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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Autumn Hayes & Kashmira Sarai

Elysium Island - In the Tunnels of Monster Dick. Artifact Group.

Interactions: .

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Britney almost laughed.

In the blink of an eye, the entire plan went to shit, and they were now face to face with a mini-Kaiju with its red-hot dong out. The fact that she was proven so horribly right was drowned out by the fact that they were now in between a rock and a hard place: they could either use magic and alert the whole island, or get mauled by a monster and alert the entire island. Thankfully, Alizee was restraining the creature with her chains (which also didn't set off the alarm), and it thrashed as it choked - swinging its claws out at the group. Britney resisted the urge to just cut the damn thing's head off with the Noble Vow.

”What did ya'll do when you ran into a monster?” Adora asked Autumn.

"We avoided them all," Autumn nodded.

”Well, shit,” Adora hissed.

“What’s the fucking plan, here?!”

Aislin

”Plan is to keep it cool, and not blow our load,” Britney said in a whisper. ”We can still turn this around. Just got to play our cards right.”

They needed a plan; thankfully, Aislin knew who would have one. Britney turned to Layla and quietly asked, ”How far can you separate from Alizee? She can't die; if she gets destroyed, she'll just get returned to your soul.” Hopefully, Layla, as ditsy as she is, would get the plan: Alizee holds the monster down while the rest of them proceed...

"... Adept en route!" Autumn spoke out loud, "Red and Purple!"

”Yoooooo, you gotta be fucking kid-” Adora spoke out loud before cutting herself off and going back to whispering. ”Sloane, tell them we're leaving. This is-”

”No,” Britney said, ”It's just one hiccup. We can handle this.”

The ground began to rock.

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Ruby White, James Carmicheal, Amelia Dallon, "Lily" Santos, Jasmine Tsega, Lucia Scott, & Jessica Rosefey

Interactions: The Aggro/Support Groups (Specifically Rohan (@Blizz), Leon (@AtomicEmperor), ).

Elysium Island.

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Rohan healed Jess with the spear, and Ruby let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't long until Ruby pulled the spear out.

"Holy shit!" Jess shouted as her eyes shot open, "So THAT'S what it feels like!" Then she laughed.

"Shit! I thought you'd be fireproof!" James said with a cocky grin.

"Why do I need to be fireproof?!" Jessica laughed as she gestured forward. "Usually I'm miles-"

The Magma Titan burst out of the mansion and began marching towards them with its shoulders out. Jessica's jaw dropped as Ruby narrowed her eyes and grinned. "The bigger the challenge!" Ruby confidently said, "The bigger the reward!"

Ruby began barraging the Apparition with a barrage of Spring Beams as Jordan punched the Apparition (One bold motherfucker, that one.). The two attacks caused the burning-hot Phantasm to stumble backward a few steps before it roared, shaking the earth.

"Wish we had Pearl here!" Ruby said as she kept unloading magic beams into the horror. Amelia stepped up, and began to pelt the Apparition with cooling winds that diverted its flames into different directions. She kept it up as Ruby kept pounding it.

"Hey! Battery girl!" Jessica said to Lily. "Juice me up!"

"Aren't you just going to make it hotter?" Lily asked.

"No, no, no! I got a kinetic beam just for motherfuckers like this!" Jessica laughed as Lily wrapped her arms around her bicep and charged her up.

"Don't get cooked like a chicken!" Lily shouted, laughing.

"Don't worry about me!" Jessica stepped up, with a grin on her face as she raised her hands into the air. The sun began glowing brighter and brighter as Jessica looked over her shoulder at Lily. "Because I got the suuuuuuuuuuuuun on my side!"

A massive beam of kinetic energy came down on the sky directly atop the Apparition. It slammed into the ground with an enormous boom, almost knocking everyone off their feet.

"Oh you thought I was finished!?" Jessica shouted as the sun gleamed brighter again, and another powerful beam of Kinetic light came down from the sky directly onto the Apparition. Then another, and another. The impact created a deep crater in the ground, sending dust and debris everywhere. Jessica let up, and tilted her head in surprise.

"... It's still in one piece?!" Jessica shouted, "Someone go seal- Ooooooooh..."

Her jaw dropped as her eyes drifted upward; everyone's eyes drifted upward. Dozens of blasts of cyan-blue Ectoplasm with screaming faces rained down on them.

"... TAKE COVER!"

Ruby shouted as she ducked behind a shield, and the ground began shaking. Every blast of Ectoplasm went off like an explosion as it came down wild and indiscriminate. Explosion after explosion came as Ruby had her back to Stormy's shields.

"Where are they coming from!?" Jessica shouted.

"Don't know!" Ruby shouted, "We gotta find it quick!"

"... Some plan," Jasmine said, rolling her eyes as she took cover.

The Magma behemoth forced its way back to its feet, then began marching towards them, ignoring the blasts of ectoplasm that started to rain on it.

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Naomi Rodgers & Pearl Cho.

Interactions: T.

Elysium Island.

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Naomi swung from tree to tree... with Pearl's arms and legs wrapped around her.

Unlike Jack, Pearl didn't possess a mobility abstraction, and they had to improvise. Naomi had to carry her in a near-romantic swing, avoiding getting shot at by the zombies. But once Jack made it to the veil, it was gameday, and Naomi let go of Pearl. The plan was for Jack to yeet the Eustis Veil into the Void or for Rein to grab it so they can use it - then Naomi and Pearl go to the Support and Aggro groups, respectively. Though, the Eustis Veil was huge, about three stories tall! Naomi wondered how they were going to use it. However, the Veil was surrounded by armed zombie minions, and the apparent solution to that problem was to fight them. Naomi wasn't sure of Jack's capabilities, but a full-on attack would be suicide. However, Rien handled it with her summons, which restrained the zombies, and Pearl raised her hands and chanted. She summoned several icy spikes that cut through the air at lightning speeds and impaled the restrained zombies.

Then Naomi felt a bit useless, but they were...

She looked up and saw the Ectoplasm rain down on top of them.

"Oooooh, boy," Naomi's jaw dropped. "They ain't playin'..."

Pearl loudly chanted in Korean again before creating a dome of ice above them that tanked several of the blasts of Ectoplasm. Naomi reached down for the Radio and shouted,

"Weird ghost things are raining on us!" Naomi updated Ruby.

"Our position too!" Ruby responded. "Our shields are handling it, but are you okay?"

"Pearl's got us covered," Naomi responded. "Hopefully, these things will destroy the Veil for us."

"Someone's got eyes on us," Ruby responded, "Or they're just trying to blow up the island, not giving a fuck who they hit."

"What do you suggest we do?" Naomi asked.

"It's a crazy idea!" Ruby shouted, "... But turn the Veil back on!"

"I thought we were getting rid of it," Naomi snorted.

"Yeah, we were," Ruby responded, "But that was before the artillery started,"

There was a pause,

"They seem to be coming from way above the island," Ruby began, "If you keep the Veil secure, we can just turn it back off when we are ready to jet."

Naomi didn't respond.

"... Trust me on this one!" Ruby said.

Naomi looked up at the group to see what they thought.

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The rest of the Elite.

^{From the pov of Phillis Schmidt.}

Interactions: None.

Elysium Island.

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The mansion was nearly burnt to a crisp by their opening attack but still solid. Those bastards hadn't breached it yet, and Phillis suspected they weren't trying to. They had another plan, probably going for their artifacts or something stupid. Maybe if they asked nicely. However, from her estimations, most of the Elite were still alive. She slowly rose from the ground; a pool of inky darkness heralded her arrival in their bar - where most of the Elite were hanging out. They looked at Phillis, and Phillis shrugged,

"Our various enemies are besieging us; we are leaving and letting our 'Security Force' and Mafia friends handle it," Phillis announced, then stepped forward and tapped the darkness-covered ground a few times. "Step into the darkness if you wish to leave."

"And leave this action?!" Angela said with a devilish grin on her face, "You must be-"

Phillis pulled another of her Apparitions out of the metal rods, which raised a hand at Angela and electrocuted her, bringing her eldest child to her knees. Phillis placed her hands on her hips and said, "Child, do not let Turbulence control you." Phillis said, "You will have your time to shine... some other time, but not today. Let's go, everyone!"

The various members of the Elite gathered in the pool of darkness in the center of the room... except for Jiao-Long and Chunhua.

"... But my daughters are still here!" Jiao-Long shouted, "I refuse to leave them behind!"

Phillis didn't even turn her full gaze onto Jiao-Long, "... Then go find them." She began to sink into the darkness of the floor. "They are not my problem."

Jiao-Long will have to hitch a ride with Berlioz. Then, right as she was gone, she said,

"... Toodles,"

Hopefully, Jiao-Long and his family die on this island and make her plan just a little bit easier.

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

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Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin OST - Chaotic Playground

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”Hey! We went in the direction of the Kingdom!” Lisa smiled. ”Isn’t that convenient1?”

The spider landed, and Lisa looked around at the weird… carnival that loomed ahead, a jumble of sagging tents as booths lined the way forward. This carnival sprawled in from all directions, as its attractions seemed alive. They were twitching, groaning, and moving as if pulled by invisible threads. The ground beneath them was uneven, a mix of slick, black cobblestones and patches of pale, rubbery flesh that squished underfoot. The smell of burnt sugar mixed with the horrid stench of decay everywhere. At the center, a massive big top loomed overhead like a hungry mouth, beckoning them closer.

”Well,” Lisa shrugged, ”This place is weird. Who wants to see the carnival?!”

”Pass, Turner,” Yoko said with a nod of her head, ”The Autoknights are likely on our trail… Though, it is strange that their presence in this area is minimal....” Yoko rubbed her chin.

Lisa shrugged again.

”... They probably don’t like fun!”

"What part of this is fun?" Ella asked, gagging a bit. She covered her mouth and nose.

"All of it. Look at that flesh floor. Delightful. I wonder if it bleeds," Saskia intoned, while looking around. "Let’s keep going… carefully."

Lisa just shrugged as she commanded the spider to march forward, ”You know, I was thinking about that horse monster and…”

”… And?” Yoko asked.

”… If it’s got a dick, then that means it reproduces. And if it reproduces, there could be a whole pack of horse dicked monsters running around!” Lisa laughed, glancing at Ella as she knew that would get under her skin.

”… Yes, I’m certain they are all thriving in the freshly bombed city,” Yoko rolled her eyes.

"Hopefully the bombs got them all!" Ella shuddered, looking even more sick at the mention of the horse dick monsters.

"Only if there’s female ones too," Saskia pointed out. "Unless the ones with dicks also get pregnant. That’d be fun. I hope we come across another one. This time I want to-"

"Nooooooo!"

Yoko just shrugged, ”We’re going to encounter more weird situations like that, Disciple.” Yoko began, ”Get over it.”

Lisa was laughing the whole time. However, as they marched, there was a figure ahead—someone kneeling with their back to them, covered by red samurai-like armor.

”... Let’s go this way!” Lisa said, commanding the spider to take a right.

"But maybe it’s frien-"

"Absolutely not," Saskia hissed. They narrowed their eyes at whoever- or whatever- it was, not looking away. Waiting. Knife moving to their hand and gently pressing in.

”Yeah, have you met a friendly samurai before?!” Lisa snorted.

Then looked at Yoko, who was silent.

”... Other than Yoko!”

"There’s loads of friendly Samurai in anime!" Ella pouted.

"And this is real life. Where everything in here is going to try kill us," Saskia rolled her eyes.

"Alright, I get it, I wasn’t suggesting we go up to it and start a conversation or anything!"

”He was minding his business,” Yoko shrugged, ”We don't necessarily need to pick fights with ever-”

There was a burst of wind… And that kneeling stranger appeared right in front of them. There was a brief suspense…

”… Anata-tachi yonin ga, Ō-sama o sonna ni sawagashiku sasete iru no ka.” The figure spoke in Japanese and Lisa didn't understand a word, his back still to the four. “Hatanaka ga Pitto ni haitta koto wa shitte ita.”

Yoko unsheathed the Yokai Killer, gleaming brighter than ever—like a star. Yoko quickly resheathed it.

”Fuhn! Kisama wa teki ka? Wareware wa yousha wa shinai, Yōkai.” Yoko narrowed her eyes. “Dakara, omae wa sono mama susumu ga yoi.”

“Ō wa omae-tachi yonin o torae, ikashite tsuretekuru you ni watashi ni meijita. Shikashi, ano ochikobore ni wa watashi o shihai suru koto wa dekinai.” the stranger replied to Yoko. As he rose to his feet, brandishing a kanabo made out of stone, he turned around to reveal his full figure to them and said (in English this time!),

“... You three should leave,” The Samurai said, “I only want Hatanaka…”

"No way! We'd never abandon our friend," Ella declared, reaching out to put a hand on Yoko's shoulder. ”You should leave."

Saskia sighed. "For once I agree with Ella. No, we're not leaving."

Yoko also sighed, ”Look, if he wants me, then I cannot put the rest of you all in danger for my sake,” She trailed off, unsheathing the Yokai Killer slightly and still barraging the four with a blinding blue light. ”This Yokai… he is powerful. Something unlike anything we have ever faced.”

"So you'll just fight him alone?" Saskia intoned. "Normally I'd be all for it but…"

"No way, I can't let you die! A magical girl never leaves anyone behind! We're stronger together!" Ella insisted.

”As if,” Yoko seethed, ”I am no ordinary Adept… I am up to the task, Disciple.

”Fuck that,” Lisa laughed, ”We're not going to let you fight this psycho on your own!”

“If you are serious,” The Samurai said, “There is nothing else in this carnival other than us… I killed them all.”

He looked to the left and right as he dropped into stance,

“Let’s begin. I tire of waiting.”

Despite it all, a smirk crept across Lisa's lips.

Well, this is about to get interesting.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Elysium Island.

Interactions: Kenshiro (@AtomicEmperor).

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"Blackmore! Doomsday!"

Drake grinned from behind the barrier as he quickly closed the distance between Kenshiro and himself using electricity. He was barely processing the chaos around him (from that old dude shooting arrows at everyone to Jasper pulling out a whole ass gun) as he was striking down undead minion after undead minion. He glanced over his shoulder as he raised Sloane's stick and said,

”If ya'll wanna stay alive! Get back!” Drake screamed as an orb of plasma formed around them that glew several different shades of blue. It grew larger and larger as it pulled in the undead minions and burned them to ashes in seconds. The orb grew as it tore apart the undead horde-

That was when something straight out of the Hercules movie burst through the front of the building. It swelled to massive sizes, standing over them like a titan as he stood several times as large as the mansion. He stuck his hand out and fired at the treeline and the offensive group. He was so hot that he began to cause the flowers and trees to burst into flames.

And what was worse was that Doomsday was pulling him towards the group.

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Elysium Island.

Interactions: None (Britney doesn't interact with ppl with flat asses).

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Britney was not happy to be here.

Britney didn't trust Ruby or Greenwood that much (Ironically, she trusted them more than Sycamore). She didn't trust Ruby's plan—mainly because when it inevitably went south, it was basically, 'Hope the teleporters are still alive, ya'll!'. Nor did she trust the likes of Sloane, Clancy, Aislin, or Amara not to throw her under the bus at the earliest opportunity. Jack should be here after he's done yeeting the Veil into the Void, so that was a plus.

Naturally, Sloane was pushing her buttons immediately, demanding the radio. That little control freak has to be in charge, or she would throw a fit. Ruby gave Britney the radio because she attempted to touch bases with Greenwood rather than sit around in the corner pouting with Anya or screaming when things weren't going her way. Britney had every reason to tell Sloane to kiss her ass, but Britney knew when to pick her battles.

And this just wasn't one of them.

Britney silently handed off the radio without a word (Don't lose it!) and turned to see Clancy dart off. She hoped he knew precisely where he was going because she wouldn't make a rescue mission for the bastard. Everyone was so concerned with the Starving Dog that they completely forgot the monsters, security checkpoints, and probably traps in there... which was typical for Sycamore. Always overlooking the little things!

Britney just followed the Greenwood lady (Autumn? The quiet one) as she led them into the mansion.

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Autumn Hayes & Kashmira Sarai

Interactions: The Artifact Group, and specifically Clancy (@Zombiedude101).

Elysium Island.

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Autumn kept her mouth shut.

All she had to say was how if anything, Greenwood should be the ones getting the radio. Not just because Autumn could man the radio while keeping her hands free. Not just because Autumn knew the way but also because she probably had a better idea of what she was doing. Not just because she doubted Sycamore seemed constantly at each other's throats (given the tension spike between Sloane and Britney that even a blind man could notice). But because this was a Greenwood operation - given how little Sycamore contributed to the planning - they should leave things to those with experience with these things and not the fake coven. However, Autumn kept her mouth shut because tensions were already high between the two Covens, and she knew with a one-off comment that things would erupt when they didn't need them to.

Britney just handed off the radio, and things returned to normal.

However, that didn't help with the creeping anxiety that Layla provided just by being there. Autumn glanced in her direction. She knew that she had issues with Naomi, but Ruby also had a feeling that she might try to pull something on her or Kashmira. Then Autumn glanced in Kashmira's direction - who was gleaming with positivity and kindness. Autumn doubted Layla was dumb enough to pick a fight here, of all places, but Autumn couldn't let anything happen to Kasmira. However, things would be fine if she kept Layla in her view at all times. Autumn could spawn a second set of eyes, after all. The Apparition of Geneva Benard appeared right next to her and floated behind her.

Before she could get a chance to tell them to follow her lead, the weird kid ran off. Autumn narrowed her eyes at him, which was the only part of her not hidden underneath her grey face mask. Ruby didn't want the kid there, but it was ultimately Sycamore's choice - and their problem in case he got hurt. Autumn could hear the chaos in the distance before realizing they had to get a move on before they caught on. With the power of Geneva Benard's apparition, Autumn floated a few inches off the ground - high enough so that she wouldn't break any branches or set off any traps but low enough so that she wouldn't be that much more noticeable than before.

"No Adept will be able to sneak up on us," Autumn spoke. "I can't do much about anything else, but..."

She glanced at the mansion.

"... Let's go. I know the way."

Autumn began floating towards the first entrance. However, she remembered that the Eye of Ankhara was active, so she deactivated the Apparition she had used as a minion and started walking. She eventually made it to Clancy and nodded at him,

"Few more nearby. Can smell them."

Clancy

"... And we don't need to kill every zombie we come across," Autumn said, in a vague, fleeting hope that Clancy would remember the part where Ruby noted the artifact group would not have to pick a fight with everyone they come across. That was when Autumn kept going. Some distance away from the mansion was a hill covered by bushes, and Autumn pushed past it to reveal a slightly ajar door.

Those idiot still haven't fixed the lock.

Autumn glanced in the direction of the burning - oh, it was now suddenly iced over, that was something - mansion, listening to the barrage of gunfire and other magic in the distance. Autumn sighed as Ruby’s voice echoed: “Once y’all get past that, you'll hit the first security checkpoint. Cameras, motion sensors, the whole nine yards...”

With a sharp glance behind her, she gestured for the others to fall in line. She whispered, “Remember, this side entrance was our safest way in, but we’re on camera from here on out. No lights, no loud noises, and most importantly, no magic. Stick to shadows.”

They crept down the narrow corridor, Autumn's heart pounding as they approached the first security checkpoint. Sure enough, the faint glow of red sensor lights pulsed from the corners of the room ahead. Autumn stopped, raising her hand to halt the others.

“We’re close to the cameras,” She whispered. "We’ll need to time this right, or we’ll trip every alarm in this place."

Autumn surveyed the room, noting the slow sweep of the camera. It moved in a predictable pattern, pivoting from left to right and back again, with only a few seconds of blind spots in between. She turned towards it and said,

"We can easily slip past it; there are a few blind spots. Just remember we are in radius of the Eye of Ankhara, so we can't go too fast or else we'll trigger it and reveal ourselves to the whole island."

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“Sentinel Solutions.”

Interactions: None..

Elysium Island.

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The subhumans had little idea that they were poised to rain holy hell on top of them.

Berlioz stood on the edge of the ghostly pirate ship meant to be Kaiser Draeger's weapon for securing the city. Too bad that it never came to fruition - for him. Berlioz watched them from his binoculars before glancing at , the artifact on the ship's deck that rendered them completely invisible as they floated high above Elysium Island. Berlioz merely shook his head as he lowered the binoculars from his head and walked onto the deck.

"Shit, what the hell was that?!" Benjamin asked. "Almost hit us if I didn't get us out of the way in time!"

"The Subhumans are attacking the island," Berlioz said before he reached for the walkie-talkie. "Paige, are you okay?"

"Yes! The blast hit the mansion! Barely went underground!" Paige answered. "They are going all out, though!"

Berlioz sighed.

"All employees," He began. "Priority one,"

Ensure the safety of all New Thule Society members.

"And priority two,"

Ensure the safety of Blake Schmidt and his family to keep the money flowing.

"Copy," Paige and William said in unison.

"Am I going to rain holy hell on them?" Benjamin said, "I'm in the perfect position to do so."

"Right now, that would only cause us to lose the element of surprise,"

Berlioz nodded his head.

"I have a better idea," Berlioz began, "One that can rid all our subhuman enemies in one fell swoop. Or, at the very least, bluff them off the island."

Berlioz then shoved the walkie-talkie into Benjamin's hands as he walked toward the ship's edge. A portal opened off the edge.

"Hold this for me; I will be right back."

He hopped off, going through the portal that was closed behind him.

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Phillis Schmidt.

Interactions: Aggro Group (One of Phillis' Apparitions going right for them!)

Elysium Island.

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Ah, those savage Covens are here.

Who could have seen that coming?

What Phillis didn't see coming was the orbital nuke that damn near burnt the whole mansion down. It would have killed most of them if it was more substantial, but Phillis was thankful she was alive. She forced herself to her feet as smoke filled the room. Attacking them head-on while they were at their highest security measure was something... They must have found a way to get the Veil down. Phillis knew she should have tried harder to convince Blake not to over-rely on the Veil. Yet, it didn't matter now. She hoped that Berlioz could back up his tough talk and kill all members of Sycamore for them. Which would have been perfect for her plans.

For now, Phillis had to ensure that the Coven didn't wipe them out in one fell swoop - the last thing she wanted to do was get eliminated by a group of manchildren who called themselves "witches." She reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a keyring with several metal rods. She methodically went through them until she found just the right one. She placed her fingertips at the very end of it, slid it down, and pulled a frozen spirit out of it. It floated next to her as she placed her hand on her chin.

Suddenly, the burning mansion was wrapped in a raging blizzard as the fires were extinguished by the winds, which dropped the temperature substantially. She stuck the rod back out, and it hopped back inside on command. Then she glanced at the horde of zombies up front that might as well have been cannon fodder. Phillis went back to the keychain with all of the metal rods. She needed a few moments to get to her children, so she had to sacrifice one of her (many) tools to buy her a couple of minutes - maybe kill a few of them.

Volcanis.

Ah, perfect. She pulled himout of the metal rod and launched him through the front of the mansion as he swelled to titanic size. He let out a roar as he pointed his hand at the offensive line and unleashed a stream of fire at the treeline as he marched toward them.

While that was going on, Phillis pulled another Apparition out of a metal rod that hovered behind her. Suddenly, inky black darkness pooled underneath her feet as she sunk into the ground...

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The Greenwood Coven, & "Lily" Santos.

Elysium Island.

Interactions: Sully/Sloane (@Atrophy), Olivia (@NoriWasHere), Someone who's about to get cooked like a Thanksgiving Turkey (@Skai), & EVERYONE.

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”I-”

Drake tried to say before Sloane shoved the staff into his hands and walked off. Drake could feel the disgust in her eyes... He knew he fucked up big and didn't even get a chance to apologize - though, he wondered how much of that was the Coven's fault. This stuff... wasn't Drake's style; he would rather have just shocked Leon into submission if it came down to it. Now, his hands are full! But, indeed, if Drake breaks or loses it fighting rich people, surely she can make another?

”I'll keep it safe,” Drake muttered to himself.

Though he was going to do his best-

Explosions and bullets rang in the distance.

"What the fuck?!" Ruby's head whipped towards the mansion so fast that she almost gave herself whiplash. "Who the fuck blew their load!? Was it Sycamore?!" She sneered at Drake, who just shrugged.

"Hold yer' horses!" Jess said, putting her hands on her hips. "We just got here! No one left!"

"She is correct, Ruby," Pearl nodded. "It's likely something else."

"Well," Ruby shrugged, looking to the left and right. "While they're distracted..."

Ruby turned towards Jess and nodded at her. Suddenly, that new 317 member, Lily, ran over wearing all black and a facemask.

"... Light the fuse!"

Jess had a devious grin from one corner of her lip to the other. "... You know how long I've been waiting for this? Boutta makes a name for myself."

"Do it."

”What? Are you going to flex at them?” Drake laughed.

Jessica walked forward - Lily mere inches away from her - as she walked into view of the mansion. She looked over her shoulder at Lily, who wrapped her arms around Jessica's muscular arms. Suddenly, Lily's skeleton and nervous system illuminated through her flesh as arcs of purple electricity went from her body into Jess', which illuminated her nervous system and skeleton.

"Jesus, Mami," Lily laughed. "You on steroids?"

"Naw! Everything you see here is natural!" Jess grinned as she raised her hands. The heat went up around the mansion; the sun began shining brighter than ever before - nearly blinding. Jess started to laugh as the heat could be felt from their position, and it reached the point where they couldn't so much as see each other. Then Jess began laughing before she screamed...

^{"... THE POWER OF THE SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!"}

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Fight Song: American Guilt - Unknown Mortal Orchestra

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A beam of pure sunlight came from the heavens. It was massive, like an orbital strike, and it struck down on the mansion like God had found it blasphemous. However, the flash of light was so bright that it would have immediately blinded anyone looking directly at it. It took a few moments for the flash to fade, and Jess hit the ground, her right side incinerated.

"... Shit, shit, shit!" Ruby shouted as she ran over and knelt by her friend. "Jess!? What the fuck!?"

"The fuck happened?!" James shouted as he held the axe in both hands.

"I don-" Ruby shouted, "Sully! Olivia! Somebody! Bring your asses over here!"

Bullets began whirling by them. However, Stormy had erected barriers that blocked most of the gunfire. Drake quickly placed his back against one of the barriers. He peaked his head and noticed a legion of undead minions armed to the teeth coming towards them. Yet, he grinned. Too easy. One hand covered in lightning, and the other clutching this staff, he charged up one of his lightning strikes.

"Everyone! Stop gawking and attack!" Ruby screamed, kneeling, "I got this!"

James ran over to Drake and grinned at him as he leaned against the same barrier as him, with Shango's Axe hanging low. He flicked his axe into the air, and a barrage of lightning came down on the horde of zombies. Then he laughed at Drake.

”Haha,” Drake couldn't help but laugh himself. ”Show off.”

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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"In Tenebris Fortitudo."