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The Vanburen Estate"Georgie!" Sabrina hissed as Georgie just threw the skull into the pocket dimension and then just left. Sabrina did expect this type of behavior from Georgie, but was it helpful? No. Sabrina got the feeling that from all the bickering Georgie decided to be petty. Even though Sabrina wasn't too fond of this plan - too many risks for her family, who seem to be more interested in bickering and throwing shade than figuring out this curse - she could see that Georgie's idea was... not a good one. Of course, she decides to ruin their plan in the process too, and she knew what she was doing. However, Ezra maneuvered towards her and gave her an idea.
“I’d appreciate it if you could check on Georgie in a moment. Convince her that holding the football in a room by herself when we’re going up against a cult who can track ram skulls, open portals, and shapeshift might qualify as a fucking awful idea. She’s clever and probably has some kind of contingency plan, but she’d be safer with family. Take her with whichever group you’re joining. Wrap her up in blankets and drag her if you have to.”
The last sentence elected a chuckle from Sabrina. Because, honestly, tying up Georgie and dragging her down some stairs didn't sound like that bad of an idea... Bah, she doubted that she could get Georgie to come with them, however. Whenever that girl gets an idea in her head; it's next to impossible to get it out of there. However, she figured that, at the very least, she could get the skull from here. Though, she was wondering if that was a good idea either... but, she was going to do her part and then get it over to where they were setting up the trap.
However, the strange native American guy spoke up to Ezra. Sabrina has seen him around just performing but has never truly interacted with him a few times.
"Ugh..hi Ezra. Ummm...I can go fetch Georgiana for you if you'd like. Right...soooo, stealth is not a talent I possess, but I too have magic—like you guys. I can sort of, make people feel better, or something like that. Anyways, it's no trouble. I swear it."
While it wasn't Sabrina's place to butt in on a different person's conversation but she knew that it was a long shot for anyone but Sabrina to convince Georgie to come. She spoke to both Moon and Ezra at the same time... but mostly Ezra. "I think it'd be better if I go do it... no offense, but me and Georgie have a closer connection. I'm going to try to get her to come.... if not, I can get the skull from her. Then I'm going to head to the trap site, just believe in me."
However, her attention turned towards Justin because the second that Georgie threw the Skull in her little vagina dimension and strutted off, well...
... Professionalism went out the window very fast for Justin.
"Yo, what the fuck?!" He shouted at her as she pretty much just ignored him. Now, Justin got the idea that the Vanburens were spoiled and pampered their whole ass life - he knew that, from the gate, they were probably going to be more annoying than useful. For some of them, such as Oscar and Shane, they had proven themselves to be better than that. But, this... This right here pushed him over the edge. Justin bared his teeth as he had never seen something so petty and childish before in his life. Georgie knew the plan but just chucked the skull into her pocket dimension and stormed off by herself. Of fucking course. Because little miss thing is under the impression that she's better than everyone else here. Justin literally just said that the cult likely has the ability to sense where the skull is, and the trap isn't going to work if they can just bypass all that bullshit and whoop her ass. Maybe she was under the impression that the skull was safer under her care, but to be honest... Justin would rather the Horned God break free than anyone here dying.
He took a step towards Georgiana to metaphorically shove his foot up her ass and get the skull back when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked over expecting Shane or Oscar or somebody else but it was... Sabrina? He caught her name but she barely spoke until her little stupid idea.
"I'll handle her," Sabrina softly said before she did a quick jog over to the manor to go after Georgie. Justin shook his head as Ezra approached him.
“I’ll help find the healer. I don’t know if anyone here has anything that makes them stealthy. My ability is extremely versatile but can be finicky. I could potentially find a way to make myself stealthy with the right item. At the very least, I know that I can get us quietly through just about any locked door.”
Justin nodded his head.
"Good to hear, but we need to get a move on ASAP if we're going to pull this plan off," Justin sighed. "I'm going to hope your sister is going to make Princess-" Justin's new nickname for Georgie "play ball, but if not; we're going have to put the plan off until we get the Skull."
He started walking, before he announced to the group, "Anyone who's coming to make contact with the healer, come with me, we're touching off now."
He suddenly stopped, then he turned to Tuyen then said, "I know they're... a lot, but you should go with the other group." Before he nodded his head.
The Wiccan's "Lair" - Aka the Sunrise Resort.Deep within the woods of eastern Araminta lied a peculiar place: The Sunrises Resort. Araminta was probably the last place between locations like Lancaster and Philadelphia to attract tourism - well unless they had a fetish for train tracks and heroin addicts. Naturally, the place crashed and burned and became another den for the homeless that was only run out by the occasional sheriff. However, recently a new lot moved into the place and ran out all the degenerates... another group of degenerates. Ever since they moved in, not even the bravest homeless dared come close to the Sunrise. There were reports of the damned place being haunted or Wiccans worshipping Satan there... which wasn't all that wrong.
Whenever people were seen heading to that place, they were left alone even by the most vicious animals (perhaps they knew they weren't an easy target as they looked). There were some very strange things going on there, and not a soul dared to witness it in fear of losing their lives in the process. Every other night there was a fire lit there, one that's glow couldn't pierce the treeline but one that carried the weight of something wrong. It was possibly more concerning the nights in which it wasn't there.
The individuals that made up the Wiccan cult moved their way through the forest before the sun went down, and when it finally began the fire lit again. That unnerving presence scared away anyone that was nearby as they all assembled in the lobby. Members of the cult formed a circle around the fire, in front of the said fire was an innocent-looking white billygoat with a beard and it was chained to the wall by a chain that seemed to be rusted by blood.
The leader of the cult, Morgana, - the one wearing the red robe and the deer skull mask on - walked from behind holding a black cloth with a ceremonial jeweled knife on top of it. She marched towards the goat and handed the cloth off to Thea and grabbed onto the sacrificial weapon. She unsheathed it with a satisfying sound as she stepped towards the animal chosen as a sacrifice. The red-haired cult leader grabbed onto the poor goat by the horn, placed her blade to its throat. She didn't even waste any time before she slashed its throat and sprayed its blood all over the ground as it loudly cried out in pain. Before it expired and fell over onto the ground, Morgana knelt and gestured for two members of the Wiccans to come along and they helped roll the goat onto its back.
Morgana raised the knife high up into the air and brought it down on the dead goat's chest area... she cut the thing open like it was a turkey until she laid her eyes on the goal: its heart. Using the knife she cut the arteries she detached the thing - before she stood straight up and faced the fire. She brought the oozing heart to her chest and whispered the prayer...
"Maiden of the waxing Moon, Mother of the full Moon, and the Crone of the waning Moon. Cursed be those that oppose your infinite beauty and wisdom and bless us with power and knowledge of your own. We, as your faithful servants, offer this sacrifice to you on this cold night and hope that you may access-"
Her prayer was interrupted by the door loudly creaking open and Morgana paused in utter shock as she immediately turned on her heel. The rest of the Wiccans watched as Samantha tried to slip into the room...
... Completely nude.
"God damn it, Sam!" Morgana hissed as she tossed the goat heart over her shoulder and it flew into the fire. "We were wearing robes, didn't you read the text I sent out?!"
"I don't read the stupid group chat because you all are always talking about weird shit in it!" Samantha hissed back before she added on, "But, I'm tired of trying to explain the bloodstains to the cleaners every other week!"
"You need to pay attention," Morgana rolled her eyes. "It's shit like this why the plan failed-"
"... no, the plan failed because it was fucking stupid! " Penelope's obnoxiously high-pitched voice pipped up from behind her own ram skull mask.
"The plan would have worked fine," Morgana answered.
"The plan would have worked fine," Penelope put her hands on her hips and shook her head back and forth in an obnoxious fashion as she mocked her leader. "If they were all retarded, obviously not as it went tits-up the second somebody with a working brain cell walked in."
"Well, I don't see you having any other better ideas, Penny." Morgana rolled her eyes.
Penelope's eyes shot open as she gave Morgana an empty look and she tensed up as she said.
"I had a whole fuckin' boatload of better ideas than trying to impersonate two random-ass chucklefucks and hoping that they could fucking distract the Vanburens long enough to find the Horned God," Penelope put both fists on her hips as she rolled her eyes and said, "Like, I don't know; maaaaaaaaaaybe have Thea honeypot her way into the bitch and grab it - they're rich as fuck and she's a tall blonde-haired white girl, it's a match made in fuckin heaven. Or, or, better yet, we could have just had Haley and Samantha sneak into the bitch and just grab it. Those rich motherfuckers wouldn't know a thing.'
Penelope snorted as she walked towards the fire and then turned her upper body back around towards Morgana, "But nooooooo, we had to go with your sister's fuckin' stupid idea. At the very fuckin' least it was a better idea than yours, Morgana." She rolled her eyes before she scoffed.
"Yeah, I bet you still fuckin' think than an upfront assault on the bitch would have worked."
"Penny," Daniel tried to reason with her. "That's enough."
"Yeah, listen to your boyfriend, Penny," Morgana hissed, "Before you get hurt."
"The boyfriend that almost wasn't here because you almost killed him," Penelope hissed at Morgana. "Like, what the fuck were you even thinking dragging him by a chain like that?"
"Thea could fix him, and she did," Morgana shrugged.
"And you know that Mother Theresa can't revive the dead, right?" Penelope tilted her head as she looked at Thea. "Shit like this is why you're basically a shitty leader and we have people coming in naked."
"Oooh, you just wish that you were that confident, Chica," Maxine teased as she slid her own mask off just to stick her tongue out at Penny.
"Shut up!" Penny replied.
Morgana stomped a foot on the ground.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up, Penny?!" Morgana summoned the chains in her hands.
"Try me, hot sauce hair," Penelope took a step forward and had a fire in one hand and water in the other.
"ENOUGH"
An orange bolt of lightning struck the fire and sent embers flying around in all directions. When the flash (and the ringing) faded, it revealed the image of the Triple Goddess. In her strange, three-faced glory, she floated above the flames and everyone had her attention. The being's three faces hovered around her face as they scanned each member of the Wiccan cult.
"Thornton Walters, Babylon the Great, the Nightmare..." The Triple Goddess listed off the three names and each face spoke in a different voice. "Three major threats that lurk here in Araminta and the whole lot of you are ready to tear at each other's throats. Disgraceful."
The fire dimmed for a second as the goat heart that was charred black from the fires floated out of the flames, it was launched off to the side as the Triple Goddess said. "The Goddess rejects your offering. Because of your buffoonery at the Estate, we may have lost our only window to save my brother."
She closed her eyes as she said.
"He's in a different dimension. I can sense the world he's in, however, I cannot pierce through it. Oh, I can only trace it to one person...."
"Oh, Goddess, how may we remedy this?" Morgana stuck her hands out as she faced the Triple Goddess and sent the chains back to hell.
"Hmph," The Triple Goddess's six eyes looked down at Morgana as she answered. "Stop acting like such a child and disgracing me or I will find another, more suitable leader."
The Goddess sighed as she said, "Right now, the Vanburens are plotting retaliation...." The Triple Goddess trailed off. "How you handle this, is truly up to you, Morgana. I would suggest that you flee and come up with a strategy and find my brother - but I'm certain that you will think of something to justify your position... if you don't want to end up the next sacrifice. Good day."
The Triple Goddess disappeared in another orange bolt of lightning and left the Wiccans staring at each other.
"... Well, good job, dumbass we lost the skull for good, high fives all around!" Penelope clapped and put her hand up for Morgana to clap and she grit her teeth as the chains reappeared.
Thea sighed in relief, but she saw the tension between the two and quickly got in between them. She had one hand up for Penelope, and another hand up for Morgana as she said, "Will you two please calm down?!" Thea shouted and played mediator between the two. "At the end of the day, we all could have done that just a little better and Penny, please,"
Penny put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes as she braced for Thea's mother Theresa act.
"... You can complain all you want about how bad the plan was, you still went into it."
Penelope scoffed.
"So, what's the plan, boss?" Maxine asked as she placed a hand on her hip. "Please don't tell me we're gonna let these rich bastards keep the Horned God and boss us around."
"Hell no," Morgana answered.
"Nooo, no, no!" Penny put her hands up. "We are not picking this fight."
"Yeah, let's just go," Thea pleaded. "What are we getting from this fight?"
Morgana summoned the chains and they cackled as they hit the ground and dragged on the ground as she marched towards the exit with a purpose. "We are going to please the Goddess, duh." She rolled her eyes. "If we blitzkrieg them right now, while they're planning, we're gonna win."
She stopped like she forgot something before she looked back at the Wiccan cult.
"If you don't want anything to do with it, then stay here. I'll handle it... I'd just advise that you cover your ears."
That was when she let out an ear-piercing scream... the same one that she let off in the manor. When she stopped, the ground began thumping, and her hell hounds broke through the ground. She menacingly laughed.
The Vanburen EstateSabrina crept through the Vanburen estate, quiet as a mouse. It was usually quiet at this hour but she was never used to it being this quiet. The threat of the Wiccans, the air soured by the curse and of course... she walked by the foyer which had a giant painting of James right up the stairs. She shuddered when she saw it, in the past she used to constantly tease her father about the painting. Oh, how egotistical it was. Now, it just constantly reminded her of what she had lost, seeing his face here. She was surprised that Ezra or Georgie didn't get the picture taken down at all, or maybe James stipulated in his will that the photo has to stay up at all costs. Either way, Sabrina passed through it to get to the eastern wing, where Georgie's room was.
She didn't want to sneak up on her sister, but at the same time she was worried about who else was lurking through these halls. Didn't want to come up, too loudly... She heard some sobbing right when she made it to Georgie's room and her heart sank. She suddenly understood that Georgie was simply acting out... but then the sobbing stopped. Sabrina knocked on the door pretty hard, which was contradictory to her "don't be too loud" plan.
"Georgie, can we talk?"
Outside the Sunrise ResortThe night was almost over Araminta, and Justin was hoping to had been come up with a plan and moved out but... not important. Snow crunched underneath his boot from each step as he manuevered through the woods... he wasn't very fond of this plan not because of the plan itself, but because of the people executing it. It seemed that the Vanburens were more concerned with pointless bickering than, you know, solving their curse. However, it was asking for way too much for a bunch of rich kids to focus on the bigger picture for just a short period of time. He was going to make the best of a shitty situation and hope that they can be useful for just a short period of time. He glanced at his phone, and knew that they were going in the right direction and all they had to do was keep heading in this-
An orange bolt of lightning struck not too far away from them and Justin jolted. It was similar to the one that the Triple Goddess escaped in which made Justin realize that they were definitely on the right track. A few moments later another bolt of lightning appeared and he heard Morgana screamed.
"Shit!" Justin hissed underneath his breath. He turned back towards his group and then said. "We might have been discovered."
He put a hand on his chin and pondered. While it was likely that the Wiccans have some ability to discover them, there was nothing definite. He looked at his group, before he asked,
"Before we get a move on, what do you all think?"
