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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

May.&.Rhea.Pimm
22/24 | May Caren Pimm/Rhea Kaylee Pimm | She/Her "Who cares? We're going to rule the city anyway!"	Description: Rhea and May Pimm are the Pimm family's most feral members who embody chaos. They reveled in their wealth's abundance from a young age, fueled by an insatiable desire for pleasure and thrill. Their close bond—deepened by familial loyalty and an unsettling intimacy, only amplifies their wild energy. Rhea often acts on whims, reveling in the chaos of family dynamics, while May mirrors her sister's impulsive nature, making them wild cards in Elynn’s carefully orchestrated plans. Their reckless actions frequently lead them into dangerous situations, where the thrill of the hunt fuels their every move. Elynn skillfully exploits their ferocity, sending them into scenarios where their lack of restraint can be an asset. Yet, their instincts sometimes threaten to unravel Elynn's plans. Within the Elite, Rhea and May serve as footsoldiers for Chester and Elynn, embodying the brutal enforcement of their family's will. Their willingness to engage in violence without hesitation makes them invaluable in maintaining the Pimm family's dominance. While Chester utilizes physical intimidation and strength, Rhea and May revel in the chaos. Their talent for performing joint casts sets Rhea and May apart as hazardous assets. Their connection includes sibling loyalty, shared power, and peculiar family dynamics. When they combine their abilities, they unleash a force that is more than the sum of its parts, channeling their chaotic energy into devastating attacks. This synergy amplifies their already wild capabilities. Elynn uses Rhea and May as pawns to execute her grander strategies while keeping them entertained and engaged in the chaos they crave. By assigning them tasks that allow their indulgent natures to thrive, they remain loyal to Elynn’s vision while satisfying their thirst for adrenaline. Their ability to create havoc becomes a tool in Elynn's arsenal, ensuring her plans remain unpredictable. The two girls are at the same height at five-nine and are skinny. They are so visually similar that they look like clones! Abstraction: Unknown.
Colin.Pimm
15 | Colin Chase Pimm | He/Him "L-look, don't hurt me!"	Description: Colin Pimm is the youngest son of Alan and Grace Pimm, a mere 15 years old and already deeply entrenched in the toxic legacy of his family's emotional and mental abuse. Growing up in a household where power and control dictate every interaction, his older siblings often push him around. Their relentless bullying has instilled in him a profound sense of inferiority, making it nearly impossible for him to stand up for himself or assert any form of independence. Manipulated by his older sister, Elynn, Colin finds himself in a precarious position. Elynn, ever the strategist, recognizes his vulnerability and exploits it to further her ambitions. Colin has become one of Elynn's contingencies, coerced into performing her bidding under the guise of familial loyalty. She has forced him to adjoin with an extraordinary Apparition as a contingency plan, ensuring he is prepared to carry out a ruthless mission against Blake Schmidt and his family if needed. Colin's personality is marked by profound sadness and a yearning for approval that seems perpetually out of reach. He oscillates between moments of resignation and flickers of rebellion, often retreating into the shadows where he can avoid confrontation and reflect on his fractured existence. His adjoined Apparition serves as both a curse and a shield, granting him the power to enact Elynn's will while simultaneously amplifying the guilt and fear that plague him. Colin longs for freedom from the oppressive grip of his family - yet the chains of emotional abuse and manipulation bind him tightly. Colin stands at an impressive five-six and is somewhat overweight from the stress his family puts him through. Abstraction: Unknown.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The House of Cards Mafia, “Sentinel Solutions” & The Elite.

^{Featuring the introductions May, Rhea, & Colin Pimm.}

Interactions: None.

Elysium Island.

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“... So, I presume you have taken security precautions.”

Blake asked Berlioz as he stood in his office overlooking Elysium Island. He looked over his shoulder at Berlioz, who was wearing a suit and holding a pecuilar staff. The island was littered with undead minions stationed in strategic positions to guard it. They were armed to the teeth with the best weaponry money could buy. Berlioz nodded.

“William and Mabel have this island locked down,” Berlioz began. “Paige, The Twins, and the Dragonslayer will be on standby. However, before you activate the Eustis Veil, let me get off the island with Benjamin...”

He gestured down towards the staff.

“... It’ll interfere with the usage of my artifact.”

Blake fully turned to face Berlioz as he said, “Of course! The House of Cards are still loading the island with their equipment. Members of the Elite are also still on the way! You have plenty of time!”

Berlioz nodded.

“I’ll stay off the island and keep watch from the outside,” Berlioz said before he turned and left the room.

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The final machine gun was put in position, placed at the end of the hallway facing the grand doorway of the mansion. Yes, using it would blow the door to bits. But a small sacrifice to catch those damn Sycamore by surprise. The other machine guns had been placed outside the entrance, about 50 paces out, prepared to gun down anything that would dare approach.

The House of Cards stood together in a circle within the mansion's main lobby, armed to the teeth with AK-47s, MP5s and M4s strapped to them. Each had Kevlar vests under their suits, grenades hanging from the loops of their slacks, and shock collars around their necks.

Valencia stood in front of the circle, hand resting on the rifle hanging off her chest.

“Are the escape boats set up?”

“Yes, Mother.” said one of the men.

Valencia nodded, before raising a hand, splitting the group.

“I want men manning the guns outside. I’m assigning Jin and a group of five men to the rooftop. Alexander, and Zi will be the frontal defense team with ten men behind the outdoor guns. The indoor gun goes off only if we fall back, and the enemy enters the front door.

“Demos, Lee, Kai, and five men will be stationed just outside the lab door. And Lancy?” Valencia glanced over at the Chinese girl, green-tinted glasses low on her nose. “You'll be in the lab with me.”

Lancy nodded, smacking a bit of gum. “Yeah, mum.”

The men nodded along. It was a reasonable plan. Valencia glanced at the expectant and ready faces, before pressing a bud in her ear.

“Radio check?”

A chorus of ‘Yes, Mother’ reverberated back to her. Comms were a go.

A pause, before Valencia's eyes hardened. “Remember. We mourn our dead after we exact revenge for what Sycamore took from us. We're the ones expecting them, so we kill as many as we can while we keep Lancy and the notes safe. Expect the Valos kids as well. And since Sycamore's made some friends, expect it to be busy.

“Let's give ‘em hell.”

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“Is everyone on the island?” Blake asked, standing on the beach with Jason, Jiao-Long, Elynn, and Blake, and before them was the imposing crown jewel of Elysium Island’s security: The Eustis Veil. It stood over them, massive, like a looming guardian with the orange logo glowing like lava.

Jiao-Long nodded.

“The Liu family is on Elysium Island,” Jiao-Long said.

Elynn crossed her arms and sighed, rolling her eyes as she said, “All members of the Pimm Family are on Elysium Island. Let’s get this over with, I have shit to do.”

“Gabriela is not on the island, but where is that bitch ass Vanburen?” Jason asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not here, had I known that Gabriela wouldn’t be joining us. These little jerk-off sessions are always so aimless and boring without her,” said Ezra Vanburen as he entered the room with his hands in the pant pockets of an expensive, tailored suit. He acknowledged the others with a mere dismissive glance in their direction and gave Jason an upwards head nod. “Shit, Valos, standing next to all of these crooks you almost look like a legitimate businessman.”

Jason just laughed, clutching his cane.

“Catch me up to speed here, Schmidt,” said Ezra with a snap of his fingers, yet he barely gave the man any of his attention as he pulled out his phone to respond to a text. “Feels out of season to have a zombie party, unless this is some crass Veteran’s Day shit. Would explain the guns. Either way, if this is just gonna be another one of your boring Blake Parties then I’m going to head out.”

“Unless…” Ezra smirked and caught Blake’s eye. “Angela here?”

“... What are your intentions with my daughter, Vanburen?” Blake said, giving him the narrow eye.

Ezra shrugged. He felt like his intent was already quite clear.

Elynn crossed her arms as she said, “That damn mafia is decoding Kari’s Notes. Blake wants everyone here because, more than likely, the Sycamore Tree Coven will attack us for them.” She shrugged. “They better be worth all this fucking trouble, Schmidt.”

“I assure you, they are.”

“Wait, really? That’s it?” said Ezra after a beat.

He had expected some kind of elaboration or a rug pull with a twist. Blake’s plan was to go toe-to-toe with the people who’d stopped an apocalypse when they were still stumbling through puberty? They might have not been anywhere close to their apex mountain as they once were thanks to their current slasher situation, but there was a danger in their desperation. Ezra rubbed his temple. Surely that wasn’t it.

“Nothing else? This isn’t some clever ruse to have Sycamore and these crooks you hired wipe each other out? We aren’t just gathering together as a lure before teleporting away to decode the actual notes on a private Caribbean beach over mai tais while being fanned by buxom, topless women?” asked Ezra, looking at the others like they were idiots. “Nobody considered just hiring Sycamore to decode the notes for us? The idea is to just sit around waiting, tugging at our dicks, hoping that when it comes time to pull them out that we’d fluffed for long enough that ours is bigger?”

He scoffed, wanking the air off at Blake as he turned to cast a judging look at the others.. “Everybody else thumbs-upped this?”

“Yeah, we thumbed it up at the meeting you and those other three bitches weren’t at,” Jason rolled his eyes. “Typical Vanburen.” Spitting Ezra’s surname out like an insult.

“The Veil’s not up yet, you know,” Elynn rolled her eyes before pointing back to the city. “You still have time to get off the island - Hopefully your boat will sink, and the world will have one less jackoff to worry about.”

“Now, listen, Ezra,” Blake said, “I didn’t ask for your input, “The Sycamore Tree Coven has been gunning for those notes ever since Kari died. They even accosted Lin and Mika just the other day! If we let our guard down for a second, they will find a way to rip us apart. That’s why we’re here. That’s why the Veil is going up. And that’s why everyone needs to be on the island.”

He smiled, “It’ll be worth it… Kari’s Notes contains secrets like no other! They hold the key to something much bigger that could give us leverage over every other Paranormal faction in the state, if not the country!”

“Or it could just be some girl’s old diaries gushing about her crushes,” said Ezra, shaking his head. “Now as much as I want to leave, I much rather disappoint Elynn. Besides, front row seats to watch an absolute trainwreck and get the first shot on the round of I-told-you-sos is hard to resist. I think I’ll stay. Jason, you better liquidate some assets, quick. If we’re stuck here might as well do some prop betting. Oh!” Ezra turned towards Jiao-Long, feigning a look of concern. “And how is Mika? Hopefully okay?”

“You needn’t concern yourself with my daughter,” Jiao-Long spat. “She is fine. No magic can injure her, after all.”

^{“I regret stopping Chester that time he was going to break you in half the last time your mouth got ahead of yourself…”}

Elynn hissed to herself, wrapping her arms around her chest, and sneering at Ezra. Before her attention went to Blake, “Look, we’re here; let’s get this show on the road already and stop standing around jerking off already.”

“For once, I agree with her,” Jason said, giving Ezra the side-eye. “Faster we get this over with, the faster Ezra can go find something else to fellate himself over.”

“That reminds me,” said Ezra with a sniff, gesturing to Blake. “You never said if Angela was here.”

Jason facepalmed.

Blake stood before the towering Eustis Veil, his fingers brushing the rough stone surface. The artifact's hum vibrated through the air, and the tension was palpable as his entourage—Jason, Jiao-Long, Ezra, and Elynn—watched from behind. The island felt ominously calm as if anticipating what was coming. Without a word, Blake pressed his palm against the center rune, activating the Veil, and a low rumble began to echo from the artifact. Blake smiled ear to ear…

“Here we go!” Blake shouted.

Suddenly, the sky above shifted as swirling black clouds gathered, moving as if drawn by the stone's power. The air grew thick with static, and the first crack of lightning arced across the sky, followed by a deep, roaring wind. The Tempest was unleashed. Massive, jagged bolts of lightning struck the ground, creating a dome-like forcefield that wrapped around Elysium Island, encompassing it in a storm and fury prison. The winds roared with their own life, tearing at the trees and sending waves crashing violently against the shore…

Blake turned back towards his people, keeping that grin on his face.

“So subtle,” muttered Ezra dryly. “Nobody’ll notice that and think something’s up…”

“No one gets in, no one gets out,” Blake began. “No teleporting, no entry!”

“Yes, we know what it does,” Elynn crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “We used it a thousand times.” She sighed.

“Now, just keep your fucking eyes and ears open,” Jason said, “The thing’s not infallible. It’s just too much of a pain in the ass to get past.”

“It’s up to Berlioz, anyhow,” Jiao-Long nodded.

“There isn’t an inch of the island Sentinel Solutions is not covering!” Blake said, raising a finger into the air, only eliciting an eye roll from Jason.

“Let’s get to the lab already,” Jason said, “I don’t trust that bitch Valencia as far as I can throw her, so she better back up her big talk.”

“... I bet you can throw her pretty far,” Elynn laughed.

Jason didn’t; he gestured for Blake to come along as he hobbled towards the mansion.

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Blake and Jason led the way through the cool, dimly lit passageways beneath Elysium Island, distant echoes from above filling the air. The tunnels stretched far below the island's lavish mansion; it was all business down here. Blake, Jason, Valencia and her chosen House team's footsteps echoed as they descended deeper into the labyrinth of underground chambers. Jason glanced at Valencia and grinned,

“... This is where the real work gets done,” Blake glazed himself, nodding as they reached a steel door adorned with intricate magical symbols, glowing faintly with a dull orange light. "Perfect place for decoding something like Kari’s notes. Secluded. Secure."

“Trustin’ you on that secure bit.” Valencia said with a smirk.

Blake tapped the runes on the door, the heavy lock clicked open, and he pushed the door open. The room beyond the doors was vast and sterile, lined with equipment that crackled with magical energy. The faint, sterile smell of enchantments hung in the air, and a cold, blue light filled the room, reflecting off the metallic surfaces of various machines.

Demos, Lee, Kai and the five House men walking with them hung back, before turning their back on the lab, and their focus on the approaching hallway. They would be there to protect the precious notes inside.
At the center of the room, a large, ornate leather notebook rested on the table, its cover adorned with a delicate floral design. Within the pages of this beautifully bound tome lay secrets coded in a substitution cipher - letters replaced with emojis, a maddening puzzle for most. Still, one the House of Cards Mafia had been tasked with solving. The notes almost seemed to pulse with the weight of the secrets they held.
“That’s it," Blake said, stepping aside for Valencia to get a closer look. "Kari’s notes. Decoding them is no small feat, but your men are the best, aren’t they?!"

Jason simply stepped aside and stood in the corner of the room, finding himself a metal chair as he rested his cane firmly on the ground.

Valencia had a wolfish smirk as she approached the table, hand resting on her rifle as she stared down at the clasped book. “...Finally.”

With quick eyes, she gestured Lancy to come closer. “Here is it, my girl. You can start. Time is, of course, of the essence.”

Lancy nodded, switching out her plain sunglasses for the Green-Tinted Seer, placing them on the bridge of her nose. Pulling a pair of latex gloves onto her hands, she approached the book, and opened it.

Valencia pushed a chair closer to Lancy, allowing the girl to sit. Valencia herself rested her back against the lip of the table, flashing a smirk at Jason as she pulled out a small flask from her inner coat pocket.

“Something strong to pass the time?”

Jason just raised his hand and shook his head.

“... I’m good,” Jason said.

Lancy scooted a little closer to the notes in her seat, gazing at the book through her shades. Right off the bat, she looked at the magic within and around the book. Did it have any magic, any Lux, any lines of code in it?

No magic whatsoever.

Lancy's brows furrowed delicately, then brought out a scrap pad and pen, jotting down notes as she attempted to decipher the emojis.

Here goes nothing.

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Jin and five of the House men stationed themselves on the roof, taking the liberties of Zi's river Styx. He held a pair of binoculars in his hand, peering out from a raised ledge that obscured everything but his head from below.

Meanwhile, Alexander, Zi, and their ten men waited in silence. Two were positioned further ahead at the machine guns, 50 paces out. The storm raging overhead. Alexander immediately pulled out a cigarette, lighting it despite the wind, and puffing like a chimney.

“Damn wind…” He grumbled under his breath.

Demos, Lee, Kai, and five House men rested in the hallway and against the wall outside the lab, surrounded in the semi-darkness of the tunnels.

Lee had a pained look to his face. Demos noticed, and gave him a light nudge.

“Alright there, soldier?”

Lee set his jaw and nodded. “Just Vorohah… they're… hungry.”

”All teams, status?” said Valencia over the comms. The roof team and front team reported no movement.

Demos pressed his comm. “Lab team, all clear.”

”Good. Here's hoping it stays that way.”

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While the storm raged outside, inside was a different kind of storm… The luxurious bar's air was thick with tension and dimly lit by the lights above. At the corner of the bar sat a green-eyed, blonde-haired teenager that was pudge and stood around five-six. Before him was a clear glass of water, which he wrapped his fingers around and raised off the bar - his hand was trembling the whole time. Once it reached his lips, he took a sip….

… Then a girl with a predator, wolfish grin slid in next to him and stared at him, drumming her fingers on the bar counter. The boy turned towards the girl, and her grin grew wider. “... How ya’ doin’ lil bro!” She said in a sing-song.

Then another girl, visually similar to her, circled behind him, and her breath tickled the back of his neck as she leaned in uncomfortably close. “What’s the matter, Colin? Are we… scaring you?” The other girl laughed.

“N-No!” Colin said, “I didn’t do anything… please leave me alone…”

"We’re not here because you did anything, Colin." The girl slid in the seat next to Colin opposite of the other girl. "We’re just bored. And you’re such... fun.*

"Remember when you used to cry every time we chased you through the halls?" The other girl said, biting her lip. "You’re not crying now, are you?"

Tears streamed down Colin’s cheeks, “May, Rhea, please, stop.”

May rolled her eyes, "C'mon, Colin. Where’s your backbone? You’re a Pimm, ain’t you?" She leaned closer, "Or maybe you’re not. Maybe you’re like that freak, Sage!"

“Why don’t we send you to live with that freak!” Rhea said, “Oh wait! Elynn needs you! That freak is just worth-less!”

They both laughed.

“You’re disposable, though,” May said, laughing, digging her hands into Colin’s shoulder tight enough to draw blood. Then, she looked up at the Bartender, who looked away, but May drew his attention with a snap of her fingers. “We need something to toughen you up a bit! Bartender! Give us a shot of your strongest drink!”

“But-”

“... Did we fucking ask you?” They both said in unison.

He shook his head before pouring a glass of Everclear into a shot glass… May quickly snatched it, splashing some alcohol on the bar counter. She took a tiny sip of it and started deviously laughing. Before presenting it to Colin,

“... Drink up, lil’ bro,” May said, “This will finally make you into a man.”

“Yeah, put some hair on your sack!” Rhea said.

“I can-” Colin tried to protest.

“Drink it, pussy,” May hissed. “We’re tired of you being such a bitch all the time. Look at Chester! He’s everything you should be, pussy.”

“If you don’t drink it, we’re going to beat the shit out of you later,” Rhea said, grabbing his wrist and forcing the drink into his lips. “Maybe we’ll use the Horde again. Oh, no, that’s for when you really fuck up!”

Colin just took the glass; tears streamed down his face before he chugged the drink and began loudly coughing. As Rhea and May held his hand to his face…. May patted him on the back.

“Good boy!” Rhea said, before the two of them broke out into laughter.

Of course, Mika saw it all from her dark booth in the corner, with a white porcelain cup of tea in front of her. Typical freaks Mika thought to herself with a roll of her eyes. She simply reached down, took a sip of her tea, and did not concern herself with those two freaks and their teenage victim. What she did concern herself with was Lin entering the corner of her eyes; of course, she drew her attention with a wave of her hands. Lin then reached into her purse and pulled out a black pocket mirror. Then, she pointed at it, and Mika tilted her head-

Oh.

It took Mika a second to get it. She slid out of the booth before walking past those three freaks into the bathroom. She was in an empty stall and immediately turned around to lock it. She sighed, unbuttoning her shirt until she revealed a hot-red bra, and then reached behind herself, reaching underneath her shirt, to unhook it with a smooth motion. She let one side fall before she grabbed her breast and lifted it up, to reveal a pecuilar pocket mirror that was taped to her body. Mika simply grabbed the edge of the tape and pulled it, letting the mirror fall to her hand. Then she rehooked her bra, rebuttoned her shift, and walked out of the bathroom, passing by them bullying Colin - making him drink some more alcohol - as she went back to her booth, right before her tea. Which was still steaming hot… she placed the pocket mirror into her purse and nodded her head.

How are you doing, Mika? She heard Lin’s voice in her head.

Fine, Mika replied.

None of this was a part of my plan. Lin sent the telepathic message to Mika.

Explain, LinLin.

When I told Blake to get the Notes, he was supposed to give them to me, not keep them for himself. Lin spoke telepathically, her face resting into her hand.

That was your fault, LinLin, Mika replied, shrugging. You should have got them yourself when you had the chance.

My logic was if Sycamore or anyone else saw Emily take them, they would go after her, not us, not me, Lin sent the message, then loudly sighed again.

Only for Sycamore to come after us, anyway, Mika replied.

Look, I have a crazy idea. Lin sent the message.

... You want to take Kari’s notes, don’t you? Mika began, rolling her eyes. I’m sorry, but that ship has sailed. They are being decoded now, and they have that room locked tighter than a Catholic schoolgirl.

... You got that from Johnny, didn’t you? Lin asked, followed by laughter. And you complain all day about how the Valos are a terrible influence on me! She smiled at her sister.

Mika rolled her eyes.

But, you don’t understand…. Lin began, I’ve been in Kari’s head. Deep in Kari’s head. Despite all of her precautions, Kari never prepared for psychic intrusion. And I know many, many things that I shouldn’t. Including some truths about the Stygian Snake and the cult that worshipped it.

Lin narrowed her eyes at Mika.
You have to trust me when I say that we cannot let Blake get his hands on them - nor can we let Sycamore get them, Lin said, keeping her focus on Mika. They have been compromised by you-know-who… And we can not let him learn what she knew.

Mika just sat there before she replied, What do you suggest we do then? Between Blake’s pet White Supremacists and that Pedophille Cult masquerading as a mafia, there is only so much the Arrowhead and the Mirror can do…

Lin’s lip curled into a devious smile.

The Sycamore Tree Coven plans to attack us for the Map of the Drunken Sailor, Lin began, and Mika’s jaw dropped. I gleamed it from Britney’s mind before all hell broke loose.

Mika’s mouth moved before she stopped herself.

Wait, what?! Mika said. You didn’t think to inform me - or father - of this?!

No. Lin succinctly answered. It was technically only the formation of a plan, but I know Britney… Despite being a monster, she is knowledgeable. Possibly, as intelligent as yourself.

Brown nosing me won’t make me forget the fact you hidden crucial information! Mika hissed… mentally.

Let me cook.

Oh good grief,

Knowing Sycamore’s track record - from what I gleaned from Isaac - is that they are a chaotic, disorganized bunch, Lin said, They are likely planning a frontal assault - which will cause a stir but will ultimately fail. However, it should be enough to draw some attention away from the lab, and I will just snatch them while everyone is distracted, and we can pin it all on Sycamore.

... That plan relies on them getting close enough, Mika said.

... Or Blake leaving the room, Lin began. He’s always rushing to flaunt his abstraction, after all.

Jason is also in there.

Jason also needs a cane to walk.

Good grief, Mika rolled her eyes. Look… This is going to end badly. For us. This whole plan.

But we have to do something! Lin replied, We can’t let Blake or Sycamore get the Notes.

You're making too many assumptions - about Blake, about Sycamore, and now about this distraction plan, Mika began, If one thing goes wrong, we’ll have more than just a mess to clean up.

We won’t have a choice if we sit on our hands. You know that, Mika. Lin replied. Blake will push harder, Sycamore will get more desperate, and we're the only ones who know enough to stop you-know-who. Besides, we’ve always managed to stay two steps ahead of everyone. Why stop now?

Fine. But you know the rules. I’m not covering for you when this blows up in our faces. Mika said, her fingers tapping against the table.

You worry too much, Mika Lin’s smirk could practically be felt through the telepathic connection. Be ready. The moment Sycamore moves, we move. And I’ll make sure we come out on top.

I hope you're right, LinLin, Mika said, before she pushed herself to her feet. Now if you excuse me, I will put the Mirror back on before all hell breaks loose. She calmly walked over to the bathroom, and Lin sent one last message as she marched over there.

Trust me, Mika…. Lin responded, her tone resolute.

... I know what I’m doing.

Recollections: Primal Sinister

<Snipped quote by Shin Ghost Note>

Yeah, but only out of spite..

@Bartimaeus

you leave me no choice

Goes to make the Furry Killer artifact.

Recollections: Primal Sinister

Maybe retirement isn't for me..

@Bartimaeus

but you're going to make a furry!

Recollections: Primal Sinister

You already know what the fuck boutta happen

@Blizz

cringe?

Recollections: The Compendium

KAJI.NO.KOKORO
| The Mirroring Flame | "Drawn by emotion, fueled by passion—Kaji no Kokoro burns with the fire of a warrior's soul." ORIGINS & CREATIONS: | Kaji no Kokoro was forged by the legendary blacksmith Masamune, who sought to create a blade that embodied the spirit of the samurai. It is said that Masamune infused the katana with the flames of Mount Fuji itself, invoking ancient spirits of fire to bind the blade to the heart of its wielder. Crafted in secrecy, it was originally a gift for a noble warlord. Still, it disappeared shortly after the warlord’s fall, only to resurface in the hands of warriors driven by strong emotions. | TYPE: | Flaming Katana. | LOCATION: | It's present location remains a mystery. Rumors suggest that the sword was taken into the Pit by a samurai named Yūrei no Kiyomi. | NOTABLE OWNERS: | Lord Taira no Shigenobu, a fierce samurai whose anger turned tides of battle into infernos, and Tsukiko the Crimson Flower, a warrior-poet known for her uncontrollable sorrow, which set entire battlefields ablaze. | | ABSTRACTION-GRANTING: | No. | .............................................................................	Kaji no Kokoro, “The Heart of the Forge,” is a legendary katana renowned throughout ancient Japan. Its true power lies hidden within the sheath; when unsheathed, the sword erupts into flames, reflecting its wielder's emotional intensity. Crafted from the sacred fire of the gods, the flames can range from a gentle, warm glow when the wielder is calm to a roaring inferno capable of cutting through steel when rage or sorrow takes hold. Legends say the sword's fire can burn through physical and spiritual barriers, searing the souls of those it touches. The blade is as much a spiritual weapon as a physical one, resonating deeply with the user’s essence. Only those with a strong heart, filled with passion or pain, can unlock its true potential. However, the sword’s flames are as dangerous to the wielder as they are to their enemies; it draws from their very spirit, threatening to consume those who cannot master their emotions.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

WILMINGTON.MARKET
............................................................ "Where the world comes together, one stall at a time."	Wilmington Market, often called "The Market," is a vibrant, open-air marketplace nestled in the heart of St. Portwell’s west district. Spread across several blocks, the Market is a lively maze of colorful stalls, tents, and street vendors offering everything from fresh produce and seafood to handmade crafts and rare curiosities. The Market is always alive with the hum of chatter, the haggling of prices, and the occasional laughter. Each section has its unique flavor: one area might be lined with bread and local cheeses, while another features textiles, handcrafted jewelry, and exotic spices. In the central square, musicians often perform live. As a place where people from all walks of life converge, Wilmington Market serves as a social hub, where friends meet for a casual lunch, travelers trade stories with locals, and deals are struck in the quiet corners between stalls. It’s common for the Market to host impromptu gatherings or serve as the backdrop for unexpected reunions.
FANTASYLAND
............................................................ "."	On the northern outskirts of St. Portwell lies the decaying remains of Fantasyland, an eerie, abandoned amusement park that once buzzed with life and excitement. Built decades ago with grand ambitions, Fantasyland was known for its towering Ferris wheel, haunted funhouse, and seaside roller coasters. Now, the park is a shell of its former glory, with rusted rides creaking in the wind and faded neon signs flickering. Weeds have overtaken the cracked asphalt, and the once-vibrant games and concession stands are now hollow, echoing only the distant calls of seagulls. Fantasyland went bankrupt when Oceanview Gardens opened closer to the city center. Unable to keep up with the competition, the amusement park fell into disrepair, slowly becoming a local legend for ghost stories and urban exploration. For the Paranormal-inclined, the park holds a strange allure, with whispers of unusual energies and forgotten magic lingering among its forgotten attractions.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The Greenwood Coven.

The Eleventh Path.

Interactions: Lynn/Lia (@NoriWasHere), & The Entire Coven.

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“For future reference any plans that rely on our shared strength alone are probably bad plans. No offense to whoever came up with it,”

Lila

Ruby narrowed her eyes at Lila; her mouth opened as she spat out.

"Stop acting like we don't-"

"Hey, now!" Jess said with a broad, toothy smile as she put both hands on her hips. Her aura alone was enough to make Ruby stop. "If we don't know what we're doing, how will they?!" She started laughing, before she put her hands on her hips and kept that smile on her face.

"We didn't devise much of a plan because we wanted to make something with ya'll," Jess answered. "Like, see who comes, what they can do, so we can make a special little plan that uses everyone's strengths. And covers everyone's weaknesses."

Pearl then nodded as she said, "We're not here to bulldoze through all of this with brute force. This is why this meeting is important, so we can voice our concerns and work with everything that works for everyone. Making sure every angle is covered, and everyone is playing to their strengths."

Then Pearl turned towards Lila, "You are correct. Strength and faith in our magic will not win this fight, but combining our talents strategically will."

"But, I don't think we should overcommit to one plan, though," Ruby said with a shrug. "Usually how these things go is we come up with a plan, and then a wrench gets thrown into it and then it all goes titties up and we just end up winging it." She glanced in Layla's direction but did not elaborate further.

"Contingencies are necessary, yes," Pearl said with a nod.

"Or we could just bum rush them like a horde of crackheads," Jess snorted. "Nobody will see that coming."

“A lot of zombies with guns. An endless horde. I think the entire Elite will be there. Jordan, you’ll say something like ‘at least the ghost ship isn’t here’. No Scott Reese, at least as far as I can tell. But there’s a lot of zombies. There’s not much room for advanced tactics in this fight. It’ll be hell. If I were to suggest an alteration to the plan it would be for the Veil team. They should finish up quickly and then move to support the artifact team. That’s about as much as I could see. A word of caution is the best I can offer. They have a lot of guns, we don’t have a lot of healers, be smart. I won’t be joining you on the island. Is there a way for us to setup anything to support from afar? I don’t want to not help but I will be a liability on the island.”

Lynn

The four Maidens looked at Lynn as she spoke. They let her finish, before Jess said,

"... Why hello there!" Jess laughed. "Don't think we had a chance to introduce yourself last time!"

^{"I mean, we didn't get a chance to before all hell broke loose."}

Ruby muttered underneath her breath, before she spoke out loud. "So, lemme guess, you have some type of information gathering ability." She noted, "We are already aware of most of this... but, maybe if we knew the details of how your... ability works, we can arrange something."

"Long as the Eustis Veil remains down," Pearl said, "We can just use one of our walkie-talkies so you can relay information to us from the mainland."

While Ruby and Pearl were talking, Amelia sat down a backpack on the table, and she dug out a hastily taped together map of Elysium Island from above, one that was obviously downloaded from Google Maps and printed square by square, then taped together. She sprawled it out over the table, before she reached back into the bag and pulled out another map... this time a complex map of the underground sections of Elysium Island.

^{"We should get a projector."}

Jess whispered.

^{"Do we got projector money?"}

Ruby asked, keeping her voice a similar volume to Jess, before loudly clearing her throat.

"So, aside from that, this ain't Greenwood's first time on the island," Ruby announced with a nod. "Before, um, things heated up with the White Supremacists, we raided Elysium Island for their artifacts. Our dearly departed Lyric Brown made a map of the island's underground sections."

Ruby tapped the underground map with her finger, tracing a path as she spoke. "The artifact vault is here," she said, pointing to a heavily marked area near the center of the map. "It’s beneath the main estate, past this entrance here." Her finger slid to an unassuming side door on the map. "It’s the most discreet way in, but it’s also likely guarded."

She glanced around the table to make sure everyone was following. "Once ya'll get past that, you'll hit the first security checkpoint. That’s where it gets lit. Cameras, motion sensors, the whole nine yards... In addition to the Eye of Ankhara. If all the attention is kept above ground, getting past the mundane shit should be easy, but don't get cocky."

Ruby then pointed to another section of the map, further along the path. "After that, there’s a set of sealed gates here. Last time, we bypassed them with some good old magic, but they’ve probably tightened up security since then. Expect traps, wards, and maybe some monsters."

Then Ruby's finger pointed together another section of the map, where there were less rooms and more halls, "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, they got monsters guarding all the halls leading into the vault. This area is going to be crawling with some shit, Lyric figured out that the members of the Elite used this artifact that basically rendered us them invisible to them. We took a few of them from the mansion, and Lyric made a few replicas of them herself, but they got jacked from us. So the options are either either ransack the mansion for them, or brute force it."

Ruby's finger reached the main vault. "And here is the treasure room.... Your only hurdle there will be the Starving Dog. It appears as a statue, but the second it senses intruders, it will activate. That was the curve ball that ruined our last plan to raid their artifacts. We hit it with everything we had and barely slowed it down. One of our strongest members at the time hit it with all she had and that wasn't enough so we had to cut and run and come back later."

"However, we noted that it doesn't attack members of the Schmidt Family," Pearl said with a nod.

"So, in other words, maybe fighting it is unnecessary if you catch our drift," Jess said with a toothy grin. "Wink wink, nudge nudge." She winked at Lila.

"So, questions, comments, concerns, fuck-yous?" Ruby asked.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Another supplementary faction.

Blame my renewed Castlevania fixation for this one.

THE.BROTHERHOOD "In Tenebris Fortitudo."

. . . . The Brotherhood is a secretive order of knights founded during the medieval era of Europe, a time marked by superstition, fear of the supernatural, and rampant violence wrought by malevolent Apparitions and Aberrations. A coalition of brave warriors, scholars, and clerics gathered to ally to safeguard humanity from these dark forces. They established their first sanctuaries in the crumbling ruins of ancient monasteries and hidden cathedrals, drawing upon knowledge and ancient texts to develop their combat techniques and magical practices. This early formation emphasized martial prowess and the understanding of magic as a force to be respected and wielded responsibly. Over the centuries, as Europe transformed through the Renaissance into the modern age, the Brotherhood adapted, remaining vigilant against evolving supernatural threats and maintaining its mission in an increasingly skeptical world. Recruitment into the Brotherhood is a selective and often tricky process. Candidates are typically individuals who have encountered the supernatural firsthand, whether through personal tragedy, the loss of loved ones to Aberrations, or as witnesses to horrific events. Prospective members often come from diverse backgrounds and initiates undergo rigorous trials that assess their resolve, intellect, morality, and ability to wield magical artifacts. Those who pass are bestowed the rank of Acolyte, tasked with learning the Brotherhood’s ancient rites, combat techniques, and magic secrets. The Brotherhood’s hierarchical structure consists of several ranks, each representing different levels of mastery and responsibility. At the pinnacle is the Grandmaster, a figure shrouded in mystery, believed to possess extensive knowledge of the Paranormal and unparalleled combat skills. Beneath the Grandmaster are the Councilors, seasoned knights who advise on strategy, recruitment, and training. The next rank, Paladins, represents the elite warriors of the Brotherhood, skilled in martial combat and the use of magical artifacts, including legendary weapons such as the Vampire Hunter and the Undead Hunter. These artifacts are steeped in the order’s history and designed to combat the undead and other dark forces. Paladins lead missions and are responsible for confronting powerful Apparitions, while the Acolytes, still in training, gradually take on field assignments under their guidance. The lowest rank, Novices, are the newest recruits who have yet to prove their worth. The Brotherhood's operations are often shrouded in secrecy, with members conducting missions that range from small-scale reconnaissance to full-scale assaults on strongholds of evil forces. They combine traditional combat techniques and magic, often relying on artifacts steeped in their order's history. These artifacts are carefully guarded, each possessing unique powers that enhance the wielder’s abilities and safeguard against dark forces. The Brotherhood also gathers intelligence, maps out areas where Paranormal occurrences are reported, and tracks activity to strike before chaos ensues preemptively. Some members advocate for a more aggressive approach, arguing that striking decisively against Apparitions and Aberrations is the only way to send a clear message and deter future threats. Conversely, others within the Brotherhood urge restraint and deliberation. This philosophical divide creates tension during council meetings, where strategies are debated and missions planned, reflecting the Brotherhood's struggle to balance aggression with caution in an ever-changing world of supernatural threats. The membership primarily consists of Adepts, and there is a stigma against Aberrations, including those who are Adjoined, Abominable, and Afflicted, further complicating the dynamics within the order. The Brotherhood's arsenal includes a cornerstone weapon known as the Knight's Edge, a mass-produced artifact that serves as both a sword and a versatile tool. Forged from a unique alloy with magical properties, it can adapt to the wielder’s needs, shifting between forms such as a traditional blade or a ranged whip. It is customizable to imbue it with elemental properties or temporary enchantments. Alongside the Knight's Edge, members employ specialized weapons like enchanted crossbows, spears, axes, shields, etc. As time progressed, the Brotherhood transitioned to more modern weaponry, integrating firearms enhanced with enchantments to maintain their effectiveness against supernatural foes. While the Brotherhood primarily operates within Europe, its influence and reach extend to other continents whenever the threat of Aberrations arises. This expansion is marked by careful planning as they connect with local groups and individuals who share their mission. Through meetings and cooperation with other factions, the Brotherhood ensures that the knowledge and tools required to combat supernatural threats are shared, creating a web that spans borders. This adaptability reflects their understanding that evil knows no bounds and that their vigilance must extend beyond the confines of Europe to protect humanity from the encroaching darkness.

DeadLiNe

@Shin Ghost Note When do you plan on making a sheet?

No rush tho

@Chronic

i was waiting until my days off. I can probably have it out tonight.