grimaced as she started running back towards the other two, using their tendril to propel themselves around the fireballs… but it didn't work so well when it got caught, blood melting and her face paling further.

”Saskia!” Lisa shouted, before she turned to Ella, ”... I have an ide-”

A fireball incinerated the spider's wing, sending it careening off course and into the ground, skidding into a car. It ultimately launched Lisa off the spider, and she was sent rolling over it.

”... There goes that idea!” Lisa groaned, as she crawled underneath the pick up truck for cover.

“... Oh lawd!” Jordan shouted as she launched several cars from a distance at Morningstar. “Ya’ll wanted to fight him so badly?! What happened to all that spunk ya’ll had a little while ago?!”

Kimberly took Jordan’s side, placed down the Cube, and watched the barrier deploy. She took some potshots at Morningstar with Jacob’s Revolver. The portals around the three disappeared as they appeared around Kimberly and Jordan, as they took his full attention. Lupe appeared next to the car, where Lisa crashed the spider into an explosion of different elements.

“Ay, mamis! Are ya’ll okay?!” Lupe asked.

"I'm fine!" Ella shouted, transforming from the ball of light she'd fallen as, crashing into a car and making a massive dent in it.

"Lost too much blood," Saskia dragged herself over to Lupe, holding out an arm. "Can you heal me?"

“Of course, mami!” Lupe put her hands on Saskia and wrapped them in various pink and purple colors. Their wounds were healed.

Then, they looked back at both Ella and Lisa, frowning. "I think I gotta use the stone."

”... Are you crazy?! We need you to draw the symbol thing!” Lisa added, before triumphantly raising a finger in the air, continuing, ”What we need is a plan!”

“... It’s a little late for that, mami,” Lupe flatly noted.

"... Oh, you're right," Saskia intoned, frowning. They carefully pulled out the stone, holding it by the chain. "Maybe I can use it and then carve it out of me before I got mad?"

"Well, decide quickly!" Ella shouted, looking agitated. She'd already taken a few steps towards where Jordan and Kimberley were being barraged.

”... How about we take turns?!” Lisa suggested. ”You use it a bit, then pass it off to me?”

"Let's do that," Saskia nodded. "You can't tell when it's getting to you- I just really… need to be able to fly."

They grabbed the orange stone with their other hand, grimacing as it fused into their palm. They then bent over as massive wings made out of muscle and bone pushed through their back, expanding metres out to the side. They were like bat wings with bones spreading out, muscle connecting them - and at the end of each was a long, dangerous looking bone spike. From in between the wings, their blood pooled together to form four blood tendrils, while they were also coated in a thick armour.

”Shoot me with ice if I look like I'm losing it," Saskia said to Ella. They spread their wings and with a mighty flap, flew up and towards Morningstar.

"L- Lisa, make some spiders, in case she doesn't get it out in time?" Ella suggested.

Saskia hurtled towards Morningstar, multiple tendrils shooting out to pierce him in various places. He hissed in pain before turning his attention from Kimberly and Jordan to Saskia. Portals opened around the tendrils, and fireballs shot into them to break them. Then, fireballs shot at Saskia.

”... We should help them,” Lisa said as she summoned some spiders; she applied the Hybridization and Enlarge spells to them so they were wrapped in a glowing cocoon. ”... Crack Spiders to distract him?”

"Yes, get out the crack spiders!" Ella clapped her hands together. ”Do you… do you want it on the big ones?!"

”No, I want it on the tinies- OF COURSE, I WANT IT ON THE BIG ONES!” Lisa was astonished at Ella’s smooth brain, but she had an idea.

Saskia's wings wrapped in front of them to tank the fireballs, muscles instantly, painfully repairing. They flew forward, kicking Morningstar and sharp bones spears shooting from their feet on impact, one wing spinning around to try stab him with the sharp ends too. Morningstar stuck one of his hands out to block the hit, only to go through his hand entirely. However, he used two of his hands to clap Saskia. Saskia took the hit, hands slamming into her blood armour and threatening to shatter it. They shot bone spears out of their body - from as many spots as they could, all into his hands.

”Well… how long will it take?!" Ella pointed to the cocoons, getting ansty.

”... As much time as it needs!” Lisa facepalmed. However, her spiders finally burst out of their glowing cocoons. Giant huntsmen spiders with raptorial limbs like praying mantises immediately charged towards Morningstar… Lisa turned to Ella and shouted, ”Now!”

”Let the light protect our friennnddd!" Ella shouted as she imbued the large spiders with pulsating rainbow lights, like massive, flying party lights - blinding and strong. They darted through the battlefield, leaving behind a trail of different lights, up until they made it to Morningstar. They jumped on Morningstar and began hitting him with a barrage of attacks with their claws and mandibles as his hands went from Saskia to getting them off of him… and Jordan began launching a volley of cars that hit him in the head, with Lupe shooting him with electricity from another angle. Saskia went back in on the full offensive - long blades of blood forming on their arms that swiped towards his neck (or at least underneath his head), sharp wing aiming to gouge out as much flesh as possible. Ella raised the ice scepter again to blast him with a focused beam of ice.

The beam hit him in the face, as the spiders were still beating on him with their claws… He was getting ripped to shreds by all of their combined efforts. A massive portal opened underneath Morningstar as he floated downwards.

”Is he trying to escape?!" Ella yelled, waving an arm towards Saskia. ”Saskia- SASKIA, STOP HIM!"

”Fuck- BE READY TO SWAP!" Saskia shouted back. They pulled in their massive wings to dive down underneath Morningstar, blood tendrils reforming to try and physically push him upwards while penetrating (myes:) his feet.

An 18-wheeler was chucked at him, hitting him in the head and knocking him off course and onto the ground. Jordan collapsed moments afterwards.

Saskia pulled back their blood tendrils, before viciously stabbing them into his chest, as if trying to worm their way inside.

”They’re- oh no, it’s happening!" Ella shouted, shooting a beam of ice at Morningstar, managing to catch Saskia’s foot in it.

They paused their stabbing, realisation dawning across their expression. They shattered the ice with a tendril and flew away from Morningstar, towards Lisa and Ella. A bone spear came from their elbow and was snapped off, used to try to gouge out the orange stone. It wasn’t budging. Without time to think or try, Saskia grew a blood sword from the back of their other hand.

Then they cut off their hand.

”Catch!" They threw their hand, orange stone and all, at Lisa. The wound clotted, their face pale as they landed on the ground nearby, large wings still out and wrapping stabilising them against a car.

Lisa did not so much as flinch as she caught Saskia’s hand. She tried to pull it off but she just held it… The Orange Stone pressed against her palm, she summoned tetrablemmid spiders and applied Hybridization and Enlarge to them all. With the help of the Orange Stone, she could create far more enlarged spiders and faster. They burst out of their coccoons in seconds, with the horns and wings of a Hercules Beetle. Lisa turned over her shoulder back to Ella,

”... Crack Spiders! One more time!”

Ella was screaming, head snapping between the severed hand and where it had been. But even through the screaming, she held out her hands towards the spiders, imbuing every single one with prismatic, strength enhancing lights.

”It’s not that bad," Saskia groaned, holding her still attached hand up to her ear.

All the spiders launched at Morningstar, horn first, penetrating his body at lightning speeds. After they dug in, they exploded in a powerful explosion of acid, light, and chitin. Decimating his body as he desperately tried to create another portal, only for them to collapse before he could get through. Lisa grinned as she kept hitting him with more and more spiders…

… it was amazing, but she didn’t want to stop at Morning-

Lisa stuck her arms out, spiders crawled up her arm before they exploded in acid. Her arm hit the ground as acid splashed against her face and dissolved the skin on her cheek and her eyeball. Then she hit the ground, panting. Morningstar was shredded to pieces.

"Ella, grab the stone- but don't touch it!" Saskia said, making their way over to Lisa.

Ella couldn't stop screaming as she ran over, letting the acid eat away at the skin of her feet to bend over and pick up the orange stone with her skirt. She managed to awkwardly get it in a pocket before it touched her.

"Do you think I draw the the symbol… in blood," Saskia gritted out, using their good hand to pull out a sheet of paper. They then looked at Lisa, then themselves. "How are we going to hold hands and sing the song? We only have four hands between us."

”… We gotta use feet!” Lisa shouted from the ground, before raising a foot in the air. ”Start singing!”

"Fighting evil by moonlight!" Ella started, deciding to go for English, running over to Lisa and… holding up her foot to press it against hers like some weird foot hand holding. Except Ella had lost all the skin on her feet. "Winning love by daylight!"

Meanwhile, Saskia started to frantically draw Morningstar getting tortured with a finger and their own blood.

"Never running from a-"

The song was interrupted by the dramatic click and flash of a camera. The flash overtook the entire area, and when it faded, Morningstar was gone. Kimberly was holding the Artistic Integrity, a photo came out. She walked over to them, photo in one hand and her magic camera in the other. Kimberly gave them a warm smile.

She held out the photo.

It contained Morningstar.

“… Here you go.”

Saskia looked up from their nearly finished drawing, depicting Morningstar in his true form with millions of bone spears in him, and just stared at Kimberley. And stared.

Even Ella was at a loss for words. She let go of Lisa's foot and shuffled over, grunting the whole way, to take the photo. "... Thanks."

"Trade," Saskia said, approaching Kimberley too and shoving her drawing towards her.

Kimberly awkwardly laughed.

“… you can keep both,” Kimberly shoved the drawing into Saskia’s hands. She reached into her utility belt and pulled out The Vial. She grabbed Saskia’s arm, and poured the glowing green liquid onto the stub. Quickly it began to heal. “I gave you a hand, though!”

”WHAT ABOUT ME!?” Lisa shouted.

"Hah hah," Saskia intoned.

"I've got you, Lisa!" Ella shouted, casting a beam of healing light on her… though the healing process was sluggish after Ella had used so much energy. The beam healed her eye and arm somewhat, but she could climb back to her feet.

”So like do we have to find Houndy or-”

Before the conversation could proceed further, the three were overtaken by darkness… nothing but that familiar dark void they were introduced to when they were resurrected. And before them was the Hound.

“… Hmph,” The Hound began. “I’m starting to see why you were chosen.”

"Of course we were chosen!" Ella grinned, slamming her hands on her hips.

Saskia rolled their eyes. They reached out and snatched the photo with Morningstar sealed in it, subtly slipping their drawing under it before holding it out to the Hound. "Here. Could you not have given us at least a moment to celebrate?"

”… Or maybe a minute to put my arm back on?” Lisa waved her stub in the air.

The Hound didn’t respond as the photograph floated in the air, surrounded by a wispy black darkness. It floated towards him before the darkness engulfed it and it was gone.

“… You three will have plenty of time to celebrate unless you’re ready to go into your next task,” The Hound said, his mouth not moving.

Though, Lisa remembered something about getting an artifact, but what artifact? And from where? Lisa gently rubbed her arm (or what remained of it),

”What is our next task?” Lisa nervously asked.

Darkness formed in the space between them until it appeared like a sword.

“This is the All-Blade,” The Hound explained, “You three need to get it for me and then you’re free.”

Lisa remained silent, trying to hide her excitement, which faded as she wondered about the catch.

Also.

”… Where is it?”

The Hound was silent for a moment.

“… The Pit.”

Recollections: The Compendium

OBLIVION
| The End of All Things | "The harbinger of annihilation." ORIGINS & CREATIONS: | Forged in the heart of the Void by an ancient Apparition known only as the Devourer, Oblivion was created from the remnants of fallen universes, imbued with the despair and hatred of countless lost souls. | TYPE: | Matter-Destroying Spear. | LOCATION: | Its last known location is the Pit. | NOTABLE OWNERS: | TBD | ABSTRACTION-GRANTING: | NO. | .............................................................................	Oblivion, known as the End of All Things, is a weapon of unparalleled power. This artifact is a physical manifestation of ultimate destruction, born from the darkest depths of existence. The nearly indestructible spear is forged from blood-red metal; its jagged, barbed edges are designed to inflict maximum pain and suffering upon its victims. The weapon exudes an aura of dread, capable of driving even the strongest-willed individuals to madness. Oblivion's primary power lies within its ability to shoot blasts of annihilation. When activated, the spear channels the emotional energy of its wielder, converting it into destructive beams. These beams are not merely physical attacks but are infused with the essence of the Void, capable of unraveling the fabric of reality itself. Upon impact, the blasts cause instantaneous disintegration of matter. The target hit by the beam doesn't merely get destroyed; it ceases to exist, erased from reality without a trace. If the wielder channels enough energy, Oblivion can unleash a blast, affecting a larger area and causing disintegration to spread out from the point of impact. Anything caught within the radius will dissolve into nothingness. However, the spear's power is not without its limitations. It requires tremendous emotional energy to activate, feeding off the fear, hatred, and despair of those around it. The wielder must constantly struggle to maintain their sanity as the spear whispers dark promises and temptations into their mind. Using Oblivion comes at a steep price. The emotional energy required to wield its power gradually erodes the user's soul, leaving them more susceptible to the spear's corrupting influence. Over time, the wielder's mind may fracture, consumed by the very power they harness. Many who have used Oblivion extensively have lost their sanity, becoming mere husks driven by a singular desire for destruction.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

THE.EMPEROR
............................................................ "The Emperor rules over St. Portwell's skyline."	Jason Valos's crown jewel. The Emperor epitomizes Jason Valos's vision of luxury and prestige, reflecting his ambition to create a haven where the wealthy and powerful can indulge. It serves as a beacon of his financial success and a symbol of his influence within the elite circles of St. Portwell's social and magical scene. The Emperor stands as a towering icon of wealth and power amidst the skyline of St. Portwell, housed in a colossal skyscraper renowned for its grandeur and luxury. Rising high above the city, the building is a masterpiece of modern architecture, its sleek glass façade reflecting the vibrant pulse of urban life below. Upon entering The Emperor, guests are greeted by a lavish lobby adorned with marble floors, intricate chandeliers, and tasteful artwork that speaks of wealth and sophistication. Manned by an impeccably dressed staff, the reception area offers a check-in experience. Hundreds of luxury rooms await guests, each meticulously designed with comfort and elegance in mind. Every accommodation exudes luxury, from spacious suites with panoramic city views to intimate chambers adorned with plush furnishings and state-of-the-art amenities. Scattered throughout the skyscraper are various bars and stores, catering to every desire of the discerning guest. Whether seeking a fine dining experience in one of the exclusive restaurants, indulging in cocktails at the rooftop bar, or shopping at designer stores offering the latest in fashion and jewelry. At the pinnacle of "The Emperor" sits its crowning jewel — a nightclub with a glass ceiling that offers unparalleled views of St. Portwell's skyline. The club boasts a spacious dance floor, intimate seating areas, and a balcony encircling the perimeter, allowing guests to soak in the city energy from above.
THE.HARBOR.LONGUE
............................................................ "Escape to the Harbor Longue."	In the heart of St. Portwell's luxurious West District, overlooking the Pacific, lies The Harbor Lounge, an exclusive hangout spot for the city's affluent youth. Perched atop a cliff with panoramic ocean views like no other, this lounge offers an escape for those seeking relaxation and entertainment. The Harbor Lounge boasts a sleek, modern design, with floor-to-ceiling windows that flood the space with natural light and provide breathtaking coastline views. The interior features plush seating, elegant decor, and ambient lighting, creating a sophisticated yet cozy atmosphere. Outside, a terrace with private cabanas offers a perfect spot for sunbathing or enjoying a cocktail under the stars. The Harbor Lounge's menu offers gourmet dishes crafted by world-renowned chefs and cocktails designed by expert bartenders. Entertainment at The Harbor Lounge provides live music performances, DJ sets, and exclusive events that cater to the tastes of St. Portwell's elite. Private rooms and VIP areas provide added exclusivity for those seeking privacy.
PARAGON.HALLS
............................................................ "Where power meets prestige."	Nestled within the heart of St. Portwell's prestigious West District, Paragon Halls stands as a testament to money, fame, and power. This venue, a marvel of modern architecture, serves as the exclusive meeting ground for members of The Elite and their associates from across the West Coast. The exterior of Paragon Halls blends classical elegance and contemporary flair with towering pillars and sweeping archways that beckon guests inside. Inside, the atmosphere exudes luxury, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and furniture that create an ambiance of sophistication and prestige. The main conference room of Paragon Halls (Known as The Paragon Hall) is a masterpiece of design. It features a massive oval table crafted from rare woods surrounded by plush leather chairs adorned with the crests of the founding families of The Elite. Around the room, priceless artworks depicting scenes of wealth, power, and magic adorn the walls. The meetings held within the Paragon Hall blend business and diplomacy. Alliances are forged, deals are made, and strategies are devised to further the interests of The Elite. High-profile guests from rival factions and influential figures from the magical community gather here. Private rooms outside the main conference room offer more intimate discussions. Atop Paragon Halls, a meticulously tended rooftop garden offers a relaxing retreat amidst the urban bustle of St. Portwell. Paths wind through flowers and greenery, perfuming the air with their fragrance. Secluded gazebos with wrought-iron benches and flowering vines provide private spaces for contemplation or quiet conversations.
THE.MEMORIAL.PARK
............................................................ "A testament to resilience, unity, and the enduring spirit of St. Portwell, forever preserving the memory of those who were taken too soon."	In the heart of St. Portwell lay The Memorial, a park dedicated to honoring the lives lost during a tragic and mysterious calamity that befell the city over a decade ago. Spread across the park's expanse were winding paths through gardens and towering oak trees, creating a sanctuary of remembrance and reflection. At the heart of The Memorial stood a solemn stone monument, its surface smooth and polished, bearing the engraved names of those who perished during the disaster. Surrounding the memorial, meticulously tended flower beds burst forth — roses, lilies, and tulips - in a kaleidoscope of colors. Benches beneath the shade of aks offered quiet places for contemplation, each adorned with a plaque bearing heartfelt messages and tributes from loved ones. Throughout the day, sunlight peering through the canopy of trees cast a warm glow upon the memorial plaza. In the evening, lanterns and candles along the pathways illuminate the engraved names and tributes.
OCEANVIEW.GARDENS
............................................................ "Where memories are made..."	Nestled along the coastline of St. Portwell, Oceanview Gardens is a lively escape where the ocean breeze collides with the laughter of visitors. Stretching along the shore, the boardwalk offers a nostalgic experience, blending classic charm with modern attractions. A wide wooden boardwalk runs the park's length, lined with quaint shops, arcades, and food stands. The aroma of freshly made funnel cakes, popcorn, and cotton candy fills the air. The boardwalk is dotted with benches, allowing guests to relax and enjoy the view of the rolling waves and the setting sun. Standing tall at the park's center, the Ferris wheel offers breathtaking ocean and city panoramic views. At night, it lights up with a dazzling display of colors, becoming a beacon for visitors. Oceanview Gardens boasts a mix of roller coasters, from the wooden classic "The Seaside Screamer" to the modern steel "Tidal Wave," providing excitement for all ages. The boardwalk has several arcades offering vintage and modern games. Visitors try their luck at claw machines, skeeball, and pinball or test their skills in tournaments. Classic midway games like ring toss, balloon darts, and shooting galleries challenge guests to win prizes ranging from stuffed animals to large plush toys. Throughout the day and evening, live performers, including magicians, musicians, and street artists, entertain crowds with their festive performances. From seafood shacks serving fresh catch to food trucks offering gourmet twists on boardwalk classics, the park's dining options cater to everyone's taste. Ice cream parlors, candy shops, and dessert stands provide a wide array of sweets, from hand-dipped cones to saltwater taffy and fudge. Designated picnic spots with tables and umbrellas offer places for families and friends to gather and enjoy their meals with an ocean view. Steps from the boardwalk lead directly to the sandy beach. Every weekend during the summer, the park hosts spectacular fireworks displays over the ocean, drawing crowds to the boardwalk. Oceanview Gardens celebrates various holidays and events with themed decorations, parades, and special performances, ensuring there's always something new to experience.

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The House on the Hill.

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“Does the name Blake Schmidt ring any bells? It probably won’t, for most of you. The bastard runs a group called the Elite.”

Luna

Surprisingly, it rang a bell to Adora because she worked for one of his subsidiaries, and Kari was his secretary. She had no idea who the Elites were; going off the name, Adora knew this was not going well. Sabrina seemed worried for a moment before her face turned neutral and silent. However, she kept listening to see what else Luna had to say and how all of this tied together.

“Kari was working for them. Had her sniffing out artifacts. After Kari died, disappeared, whatever, he employed 8th Street to ransack her home specifically for those notes. Those notes… well. They’re in his possession now. I have a plan on how to aqquire them. Blake’s looking for someone to decode them. I can have my associates reach out, offer to decode them, and bam, the notes will be ours to decipher.”

Luna

Adora crossed her arms as Luna spoke... she wasn't sure about all of this, but she wasn't sure if it was her personal bias against Luna or if there was something else. However, there was one thing that stuck out to Adora.

“... my associates...”

Luna

”... Lotta emphasis on associates there, Luna,” Adora cracked a wry grin at her. However, Jack's creepy ass appeared out of the blue - as usual.

”... I knew Kari well enough that I would not trust her notes with a group of criminals like your “associates.” And if this Blake Schmidt is clever enough to employ 8th Street to do his work for him, then he may be resourceful enough to know that we are searching for them right now.” So how, exactly, do you intend to withhold the fact that you are connected to us when you offer your services to him? Several of us have not made a very concerted effort to be subtle about their actions, since the day we reunited. It would not be difficult for anyone to identify which of us are former coven members, or still maintain ties to us. If you offer to translate those notes, what will you do if he suspects you will hand them to us? Kari’s grasp of the paranormal was one that many people coveted, people die in conflicts over it. The chances of that plan succeeding are low at best.”

He went on a long triad that had Adora wondering if his abstraction involved a supernatural ability to hold his breath. Adora massaged her temples as he spoke - however, longwinded as it was, Jack hit the nail on the head. Will Blake part with the notes willingly? Can they trust her mafia? From what Adora heard from Brit and the others, this mafia had a creepy interest in the old Coven and wanted to recruit literal children. Now that was the craziest thing that Adora had ever heard (Well, other than the fact that a magic snake metaphorically fucked the city with its hemipenis and got stopped by a spicy sword), but from the sounds of it, they groomed the fuck out of Luna here and wanted to do the same to the rest of them.

A room full of broken and lost people would be excellent mafiosos.

Adora sighed; if Luna’s "associates" were anything like the stories she had heard, then trusting them with Kari’s notes was a gamble (at best).

”Now, Luna, Tsukino - whatever - I'm going to give you a rare opportunity here,” Adora said with a toothy smile and clapped her hands together. She kept constant eye contact with Luna as she said, ”We're going to forget ALL about what happened yesterday, and we're going to start fresh, okay? Okay.”

That was just a preface; Adora had a bit more to say but wanted to ensure that Luna knew this came from the most pragmatic corner of her mind! She continued, ”First of all, this sounds too good to be true. You're telling me that all we need to do is let your associates do all the work, and Blake will just hand it over? That's it? Easy peasy? We all know it ain't gonna be that simple...” She shook her head.

Adora finally got off the wall, took a few steps off the wall, and walked towards Luna... slowly. She didn't want to make it seem like she was about to attack her and end up bleeding out on the floor. Adora came to a stop some distance away from Luna and continued, ”Secondly, even if they get the notes, what's stopping your people from just keeping them? Far as I can tell, your mafia has no reason at all to give them to us, and don't give a damn about us no how.”

She paused for a moment before she added.

”... They're a mafia.”

Adora paused to let her words hang in the air. ”Thirdly - _{This is getting long, I know} - and this is important, is there any way we can confirm any of t-”

“Ah. Why don't we just be honest here, Jackie, and say what's really on your mind? You just don't like me, do you? Well. Might as well address the elephant in the room. You can't do better than what I've proposed, and you hate it. What, you think my friends care about Sycamore? News flash, not anymore. But let's not cloud your judgement. I mean, the judgment of a traitor. What, you thought I'd forget your little stint with Layla?”

Luna

Then Luna shot back at Jack.

Adora couldn't help but facepalm. They didn't have time for this! Adora knew all about what she was going to say.

“Layla, why don't you tell them where you got those bandages from, hm?”

“I… I don't want to talk about it.”

“Oh come on, don't be shy. Really, you might as well scrawl ‘Jackie’ on each cut and bruise.”

Luna

”Luna.”

“You know she deals with worse than the Void Heart now, yes? I've dealt with them directly, so you can't call me out on my bullshit. Little Voidy was a soul-sucker. But the new breed you unleashed? Humans. Raw, half-alive, screaming. That's what they eat. With pleasure. That's what you did to her. What you released onto the world.”

“Luna!”

“Layla, why you look like you ought to be in a hospital bed than here, huh? Tell me, tell us, don't be shy.”

Luna

”Luna.”

A blood vessel was about to explode in Adora's head. This was so stupid and such a waste of time.

“And you dare to question the god-send of a solution I've proposed for you. My ‘friends’ get what they want. And if they don't? We take Blake by storm, you and your alliances, and we beat him until he tells us the exact location of those notes.”

Luna

”... LUNA!”

Adora shouted at the top of her lungs, both hands balls into a fist, and shook them by her hips

She was getting pissed, really regretting letting bygones be bygones when they had important work to talk about, and she knew precisely what Tsukino was doing. Adora then said,

”We need to focus on the matter at hand, and while I do care about what happened to Layla and I will be helping her, this ain't the time or place,” Adora exhaled, and crossed her arms. "I'm gonna be real with you here: this plan sounds shady as all hell.” Adora huffed before she continued, poking her fingertips into her chest.

"It's just, it's just... I don't trust it, I don't trust your people, and I don't trust you,” Adora sighed before she leaned up against the bar. ”We need something within our control, not one that pretty much leaves us at the mercy of people who will turn on us the second it's convenient for them.”

Adora crossed her arms; she was getting long-winded here! ”Now, don't get the idea that I'm riding you; I meant what I said earlier. I just don't think it's the best idea, and we cannot afford to take chances right now with the murders and all the people that want to wring our necks. We need to take a step back and make a plan that's in our control.”

She sighed.

”... We owe that much to Kari.”

"There's absolutely no way we should be conceding ground at this point. Give no quarter: If they've got Kari's things, that means they're open enemies. If they're open enemies, I think we should lop their metaphorical heads off now, and reclaim what we want before they have any more time to mount a counter. Its bad enough that 8th Street has a chance of giving away that we know her notes are gone, we don't need them also knowing that we found out who has them."

Kenshiro

Kenshiro, of course, comes in with the dramatics... openly sounding like an anime character. Though he has a point with not wasting time, Adora did not want a fight if they could avoid it.

”Whooooooooa, there big guy,” Adora chuckled. ”We got the Feds on our ass, remember? We don't need to give them more ammo - and this reminds me of what I was gonna say before I was interrupted...”

She slapped a hand on her hip loudly, sassily turned to Luna, and raised an eyebrow.

”... Do we have any concrete information? Anything to confirm what you're saying other than 'trust me, bro'...?” She slightly tilted her head.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

damn it i was in the middle of an Adora post

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The House on the Hill.

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The following person spoke, irritated Adora.

"Auri, can we focus on what we know about Father Wolf? 8th Street's only trying to kill a small percentage of the group. I've no beef with them, so they're not my problem unless I'm in close proximity to their targets..."

So, the fact that Sloane almost died, they tried to burn the house down with us in it and sicced an army of zombies on us doesn't matter? Adora thought to herself. Adora didn't recognize her, though the way she made it clear that she didn't care about Emily gunning for them made Adora want to keep it that way. However, it was clear that this gal cut and ran the second Emily and her goons showed up, so that was probably it. However, the idea that they should just ignore Emily was foolish.

However, Adora just kept her mouth shut.

Just this once.

The last thing that Adora wanted to do was seem like she was defending Auri's leadership, so she just kept her mouth shut (Adora wasn't being spoken to anyhow). That said, she wasn't wrong when she spoke of the murders and how they're all targets here... the truth is, and if anyone in this room thought otherwise, they should just yeet themselves back into their cave, Auri has no clue. She never did, and she probably never will. Adora preemptively rolled her eyes when Auri opened her mouth to speak, waiting for the most useless babble to spew forth from her mouth.

Tsukino walked in.

Adora narrowed her eyes at the gal as she, once again, strutted in like she owned the place. Adora didn't trust her, Adora didn't like the fact that she was following her around yesterday taking pictures, and she thought that Luna had a screw loose or two; however, as the Flower Shop Pow-Wow proved (other than the fact that they cannot come together worth shit), she's apart of a bigger and more dangerous organization. Thus, for once, Adora will have to place her faith in Greyson's ability to string her along (if that sneaky bastard isn't in on it).

“I dug something up. I think you'll like what I found. I know who Kari was working for. And I know where the notes are.”

Luna

”... Well?! I'm not standing here for my health!” Adora shouted, leaning forward as she stared at Luna anxiously. One that she hoped would convey that she wanted Luna to get to the fucking point already instead of all these theatrics. ”You talked real big yesterday, Tsukino. Well, guess what? It's time to back it all up....”

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Hahaha Lynette left the property damage. She thinks it looks nice with plants crawling through the holes. They keep buckets in the chapel LMAO

@AtomicEmperor

At this rate, if Greenwood keeps visiting, there won't be a Temple.

Bypassing the Temple arc completely.

Recollections: The Compendium

BANE.CRYSTALS
| Shards of Suffering | "Those who feel their bite know true agony." ORIGINS & CREATIONS: | The Central Crystal is a relic of ancient magic discovered by Dollhouse member Ezekial in an ancient, forgotten temple from another realm. This temple, known as the Temple of Shadows, was once a place of worship for a cult that revered a malevolent Apparition. The Apparition's residual magic had seeped into the temple's foundation, causing the Central Crystal to form over centuries, nourished by the lingering aura of despair and suffering. | TYPE: | Aberration Bane Weapon. | LOCATION: | The Central Crystal is housed within the Funhouse, St. Portwell, where shards are routinely harvested for use by the Dollhouse's operatives. | NOTABLE OWNERS: | Used extensively by the Dollhouse's Repo-Men. | ABSTRACTION-GRANTING: | No. | .............................................................................	Bane Crystals are enchanted shards harvested from the Central Crystal, a massive, pulsating structure deep within the Funhouse's labyrinthine tunnels. These crystals automatically grow from the Central Crystal and are carefully chipped off for use by Dollhouse operatives. When a Bane Crystal makes contact with an Aberration or Apparition, it fuses to their body, embedding itself painfully into their being. The crystal's magic excruciates pain, overwhelming the victim's senses and significantly lowering their magical defenses. It also halts any regenerative abilities completely, making the target far more vulnerable. This agonizing experience can incapacitate a target, allowing the Dollhouse's operatives to capture or subdue them quickly. The crystal's power also severely weakens the victim's abstraction, diminishing their magical abilities and making them much easier to capture. The effects of a Bane Crystal are temporary, lasting only a few minutes before the crystal detaches and falls away, crumbling to dust. Despite their brief duration, Bane Crystals are incredibly effective, making them a preferred tool for the Dollhouse's enforcers. The cultivation of Bane Crystals is a closely guarded secret within the Dollhouse. The Central Crystal is heavily protected in a secured chamber deep within the Funhouse. Only a select few within the organization can access the Central Crystal, ensuring its continuous growth and the steady supply of these potent shards.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

yes

@Blizz

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