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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

<Snipped quote by Skai>

It's not fake? :OOO

Due to her emotional-field, it can't outright kill her. But it'll bring her close. :> She probably won't be able to take a second hit.

@Estylwen

That means when Jess blows up the mansion, she'll kill steal.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Sully (@Atrophy), & Leon (@AtomicEmperor).

The Eleventh Path.

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"Hey now, no need to fret, Blackmore! C'mon... 317 ain't exactly the benchmark when it comes to combat Adepts: No offence to you guys, of course, you do what you can. But Linqian was never one of our best either, right? I can handle her and Aryin at the same time, confirmed by several recent tests too. So, I think it's in our best interests that if Scott Reese shows up to play, you leave him to me. Just give me whatever artifact you want applied to him that you think would weaken him, and boom: You lose one asshole for one asshole. Equal trade in terms of effort and power."

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude, where’s all the shit gonna go if we lose our asshole? And what’s this about worrying? Worrying? You’re worrying? Man, the one who needs to be worrying is that bitch ass Scott Reese. Look, check this out. Over here we got the goddamn Thunder God Drake “Raiden” Blackmore and over here we have the Big Bad Wolf, Leon “Motherfucking” Richoux. You throw in me, the Water Boy. The Juice Man! You throw in me, the…the Juice Man…and what’s Scott Reese gonna do? Nothing. Scott Reese ain’t gonna do nothing. He gonna walk back in that ocean and disappear for another ten years. Squad up, boys. We got our Team Aggro right here.”

Leon & Sully

Drake couldn't help but crack a grin. Sure, he was worried about Victoria. Sure, he was worried about the triplets. Sure, he was concerned about everyone, but he knew that the four of them (including Stormy, who was silent the whole time) could kick Scott Reese's ass from one end of St. Portwell to the other. He laughed at Leon,

”... I'm going to tell her you said that,” Drake said before laughing. ”But, you can't take that monster alone. I'm not going to let you.” Drake nodded before he turned to Ruby and took a step forward.

”I'm going aggro,” Drake said, as his left hand began crackling with electricity. ”They'll be so worried about me that they won't even realize we pulled a fast one on them until it's too late!” Drake laughed.

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The Eleventh Path

Interactions: Leon (@AtomicEmperor), & Layla/Alizee (@Estylwen).

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”I'm doing okay. They didn't force anything, promise. And uh, Alizée and I are getting along nicely. She's still her old self, though she doesn't remember.

“Thanks for asking, Adora.”

”My apologies if I disturbed you the other day. Yes, Layla's fine. Eating better too.”

Layla & Alizee

Adora smiled or tried her best to smile. Did Adora trust the Temple? No. Did she trust Layla's word? No. However, it was not her tree to bark up, or her business to stick her nose into. As she kept preaching to the social rejects here, you can't help people who don't want it. She was glad that Layla took the apple and was eating it, and seemed to be happier with Alizee (?) adjoined to her - though she treated this Alizee as a whole new entity.

”I'm glad to hear it, just let me know if you need anything,” And Adora left it at that. However, she turned towards Alizee. ”And... don't worry about it. That meeting was looong over before you even showed up.” She shrugged. She wanted to say it was pretty much over when Layla opened her mouth about Naomi, but Adora knew that Layla learned her lesson.

Hopefully.

”Sor-sorry for the other day.”

Layla

”C'mon, you can do a bit better than that,” Adora sighed, crossing her arms. Her gaze drifted over to Ruby, who was flat-faced. Adora knew she was fuming about that.

"I want to sit down and talk about that like we should have done from the jump," Ruby said to Layla with a nod. "Not right now, though. We have important work to do."

"Britney's here, Amara... We're trying to reduce the chaos of these meetings by having less people, remember? Besides, you should be asking me about ammo. He'd tell you himself that the Temple produces quality ammunition: We supply half the Western Seaboard's "religious" institutions with good shit. If it's for Sycamore, as much as you all may not want the help, the Temple of Charming and Graceful Individuals is willing and able to provide. Physical arms and armaments, Lux boosters, healing salves, the list goes on. Yeah, you would expect a price... Clearly you don't understand the kind of debt that some of our magical community owes to us. We're Goddamn Heroes, Anya. If we ask? We'll receive"

Leon

As Leon spoke, Adora narrowed her eyes at him. One minute, Adora was fine with him for his help at the Halloween Festival. As of yesterday, Adora found it hard to trust him with that whole mess with Alizee and Layla - even though it seemed to work out fine, there was something shady about the Temple. Well, aside from their business with Alizee's apparition.

Nothing good ever comes from cults either way. Though Adora wanted to ask if the Temple had ANYTHING that can boost her abstraction enough to be helpful. She didn't care if it did something to her because it was her choice and her body. She didn't care much if she died in the process of trying to get to the bottom of this. So, Adora raised her hand, and asked,

”You got anything that can help out an Aberration, Leon?” Adora asked.

"Whatever you guys want from me personally, I'm happy to do it: But, I only ask that you keep in mind I may not fully be in control of myself by the end of this. If the worst happens, stay clear of the big, grey and gold wolf-thing... And call my folks, I guess. Worst comes to worst, it's an island I can stay isolated on until I'm dead, or I can be put out."

Leon

I thought he was an Adept. Adora thought to herself before she shrugged. She was sure that a rampaging werewolf on an island wouldn't be the worst thing in the world - maybe. With the heavy hitters like Drake here, they should be able to take care of him, worst come to worst.

”I'm not going to be much good in a fight,” Adora said to Ruby - and the Coven at large. ”I want to help out, though. So, I'm going with the heist group.”

Adora didn't want to be around Britney or Sloane, but having Luca, Aislin, and sort of Amara, there balanced out the situation (Though what Amara told her the other day loomed over her and made it hard to wonder if she was a liability or not). Hopefully, everyone would be so focused on the mission that they wouldn't have time to chatter.

Adora leaned back in her chair.

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Ruby White.

The Eleventh Path

Interactions: Amara (@Blizz), Alizee (@Estylwen), Lynn ([@NoriWasHere]), Anya/Luca (@FernStone), and the entire Coven.

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”Okay, back up a second, I’m seeing a couple problems with this. The first one being communication. Like you said, we gotta just let this shit flow sometimes so a hard and fast plan won’t be perfect. But, how’re we getting everyone in gear for shit when we’re actually there? We just banking on teleported being enough when the Veil’s down? That’s gonna be a lotta people moving around, some of them might need to meet each other when they’re done, for backup. But that’s no big deal- I got an idea for that. I’m magically linked to all of them, like a hive mind. Four teams means I’d have one to spare if I gave up one for all four. Treat ‘em like they’re expendable when you’re in. They’ll fight and if someone happens, I’ll know even if you don’t radio in. I’ll send the extra in with your vault team, so two of them can deal with this “Starving Dog” thing. Based on what you’ve got here, the vault’s gonna be the most dangerous part of this even if you draw heat away.”

Amara "Ass Hunter" King

”But could we not have a fifth group - the coordinators? We had a control group during the fight against the Stygian Snake, or organised all the groups on the field - getting healers where they were needed, teleporters, and so on. It can be difficult for anyone in the heat of battle to do that. That solves the communication too - you all have phones, don’t you? Or we can go back to radios like we used to use? Easy to get a hold of. Means we’re not putting all the pressure on Amara.”

Anya

Ruby turned towards Anya, then back to Lynn, then at Amara.

"... I think we found a way for you to help," Ruby said to Lynn with a nod, before turning to Anya and Amara, "That sounds like a great idea. We can have some extra communication - which translates to extra coordination. Just let me know how many radios you need because I may have to pull in a few ^more favors. But, it's no big deal for the Spring Maiden." Ruby grinned at them.

”I have some questions. First of all, what’s the magical statue made of? Second, do we have any way to get into the vault itself? I assume it has some heavy doors we can’t just get through? I can probably help there either way, since I can rot just about anything. So I think I should go with the Artifact group, but that brings me to my next question… Does the Eye of Ankhara detect Abstractions that are always on? Or is it just active use?”

Luca

Ruby shrugged.

"The Starving Dog is made of stone or marble. I honestly don't remember."

”Marble,” Britney answered.

"Thank you, Britney," Ruby nodded her head. "And the doors are like... bank vault style. However, it's enchanted, so you can't just teleport inside. I'm not sure of any other enchantments, but let's assume there are."

She shrugged.

"When we were trying to break in a few years ago, our plan was just to blow the door down with magic, but if you have an easier way to open it - go ahead."

”Also, the Eye won't trigger off passive Abstractions.” Britney nodded.

”Say you get the artifacts. Say you kill a couple of them. How are you getting off the island? Not everyone is lucky like Layla in being able to void-step. You will be disorganized and weak. Some will be disconnected from the group, to be sure…

“How does everyone make it home?”

Alizee

Ruby facepalmed at this.

"... The same way we're getting on the island," Ruby groaned with her hand still pressed to her face, but she released her hand from her face. "That's why we have a group to deal with the Eustis Veil, so we can just teleport off."

She looked at the group, "Worst comes to worst, we jack one of their sailboats and me and Amelia can get everyone off that way - but long as everyone is on their shit and we keep the Veil off, we don't have to worry about that."

”I still think a contingency is necessary,” Britney added.

Ruby rolled her eyes, saying, “Yeah, Britney, I understand. You’re always the one who wants to plan for the worst. But we gotta focus on the mission here: getting those artifacts and making those rich fuckers don't come after us when all is said and done." Britney crossed her arms and rolled her, and Ruby leaned in and lowered her voice. “If we overthink this, we’ll drive ourselves batshit before we even set foot on that island.”

”I'm not saying we don't get the artifacts or your payback,” Britney said, tone laced in venom and each word sharp as a knife. ”I'm just saying that we need a backup. What if- actually, nevermind.” Britney sighed as she just leaned back in her chair.

”I'll be getting the artifacts with the others,” Britney said. Britney did not like rolling with Sloane, Aislin, Adora, or Amara's weird little ghosts - it was a better option than rolling with Kenshiro, just not that much. However, she was at the point where she was just over it all and willing to do anything necessary to end this Father Wolf nonsense. That meant taking risks. She wasn't sure if this was an essential risk, but it is what it is.

Ruby gestured for everyone to gather around the map of Elysium Island, and then, she pointed at a spot on the wooded west end of the island. "There's a grove right here," Ruby said. "This is where we will teleport everyone, and from there we will quickly sort into our groups." Ruby then turned to Pearl who was desperately scribbling all of this down.

"Make sure you know where you're going to go because once we get onto Elysium Island, it's going to be-" Ruby paused momentarily to snap her fingers, waving her hand in front of her. Then, she turned her attention back to the map. "Once everyone is sorted out, everyone's getting in position. The Aggro group will wait in the woods right outside the mansion; the support group will also be in the woods right by them. These two groups should be able to see the entire mansion, and they will stay relatively close to each other. The Veil and Artifact groups will circle the island, Veil going north and Artifact going south - and someone please bring a compass. The island is wooded enough for you all to have some cover or get the drop on any zombies or rich fucks wandering around."

Then Ruby looked at Britney and continued, "After everyone is sorted and on the move, we will begin the assault on the mansion. The plan is for the 317's new power booster to boost Jess, and she'll fry the mansion - which should take out a majority - if not all - of them, and then the Aggro group will push in and keep everyone's attention on us. The Artifact and Veil groups will do their thing while Aggro gets all the smoke. And remember, this isn't about winning some fight; it's a distraction. Keep them focused on you, but don’t take unnecessary risks."

”And what about the artifact group?” Britney asked, ”If this goes south, everyone's gonna be too tied up to lend any help.”

“That’s why the Artifact group’s going in with minimal baggage. All you need to focus on is getting in, grabbing what we came for, and getting out. Don’t engage unless absolutely necessary. Just get the artifacts and teleport it all off the island,” Ruby shrugged.

”And if teleportation isn't an option?” Britney said.

"Improvise," Ruby shrugged again. "Like I said, we're going to be here all day if we overthink every single last detail."

Ruby tapped the veil's location on the map, "Remember. We have to keep the Veil off at all costs. I don't care if the other groups have to pull back - otherwise, we won't be able to get off the island and will have to improvise." Then Ruby glanced at everyone in this room. "Now, before I get ahead of myself, each group will be equipped with a radio and a flaregun - these will be the "team leaders" of each group and will have the luxury of coordinating with the... coordinators. If things go sideways, we get the fuck out of there - no ifs, ands, or buts. And for the love of God, don't try and play the hero. Drop whatever you're doing, shoot the flare into the sky, and regroup at the grove so we can all teleport off together or right then and there. Just don't leave the rest of us in the dark."

Ruby took in a deep breath, "Yes, this is longwinded as fuck, but I’d rather everyone knows exactly what they’re supposed to be doing instead of getting lost or panicking. The Elite are prepared, and we have to assume they know we're coming, and if anyone fucks up, that's the end of that."

Ruby sighed before looking between the 317, Sycamore, and then Greenwood.

"Now, if we're all in agreement, let's hurry up and get a move on already," Ruby began, "You all have one hour to get ready. Grab everything and I mean EVERYTHING you need. Make sure to dress up to disguise your identities. That way, they, or the magic Feds, can't come after us if it goes tits up and it'll trip them up if they are aware of us. They won't know who's who."

Ruby turned around and tapped her staff on the ground as she spoke to Sycamore,

"Thank you all for hearing us out; I know things didn't go super well last time..." Ruby shook her head, "But I'm glad things have gone better this time. I knew you all could do it."

She nodded at the four Maidens and Kashmira.

"Let's go."

Then they departed, and the plan was a go.

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The Greenwood Coven, & The 317.

Interactions: None.

An hour later. The Rooftops Overlooking the Harbor Longue.

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“... Where are they?” Naomi asked from the rooftops.

“Maaaaaan, I betcha’ they ain’t even left!” James said with a cocky grin on his face.

“They haven’t left yet,” Autumn said with a nod.

They stood on the rooftops, giving a clear view of the Harbor Lounge. Naomi held binoculars to her face, scanning desperately for their targets. “I can’t see them, they moved.”

“They’re still there,” Autumn nodded her head.

“See? We shouldn’t doubt Autumn’s little ghost!” James grinned at Naomi, and she rolled her eyes while scanning.

“Maybe we should have some members of Sycamore here,” Autumn shrugged. “They are helping us, after all.”

“Nah, we don’t need ‘em!” James said. “Probably too busy screaming at each other!”

“Come on,” Naomi said, “They’re not that bad… Just a lil’ messy.”

“People who are getting murdered usually are,” Autumn shrugged.

James threw Shango’s Axe over his shoulder as he turned around and looked at the members of the 317. He scanned them, eyes pausing on them for a moment before looking to the next one… and then grinned. “Hope all of you are ready for this! We are entering the big leagues!”

He laughed. “Meaning… literal and all-out war if this doesn’t go as planned! But, I’m certain it will all work out!”

Naomi shook her head as James continued.

“I mean, we survived the Nazis, and they were stronger and crazier!”

“I never imagined I’d be here,” Faith sighed as she looked towards Naomi, “but I’m ready. Those fuckers destroyed our community. They hurt my friends. If I was still in the monster making business I’d turn every last one of their leaders to send a message to their flock.”

“It’s a good thing that we’re out of that business,” Sypha responded as she looked towards James, “I don’t envy Octavia handling that meeting. I bet she’s about ready to quit, and I bet Ruby is feeling the second hand rage that Sycamore gives off.”

”I survived much worse than all out war,” Aryin said with a cocky grin as they shot out a wicked side eye towards James, ”as did everyone else. When shit gets going today I have a hundred bucks that says they carry the day,” Aryin grinned as they delivered the wager.

“Hey now, I’m not worried about you. You been through hell twice and came out just fine!” James shot her a cocky grin. “The rest of them, though, especially the newbies, have not.”

“That is fair enough,” Faith responded with a sigh, “I know we needed the boost after the fight and some of these newbies are incredibly strong. But I wouldn’t be honest if I said I wasn’t worried. I guess we’ll learn soon enough if it was a good idea, yeah?”

“I dunno,” James shrugged before grinning. “If we live long enough!”

Naomi rolled her eyes. “I mean, before coming to St. Portwell, I didn't get into half of the supernatural fuckery that goes on here, and I did just fine.”

“That's because you're tough!” James said. “You were born and raised in the trenches!”

“... Hardly,” Naomi rolled her eyes before turning her head to Faith, “Surprised you’re not at the big meeting.”

“I hope Octavia listened when we said keep your expectations low!” James laughed.

“Well the plan calls for scaring some rich pricks,” Faith grinned as she used her eyes to look at the various pieces of jewelry that controlled her monsters, “and I am the best at that.”

“I know the 317 is itching to-” Autumn said. Naomi’s phone beeping cut her off from a text message she opened.

“... It's time,” Naomi said, looking up at Faith. “I'm going to let ya’ll take charge.”

“Alright,” Faith said as she took in a deep breath, “where are they?” Faith began to look down to the streets below.

Autumn pointed at the Harbor Lounge.

“In there,” She answered.

“... I hope you are not planning on having a monster charge in there dicks out,” Naomi said with a roll of her eyes.

“Oh god no,” Faith grinned as she walked towards the small shadow cast by the bezel top of the building. “Nothing so dramatic,” she finished as she stepped into the shadow, a hand reached out and pulled her into it.

Across the way inside the Harbor Lounge even the most observant of eyes might have missed a shadow dancing within the shadows of the room. The shadow was the Living Shadow and Faith, and they danced from shadow to shadow unseen and out of sight until they finally spotted the rich pricks and their escort. They were in a private room and this made it easier for Faith to launch her attack. Faith waited for a few minutes waiting, watching, before she decided it was time.

Two hands made out of the blackest shadow erupted from the walls, one grabbing Sylvia around the waist and the other around Johnny's face and neck. As soon as the hands had their grip, they pulled with frightening strength back towards the shadows from where they came.

Both Johnny and Sylvia hit the ground, immediately, a stream of poker cards came out of the sleeve of Johnny’s jacket and scattered. He looked up and a Taurus 44 appeared in his hand, and he aimed it at them.

“The fuck?!” Johnny shouted.

The hands shot out again, this time from under the table, and once again aimed at Johnny and Sylvia with the same intent to drag them into the shadows.

“Oh no you don’t!” Gabe shouted, she stuck both of her hands out and fired a powerful beam of concentrated light.

The room would go silent with the beam of concentrated light. The shadows all seemed to retreat to their normal places, and no further attacks were launched. Though if any eyes looked towards the light switch they would see a single hand reach up with a singular finger reaching out. The shadow turned off the light and launched a new series of attacks. As it did the darkness of the room grew as if the shadows themself were swallowing the group whole.

The next up to use their magic was Jake, who raised his hand into the air and a sun-like ball of like appeared and stretched outwards—shining an overpowering light in all directions.

“Sylvia! Portal!” Johnny shouted.

Sylvia quickly grabbed her guitar drummed the strings, and created a shimmering light purple portal - all of them promptly escaped into.

Faith instantly commanded the living shadow to bring her back to the group as the rich pricks started to head through the portal. As she emerged from the shadows, she looked at the assembled group of hippies. “They’re leaving NOW.”

“Shit! The Veil is still up, though!” James shouted, looking at Elysium Island surrounded by the Eustis Veil.

“... Then they must be teleporting somewhere else,” Autumn softly said.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!” James shouted. “All this for nothing!”

“Shit. Can you track them? I can be a little less subtle next time,” Faith groaned as she rubbed her head.

“I can’t find them,” Autumn said as she looked around. “They are outside of the range of the Adept Hunter.” She shook her head.

“The fuck did you do to them?” James asked Faith, laughing. “The point was to corner them!”

“We gotta send this up,” Naomi said, pulling out her phone and texting Ruby.

“I assaulted them from the shadows,” Faith sighed, “I thought the plan was to scare them into portaling home.”

James facepalmed.

“The plan was to get them to drop the Veil so we can teleport onto the island,” Naomi sighed. “But it sounds like we need a Plan B.”

”Well shit,” Aryin said with a sigh, ”spread out and hope for the best?”

“Oh lawd we-” James threw his hands into the air, except at the corner of his eyes, he noticed something.

The Veil had gone down.

“Oh shit!” James’ jaw dropped. “It’s a Christmas Miracle!”

“We gotta get on now,” Naomi said.

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Lin Liu.

Elysium Island - Mansion. The Bar.

Interactions: None.

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After her conversation with Mika, Lin waited anxiously at her table. She was unsure how the Sycamore Tree Coven was getting on this island, but she knew they would likely get cut down. Not that she cared about them at all (The gene pool would thank them for that one). She was hoping they would create a big enough distraction for her to snatch the notes-

Lin's phone rumbled from within her purse. She had forgotten she had it on silent, but she quickly unzipped the designer purse. She looked at her phone and saw that it was Jake. She remembered that he wasn't on the island as he wasn't a member of the Elite; if they were, it would be easier to get the notes off. However, she answered the phone, and before she could get out a "hello" Jake spoke frantically.

"... Lin! Are you okay?!" Jake said.

"Y-yes," Lin stammered for a second as she stood up. "Are you okay? What's going on?"

"We got attacked at the Harbor Lounge," Jake said, "By some shadow creature. We teleported out of there before it could hurt us."

He sighed, "We're at the Valos Manor now."

Lin tapped her chin. No doubt it had to be Sycamore's doing. However, Lin was happy that they were safe. "Are you all okay?"

"They just gripped us up a little bit," Jake said. "We're all fine."

Lin paused for a moment... as an idea popped into her head.

"Can you do me a huge favor?" Lin asked.

"Yes, anything," Jake said.

"Can you have Sylvia on standby?" Lin asked, looking across the room at May and Rhea Pimm. "I'm about to do something stupid."

"Oh God," Jake groaned, "What are-"

"Just trust me," Lin said. "Please have her ready to open a portal the second I call you."

Jake sighed.

"Fine, do you need our help?" Jake began. "Maybe we can-"

"I got this, trust me," Lin nodded.

"Okay... just be careful," Jake said, "See you soon."

"Love you," Lin said before hanging up. Then, she kept her eyes on May and Rhea Pimm while she slipped her phone back into her purse. There was a subtle thrill to what she was about to do, but she kept her expression flat. The two sisters seemed to be obsessed with making their younger brother drink more and more. Going into their minds was the last thing that Lin wanted to do, but they were perfect for what she was planning - impulsive, stupid, and adrenaline junkies. Lin focused her energy and felt the gentle pulse of the Arrowhead as she activated her telepathy and slipped into their minds...

Isn’t it boring just sitting here bullying your little brother? Lin projected, her voice playful in their minds. What if you dropped the Eustis Veil? You could let some real excitement in!

As her influence took hold, Lin watched with satisfaction as their brows furrowed as if they were some hive mind. She nudged their thoughts further, feeding May the idea that breaking the Veil would be thrilling and a bold move that could earn them recognition.

A little chaos might be precisely what you both need right now. Who doesn’t love a bit of fun? Lin continued.

As Lin withdrew her mental claws, she noted the look of determination on May’s face and the excitement in Rhea’s eyes. The idea of dismantling the Eustis Veil was taking root, their thoughts racing with the possibilities of chaos and adventure... They got up and quickly skipped out of the building.

Satisfied, Lin kept her attention on her table and waited.

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May & Rhea Pimm.

Elysium Island.

Interactions: None.

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The two Pimm sisters went from the opulent mansion to the storm that raged outside. Adrenaline coursed through their veins, a palpable energy fueled by the thrill of the unknown. They skipped through all the zombie forces taking guard until they made it to the Eustis Veil, guarded by a team of zombies... which they shoved aside until they made it to the Eustis Veil in its massive glory.

"Oh boy! I can't wait!" May said.

“Are you sure about this?” Rhea asked, her excitement barely masked.

"Are you kidding?!" May laughed. "No orgy? No nothing?! Do you want to sit around in here and play with our dicks for how many hours!?"

"Oh, true!" Rhea said. "Let's shake things up, I'm gonna go crazy!"

"You're already crazy!" May answered.

"I know!" Rhea responded, "This won't be the fun kind!"

"Let's do it together!" Rhea said, raising her hand.

"Sure!" May said, also raising her hand, "On the count of three!"

"One..." Rhea said.

"Two..." Rhea said.

"... Three!" They shouted in unison as they trusted their hands forward and pressed it against the glowing orange runes of the Eustis Veil. The racing storm that created a forcefield over the island had dissipated through force of will, revealing clear skies...

"That voice in our heads better be right!"

"It was right last time!"

"... The time we blew up the last headquarters?!"

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Ruby White.

Cliff overlooking Elysium Island > Elysium Island.

Interactions: Your mother.

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It's been an hour. Ruby was the first at the cliffside where she told them to meet, the one that gave them a perfect view of Elysium Island—wearing the Spring Maiden costume: a bright green hoodie, sweatpants, and ski mask with boots. The rest of the Maidens were in the same costume but different colors. Jess was red, Pearl was blue, and Amelia was orange. It wasn't long until the other two groups arrived, fully dressed and disguised as instructed.

Drake walked up, cracking his knuckles. He wore a black leather jacket with a black T-shirt, a black neck gaiter, cargo pants, worn-out combat boots, and a baseball cap. ”When's this damn veil going down?” Drake asked.

"Any second now," Ruby said with a nod as she pulled out her cell phone. "I guess I'll take this time to ask if everyone knows what group they're in and what that group will be doing."

”Aggro,” Drake said, putting his hands behind his head. ”A big ol' distraction.”

The next to walk up was Britney, who elected black cargo pants with a black hoodie and sneakers. She had a facemask on, a baseball cap, and the Noble Vow dangling in her hand. ”Artifacts.” Britney said with a nod. ”But if I can, I'm walking out with a TV.” She laughed.

Adora walked up, dressed as usual but in all black. She crossed her arms and said, ”We're pulling an Oceans Eleven on them.” She grinned from underneath her facemask.

Everyone else voiced their roles, and Ruby raised her staff in the air. "Alright, this is your last chance to back out! If you are worried or afraid, just step out now! Because once we get on that island, we don't have time to teleport people back and forth, you are committing."

”Ready as I'll be,” Adora said.

”Let's get it on, then!” Drake said, brushing his hands off.

"We gotta wait until we get the Veil down," Ruby said.

Britney raised her hand, ”Hey, I said it before, but overcommitting to one plan is-”

As Britney spoke, she got cut off by Ruby's phone beeping before she pulled it out and looked at it... her shoulders sank. "... Fuck."

”What's up?” Adora asked.

"Those rich fucks disappeared," Ruby said, "And we don't know where they went."

”... See?” Britney laughed. ”I told you-”

"Don't start," Ruby facepalmed. "The plan didn't work."

”Because it was a stupid plan!” Britney said, facepalming.

"I don't see you coming up with a better idea," Ruby said, "Your homegirl earlier pointed out a problem but also gave us a solution. You just bitched."

”I was trying to!” Britney said.

”I mean it wasn't a stupid plan per se,” Adora just shrugged. ”We just banked too much on them acting one way and made no plan B if they acted another.”

”See, Adora gets it,” Britney said, ”We set ourselves up to fail. Like they were going to themselves and drop the Veil just because ya'll bully some of them.”

”Bro, let's just find another way on the island already,” Drake just shrugged, throwing his hands up. ”Standing around arguing isn't going to accomplish shit.”

”Yes, I agree with Blackmore,” Adora said, rubbing her temples. ”Ya'll are giving me a headache. We still have a chance. Let's just figure out what to do next.”

"Okay, fine," Ruby said, looking at Britney, "You said you were a 'magical expert'. Do you know any other ways through the Veil?"

”Rumor has it that there's a moment where the storm calms down which can allow us to slip through buuuuuuut...” Britney explained, turning towards Elysium Island. ”Weather controlling artifacts or abstractions could allow us to slip through... can anyone do that?”

"We sorta had a guy," Ruby said. "But-"

Their conversation was cut off by the Eustis Veil going down. Ruby and Britney's jaw dropped as they stared ahead, at a loss for words.

"... EVERYONE! TELEPORT ON NOW! IT'S GAMEDAY! LET'S GO! GO! GO!"

Ruby shouted, raising her tree branch into the air.

Amelia raised her hands into the air, and a wind appeared, carrying leaves—before the majority of the group disappeared in a flash, seemingly carried away. The other teleporters did their work and teleported the rest of the three factions onto Elysium Island.

Right in the grove...

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The winds coalesced at the thicket, a grove flanked by trees, and then the Greenwood Coven and various members of the 317 and Sycamore appeared.

Giving everyone little time to get their bearings, Ruby got to work.

"... Okay! We don't have time to fuck around!" Ruby said in a hushed tone as everyone scrambled together. She went from the left to the right and said, "Artifact group here; the south of the island is that way, by the way," Ruby pointed towards the south beach. Britney, Autumn, Kashmira, and Adora formed up.

"Aggro group here!" Ruby said as James, Drake, Jasmine, and Lucia formed up there.

"Support group next to them!" Ruby said as Lily, Jessica, and Amelia formed.

Finally, Ruby pointed next to them and said, "Veil group here!" Naomi and Pearl formed up on command.

Then Ruby walked front and center. She clutched her tree branch and said, "Alright, no speech. Nobody got time for that. Everyone knows what to do - if you don't, then you better figure it the fuck out," Ruby said with a nod. Veil and Artifact groups hurry up and get a move on; we're going to light the fuse in approximately five minutes. So use this time wisely."

Recollections: The Compendium

TENRYŪ.YARI
| The Heavenly Spear | "Through heavens and storms." ORIGINS & CREATIONS: | Tenryū Yari was forged by a master craftsman and Adept named Hiroshi Takamura during an intense conflict in feudal Japan. With the assistance of a powerful Apparition bound to the wind and sky, Hiroshi created the spear in a ritual meant to channel the raw force of the heavens. He aimed to protect his homeland and imbue the spear with his unwavering desire to connect humanity and nature in harmony. However, fearing its overwhelming power might corrupt humanity, Hiroshi bound the essence of the Apparition into the spear itself, ensuring that only those worthy of its mastery could wield it fully. | TYPE: | Wind-manipulating Yari. | LOCATION: | Tenryū Yari was cast into the Pit by a cursed warlord who sought its power but was ultimately deemed unworthy by the Apparition bound within. After losing control, he discarded it, fearing its wrath and leaving it stranded in the chaotic realm where lost relics and forbidden creations drift aimlessly. Tenryū Yari remains lost in the Pit, a grim reminder of its last owner’s failure and the danger that awaits those unworthy of its divine might. It lies dormant, waiting for one courageous enough to retrieve it and reclaim the forgotten winds.| NOTABLE OWNERS: | TBA | ABSTRACTION-GRANTING: | No. | .............................................................................	Tenryū Yari is a mystical yari, adorned with a single crimson tassel near the blade, the spear pulses with a rhythmic, otherworldly hum whenever the wind dances around it. This resonance directly reflects its bond with Kaze no Rei, the Apparition infused within the yari. Kaze no Rei embodies the explosive nature of the wind and carries the wisdom of the ancient skies. When Tenryū Yari is unsheathed, it extends the wielder's will, granting them unparalleled mastery over the winds. With a mere wave of the Yari, the user can summon gentle breezes that soothe, inspire, or unleash howling gales capable of devastating their foes. With each swing of the yari, the user unleashes powerful gusts of wind that launch foes. By spinning the spear in a fluid motion, they can conjure swirling tornadoes that disorient adversaries and provide a protective barrier for allies. The connection with Kaze no Rei allows the wielder to manipulate wind and commune with the very essence of storms. Moreover, the spear enables its wielder to hurl it with focused concentration, sending Tenryū Yari soaring through the air toward any target. The spear is assured of returning to its master as if bound by an invisible rope that links their spirits. This unique feature imbues the user confidently, allowing them to engage in combat with reckless abandon, knowing that the spear will always come back. However, the bond with Kaze no Rei is not without its challenges. The spirit demands respect and harmony; those who wield Tenryū Yari must possess a pure heart and a deep connection to nature. If the wielder of Tenryū Yari strays from the path of harmony and respect for nature, Kaze no Rei may choose to withdraw its support. In doing so, the wielder becomes susceptible to the winds they once commanded, facing their wrath rather than their aid. Without the spirit’s guidance, the previously gentle breezes can transform into fierce storms, threatening to overwhelm users and turn their power against them. Thus, Tenryū Yari serves not just as a weapon but as a test of character, pushing its bearer to maintain a balance between their inner storm and the forces of nature they wield.

Recollections: Primal Sinister

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Recollections: Primal Sinister

Élodie S. Baptiste

"Magic is a responsibility, not a weapon."

_______________________________________________ Élodie Séraphine Baptiste She/Her | 34 | Afro-French | 5'2 | 100 _______________________________________________ Duty. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "In battle, every move counts." ___________________________________ [+] Combat Skills ⫻ Élodie is skilled in both armed and unarmed combat techniques. Her training with the Brotherhood includes martial arts and various weapons, enabling her to defend herself effectively in battle. Tactical Planning ⫻ With her experiences in the Brotherhood and during the Cataclysm, Élodie excels in devising strategic plans for combat and rescue missions. She can assess situations quickly, adapt to changing circumstances, and clearly lead her allies. Stealth and Infiltration ⫻ Drawing from her training in the Thorned Petal Society, Élodie has skills in stealth and deception. She can creep and blend into her surroundings/ First-Aid ⫻ Élodie is trained in basic first aid techniques, enabling her to treat minor injuries, perform CPR, and stabilize individuals until professional help arrives. Emotional Intelligence ⫻ Élodie has a keen sense of empathy and understanding of others’ feelings. This skill helps her connect with those she seeks to protect and enables her to navigate complex social dynamics, fostering trust and collaboration. Gardening ⫻ With a passion for nature, Élodie has developed skills in gardening, allowing her to cultivate plants and herbs. Negoation ⫻ Skilled in diplomacy, Élodie can navigate difficult conversations and reach compromises, making her an effective mediator in conflicts or discussions. Linguistic Proficiency ⫻ Élodie is fluent in multiple languages, including French, Italian, Spanish, and German, allowing her to communicate effectively with diverse groups across Europe.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "My presence speaks volumes." The first thing anyone would notice about Élodie Baptiste is her soft but undeniably eerie aura. She carries a potent energy that hints at a deep connection to the unknown. Despite her calm demeanor, there's an undercurrent of power and mystery in her presence, the type that demands respect without her uttering a single word. Her witchy, gothic vibe is unmistakable, with a touch of elegance and dark glamour, making her someone you wouldn’t want to cross but can't help but be drawn to. Élodie Baptiste moves with graceful precision; every step is deliberate, radiating an air of confidence and purpose. There's a sharpness in her movements that hints at centuries of wisdom passed down through her lineage. Élodie has a slim yet slightly athletic build, a testament to her years spent running after monsters and ghosts. Her well-toned physique reflects her active lifestyle as a member of the Brotherhood. However, her height betrays her mystery somewhat as she stands at a measly four-two. Her modest chest (36D) complements her overall silhouette, while her curvy hips and well-defined backside add a touch of allure to her otherwise practical appearance. Her style is an eclectic blend of goth and witchy elements, showcasing her flair while remaining functional for her ghost-hunting endeavors. Typically, she opts for flowing black dresses adorned with intricate lace and subtle occult symbols. However, regarding her work with the Brotherhood, Élodie dresses far more practically. She favors fitted, dark cargo pants paired with sturdy combat boots, allowing her to move swiftly and stealthily in pursuit of the supernatural. Her tops often consist of sleek, form-fitting turtlenecks or layered long-sleeve shirts, ensuring comfort and mobility. Her cotton candy pink afro further enhances Élodie's striking features, which contrasts beautifully with her rich, deep brown skin. The vibrant color of her hair catches the eye, adding a whimsical touch to her otherwise dark aesthetic. Her round glasses, with large, thin metal frames, sit low on her nose, giving her an intellectual and slightly detached look. Completing her look, Élodie often adorns herself with a collection of silver jewelry featuring delicate chains, rings, and pendants that echo her connection to the supernatural. Each piece holds significance, a talisman, or a reminder of her journey into the unknown. She carries a dark leather pouch filled with various tools of her trade, ready for whatever challenges arise.

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"Every life matters, and I’m ready to save them."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Élodie’s primary goal is to redefine her purpose by protecting others and helping to rebuild the fractured lives left in the wake of the Cataclysm. She’s moved by a sense of responsibility for Cloverfield, haunted by the scars the battle left on both the land and the people. Driven by her past and the people she's encountered who suffered under magical oppression, she now views her magic as a tool to help others reclaim their lives. This goal is complex, as it also serves as a way for Élodie to distance herself from the darker parts of her history, striving to honor the sacrifices made during the Cataclysm. By recovering lost relics and preventing future calamities, she hopes to become a force of positive change and prove to herself and the Brotherhood that magic is best wielded with compassion.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Élodie believes magic should serve the people, not control or overpower them. She follows a philosophy centered on responsible power use, profoundly shaped by her early experiences with the Thorned Petal Society’s ruthless doctrine and later training with the Brotherhood. Her encounters have led her to view magic as something to wield carefully, with respect for its impact on others, especially the vulnerable. Though she appreciates the Brotherhood’s guiding principles, her philosophy remains open to nuances; she opposes violence unless necessary and values understanding over pure discipline. This mindset often places her at odds with the Brotherhood’s more dogmatic members, but she remains committed to her beliefs, even when faced with complex moral choices.

SECRETS ⫻ Élodie harbors two main secrets: her complicated past with the Thorned Petal Society and the conflicting sense of guilt and relief she feels about leaving them. Although she escaped the society’s oppressive grip, she often finds herself torn between shame over the life she left behind and pride in her decision to walk away from their control. Another secret she keeps closely guarded is the depth of the trauma she experienced during the Cataclysm. The loss of her relics and her near-fatal encounter with Nyrah left scars she rarely reveals, even to her Brotherhood allies. Beneath her calm exterior, she worries that her past or her unresolved trauma might compromise her ability to protect those she’s sworn to help.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Élodie is quietly bisexual, having explored her attractions during her early years in Carcassonne. However, her rigid upbringing within the Thorned Petal Society suppressed open discussions of love and desire. Now that she’s free, Élodie embraces her sexuality privately, seeing it as an expression of the freedom she’s fought to claim. Her connections are meaningful; she values emotional and intellectual compatibility over labels. The relationships she forms are often rooted in mutual respect and shared goals, as she finds trust challenging to cultivate but intensely rewarding. Her sense of self has grown since her time with the Brotherhood, giving her quiet confidence in her identity, even if she rarely discusses it openly.

FEARS ⫻ Élodie’s greatest fear is the possibility of falling back into the same patterns of dominance and control she learned from the Thorned Petal Society. She worries that the residual influence of their teachings and her innate magical ability could lead her to use power in ways that contradict her values. She also fears failure on a profound level—specifically, the fear that she might be unable to protect those she cares for or that she could be partly responsible for a future catastrophe like the Cataclysm. The haunting memories of her near-death experience with Nyrah have also left her with a fear of acid or corrosive magic, a deeply rooted reminder of her vulnerability.

WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ During the Cataclysm, Élodie was sent to Cloverfield by the Brotherhood to face Nyrah the Ravager and assist in stopping the horrific rampage. Élodie fought valiantly, wielding the elemental powers of her Knight’s Edge to protect the people and stabilize the city’s defenses. As the city crumbled and the earth split, she realized her training and power might not be enough. Despite the overwhelming odds, she pressed on, only for her resolve to be tested when Nyrah’s acidic magic struck her, costing her the relics she held dear and nearly her life. Her physical wounds from the acid were severe, and as she watched the city fall to ruin, she understood firsthand the cost of the Brotherhood’s mission. While Cloverfield was ultimately saved, the Cataclysm left Élodie with a profound sense of failure and loss, marking her with physical and emotional scars that would linger long after the battle ended.

FLAWS ⫻ Élodie’s most significant flaw is her profoundly ingrained need for control, stemming from her training in the Thorned Petal Society, where magic was wielded with an unforgiving intensity. This need often leads her to isolate herself, assuming responsibility for challenges that could be shared with others, and she sometimes struggles to trust fully. She also tends to be rigid in her morals and, at times, inflexible when it comes to compromise, which can put her at odds with the Brotherhood and alienate potential allies. The trauma of the Cataclysm has left her wary and occasionally reluctant to engage fully in confrontations, fearing a repeat of past failures. While her resolve is firm, her reluctance to reveal vulnerability or accept help leaves her emotionally closed off, potentially undermining her relationships and clouding her judgment in moments when empathy could be her greatest strength.

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"Cloverfield isn’t just my mission; it’s a chance to make amends for the darkness I left behind."

Élodie was born in the outskirts of Carcassonne, a city in southern France renowned for its medieval fortress and ancient mysteries. While Carcassonne was a bustling tourist destination, her family resided in a secluded estate on the city's fringes, shrouded in dense woodland and wild overgrowth. This estate served as the hidden sanctuary for the Thorned Petal Society, a centuries-old coven with roots tracing medieval times when witchcraft and folklore were deeply interwoven into the townspeople's lives.

The Thorned Petal Society had long been a part of Carcassonne’s underbelly, carefully concealed yet steeped in the city's folklore. The Thorned Petal Society taught Élodie to wield magic with raw intensity, focused on the ruthless command of elemental forces. Her training was steeped in power and precision, from conjuring flames and storms to summoning barriers and wielding transformations for stealth. The society’s doctrine emphasized dominance and control, molding her to see magic as a tool to bend nature and others to her will. Yet, as she grew, Élodie began to see the rigid, unforgiving nature of their practices for what it was: an insular obsession with power that left no room for compassion or freedom. Yearning for more than the coven’s dark vision, she set out to find her path.

Élodie began to feel the suffocating weight of the Society’s ideology during her teenage years. She often overheard the older women talk about the “purity” of their ways, but she couldn’t ignore the doubt that grew inside her. A turning point came when she encountered a wandering healer who practiced magic openly yet gently. He shared stories of using magic to heal and protect, describing it as a gift meant to serve others, not to impose control. This unexpected encounter opened Élodie’s eyes to the potential of a different path, one starkly opposed to the Thorned Petal Society’s dark doctrine.

As her newfound perspective clashed with the coven’s teachings, Élodie grew defiantly, harboring secret dreams of leaving Carcassonne and exploring the magic beyond her family’s reach. But the coven was unrelenting; sensing her rebellion, they subjected her to brutal “purification” rituals meant to break her spirit and bind her loyalty. These ordeals only solidified her resolve; one night, at seventeen, she finally escaped. She left her home and family behind, taking only a few small charms she had hidden away, and never looked back.

After she escaped from the Thorned Petal Society, Élodie roamed alone, seeking purpose beyond the dark magic she had been taught. Her journey eventually led her to The Brotherhood, a clandestine order formed in medieval Europe to defend humanity against supernatural evils. The Brotherhood trained Élodie in their ancient rites, martial techniques, and use of enchanted artifacts, including the famed Knight's Edge—a weapon that adapts to its wielder’s needs and channels elemental power. Under their guidance, she learned to wield magic responsibly, moving away from the destructive methods of her past. However, tensions within the Brotherhood sometimes challenged her resolve. The order's conservative stance against Aberrations, including Adjoined and Afflicted, and its philosophical divide over aggression versus caution mirrored some rigid doctrines she’d left behind. Yet, Élodie found new allies and a renewed purpose.

Élodie had been sent to Cloverfield by the Brotherhood, and her mission was clear: assist in containing the chaos Nyrah the Ravager had unleashed and prevent the city from being lost to darkness. The Brotherhood had identified Cloverfield as a critical location in their battle against supernatural threats, and with Nyrah's influence spreading like wildfire, they chose their most skilled operatives for the task. Élodie was among those dispatched, herself armed with the famed Undead Hunter, each trusted to face down Nyrah’s host, Princess Nadine.

As soon as she arrived in the city, Élodie saw the destruction up close. The people were frantic, and the air felt tainted, thick with the weight of Nyrah’s magic. The Brotherhood’s mission was clear: confront Nyrah, sever her control, and restore the city before it fell. Élodie and her allies pushed through the ruins, their training and enchanted weapons their only defense against Nyrah the Ravager. Alongside other magical warriors, she fought fiercely, calling upon the elemental powers of the Knight’s Edge to cut through enemies and shield herself from the dark forces that surrounded them.

But as the battle raged, Élodie found herself in a losing struggle. Nyrah’s power was unlike anything the Brotherhood had faced, an overwhelming force that warped the city, splitting the earth and sending entire buildings crumbling into ash. She and her comrades fought on, though it became painfully clear that they were facing a foe beyond their combined strength. In one devastating moment, Nyrah unleashed a powerful burst of acid, spraying onto Elodie and nearly killing her. Her grip faltered, and the Undead Hunter slipped from her hand, disappearing into the rubble, lost along with the Vampire Hunter relic as the battlefield churned in darkness.

Despite their efforts, the Cataclysm had ravaged the South Bank by the time Nyrah was finally defeated. Cloverfield’s victory came at a profound cost, with neighborhoods in ruins, lives lost, and the land scarred beyond recognition. The Brotherhood retreated, but Élodie’s mind stayed fixed on the broken city. Though her mission had technically succeeded, she felt the weight of what had been lost: Cloverfield’s heart, its people’s safety, and the relics now buried within its rubble.

When the Brotherhood called on her to return a year later, it was to recover these artifacts and assess the lingering effects of Nyrah’s dark magic. Cloverfield’s North Bank was slowly rebuilding, bolstered by investments and new arrivals, but the South Bank was a fractured shell of its former self. With each step through the devastated streets, Élodie was reminded of the aftermath of Cataclysm and the role she and the Brotherhood had played in its making.

This time, she vowed to fight not only for the Brotherhood’s goals but for the people of Cloverfield, whose lives had been forever altered by the dark battle they had endured.

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"Magic flows through me!"

TYPE ⫻ Adept.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Red, Green, & Yellow Lux. Her Channeler is a spellbook that she carries around.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Élodie's magic is a refined blend of elemental mastery and transformative magic, shaped by her training by the Thorned Petal Society. The need for incantations characterizes her spellcasting, each chant forming a crucial link between her will and the three colors of Lux she commands. From unleashing elemental spells that rain fire, ice, and lightning upon her enemies to shifting her form into that of a sleek cat or a soaring crow, Élodie's abilities showcase her versatility and strategic insight. With every spell she casts, Élodie exemplifies the delicate balance between power and precision, making her a formidable force in any confrontation.

ELEMENTALISM ⫻ Élodie wields an arsenal of spells, each a testament to her rigorous training within the Thorned Petal Society. These spells are her primary offensive weapons, allowing her to unleash elemental fury upon her foes. From the explosive Fireball, which engulfs enemies in flames, to the chilling Icicle Rain that rains down sharp ice, her magical repertoire is as diverse as it is destructive. Each chant showcases her mastery of elemental magic and reflects her deep connection to the mystical forces that shape her world.

Fireball ⫻ Élodie conjures a concentrated fireball, swirling with vibrant hues of orange and red. With a flick of her wrist, she launches the fiery orb toward her target. Upon impact, it ignites the enemy in flames, leaving painful burns that seep into their skin. The explosion creates a small shockwave, knocking them back as well.

Vine Lash ⫻ Élodie summons thorn-covered vines that burst forth from the ground, twisting and writhing like serpents. These vines lash out precisely, entangling her foes and restraining their movements. The thorns bite into flesh as they wrap around their targets, delivering painful cuts.

Icicle Rain ⫻ With a graceful gesture, Élodie creates a storm of large icicles that plummet from the sky, each one sharp and glistening like daggers. As they fall, they pierce through enemies, impaling them and causing severe frostbite upon impact. The ground is soon covered in a chilling mist, creating an inhospitable environment that hampers movement.

Gale Force ⫻ Élodie harnesses the power of the wind, summoning a violent gust that sweeps across the battlefield. The forceful wind launches her target into the air, leaving them disoriented and vulnerable. As they soar, the air pressure creates a roar, drowning out other sounds. The gust can also scatter nearby enemies.

Acidic Bubbles ⫻ Élodie conjures a series of iridescent floating bubbles, each filled with a potent corrosive acid. As she releases them, the bubbles float menacingly toward her enemies. Upon contact, they burst into a spectacular display, splattering corrosive liquid that eats away at armor and flesh. The acid clings to its victims, causing ongoing damage and leaving them vulnerable to further attacks. Elodie rarely uses this spell after her near-death experience.

Rockfall ⫻ With a commanding gesture, Élodie causes jagged rocks to rise and then plummet from the sky like meteorites. The ground trembles as the stones crash upon unsuspecting foes, dealing heavy damage and sending debris flying. The sheer force of the impact can knock enemies off their feet and disrupt their attacks. The spell creates an area of devastation, making it difficult for opponents to regroup or retaliate. The remnants of the fallen rocks can also be used to create makeshift barriers

Flamejet ⫻ Élodie unleashes a fierce stream of fire, resembling a dragon's breath, that engulfs her enemies in scorching flames. The short-range flamethrower spell creates an intense area of heat, forcing foes to either retreat or risk being incinerated. As the flames dance and flicker, they consume everything in their path, leaving behind charred remnants. The heat can also create a smokescreen, obscuring Élodie from sight

Frozen Whirlwind ⫻ Élodie conjures a swirling tornado of icy winds, creating a storm that freezes everything in its path. The violent gusts whip around her enemies, encasing them in layers of frost and rendering them immobile. As the winds howl, the temperature drops drastically, causing panic among her foes.

Detonation ⫻ Élodie channels her magic to create a small but potent explosion that erupts near her target. The blast sends shockwaves through the air, staggering anyone caught in the radius and dealing significant damage. A burst of flames and debris accompanies the explosion. The sudden nature of this spell makes it difficult for enemies to anticipate, allowing Élodie to exploit their disarray.

Chain Lightning ⫻ Élodie casts a spell that arcs with deadly precision, unleashing a surge of electricity that jumps between multiple enemies. Each strike is accompanied by a crackling sound and a blinding flash, illuminating the battlefield—the jolts of lightning deal significant electrical damage, leaving foes temporarily stunned and disoriented.

Razorleaf Barrage ⫻ Élodie unleashes a storm of razor-sharp leaves, infused with her elemental magic, that cut through the air like blades. The leaves slice through enemies with deadly accuracy, causing deep lacerations.

Icy Needles ⫻ Élodie channels her magic to create a barrage of sharp, icy needles that shoot forward with deadly speed. The razor-sharp needles can penetrate armor and flesh, delivering a painful cold that saps strength from her enemies. As they strike, they create an effect like being stung by a thousand tiny daggers, leaving behind frostbite and confusion.

Piercing Beam ⫻ Her most potent spell, Élodie, channels intense energy into a concentrated beam of burning light that pierces through anything in its path. The beam radiates with blinding intensity, scorching the ground and leaving a trail of destruction. This spell deals immense damage and can create temporary blinding effects, disorienting enemies caught in its path. The sheer force of the beam can obliterate barriers and obstacles, making it an ideal spell for breaking through defenses.

TRANSFORMATION ⫻ Élodie Baptiste possesses the ability to transform her very being through incantations, skills honed during her rigorous training with the Thorned Petal Society. While she cannot cast spells in these forms, her awareness remains intact, providing a strategic advantage in both surveys and escape.

Feline Shift ⫻ Élodie channels her magic to transform into a sleek domestic cat. As she mutters the incantation, her body shrinks and reshapes, her features softening into that of a lithe feline. In her cat form, Élodie gains enhanced agility and stealth, allowing her to move unnoticed through shadows, fit into tight spaces, and quickly climb. Her heightened senses will enable her to detect subtle movements in low light. The transformation lasts for a limited time or until she chooses to revert to her human form, and while transformed, Élodie cannot cast other spells but can maintain complete awareness of her surroundings.

Corvid Shift ⫻ With a whisper and a wave of her hand, Élodie assumes the shape of a minor, black crow. Her arms stretch into wings as her body lightens and feathers replace her skin. In this form, she gains the ability to soar through the air, granting her unparalleled mobility and a bird’s-eye view of the environment. As a crow, Élodie can fly at incredible speeds, escape tight situations, and travel long distances quickly. Her keen eyesight allows her to spot people or objects from high above. While transformed, Élodie cannot cast other spells but maintains complete awareness of her surroundings.

VEILCRAFT ⫻ Élodie Baptiste has a mastery of Veilcraft under the guidance of the Thorned Petal Society, specializing in spells that grant stealth, defense, and healing. This branch of magic allows her to conjure protective barriers, cloak herself and her allies in invisibility, and heal from a distance.

Stationary Barrier ⫻ Élodie conjures a thin, translucent forcefield, shaped into a square or rectangular form, that shimmers faintly with magical energy. Once cast, the barrier acts as an immovable shield anchored to a fixed point. It is large enough to protect against incoming attacks, both physical and magical, and can be used to block doorways or shield allies. The forcefield is sturdy but not indestructible—it can absorb a limited amount of damage before shattering. Élodie can customize the barrier’s size and orientation within her range, making it adaptable for different scenarios. However, once created, the barrier cannot be moved or adjusted, forcing Élodie to strategize its placement carefully.

Invisibility ⫻ With a swift incantation, Élodie cloaks herself or a chosen target in a magical veil, rendering them completely invisible. The enchantment bends light around the target, making them undetectable to the naked eye. While invisible, the target can move freely, although making loud noises or casting offensive spells will disrupt the effect. The invisibility lasts for a limited duration or until Élodie dispels it.

Restoration ⫻ Élodie extends her hand toward a distant ally, channeling her magic to heal them from afar. A shimmering light connects her to the target as their wounds begin to close, and their vitality is restored. The healing energy is gentle but potent, mending cuts, broken bones, and even more severe injuries depending on Élodie’s focus and stamina. Unlike most healing spells, Restoration allows Élodie to provide aid without direct contact, making it invaluable in combat situations where reaching an ally is too dangerous. However, healing large wounds or multiple injuries drains her stamina reserves quickly.

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ELEMENTALISM ⫻

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VEILCRAFT ⫻

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"In Tenebris Fortitudo."

Recollections: Primal Sinister

Princess E. Nadine

"I let her in, and she took everything."

_______________________________________________ Princess Esméralda Nadine She/Her | 18 | African-American | 5’9ft | 121lb _______________________________________________ Haunted. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I find joy in the little things I do." ___________________________________ [+] Social Media ⫻ Princess adeptly navigates various social media platforms, utilizing them as tools for communication, self-expression, and community engagement. She understands how to craft compelling posts, share her artistic creations, and connect with like-minded individuals. This proficiency allows her to build a supportive online community, advocate for important causes, and stay informed about current trends, reflecting her desire to make her voice heard. Cooking ⫻ Princess has honed her basic cooking skills, often preparing simple meals and snacks that emphasize family recipes passed down from her grandmother. This culinary knowledge allows her to nourish herself and others and serves as a comforting reminder of her family’s traditions. Whether whipping up her grandmother's famous cookies or experimenting with new dishes, cooking becomes a way for Princess to express her creativity and maintain a connection to her roots. First-Aid ⫻ Thanks to her mother’s background as a nurse, Princess has developed a solid understanding of basic first-aid techniques. She is familiar with handling minor injuries, performing CPR, and administering emergency care.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I prefer you judge me for my kindness, not my looks." The first thing people notice about Princess is her striking albinism, which contrasts with her African-American heritage. Her creamy, porcelain-like skin is so pale it makes her delicate features even more pronounced, especially her complete lips. Her afro-textured hair and distinct complexion give her an ethereal, almost otherworldly appearance. The second thing people notice is how naturally she commands attention. She carries herself with a quiet, unassuming grace that makes her presence impossible to ignore. Her demeanor is calm and kind, yet her gaze reveals a depth as if she’s experienced far more than her youthful appearance would suggest. Standing at five-nine, Princess is tall with a slender yet toned frame that gives her a vibe, almost like a ballerina. Her limbs are long; her figure is proportioned with soft curves that accentuate her femininity and figure. Her 34B bust is delicate and in harmony with her slim build, but her hips and butt tell a different story - full and round. Her behind, notably more prominent than her chest, adds to her silhouette, drawing attention and giving her a pear-shaped shape despite her slenderness. Her hair is a cascade of golden curls, light and springy, pulled back into a high ponytail that bounces as she walks. Her hair color, a vibrant blonde bordering on white, contrasts beautifully with her skin. Her brows and lashes are almost invisible due to their light color, but this only accentuates her eyes' cool shade, which seems to shift between icy blue and gray depending on the light. Her eyes, framed by those delicate pale lashes, give her a piercing, almost hypnotic stare. Despite her gentle aura, Princess's posture is vital. She walks with a straight back and head held high, embodying a quiet regality, as though she’s fully aware of her name and the grace that comes with it. Princess's style prefers comfort without sacrificing her natural beauty. She often opts for minimalist outfits, usually in whites, creams, and soft pastels that complement her unique complexion. Though she leans toward comfort, she frequently wears leggings paired with loose tops or sweaters.

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"I could have been a hero."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Princess' primary objective is to break free from the suffocating grip of Nyrah's control. This force has dictated her actions and caused immeasurable destruction in her wake. Deeply aware of the chaos and heartbreak she inadvertently inflicted on Cloverfield during her time as Nyrah's vessel, she is driven by a profound and desperate need for atonement. This desire for redemption fuels her determination to reclaim her life, restore her sense of self, and reconnect with her estranged family and community. Princess envisions a future where she can step out from the shadows of her past mistakes, embracing the simple joys of everyday life, one filled with genuine relationships and the mundane activities that were once taken for granted. She understands that to achieve her goal; she must confront the remnants of her past and her fears and insecurities, ultimately seeking the courage to face Nyrah and the darkness that once consumed her. Through this path of healing and reconciliation, Princess aims to redefine her identity, emerging not as a mere shadow of her former self but as a beacon of hope for those who suffered alongside her.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Princess holds a profound belief that true strength lies not in wielding power but in the courage to acknowledge one’s mistakes and take responsibility for the consequences of those actions. Having served as Nyrah’s vessel, she is acutely aware of the pain and destruction she caused to her community and family, shaping her philosophy as she seeks redemption. To Esméralda, protecting others is fundamental to her newfound purpose; every act of kindness, bravery, and support is a step toward atoning for her past. She actively seeks opportunities to help those in need—whether guiding lost souls away from danger, restoring what was broken, or providing comfort to those suffering from the scars left by Nyrah’s rampage. Princess understands that her journey involves grand gestures and the small, everyday choices that reflect her growth. Embodying the protective spirit she once cherished, she aims to rebuild her lost trust and honor her sisters' memories. Ultimately, her philosophy becomes a driving force behind her actions, inspiring those around her to embrace their paths of growth and responsibility, creating a ripple effect of healing in the community she longs to serve.

SECRETS ⫻ None of note. While she carries deep guilt and regret, she is open about her past and her ongoing struggles with Nyrah’s influence, hoping that honesty will help her heal.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Princess never had the chance to explore her sexuality, a void in her life made more profound by the chaos of her transformation into Nyrah's vessel and her focus on familial responsibilities. This inexperience adds to her longing and loss as she navigates her path to redemption. Attracted to both genders - anyone who offers comfort and understanding — Princess yearns for genuine connections amid her isolation. Her vulnerability draws her to those who show empathy, fueling her desire for companionship.

FEARS ⫻ Princess grapples with profound fears that shape her every action and thought. Chief among them is the dread of losing control again; she is haunted by the terrifying possibility that if she allows her defenses to weaken, Nyrah could resurface, unleashing chaos and destruction once more. This fear keeps her in constant vigilance, preventing her from fully engaging with the world around her and pushing away those who might offer comfort or companionship. Compounding this anxiety is the guilt that gnaws at her conscience regarding her sisters' deaths. The mere thought of encountering their Apparitions fills her with dread, as she believes they would hold her accountable for the devastation she wrought while possessed by Nyrah. This fear of judgment further isolates her, intensifying her longing for forgiveness that seems perpetually out of reach. Adding to her torment is the terror of abandonment; the idea of being alone or unsupported frightens her, as the unbreakable bond she shared with her family was the foundation of her existence before the Cataclysm.

WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ During the Cataclysm, Princess was not just a witness or bystander to the destruction; she was the catalyst for it, a tragic irony that still haunts her. Under Nyrah’s control, her body became a vessel of chaos and despair, tearing through the peaceful realm of Cloverfield and leaving devastation in her wake. Though her consciousness remained trapped within, she could only watch in horror as she turned into an instrument of terror. The echoes of destruction reverberated through her mind as she saw her beloved sisters fall, their spirits extinguished one by one, and the Fourleaf Coven, the very family she had cherished, crumbled to dust. Each act of violence and chaos, each moment of despair that unfolded, carved deep wounds of guilt into her soul. This helplessness, coupled with the realization that she was both the weapon and the victim, leaves her trapped in a cycle of remorse, forever haunted by the specters of her past and the irreversible consequences of her actions.

FLAWS ⫻ Princess's impulsiveness manifests as a driving force in her quest for redemption, often pushing her to make rash decisions that can jeopardize her safety and the well-being of others. This tendency is fueled by a deep-seated need to prove herself, but it frequently leads her into precarious situations where her impulsive choices create more chaos than resolution. Coupled with her impulsiveness is a profound self-doubt that shadows her every step. Princess constantly questions her worth, fearing that she will never be able to escape Nyrah's control, which undermines her confidence and leaves her vulnerable to despair. Additionally, her overprotectiveness can border on obsession, driven by the guilt of her past actions. She often feels an overwhelming need to shield those around her from potential harm, even if it means sacrificing her well-being or alienating those she loves. This desire to protect can sometimes manifest as a refusal to allow others to take risks or make their own decisions, reflecting her fear of losing control and causing more devastation. Princess tends to withdraw from others out of fear that her presence might bring danger or misfortune, leading to loneliness and lacking support when she needs it most. This isolation only deepens her self-doubt and feelings of guilt. She often gets lost in her thoughts, replaying past events and decisions, which can paralyze her in the present. This overthinking makes it difficult for her to act decisively, causing her to miss opportunities for growth and connection.

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"She's not who I am... at least that's what I think."

Princess Esméralda Nadine grew up in Cloverfield’s South Bank long before the Cataclysm ravaged her home. As the youngest of four sisters, she was doted on and quietly determined to prove herself. Her family — her father, a hardworking steelworker, and her mother, a nurse — worked long hours to provide for their girls, and the bond between the sisters was strong, a constant source of stability in their lives—her three older sisters. Janelle, Ari, and Tasha had distinct personalities that shaped Princess’s upbringing. The eldest, Janelle, was the nurturing one, always tending to her younger siblings with a gentle hand. She often read stories to Princess, filling her imagination with fantastical worlds far beyond the South Bank. Ari, the bold middle sister, was always challenging authority, especially their parents, and pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable. She was fiercely independent and a natural protector, taking risks to ensure her sisters were safe. Tasha, closest in age to Princess, was the quiet observer, absorbing everything with a wise, watchful demeanor. She didn’t speak often, but when she did, her words carried weight, and Princess looked up to her calm, reflective nature.

Though Princess was the youngest, she was determined not to be overshadowed by her sisters. She admired their strengths and often felt she needed to find her place within the family. Yet, something inside her always felt like she didn’t quite fit the mold they had set. She was impulsive, headstrong, and sometimes too eager to prove her worth, leading her into situations her sisters would have avoided. Despite this, she loved them deeply, and they, in turn, were fiercely protective of their youngest sibling. One evening, shortly after Princess's sixteenth birthday, their grandmother. a woman with a presence that always felt larger than life. came to visit. Unlike the typical warm and lighthearted reunions, this visit carried a sense of solemnity. As the sisters gathered around, their grandmother pulled Princess aside, her expression unusually serious. She pulled out a curious object from her worn pouch: an emerald forming the shape of a four-leaf clover.

Princess’s grandmother held the Cloverstone, its emerald surface gleaming with golden veins. The stone pulsed gently in her hands, symbolizing their family’s strength and history. No larger than Princess’s palm, this gem held the power to make its wielder faster, stronger, and nearly invulnerable. Princess felt its energy surge, promising immense potential as she took it. Intrigued but confused, Princess took the stone, feeling its strange weight in her hand. She didn’t understand what her grandmother meant about it changing her, but as the nights passed, she began to notice things. She felt more robust, faster—more alive, as though the world around her had slowed down just enough for her to stay ahead. Her body seemed to harden as if she was becoming unbreakable, and one night, while standing atop the highest building in the South Bank, she discovered that she could fly.

At first, the Cloverstone made her feel invincible, and the power coursing through her veins filled her with an intoxicating sense of freedom. But it also made her reckless and impulsive. She began taking unnecessary risks, rushing into danger without thinking. Her sisters, especially Janelle and Ari, grew concerned. They could see the changes in her, how the power had made her reckless, more prone to acting without considering the consequences.
Meanwhile, Janelle and Tasha, feeling the weight of the magical scene in Cloverfield, began discussing the idea of forming a coven. They envisioned creating a group dedicated to protecting their community, independent of legacy or tradition, but by loyalty and a shared determination to defend their home. It was about using the power they had, both magical and mundane, to stand against the forces threatening Cloverfield.

The Fourleaf Coven quickly expanded beyond its original trio, attracting like-minded teenagers from the South Bank who wielded magic and shared their vision. Together, they embarked on various adventures, from restoring a vandalized playground to confronting a gang using magic to intimidate local businesses. Princess often pushed for riskier missions to prove herself among her sisters and friends. Her recklessness, however, led to dangerous situations that tested the coven's limits. Determined to prove her worth, she convinced the coven to pursue a rare artifact that could amplify their magical abilities. Princess ignored her sisters’ cautious advice but led the charge without a plan. Her reckless approach nearly cost them their lives when they faced a powerful entity guarding the artifact. It took the quick thinking of her sisters and friends to escape the disaster.

As Princess stood on the precipice of her ambitions, the Cloverstone pulsed with energy in her pocket, echoing the desperate need to prove herself. Nyrah the Ravager watched in the shadows; the allure of power was irresistible, whispering promises of greatness that Princess had longed for her entire life. Nyrah knew the pain of loss and desperation; she could sense Princess's longing for validation, her urge to rise above the shadows cast by her sisters. When the time was right, Nyrah approached, appearing as a vision cloaked in the semblance of what once was.

"Princess," she whispered, "I can grant you the power to protect your family and your home."

Captivated by the dragon’s promise, Princess felt a magnetic pull toward Nyrah’s energy. This could be the breakthrough she’d sought, the catalyst to elevate her above her sisters. But Nyrah's nature was not one of benevolence; it was a hunger that twisted and corrupted all it touched. Yet, at that moment, Princess was blinded by ambition and eagerness and was willing to accept the risk. With a reckless heart, she opened herself to Nyrah’s essence, thinking she could harness and control it. She was instantly consumed by the dark tides of Nyrah’s chaotic power, her mind shrouded in a fog of fury and bloodlust. Now a vessel for Nyrah, Princess's consciousness became a prisoner within her own body, a mere observer of the destruction that unfolded. The transformation twisted her appearance, merging her with Nyrah's grotesque features. As Princess relinquished control, she felt the thrill of power over her, intoxicating and brutal.

Nyrah, now entirely in control of Princess, unleashed her corrosive magic upon the Four Leaf Coven in an explosive power surge. The once-thriving sanctuary crumbled as Princess's sisters, Janelle, Ari, and Tasha, stood helpless against the onslaught. One by one, the coven members fell, including all three Princess' sisters, their vibrant spirits extinguished. At that moment, Princess’ identity was lost forever, consumed by Nyrah’s insatiable thirst for destruction and the weight of her own family’s blood on her hands. Then Nyrah turned her attention towards the rest of Cloverfield...

From the heart of Cloverfield, they surged through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Entire neighborhoods crumbled as Nyrah unleashed torrents of corrosive acid, reducing structures to ruin and leaving nothing but toxic wastelands behind. Buildings collapsed like dominoes, and the ground shook beneath them. Those who survived fled in terror, their homes reduced to memories. The destruction was catastrophic, leaving behind a scarred landscape that would haunt the remaining inhabitants forever. Princess could see everything; she was acutely aware of the lives lost and the cries of terror that echoed in her ears, but she was powerless to stop it. The guilt clawed at her, a visceral reminder of the person she once was - a protector, a sister, a daughter.

As Nyrah's rampage devastated Cloverfield, a coalition from across Dazzle came together to confront her chaos—adepts, Aberrations, and Apparitions, once divided, united against the twisted amalgamation of Princess and Nyrah. The final battle erupted in the city's ruins, where spells collided with Nyrah's corrosive attacks. The coalition fought fiercely, forming barriers to shield themselves from the acid rain while launching coordinated assaults. A powerful Adept managed to stun Nyrah momentarily, allowing the alliance to strike back with a spell harnessing their combined Lux.

As Nyrah unleashed a desperate final attack, a group of Adepts initiated a sealing ritual. With a colossal sigil of light, they bound Nyrah's essence. The dragon roared in defiance, but it was too late. She was sealed within Princess, her chaotic power in the vessel that once symbolized hope. In the battle's aftermath, Princess was trapped in a living nightmare. Nyrah’s essence, now a dark presence within her, echoed with the memories of destruction and bloodshed. Though she had been a vessel for chaos, Princess was haunted by the faces of those she had killed—her sisters and the members of the Four Leaf Coven.

Every moment was a struggle between the remnants of her former self and Nyrah's insatiable hunger. Princess fought desperately to cling to some semblance of normalcy, desperately seeking solace in the memories of her life before the devastation. She longed to reconnect with her surviving family and friends, but the haunting guilt gnawed at her, reminding her of the terror she had unleashed upon Cloverfield. Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw not just her reflection but the grotesque visage of Nyrah, a reminder of her guilt and madness. The world around her bore the scars of her actions, the toxic wastelands a testament to her betrayal.

Princess tried to reclaim her life, got a life, and sought forgiveness from those who had lost so much. Yet the specter of Nyrah loomed ever-present, always waiting for an opportunity to break free. The once bright light of her spirit flickered under the weight of her guilt and the chaos within her. Each day became a battle against the demons of her past. Would she ever find peace? Would she be able to atone for the destruction she had wrought due to her impulsiveness?

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"Sometimes I feel like a ghost in my own skin."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Adjoined).

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Primal Devastation, the chaotic embodiment of Nyrah's influence, allows Princess to transform her body in horrific, unpredictable ways grotesquely.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Princess wields a warped version of Primal Devastation, a chaotic manifestation of Nyrah’s influence. Unlike Nyrah, who revels in sheer destruction, Princess’s Primal Devastation is unpredictable and difficult to control, resulting in grotesque transformations that reflect her connection to the dragon Apparition. One of her core abilities allows her to transform her body parts into Nyrah's monstrous features. When she activates this power, her skin can sprout thick, scaly armor, protecting against physical and magical attacks. Claws can erupt from her fingers, sharp and deadly, capable of rending flesh and armor with terrifying ease. She can also create additional snake-like limbs from her body, granting her enhanced reach and the ability to restrain enemies easily. These limbs, often sprouting from her arms, are a chaotic blend of beauty and horror; they can be smooth and twisted like a serpent or covered in jagged scales.

Princess can partially control these extra limbs in moments of focus, giving them unique characteristics. Some might sprout jaws lined with razor-sharp teeth, ready to snap at anything that comes too close, while others could develop eyes that provide them with a broader range of perception. She can even shape them into hands with elongated fingers that are agile enough to grasp and manipulate objects, or she might unleash a long, snake-like tail that can wrap around foes to immobilize them. Each limb possesses immense strength, allowing her to lift heavy objects and overpower opponents, turning her into a nightmarish force of nature.

Princess can manifest massive, skeletal wings that unfurl from her back, resembling a formidable framework of bone with sharp, blade-like edges. These wings grant her the ability to fly, allowing her to soar through the skies. However, their transformation is notoriously inconsistent; they might fail her when she needs them most, leaving her vulnerable. In moments of stress, the wings may hesitate to appear or fail to lift her high enough. Her most alarming feature is the ability to spit corrosive acid, a sickly greenish substance that can melt through armor and flesh. This acidic projectile leaves behind toxic remnants, creating a harrowing landscape of decay wherever she unleashes it.

Adding to the horror, Princess can regenerate extremely fast allowing her to recover from injuries in mere seconds. However, this rapid healing comes with terrifying consequences; her form can shift unpredictably, resulting in grotesque mutations that distort her appearance. Limbs may elongate, facial features twist into nightmarish visages, and her skin can alternate between smooth and scaly, each transformation more horrific than the last. In moments of stress or extreme danger, her form might spiral into a chaotic frenzy—limbs may erupt from her back, her spine may twist painfully, or her facial features may elongate into something nightmarish, merging her humanity with the primal horror of Nyrah. One moment, she might appear as an ordinary girl; the next, she could be a horrifying amalgamation of dragon and human. In moments of intense focus, fueled by sheer desperation, Princess can revert to her regular form, but the process is agonizing.

LIMITS ⫻ the transformations themselves are not always reliable. Although she can sprout claws or snake-like limbs, these features may not manifest when she needs them most, often leaving her vulnerable in critical situations. Her attempts to harness her powers can backfire in high-stress scenarios, resulting in incomplete or flawed transformations that can hinder her rather than help. Another significant limit is the toll that rapid regeneration takes on her body. While she can heal quickly, this process often triggers grotesque mutations that distort her physical form. Each healing session can lead to unforeseen changes, making it difficult for her to maintain a stable identity. In moments of injury, instead of simply recovering, she risks spiraling into chaotic transformations that could make her unrecognizable to herself and those around her. Lastly, despite her ability to partially control the additional limbs sprout from her body, this control is limited and can falter under duress. In moments of panic or overwhelming emotion, these limbs may act independently or lash uncontrollably, putting her and those around her at risk. This unpredictability adds a layer of complexity to her powers, forcing her to navigate not just the chaos of battle but also the chaos within herself.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Both the manifestation, and reversion, of Princess' transformations are incredibly painful to her. The more she manifests the more pain she'll be in - to the point she could black out temporarily, making her transformations a double edged sword. They're often uncontrollable - she might be trying to grow scales, but without full concentration ends up with claws. Reverting any changes is not only painful, but incredibly difficult. After managing to revert back to her regular form, Princess will be exhausted and weak. Without rest she'll be an easy target. The more changes, the weaker she'll be - so after healing, or high stress situations, once she finally manages to revert back she'll be weak and sick for at least a day.

Unfortunately for Princess, her pain doesn't end when she manages to revert back to her normal form. On top of general lethargy and weakness, whatever part of her body transformed will be painful and extra weakened. She essentially suffers from muscle weakness. If she grew wings, she'll have crippling backpain. Claws cause her hands to be so weak she can barely hold a pencil for the next day, ect.

Her extra limbs are an extension to herself - which means if they're damaged it will hurt her just like her normal limbs. If one's cut off, which could happen more easily depending what they're like, she'll suffer from blood loss and be forced to heal. The extra limbs are a constant drain on her stamina. She has to concentrate to control them, and this is a further drain on her. Princess isn't resistant to her own corrosive acid - nor are her allies. It destroys anything it touches.

Ironically, what Princess needs the most to solidify her control is support from other people - something her own Abstraction works against. People remember Nyrah the Ravager, and it's easy to see her in Princess' groteque transformations. People might be terrified of her, or they might try to hurt or kill her. Most people will have a negative reaction to her appearance - and people who begin to get close to her in her regular form might abandon her the moment she transforms in front of them. As well, theres even a select few that will find her grotesque, scaly form sexy - and she'll have to deal with them being incredibly weird with her because of it.

Each time Princess transforms - against or of her own will - she loses a little bit of herself. The more she transforms, the less she'll be Princess, and the more she'll be an amalgamation of who she was once was and the Apparition trapped within her.

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Recollections: Primal Sinister

Princess E. Nadine

"I let her in, and she took everything."

_______________________________________________ Princess Esméralda Nadine She/Her | 18 | African-American | 5’9ft | 121lb _______________________________________________ Haunted. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I find joy in the little things I do." ___________________________________ [+] Social Media ⫻ Princess adeptly navigates various social media platforms, utilizing them as tools for communication, self-expression, and community engagement. She understands how to craft compelling posts, share her artistic creations, and connect with like-minded individuals. This proficiency allows her to build a supportive online community, advocate for important causes, and stay informed about current trends, reflecting her desire to make her voice heard. Cooking ⫻ Princess has honed her basic cooking skills, often preparing simple meals and snacks that emphasize family recipes passed down from her grandmother. This culinary knowledge allows her to nourish herself and others and serves as a comforting reminder of her family’s traditions. Whether whipping up her grandmother's famous cookies or experimenting with new dishes, cooking becomes a way for Princess to express her creativity and maintain a connection to her roots. First-Aid ⫻ Thanks to her mother’s background as a nurse, Princess has developed a solid understanding of basic first-aid techniques. She is familiar with handling minor injuries, performing CPR, and administering emergency care.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I prefer you judge me for my kindness, not my looks." The first thing people notice about Princess is her striking albinism, which contrasts with her African-American heritage. Her creamy, porcelain-like skin is so pale it makes her delicate features even more pronounced, especially her complete lips. Her afro-textured hair and distinct complexion give her an ethereal, almost otherworldly appearance. The second thing people notice is how naturally she commands attention. She carries herself with a quiet, unassuming grace that makes her presence impossible to ignore. Her demeanor is calm and kind, yet her gaze reveals a depth as if she’s experienced far more than her youthful appearance would suggest. Standing at five-nine, Princess is tall with a slender yet toned frame that gives her a vibe, almost like a ballerina. Her limbs are long; her figure is proportioned with soft curves that accentuate her femininity and figure. Her 34B bust is delicate and in harmony with her slim build, but her hips and butt tell a different story - full and round. Her behind, notably more prominent than her chest, adds to her silhouette, drawing attention and giving her a pear-shaped shape despite her slenderness. Her hair is a cascade of golden curls, light and springy, pulled back into a high ponytail that bounces as she walks. Her hair color, a vibrant blonde bordering on white, contrasts beautifully with her skin. Her brows and lashes are almost invisible due to their light color, but this only accentuates her eyes' cool shade, which seems to shift between icy blue and gray depending on the light. Her eyes, framed by those delicate pale lashes, give her a piercing, almost hypnotic stare. Despite her gentle aura, Princess's posture is vital. She walks with a straight back and head held high, embodying a quiet regality, as though she’s fully aware of her name and the grace that comes with it. Princess's style prefers comfort without sacrificing her natural beauty. She often opts for minimalist outfits, usually in whites, creams, and soft pastels that complement her unique complexion. Though she leans toward comfort, she frequently wears leggings paired with loose tops or sweaters.

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"I could have been a hero."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Princess' primary objective is to break free from the suffocating grip of Nyrah's control. This force has dictated her actions and caused immeasurable destruction in her wake. Deeply aware of the chaos and heartbreak she inadvertently inflicted on Cloverfield during her time as Nyrah's vessel, she is driven by a profound and desperate need for atonement. This desire for redemption fuels her determination to reclaim her life, restore her sense of self, and reconnect with her estranged family and community. Princess envisions a future where she can step out from the shadows of her past mistakes, embracing the simple joys of everyday life, one filled with genuine relationships and the mundane activities that were once taken for granted. She understands that to achieve her goal; she must confront the remnants of her past and her fears and insecurities, ultimately seeking the courage to face Nyrah and the darkness that once consumed her. Through this path of healing and reconciliation, Princess aims to redefine her identity, emerging not as a mere shadow of her former self but as a beacon of hope for those who suffered alongside her.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Princess holds a profound belief that true strength lies not in wielding power but in the courage to acknowledge one’s mistakes and take responsibility for the consequences of those actions. Having served as Nyrah’s vessel, she is acutely aware of the pain and destruction she caused to her community and family, shaping her philosophy as she seeks redemption. To Esméralda, protecting others is fundamental to her newfound purpose; every act of kindness, bravery, and support is a step toward atoning for her past. She actively seeks opportunities to help those in need—whether guiding lost souls away from danger, restoring what was broken, or providing comfort to those suffering from the scars left by Nyrah’s rampage. Princess understands that her journey involves grand gestures and the small, everyday choices that reflect her growth. Embodying the protective spirit she once cherished, she aims to rebuild her lost trust and honor her sisters' memories. Ultimately, her philosophy becomes a driving force behind her actions, inspiring those around her to embrace their paths of growth and responsibility, creating a ripple effect of healing in the community she longs to serve.

SECRETS ⫻ None of note. While she carries deep guilt and regret, she is open about her past and her ongoing struggles with Nyrah’s influence, hoping that honesty will help her heal.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Princess never had the chance to explore her sexuality, a void in her life made more profound by the chaos of her transformation into Nyrah's vessel and her focus on familial responsibilities. This inexperience adds to her longing and loss as she navigates her path to redemption. Attracted to both genders - anyone who offers comfort and understanding — Princess yearns for genuine connections amid her isolation. Her vulnerability draws her to those who show empathy, fueling her desire for companionship.

FEARS ⫻ Princess grapples with profound fears that shape her every action and thought. Chief among them is the dread of losing control again; she is haunted by the terrifying possibility that if she allows her defenses to weaken, Nyrah could resurface, unleashing chaos and destruction once more. This fear keeps her in constant vigilance, preventing her from fully engaging with the world around her and pushing away those who might offer comfort or companionship. Compounding this anxiety is the guilt that gnaws at her conscience regarding her sisters' deaths. The mere thought of encountering their Apparitions fills her with dread, as she believes they would hold her accountable for the devastation she wrought while possessed by Nyrah. This fear of judgment further isolates her, intensifying her longing for forgiveness that seems perpetually out of reach. Adding to her torment is the terror of abandonment; the idea of being alone or unsupported frightens her, as the unbreakable bond she shared with her family was the foundation of her existence before the Cataclysm.

WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ During the Cataclysm, Princess was not just a witness or bystander to the destruction; she was the catalyst for it, a tragic irony that still haunts her. Under Nyrah’s control, her body became a vessel of chaos and despair, tearing through the peaceful realm of Cloverfield and leaving devastation in her wake. Though her consciousness remained trapped within, she could only watch in horror as she turned into an instrument of terror. The echoes of destruction reverberated through her mind as she saw her beloved sisters fall, their spirits extinguished one by one, and the Fourleaf Coven, the very family she had cherished, crumbled to dust. Each act of violence and chaos, each moment of despair that unfolded, carved deep wounds of guilt into her soul. This helplessness, coupled with the realization that she was both the weapon and the victim, leaves her trapped in a cycle of remorse, forever haunted by the specters of her past and the irreversible consequences of her actions.

FLAWS ⫻ Princess's impulsiveness manifests as a driving force in her quest for redemption, often pushing her to make rash decisions that can jeopardize her safety and the well-being of others. This tendency is fueled by a deep-seated need to prove herself, but it frequently leads her into precarious situations where her impulsive choices create more chaos than resolution. Coupled with her impulsiveness is a profound self-doubt that shadows her every step. Princess constantly questions her worth, fearing that she will never be able to escape Nyrah's control, which undermines her confidence and leaves her vulnerable to despair. Additionally, her overprotectiveness can border on obsession, driven by the guilt of her past actions. She often feels an overwhelming need to shield those around her from potential harm, even if it means sacrificing her well-being or alienating those she loves. This desire to protect can sometimes manifest as a refusal to allow others to take risks or make their own decisions, reflecting her fear of losing control and causing more devastation. Princess tends to withdraw from others out of fear that her presence might bring danger or misfortune, leading to loneliness and lacking support when she needs it most. This isolation only deepens her self-doubt and feelings of guilt. She often gets lost in her thoughts, replaying past events and decisions, which can paralyze her in the present. This overthinking makes it difficult for her to act decisively, causing her to miss opportunities for growth and connection.

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"She's not who I am... at least that's what I think."

Princess Esméralda Nadine grew up in Cloverfield’s South Bank long before the Cataclysm ravaged her home. As the youngest of four sisters, she was doted on and quietly determined to prove herself. Her family — her father, a hardworking steelworker, and her mother, a nurse — worked long hours to provide for their girls, and the bond between the sisters was strong, a constant source of stability in their lives—her three older sisters. Janelle, Ari, and Tasha had distinct personalities that shaped Princess’s upbringing. The eldest, Janelle, was the nurturing one, always tending to her younger siblings with a gentle hand. She often read stories to Princess, filling her imagination with fantastical worlds far beyond the South Bank. Ari, the bold middle sister, was always challenging authority, especially their parents, and pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable. She was fiercely independent and a natural protector, taking risks to ensure her sisters were safe. Tasha, closest in age to Princess, was the quiet observer, absorbing everything with a wise, watchful demeanor. She didn’t speak often, but when she did, her words carried weight, and Princess looked up to her calm, reflective nature.

Though Princess was the youngest, she was determined not to be overshadowed by her sisters. She admired their strengths and often felt she needed to find her place within the family. Yet, something inside her always felt like she didn’t quite fit the mold they had set. She was impulsive, headstrong, and sometimes too eager to prove her worth, leading her into situations her sisters would have avoided. Despite this, she loved them deeply, and they, in turn, were fiercely protective of their youngest sibling. One evening, shortly after Princess's sixteenth birthday, their grandmother. a woman with a presence that always felt larger than life. came to visit. Unlike the typical warm and lighthearted reunions, this visit carried a sense of solemnity. As the sisters gathered around, their grandmother pulled Princess aside, her expression unusually serious. She pulled out a curious object from her worn pouch: an emerald forming the shape of a four-leaf clover.

Princess’s grandmother held the Cloverstone, its emerald surface gleaming with golden veins. The stone pulsed gently in her hands, symbolizing their family’s strength and history. No larger than Princess’s palm, this gem held the power to make its wielder faster, stronger, and nearly invulnerable. Princess felt its energy surge, promising immense potential as she took it. Intrigued but confused, Princess took the stone, feeling its strange weight in her hand. She didn’t understand what her grandmother meant about it changing her, but as the nights passed, she began to notice things. She felt more robust, faster—more alive, as though the world around her had slowed down just enough for her to stay ahead. Her body seemed to harden as if she was becoming unbreakable, and one night, while standing atop the highest building in the South Bank, she discovered that she could fly.

At first, the Cloverstone made her feel invincible, and the power coursing through her veins filled her with an intoxicating sense of freedom. But it also made her reckless and impulsive. She began taking unnecessary risks, rushing into danger without thinking. Her sisters, especially Janelle and Ari, grew concerned. They could see the changes in her, how the power had made her reckless, more prone to acting without considering the consequences.
Meanwhile, Janelle and Tasha, feeling the weight of the magical scene in Cloverfield, began discussing the idea of forming a coven. They envisioned creating a group dedicated to protecting their community, independent of legacy or tradition, but by loyalty and a shared determination to defend their home. It was about using the power they had, both magical and mundane, to stand against the forces threatening Cloverfield.

The Fourleaf Coven quickly expanded beyond its original trio, attracting like-minded teenagers from the South Bank who wielded magic and shared their vision. Together, they embarked on various adventures, from restoring a vandalized playground to confronting a gang using magic to intimidate local businesses. Princess often pushed for riskier missions to prove herself among her sisters and friends. Her recklessness, however, led to dangerous situations that tested the coven's limits. Determined to prove her worth, she convinced the coven to pursue a rare artifact that could amplify their magical abilities. Princess ignored her sisters’ cautious advice but led the charge without a plan. Her reckless approach nearly cost them their lives when they faced a powerful entity guarding the artifact. It took the quick thinking of her sisters and friends to escape the disaster.

As Princess stood on the precipice of her ambitions, the Cloverstone pulsed with energy in her pocket, echoing the desperate need to prove herself. Nyrah the Ravager watched in the shadows; the allure of power was irresistible, whispering promises of greatness that Princess had longed for her entire life. Nyrah knew the pain of loss and desperation; she could sense Princess's longing for validation, her urge to rise above the shadows cast by her sisters. When the time was right, Nyrah approached, appearing as a vision cloaked in the semblance of what once was.

"Princess," she whispered, "I can grant you the power to protect your family and your home."

Captivated by the dragon’s promise, Princess felt a magnetic pull toward Nyrah’s energy. This could be the breakthrough she’d sought, the catalyst to elevate her above her sisters. But Nyrah's nature was not one of benevolence; it was a hunger that twisted and corrupted all it touched. Yet, at that moment, Princess was blinded by ambition and eagerness and was willing to accept the risk. With a reckless heart, she opened herself to Nyrah’s essence, thinking she could harness and control it. She was instantly consumed by the dark tides of Nyrah’s chaotic power, her mind shrouded in a fog of fury and bloodlust. Now a vessel for Nyrah, Princess's consciousness became a prisoner within her own body, a mere observer of the destruction that unfolded. The transformation twisted her appearance, merging her with Nyrah's grotesque features. As Princess relinquished control, she felt the thrill of power over her, intoxicating and brutal.

Nyrah, now entirely in control of Princess, unleashed her corrosive magic upon the Four Leaf Coven in an explosive power surge. The once-thriving sanctuary crumbled as Princess's sisters, Janelle, Ari, and Tasha, stood helpless against the onslaught. One by one, the coven members fell, including all three Princess' sisters, their vibrant spirits extinguished. At that moment, Princess’ identity was lost forever, consumed by Nyrah’s insatiable thirst for destruction and the weight of her own family’s blood on her hands. Then Nyrah turned her attention towards the rest of Cloverfield...

From the heart of Cloverfield, they surged through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Entire neighborhoods crumbled as Nyrah unleashed torrents of corrosive acid, reducing structures to ruin and leaving nothing but toxic wastelands behind. Buildings collapsed like dominoes, and the ground shook beneath them. Those who survived fled in terror, their homes reduced to memories. The destruction was catastrophic, leaving behind a scarred landscape that would haunt the remaining inhabitants forever. Princess could see everything; she was acutely aware of the lives lost and the cries of terror that echoed in her ears, but she was powerless to stop it. The guilt clawed at her, a visceral reminder of the person she once was - a protector, a sister, a daughter.

As Nyrah's rampage devastated Cloverfield, a coalition from across Dazzle came together to confront her chaos—adepts, Aberrations, and Apparitions, once divided, united against the twisted amalgamation of Princess and Nyrah. The final battle erupted in the city's ruins, where spells collided with Nyrah's corrosive attacks. The coalition fought fiercely, forming barriers to shield themselves from the acid rain while launching coordinated assaults. A powerful Adept managed to stun Nyrah momentarily, allowing the alliance to strike back with a spell harnessing their combined Lux.

As Nyrah unleashed a desperate final attack, a group of Adepts initiated a sealing ritual. With a colossal sigil of light, they bound Nyrah's essence. The dragon roared in defiance, but it was too late. She was sealed within Princess, her chaotic power in the vessel that once symbolized hope. In the battle's aftermath, Princess was trapped in a living nightmare. Nyrah’s essence, now a dark presence within her, echoed with the memories of destruction and bloodshed. Though she had been a vessel for chaos, Princess was haunted by the faces of those she had killed—her sisters and the members of the Four Leaf Coven.

Every moment was a struggle between the remnants of her former self and Nyrah's insatiable hunger. Princess fought desperately to cling to some semblance of normalcy, desperately seeking solace in the memories of her life before the devastation. She longed to reconnect with her surviving family and friends, but the haunting guilt gnawed at her, reminding her of the terror she had unleashed upon Cloverfield. Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw not just her reflection but the grotesque visage of Nyrah, a reminder of her guilt and madness. The world around her bore the scars of her actions, the toxic wastelands a testament to her betrayal.

Princess tried to reclaim her life, got a life, and sought forgiveness from those who had lost so much. Yet the specter of Nyrah loomed ever-present, always waiting for an opportunity to break free. The once bright light of her spirit flickered under the weight of her guilt and the chaos within her. Each day became a battle against the demons of her past. Would she ever find peace? Would she be able to atone for the destruction she had wrought due to her impulsiveness?

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"Sometimes I feel like a ghost in my own skin."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Adjoined).

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Primal Devastation, the chaotic embodiment of Nyrah's influence, allows Princess to transform her body in horrific, unpredictable ways grotesquely.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Princess wields a warped version of Primal Devastation, a chaotic manifestation of Nyrah’s influence. Unlike Nyrah, who revels in sheer destruction, Princess’s Primal Devastation is unpredictable and difficult to control, resulting in grotesque transformations that reflect her connection to the dragon Apparition. One of her core abilities allows her to transform her body parts into Nyrah's monstrous features. When she activates this power, her skin can sprout thick, scaly armor, protecting against physical and magical attacks. Claws can erupt from her fingers, sharp and deadly, capable of rending flesh and armor with terrifying ease. She can also create additional snake-like limbs from her body, granting her enhanced reach and the ability to restrain enemies easily. These limbs, often sprouting from her arms, are a chaotic blend of beauty and horror; they can be smooth and twisted like a serpent or covered in jagged scales.

Princess can partially control these extra limbs in moments of focus, giving them unique characteristics. Some might sprout jaws lined with razor-sharp teeth, ready to snap at anything that comes too close, while others could develop eyes that provide them with a broader range of perception. She can even shape them into hands with elongated fingers that are agile enough to grasp and manipulate objects, or she might unleash a long, snake-like tail that can wrap around foes to immobilize them. Each limb possesses immense strength, allowing her to lift heavy objects and overpower opponents, turning her into a nightmarish force of nature.

Princess can manifest massive, skeletal wings that unfurl from her back, resembling a formidable framework of bone with sharp, blade-like edges. These wings grant her the ability to fly, allowing her to soar through the skies. However, their transformation is notoriously inconsistent; they might fail her when she needs them most, leaving her vulnerable. In moments of stress, the wings may hesitate to appear or fail to lift her high enough. Her most alarming feature is the ability to spit corrosive acid, a sickly greenish substance that can melt through armor and flesh. This acidic projectile leaves behind toxic remnants, creating a harrowing landscape of decay wherever she unleashes it.

Adding to the horror, Princess can regenerate extremely fast allowing her to recover from injuries in mere seconds. However, this rapid healing comes with terrifying consequences; her form can shift unpredictably, resulting in grotesque mutations that distort her appearance. Limbs may elongate, facial features twist into nightmarish visages, and her skin can alternate between smooth and scaly, each transformation more horrific than the last. In moments of stress or extreme danger, her form might spiral into a chaotic frenzy—limbs may erupt from her back, her spine may twist painfully, or her facial features may elongate into something nightmarish, merging her humanity with the primal horror of Nyrah. One moment, she might appear as an ordinary girl; the next, she could be a horrifying amalgamation of dragon and human. In moments of intense focus, fueled by sheer desperation, Princess can revert to her regular form, but the process is agonizing.

LIMITS ⫻ the transformations themselves are not always reliable. Although she can sprout claws or snake-like limbs, these features may not manifest when she needs them most, often leaving her vulnerable in critical situations. Her attempts to harness her powers can backfire in high-stress scenarios, resulting in incomplete or flawed transformations that can hinder her rather than help. Another significant limit is the toll that rapid regeneration takes on her body. While she can heal quickly, this process often triggers grotesque mutations that distort her physical form. Each healing session can lead to unforeseen changes, making it difficult for her to maintain a stable identity. In moments of injury, instead of simply recovering, she risks spiraling into chaotic transformations that could make her unrecognizable to herself and those around her. Lastly, despite her ability to partially control the additional limbs sprout from her body, this control is limited and can falter under duress. In moments of panic or overwhelming emotion, these limbs may act independently or lash uncontrollably, putting her and those around her at risk. This unpredictability adds a layer of complexity to her powers, forcing her to navigate not just the chaos of battle but also the chaos within herself.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ ANYTHING else you can think of. ANYTHING. This ability is meant to be powerful on paper... but actually just suck.

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Nyrah The Ravager

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5,583 | Nyrah The Ravager | She/Her "I will be reborn."

Description: Nyrah the Ravager is a monstrous dragon Apparition, a twisted embodiment of primal rage. Once majestic, her body is now a grotesque fusion of skeletal wings, tendrils, and exposed bones. Her cracked skin is covered with jagged spikes and oozing gashes, and her serpentine body is lined with protruding spines and uneven, clawed limbs as if struggling to maintain form. Long ago, Nyrah was a revered guardian of the world of Night, a magnificent dragon. But when the Rampage, a brutal Apparition of pure destruction, invaded her realm, Nyrah was overwhelmed. Desperate to save her people, she sought the power of an ancient Apparition, Chaos, which promised her the strength to defeat the Rampage. Merging with Chaos, she drove the Rampage out in a fierce battle, but the victory came at a terrible cost. Chaos began to corrupt her body and mind, turning her into a force of destruction and erasing her once-noble spirit. Nyrah's descent into madness was swift and devastating. Once the savior of Night, she became its scourge, unleashing her newfound power in an uncontrollable rampage. Driven by Chaos’ influence, she obliterated the very lands she once swore to protect. Her people, those she had fought to save, perished by her hand. No longer able to distinguish friend from foe, Nyrah destroyed everything in her path until her realm became a desolate wasteland. After he merges with Chaos, Nyrah's power becomes increasingly unstable, causing her form to deteriorate and preventing her from using the full extent of her abstraction. To continue her rampage, she sought living vessels to anchor her essence and stabilize her power. Each time Nyrah abscised a host, she twisted them into instruments of her destruction. Through these unwilling vessels, she spread terror throughout the All-Verse. Eventually ending up in the world of Dazzle, Nyrah cunningly exploited Princess' desperation to prove herself to her Coven. Knowing that Princess sought to demonstrate her strength and earn their respect, Nyrah presented herself as a potential ally, whispering promises of unmatched power. Underestimating the ancient dragon’s influence, Princess believed she could control Nyrah and harness it to elevate her status within the Coven. In a moment of vulnerability, she willingly opened herself to Nyrah’s power, thinking she could control it. However, Nyrah seized control, abscising Princess and transforming her into a vessel for the dragon’s fury. What began as an attempt to prove her worth turned into a harrowing descent into chaos, with Nyrah using Princess's body to continue her rampage across Dazzle. For one long year, Princess was little more than a puppet, her mind trapped in a fog of madness while Nyrah used her to commit unspeakable atrocities and devastate Cloverfield. It wasn't until powerful Adepts managed to finally subdue Nyrah and seal her within Princess that the horrors ceased—but the damage had been done by then. Even though Nyrah is now contained, she remains a constant presence in Princess' life, lurking in the recesses of her mind, whispering promises of power and destruction, always waiting for an opportunity to break free again. Abstraction: Apparition - Primal Devastation. Nyrah the Ravager wields an Abstraction known as Primal Devastation, a brutal embodiment of her chaotic power focused on sheer physical destruction. Her primary ability allows her to exhale a corrosive acid instead of fire, a sickly greenish substance that melts through armor and flesh, leaving behind toxic wastelands in her wake. This acid inflicts excruciating pain and can corrode magical defenses, weakening spells and artifacts that dare to stand against her. In combat, Nyrah can manipulate her grotesque form to extend her skeletal wings into razor-sharp blades, slicing through anything in her path. Her tendrils, writhing and unnaturally flexible, lash out to trap enemies, dragging them closer to her disintegrating body. She can also launch spines from her back, each coated in acid, creating a rain of deadly projectiles that inflict wounds capable of causing slow, agonizing decay. Additionally, Nyrah possesses a regenerative that allows her to recover from injuries at an accelerated rate, rapidly mending her twisted form even while sustaining damage.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: The 317 (@NoriWasHere), and I guess everyone.

The Eleventh Path.

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Drake sat silently in his little corner of the Eleventh Path - the Peanut Buster before him had melted, as he didn't have the appetite for it. Auri was dead, and so were Be and Todd, but he honestly had no clue who they were; he could only sigh as he worried for Victoria, Amanda, Nikki, and the triplets - they were the real ones in danger here. He should be home protecting them... not wasting his time for the fourth time in a row. After all, these people won't care if they go down; it's only what personally affects them. However, Jack stepped up to the task, and finally, they had something to find Father Wolf so they could kill his ass already. Even though, for once, he could yap a little bit so they would know about these beautiful artifacts. The Elite is holding them. Drake didn't know much about the Eilte, but he knew they would be easy work for Drake Blackmore.

Finding out that Luna was trying to play them only elicited an eye-roll from Drake. Color me surprised. Drake thought to himself, chuckling. They should have just let him fry Luna when they had the chance instead of this stupid dog and pony show not to upset the mafia that they ended up pissing off anyway. Well, Greyson killed her at least, that's one good thing that jackass did. Before he could speak up, the leaders of the 317 showed up... Drake recalled them getting mentioned by Ruby and others during that disaster (aka the third meeting). Drake would give them the benefit of the doubt - at least they looked like they wanted to be here and weren't together out of necessity.

Greenwood showed up again. Drake thought better of them than one would first expect. If Sully is cool with them, Drake is cool with them. They explained the plan, and various people poked holes in it. But that wasn't what Drake was worried about. He wasn't worried about the 317, about Greenwood, hell, not even about Britney right now, even though even a dumbass could tell that she's going behind everyone's backs!

"... they have a monster named Scott Reese fighting for them-"

Octavia

Drake had to take a double take. Scott Reese was dead - or at least the Coven regarded him as dead. How the fuck was he alive and kicking? Actually why the fuck was he alive and kicking? Adora threw him into the ocean right when the final battle kicked off, and that was the last they heard of him. Then, everyone else was content with glossing over it. That wasn't cool. Before Drake spoke up, he glanced at Lynn and thought about what she told him yesterday - about those three dead chicks that are back to life for reasons she cannot explain.

... Why is all of this shit piling up at once? Drake thought to himself, sighing.

”Hey now, Amara's right, let's back up,” Drake said, raising his hands and turning towards Octavia, ”You just said the Scott Reese is back? The big darkness Hulk, dude? Next to impossible to kill?”

“He met our hulk and won without breaking a sweat,” Octavia paused as she pointed towards Jordan, “and Aryin, Linqian, Thomas, Cyrus, Jason. We threw everything we had at him and still lost.”

He raised his hand, astonished, as he addressed the Sycamore Tree "Coven", ”... And nobody wants to address that at all? Brooo... we gotta like find his ass and take care of him. Because you know he's going to be gunning for us.”

”... And have you considered that we can use these artifacts to do just that, Blackmore?” Britney cattily said, and Drake just shrugged.

”I'm just worried because, unlike some of ya'll, I got other people on the line here. Other people that can't handle that monster.”

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.

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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.

---

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.

---

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.”

---

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.