"This place is off limits, take your petty bullshit somewhere else."
. . . . 317 Rich Street
The 317 is a loosely organized faction in St. Portwell based out of an old industrial complex just off the main street. The group started on Main Street in a small storefront but quickly expanded due to popular demand and a sudden influx of artists from around the area, and from around the country as a whole. They have gotten their name from their street address, 317 Rich Street, which was an old industrial complex. Faith and Octavia, the two founders, bought the property together after a sudden influx of money that has been rumored to be due to Faith’s abstraction. Ever since they bought it seven years ago it has been brought up to modern code, however, the heart of the complex has remained without change as it was vital to Faith to keep it’s unique industrial aesthetic and atmospheric feel. Faith argued that the complex was as apart of the community's history as any other building, and she has worked hard to ensure that it remains as such. There are two wings to the building and they are connected in the middle by a large-open air community space. Food trucks dot the ends of it, allowing all who come to experience the delicious food of the local community. Underneath the building is a large basement where the 317 operates in full, and they have their paranormal services located here, including a divination table and medic station. They offer various services to the paranormal, and their most profitable is the cursed object business run by Faith.
They are a group that has a strong backing of paranormal artists and is one of the larger such groups in America. While not every artist has an art-based abstraction, every artist at least has an abstraction. They keep their paranormal dealings separate and out of the public eye during their open hours. The group does have a strict no-conflict policy on their premises and in the surrounding areas. They do not want to be drawn into any war with the various factions that call St. Portwell home, and with the recent gang war near the strip club, they have begun to enforce this even more. Any members caught supporting any other faction will be expelled with prejudice, as well any member caught cooperating with the PRA will be on their way out. Keeping the artist here safe, and employed, is more important to the leaders of the Cooperative than any amount of power that could be garnered from outside groups.
As they have grown, so too has their control over the area around the 317. While they are not a fighting force, they are led by three women with powerful abstractions that can often turn the tide if a rival group tries to poach their talent or push them from their space. Faith Ringgold, Sypha Fuchs, and Octavia Wilde are the primary powers in the Cooperative, and they ensure that the artists here always have a peaceful place to create and sell their art. Faith was the founder of the group after the Stygian Snakes rampage through the town. While she was never affiliated with any coven, she does know various members to some degree. Octavia joined a few years after its start and is the sister of current Sycamore Tree Coven member Jasper Wilde. She was never involved with the Coven either, however, Jasper’s recent return has put pressure on her shoulders. That is because she allowed Jasper to develop his talent within the confines of the Cooperative, and this exposure has allowed him to garner much more fame than anyone anticipated. His fame has brought attention on the 317, and attention has brought interest from outside groups. The Sycamore Tree’s recent fight with the biker gang, and with the PRA has made this even worse.
As things have started to get explosive in town once more, the 317 has begun to close ranks and keep a careful eye on every situation as it develops. The benefit of being a community hub is they often get information about the whereabouts and dealings of the various other groups, which will allow them to be ready if any group comes knocking. They are currently in possession of a few works of art that have apparitions sealed within. Their power, and their names, remain a mystery to all but Faith and Octavia. Rumor has it they are a pair of apparitions that have fought against each other for Eons, and if released they could spell trouble for any who is caught in their sick games.
Octavia.Wilde
28 | Octavia Wilde | She/Her[hr//]"Awwww looks like you walked right into that, sorry!"
Description:
Octavia is a short, petite woman who stands at a height of five feet and two inches tall. She has a lithe frame that is covered from the top of her shoulders to the tops of her feet in tattoos. There is no rhythm to the tattoos and most appear to have been done by very talented artists, and the line work, color work, and overall the quality is very high. She has got all of her tattoos from some of the very talented artists over at the 317.
She is the older sister of Jasper and she was present in St. Portwell during the attack on the Stygian Snake though she did not join the coven. Instead, she used her abstraction to help out where she could. She focused her abilities on fighting the Stygian Snakes monsters, and had a small army of them at her side by the time the fighting was over
Abstraction:
Spray Paint Spell Slinging
Octavia has a Red/Yellow Lux and her channeler is her ring which allows her to empower her spray paint cans and activate the sigils they create.
Spray Paint Spell Slinging: Octavia can enhance her spray paint cans with her lux, allowing them to paint sigils in the world that, when activated, can do a variety of different things. In a simple term, Spray Paint Spell Slinging focuses on hitting hard and hitting fast from range. She can create ice spears that fire on a target, enhance friends and structures to withstand punishment, and even summon defeated monsters to fight at her side. When Octavia activates her lux by pressing her ring to her spray paint can it will glow a dull white color. The paint from these cans will spray out and she can then form them into sigils, which she can then activate remotely with her ring.
Ice Shot: If Octavia wishes to use her Ice Shot, she must first create its sigil. The sigil is relatively simple to create, a circle with solid dots inside. There is no specific quality or number of dots, and as long as she is able to create the sigil it will work. However, the size of the sigil will effect what the spell is capable of doing. A small circle with three small dots will mean that three darts of ice get shot out. Whereas a large circle with ten bigger dots will ensure that Ice Shot shoots ten razor-sharp spears of ice. The fresher the paint, the stronger the sigil, and the more potent the spell becomes. She can create these sigils ahead of time, however, this would lose effectiveness before long.
She can further enhance this by making a sigil within a sigil. By spraying a second, larger ring around the sigil she can change Ice Shot into a more consistently firing spell. She can paint these sigils on walls, on canvas, on people, and any other surface that can hold the paint.
Creeping spears: Octavia can also send a wall of jagged ice forward. This wall of ice advances fast, and will move thirty feet in two seconds after activation. This will impale, push, and can even crush those unlucky enough to crush them under its weight. The sigil is three jagged v’s, with the top and bottom one hitting the circle they connect to. Octavia must ensure that there is a clean line where the sigils intersect.
The Wall: If defense is needed, Octavia can use a sigil that is a rectangle that sits inside a circle. The bigger the sigil, the bigger the wall however the height of the wall will always be the size of the rectangle. Therefore, if she would want to close off a passage the sigil would need to be the size of the passage itself.
Solid Support: If Octavia instead wishes to protect someone, she can paint the sigil of Solid Support on their back. The sigil is a more complicated one, and it is another circle with a person holding up the top of the circle. Once again, like Ice Shot, the bigger the sigil the stronger the effect however detail starts to become important. If the person is not making contact with the circle the power of the spell will not transfer properly. When activated, the sigil will freeze to the surface of whatever it is placed on.
She can also use this spell on solid surfaces to reinforce them. A door with the sigil on it might take three to five times as much force to breech, and the same goes for walls.
Sypha.Fuchs
28| Sypha Fuchs | They/Them [hr//]"I hope you aren’t squeamish"
Description:
Sypha is neither short nor are they tall, and they stand at a comfortable five foot six inches in height. They are often found wearing nice dresses, and a big coat during this season. Both her ears are pierced but they’re typically hidden under a mid length bob. They are always found wearing expensive rings and jewelry.
Sypha is a non-binary individual who hails from Boston. They spent most of their younger years on the East coast. They worked in an art gallery for a few years before they underwent her kindling event when a rogue agent attempted to bring a great evil into the world, and was only saved my the timely intervention by PRA agents. With their new abstraction, Sypha was quickly brought into a coven in Boston before they discovered the 317. They quickly joined their crew and came on board, bringing their abstraction and art selling knowledge to the team.
Abstraction:
Sypha is a green lux adept who can use their own blood to either heal, or destroy, a target.
Exsanguinate: Sypha channeler is a Swiss Army knife. Their abstraction is called Exsanguinate and it allows them to use their blood in many ways, but always with a cost. In order to use their power they must first open their body up and allow the blood to flow, most commonly through the palm of their hand. When engaged, or when needed, they can shoot off up to ten tendrils made from their blood and can hit many targets at once. Once they hit, these tendrils burrow into their target where they await the next phase of the spell.
Crimson healer: Sypha has an innate healing ability that allows them to recover from most non-fatal injuries in rapid succession. They can extend this healing magic to various targets through their blood tendrils. The more targets they use it on the slower the heal works. This can mend broken bones, heal most lacerations, and can even fix complex internal injuries. This healing comes at the cost of blood loss. The connection consumes blood through the tendrils in both directions, meaning the longer Sypha heals the more blood both they and their target lose. There is a real risk that both could pass out.
Scarlet fever: Sypha can infect enemies through their tendrils with a fast-acting blood disease that causes a high fever, nausea, and dizziness. Rarely is this disease fatal, and a person can recover within an hour after the last dosage of this fever. This will once again inflict blood loss on Sypha through the use of their tendrils.
Sanguine Slash: They can also use their tendrils to slash, and manipulate objects. To slash at a target, Sypha must first gather and shape their tendrils into a blade shape, push more of their own blood into it, and then it is usable to slash. To manipulate an object or a person, they can impale a target with as many tendrils as needed, and then use the tendrils to pick up and throw the target.
After placing the 317 description on the OOC, it's awfully long and it looks a little bit weird compared to the other faction descriptions... maybe a more concise version is in order?
"Because someone is killing us all. He calls himself Father Wolf, and he's been killing us one by one, no matter where we are. Members in different countries have been killed, and four others were found stabbed to death yesterday... Just like Kali. Each had a wolf statue left beside them. We've come back together to try and figure out what's killing us. All of us have lost friends, like Kali, or family members. We're all at risk. Of course, that doesn't help you trust us. I don't expect trust. But if you throw us all in jail, it will be a lot more difficult to find the actual killer."
“I think I can say one thing for everyone here, and that while we’re a bunch of idiots. I mean just look who we have within our midst. We’re not murderers, and I think you know that. If you’re able to plan this operation you had to know where we would be, you have access to our phones. Check our location data for yesterday, I’m confident that you’ll see that no one was there when your colleague was killed. Was anything found with the agent, perhaps an idol of an animal perhaps?”
Meifeng was silent momentarily as her gaze danced between Anya and Lynn... who had elected to be the big girls and do the talking for them, as the rest of the Coven had barely said anything worth a response. However, Cindy Keagan leaned into Meifeng (having to get on her tippy toes just to reach her somewhat taller friend), and whispered,
"It's just like what Agent Mahendra and Agent You-Know-Who said,"
Meifeng was silent momentarily before she turned towards Lynn and said, "... A strange Wolf Idol was found by his body."
"If anyone did it, it was Everleigh. She was pretty close to shooting him yesterday!"
Meifeng tilted her head at Linqian, and smiled ear to ear as she flatly asked,
"... What in the Goddamn?"
“you’re very pretty,” t
Jasper couldn't see the look of confusion on Fiona's face when he whispered this filith her way. She looked to the left and to the right before she took off her mask and revealed her inhumanity to him.
However, at this point, Agent Page pointed at the bushes where Tayla was hiding and shouted, "There's a girl in those bushes! I've been tracking her with my birds since she got here."
Meifeng smiled as she clapped her hands, took a few steps towards the bush, and announced, "Since you want to be in our business, you can be apart of it... Come out slowly, with your hands up. We're excited to get to know you." She chuckled as she sarcastically said.
”What is the meaning of this!?”
At this point, a portal opened, and a man with a woman in his arms stepped through. The first thing that all the PRA Agents did was aim all of their rifles at him. Meifeng adjusted her glasses as she looked at him and said,
"As far as I can tell, it has nothing to do with you. So go back into your..." Meifeng trailed when she noticed Auri in his arms. "Auri Auclair... [iwhat[/i] happened to her?" Meifeng spoke as she looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Could I get some water, handsome?"
Maximilian awkwardly coughed as he looked at Lyss, then shouted, "Can I get a bottle of water, please?"
"I got it," Cindy said before she looked down at Luca and walked off to the PRA mobile command center.
Cindy returned from the PRA vehicle holding two bottles of water; she chucked one towards Maximilian, which he caught with both hands. She kept the other one in her hands as she walked over to Luca, then she sat down with her legs folded, and then... without seeming care, she lifted Luca's head with her arm so that it was in an upright position and stuck the bottle of water in his mouth. Luca decayed her arm, but she didn't so much as flinch as it decayed away more and more of her.
"... Don't worry about it, baby," Cindy said, "I am used to worse than this."
But, as Cindy was bottle feeding Luca, she craned her head around towards Meifeng and said, "... Meife- Agent Liao, I know I'm underneath you, but at the end of the day, I'm your friend... don't you think you're taking this too far?"
Meifeng whipped her head around towards Cindy and was silent as her friend continued.
"This baby-" and she was hoping that Luca didn't interpret that as her calling him a baby, "is coughing up blood, this girl almost bashed her head in, the church is on fire, and Agent Mayfield got injured."
From the spot where Sonya was laid out on the ground, she weakly raised a thumb in the air as she said, "Oh, this is nothing. I've suffered worse than this! Remember when I got my arms and legs ripped off, and I was swinging around with my tongue!?"
Sonya was silent for a moment.
"... As an aside, Trevor, can you heal me already!"
Cindy shook her head, before she continued.
"I know you-know-what, is still fresh on your mind, but that was an isolated incident. Enough is enough; you made your point and more." She narrowed her eyes at Meifeng.
"I have to agree," Maximilian said as he stared Meifeng dead on with his arms crossed. He continued as he floated towards Meifeng through the air. "We could have just arrested Everleigh at her apartment and left it at that..."
He pointed a hand toward the group and continued, "I know it's not my expertise, but none of these people look like killers... well..." He awkwardly coughed as his eyes landed on Everleigh, but he landed right in front of Meifeng and looked down at her.
"I know I'm technically just a Special Agent, but you forget that I have a lot of clout in this organization," He narrowed his eyes as he said, "You and I both know that Director Alcott will not be happy if they hear about this."
Meifeng was silent for a few moments.
Before she sighed and raised a hand in the air.
"... Uncuff them, we're letting them go..." Then she narrowed her eyes, turning her nose upwards as she looked at Everleigh and said, "... Except for her, she is coming with us."
The various Agents (sans Trevor because he's missing the skin off his hands) scrambled to uncuff everyone and Meifeng shook her head as she crossed her arms.
Cindy walked over to Jack and said, "Hey, I know it's not worth a lot, but I apologize for this... as a token of good faith, I can have Agent Obott heal the two of you."
Claire stood there, watching as the Stygian Snake rose from the darkness… its massive body blocking the night sky. Its eldritch red eyes shone brightly through the darkness as red electricity pierced through its body like an eldritch storm cloud. The Apparition recoiled for a moment before its jaw opened unnaturally and let out an echoing, blood-curdling scream that sounded vaguely human and was so loud that it hurt her ears; she had to drop her hockey stick as she had to grab her ears.
“... of fucking course,” Claire mused to herself; she bent forward and grabbed her hockey stick, and raised it in the air. Returning to her group, she announced, “Everyone, we gotta cut and run! We are not prepared for this fight!”
Alizée paled considerably and gave a nod to Claire.
"Shit, let's go," Bianca winced, boost dropping. With the hellhound gone, Linqian snapped out of her panic enough to react, glaring up at the snake. She stepped away from Bianca, body temperature rising to dangerous levels as she started to glow. There were still apparitions; they'd need to get through them to flee.
"Bea, stick with me," she hissed before beginning to burn her way through the constant wave of apparitions away from the snake.
Alizée slipstreamed behind Bianca, using her hands to ‘part the seas’ and scoop away handfuls of minions so Linqian had less to burn through. Like hell she was sticking around when the snake was so close by.
While this was going on, Jack took Reza to go make out in the corner.
At this point, the Stygian Snake had created a barrage of spear-like tendrils, ending in a barb. He created dozens and launched them at the group on the rooftop… each striking with enough force to shatter concrete and quickly flatten the buildings around them. Destroying a majority of its minions in the process
Several of the tendrils hit the building they were standing on…
“Everyone, jump!” Claire shouted as she hauled ass to the edge of the rooftop and lept… landing on the adjacent building with a roll. Fortunately, her barrier was enough to stop most of the damage from the roll. Amy had lept and landed next to Claire, using his club to take most of the impact by slamming it down first.
Alizée was the next to jump, balancing herself in the air and landing cleanly in a roll on cushioning void hands. They only felt a little cold.
"Fuuuuckkkkk," Linqian yelled as she jumped to the other roof, landing on her knees and rolling to the side, increased temperature making it only a little less painful. She immediately dropped it back to normal and turned around to catch Bianca as soon as she jumped over - like hell was she letting her get as hurt too.
A bright flash filled Claire’s eyes as Elsa and Zoey launched a monstrous bolt of lightning at the Stygian Snake… it had to be a distraction, as the two hauled ass down the fire escape immediately.
The light stung, but Alizée couldn't afford to let it slow her down. Alizée took a slightly faster approach than Claire, dropping from window sill to window sill until she reached the ground floor. She cast her eyes up, waiting for Claire and the rest to make it down safely. Linqian and Bianca ran for the fire escape, scaling down it as quickly as possible.
The Stygian Snake wrapped its dark tendrils around the building Zoey and Elsa were standing on… bringing it down as if it were styrofoam. Sending debris and a blinding cloud of dust in all directions. Claire prayed the two of them had made it off safely.
However, before Claire had a moment to think, Amy (a girl that was far smaller than her), scooped her up over her shoulder like it was nothing. “Hey, wa-” Claire tried to protest.
“No time, sugar!” Amy shouted as she lept towards one of the non-destroyed buildings… and slammed her kanabō against the wall, and it dug in; their momentum stopped just seconds later, and they were ground-level. Amy threw Claire off her shoulder and then stuck a booted foot against the wall to pull her club out.
“Thanks,” Claire said.
“Don’t mention it!” Amy shouted.
The two turned and ran in any direction the Stygian Snake was not in; Claire dug into her fucking utility belt that she had under this stupid robe and shouted, “Hey! Anya! ANYA!? Is this damn thing on?!”
"Yes? You don't need to shout."
“I thought the Wonder Women were keeping Stiggy busy!”
"Well, clearly they failed," Anya replied drily. "The situation is worse than expected. What's your status?"
“Our status?” Claire mused, “Our status is that we’re beating feet! We can’t take this thing on!”
However, the Stygian Snake dove into an alleyway, completely immersing itself in its shadows… before reappearing before the group, towering above them. Amy and Claire stopped as they looked at the Apparition in shadowy glory. It created a massive, club-like tendril made of darkness that violently slammed on the ground and swiped it across the area, knocking over buildings left and right.
“Shit!” Claire shouted before she turned her head over to Bianca. “Bianca!”
“... What are you planning?!” Amy shouted.
“Boost me!” Claire commanded.
“Heh,” Amy shouted as she slammed her club on the ground, creating fire, “I want in!”
"On it!" Bianca frowned, starting to boost Claire. Then, with great difficulty, she split it to boost Amy too. She'd just improved this spell recently… Claire bared teeth as she dropped her weight, digging herself into the asphalt, and stuck the hockey stick out like a shield. She sweat, as the tendril got closer and closer, and closer, and closer. However, she collided against the tendril, and with the help of Bianca’s boosting and Amy at her side, they could slow down the colossal tendril and bring it to a halt. It wasn’t easy, but Bianca, Linqian, and the others had an opening to escape..
“Ge-GET OUT OF HERE!”
Behind the group came a brightly colored pink snake out of the shadows. Its shape much like the Stygian Snake’s. It roared to get the snake’s attention. Behind it stood Tayla, pink lux activated for the illusion. Beside her was James; his orange lux added to her power, making the illusion real. Out of its mouth came barbs, similar to the ones it released earlier, but concentrated on one target, the Stygian Snake. The Stygian Snake countered the barbs with its shadowy tendrils, which wrapped around and knotted them.
The Stygian Snake quickly flew through the shadows with some unholy grace and wrapped itself around the illusion, constricting it.
“Get going, you guys! Or hit it! Something!” Tayla yelled. She could only hold the illusion for about five minutes without James’s help before she needed a break. James boosting it extended her time, but she’s afraid of the aftereffects if she exceeds the entire time limit.
It went without saying that Claire and Amy were a little bit tied down at the moment, as the Stygian Snake’s darkness was beginning to push them against the wall… it looked like they would get flattened, regardless of Abstraction. However, a portal opened behind him, and the Stygian Snake’s darkness gracefully pushed the two through it. The two fell on their ass and looked up to see Victoria and Drake Blackmore.
Drake had his makeshift wooden sword slung over his shoulder, crackling with electricity, and grinned, “Looks like we made it in the knick of time!” He laughed. “Don’t worry, the Blackmores got your back!”
“Drake, take this seriously!” Victoria rolled her eyes.
“Am I happy to see you!” Claire shouted as she raised her hands, and Victoria and Drake hoisted Amy and her to their feet. She looked around, and then Drake spoke again.
“We would have gotten here faster if Victoria hadn’t teleported us to St. Portwell in a different dimension.” Drake gave Victoria a shit-eating grin as she could only slap a hand into her face.
“... I’m still working on the spell.”
“Who gives a shit?” Amy said with a raised eyebrow. “Where are the others?”
However, the others made themselves known when the Stygian Snake destroyed the illusion… Amanda came flying in, slamming her hands together and creating a massive burst of fire and electricity that vaporized all the minions. She landed on the ground and wiped the sweat off her hands as the next up was Samantha Alger, who picked up a sedan and threw it at the Stygian Snake.
“By the power of the Sycamore, I will vanquish you!” Ella appeared in her magical girl glory, yelling a cringy catchphrase and hitting the Stygian Snake with prismatic light. Saskia rolled their eyes behind her, blood-forming long blades from her knuckles.
“... Thank you for making me vomit in my mouth, weirdo!” Emily G. Reed shouted after she loudly and dramatically gagged. Babylon floated over her shoulder with a delightful smile as she flamed them down. Other members of the Coven joined the fight: Ripley and Lionel Hunter, the Blackmores, Lynette Domingeuz, Paige Auclair, Carol Doyle, George Nelson, and more….
A spinning pile of bones slid onto the scene as if it was some type of blob… on top of it was the Coven’s leadership, Ashley Stone, Auri Auclair, and Daisy Hunter. Ashley pointed at the Stygian Snake as the other members of Sycamore came in, then grinned as she shouted
“... Go, Sycamore, go,”
Theater Group
Lisa experienced pure horror as her heart was pounding, and she stared up at the Stygian Snake in horror… while trying to reach into the pouch for her walkie-talkie. She grabbed it - almost dropping it - and finally raised it to her lips.
“J-Jinhai! The Stygian Snake… i-it’s… it’s…” She couldn’t get the words out. She was so scared right now. Before panicking, she shouted into the walkie-talkie, “... WHERE IS ADORA AND TRINITY?!”
"The woods," Jinhai replied, sounding more harried now. "They couldn't keep it contained."
There was a brief silence before Lisa continued calmly and reasonably...
“... YOU THINK?!”
She shook the walkie-talkie as she said it.
“Don’t worry, Lisa!” She could hear Adora on the other side. “We’re on our way!”
Their conversation was interrupted when something came crashing down some distance away like a meteorite… when the dust settled, it was revealed in its eldritch glory—a tall, demonic-looking man with razor-sharp claws, and a wide and sinister grin. Many would recognize this creature as Scott Reese, the man behind the massacre at the party before everything went wrong. He walked over to a stop sign and pulled it out of the ground as if it was nothing… facing the group as he menacingly sauntered before sprinting. His heavy footsteps could be heard from down the street.
“Uh-um, Jinhai!?” Lisa spoke into the walkie-talkie, “Scott Reese is here, too! What do you advise!?”
"Run," Jinhai said succinctly. "Towards the woods. Olivia, try to slow him down."
“Run… Okay, run… okay… we can do that..” Lisa said.
Olivia, who also had a walkie-talkie and had been tuned into the same channel, said, "I'll try!"
Olivia pulled back in all her vines before using them to form a thorny wall across the street between them and Scott - ten feet tall, likely not enough to stop him but enough to slow him down.
“Fuuuck,” Jasper shouted as he stood up and watched as the vine wall blocked off Scott, “I’m spent for now,” he looked down at the Paladin in process. He knew he needed at least five more minutes before it could do anything, “Evelynn, can you run?”
“Yes, yes, I can,” Evelynn responded as she wiped some of the blood off her face. She paused as she channeled her powers. Returning to the present, she looked over towards Michael. “Crows are still useless on him I’m afraid.”
“We’re going then,” Jasper shouted to the group, “run.”
“Everyone, get down!” Lisa shouted as she cupped her hands together… and, in a move that has disturbed many members, vomited two handfuls worth of random spiders into her digits. She threw them at Scott, and they quickly mutated, growing bee-like wings and horrible acid-filled cysts, and they flew around Olivia’s wall towards Scott.
… They exploded in his face and released their horrible, toxic, acid-filled load. He dropped his stop sign as he grasped his face and stumbled momentarily.
“Get on!” Lisa shouted as she slammed both hands on her mount, which was engulfed in a brown-colored wave of energy, which was a sign she was mutating it… causing it to grow dragonfly wings. The fastest insect in the world…
…The only issue was that it would be loud.
”Uh, I can’t,” Luca shook his head from where he stood at a distance to them all, holding up his hands. ”I’ll hurt it- and you all. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be fine!”
“... We are not going to leave you!” Lisa shouted… then she had to think fast, she closed her eyes, tapped her temples, speaking to herself. “Think, Lisa, think!”
Then it hit her.
“Quick! Turn around!“
“Okay!” Luca had no idea what Lisa was thinking, but he turned around instantly and Lisa hopped off…. She created a thick strand of web between her hands as she approached. Then stopped.
“... Your Abstraction doesn’t work through your clothes, right?” Lisa asked.
At this point, the hulking monster Scott had broken through the vines, using the traffic sign as an axe as he cleaved apart Olivia’s barrier. He roared as he raised his sign and rushed the group.
”Shit- It doesn’t!” Luca replied.
Olivia winced when her barrier was destroyed, drawing back her vines and trying to use the remainder to entangle Scott’s arms and legs. At the same time, climbed onto Lisa’s spider.
Michael was the first one onto the back of the spider, followed quickly by Evelynn and then finally Jasper. Jasper turned towards Scott and shouted, “fuck, that'll have to do,” as he flipped his paintbrush and began to pull the Paladin from the canvas. He groaned as the canvas fought his attempt, but before long, the Paladin was pulled from the page. The artwork was clean, and a lot of the detail was there, but it was missing a lot of the polish that Jasper typically added to his works. The Paladin looked like any old painting of a knight, with thick armor on the chest and arms, complimented by a large shield and an armored-up fist. The only noticeable issue was the legs were not as detailed as the rest of the body, clearly missing a few layers of paint.
The Paladin hit the ground and stumbled before charging at Scott, shield raised in front. He took the hit head-on; Olivia’s vines held Scott down, but the Paladin tanked the hit. Scott used his strength to pull one arm free…
“Okay, um!” Lisa tried to find the words to explain her crazy idea to Luca as she commanded her spider to spin a web in a long rope… she connected the one rope that she had in her hands to Luca’s back and connected the two strands into one that was lengthy enough to keep them all safe from Luca’s abstraction.
Scott freed his other arm before his legs grabbed the stop sign and continued his offense.
“... You know what? We’re a little short on time! So just trust me!” Lisa shouted as she hopped back on the spider and then commanded it to begin flying. It fluttered its wings as it started to fly, and it was painfully loud for everyone, but this was a last-ditch effort. Due to the strand of web, Luca was hoisted below like he was in a rescue helicopter, and he was the stretcher thingy they used to hang underneath. Lisa remained in the street, using the buildings as cover, because the last time she flew into the sky, she got mobbed by the Stygian Snake’s minions. Then, the Stygian Snake itself.
Fun times.
As she flew down the street, she could hear that hulking bastard Scott running behind them very faintly… he was just that goddamn loud. The issue was that Luca was dangling helplessly below them. She glanced over her shoulder and had to scream just not to have her voice drowned out by her voice,
“... DOES ANYONE KNOW THE FASTEST ROUTE TO THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOODS!?”
“I DO” Michael paused as he grabbed a handful of cheap jewelry, dollar bills, and various treats and held it out to his crows, “DIRECT…US…TO…THE…WOOODS..” His crows swarmed the offering before they flew above and before the spider-fly. “LISA… FOLLOW THE CROWS.”
“OOOOOOKAY!” Lisa shouted as she desperately tried to avoid hearing damage… there was that part of her that was jealous of Luca who was precariously dangling below her. However, Lisa focused on the trail of crows that Micheal was so gracious to use to lead them to the woods. She was desperately hoping that Adora would see them and get rid of Scott… who was jumping up in the air, trying to whack Luca with a stop sign like some type of fucked pinata. Lisa was sure that when she made it out of this, she would laugh about it with Luca and the others in ten years!
The birds led the group to an intersection, and Lisa narrowed her eyes as she lowered her body, grabbed onto the straps tightly, and shouted,
“EVERYONE, HANG TIGHT!”
Lisa’s voice started to burn after that. Still, she made a hard left, desperately hoping that Luca would hold on, and everyone yelped before she managed to correct her flying minion and continued heading toward the woods. She could still hear Scott chasing after them and was tempted to slow him down with some minions, but she stopped hearing the footsteps. They came to a complete stop.
Which was concerning.
Lisa looked over her shoulder; then her eyes widened as she saw Scott priming his stop sign to throw it like some type of fucked up javelin. He chucked it, and Lisa attempted to dodge, but the stop sign cleanly cleaved through one of her flying mount’s wings. Everyone on board screamed as they approached an excruciating death by crashing….
… They were stopped midair.
Lisa looked around, confused, wondering if she finally made it to the other side. However, they gently floated to the ground and were placed… and at both sides, they could see Vanessa and Clementine Washington, standing with their arms crossed, and Adora floating above them holding the strand of web that Luca was attached to. To which she gently lowered him down. All three of them were wearing a golden colored robe with black accents.
“... Good thing Jinhai was on his shit today,” Adora said, “Made it in the knick of time.”
Scott Reese slowed his approach, grabbing onto a nearby pickup truck and cleanly ripping off its bumper to use as a weapon. None of Trinity was phased by this, as Adora pulled out her walkie-talkie and said, “Jinhai, Lisa, and the others are safe. Should we engage Scott Reese or the Stygian Snake?”
"Scott Reese. Deal with the immediate threat."
“Copy.” Adora answered, then looked over her shoulder, “Get out of here; we got this.”
“Adora,” Michael shouted broadly, “thank you so much.” He looked towards Evelynn and Jasper. Evelynn had stumbled off the back of the spider and already started moving in the opposite direction of Scott Reese. Meanwhile, Jasper had his canvas in front of him, and he was painting it black. “I owe you one,” Michael said to Adora as he ran towards Evelynn’s side and began to walk with her. Jasper, looking down at where he was at with the next summon, whispered “fuck” and started towards the group. They would be able to find others who needed help before long.
“Don’t mention it,” Adora said.
“Hey, what about us!?” Clementine said with a smile.
"Shit, I thought I was a goner!" Luca exclaimed, looking a lot worse for wear. His hair was an absolute mess, and the right side of his body was covered in scrapes and bruises from bashing into a building when Lisa had to make a sharp turn. He turned to Lisa with a grin and a thumbs up… not realizing that half his face was utterly fucked up and bleeding. It hurt, but his whole body hurts nowadays. "Thanks; we wouldn't have made it out without your quick thinking!"
"Hey, drink this," Olivia piped up before he could continue talking at Lisa as if they didn't need to escape. She threw him yet another potion from her seemingly endless supply (her bag was stuffed). Luca carefully caught it, concentrating on not destroying it and knocking it back. "Thanks, Adora, Clementine, Vanessa… Luca, let's go."
“Don’t mention it!” Adora shouted for the three as she put her walkie-talkie away. “We gotta take care of Scott! Get out of here!”
Lisa was still on her mount and made the other wing fall off; she looked back at Adora as Scott made his monstrous approach. She sighed as she commanded her mount to take off to safety. Adora, Clementine, and Vanessa merely stood side by side as Scott approached them with the bumper. He roared as he raised it into the air and tried to bring it down on Adora’s head as hard as he could… Adora merely raised her hand and stopped the bumper in its tracks. This caused it to bend as Clementine and Vanessa flew forward, and they both kicked him in the chest hard enough to make Scott stagger backward.
His chest was caved in… but there was a sickening sound as his chest regenerated, and he rushed forward, punching Clementine hard enough to knock her out of range of the other members of Trinity and down the street.
“... Fuck,” Vanessa said as the two cut and were desperately running to get back in range of Clementine before this Hulk wannabe got close… and right, they got their true power back right when Scott bearhugged Vanessa. Adora whipped around and kicked Scott in his knee, making him stumble as Vanessa could get free and elbow Scott in the face. All three charged Scott, flying at him and pinning him to the ground with enough force to leave a crater. Adora began savagely punching Scott in the face, turning his face into a bloody mess. However, he grabbed Adora’s body with his monstrous hand and slammed her on the ground…
Only Clementine and Vanessa charge Scott from two directions and punch him in the face. Caving in his skull in an attack that would have killed anyone else… However, his skull decompressed, and the two managed to grab Scott’s arm he smacked them with the free hand he had, but they caught it. Adora caught it too, as she shouted,
”TOGETHER!”
They lifted Scott into the air by his arm, flying as high up as possible until it was absolutely freezing. All three of them let out their battle cry as they brought Scott down on the ground as fast as they could, all while he thrashed around…
… And hit the ground and turned Scott into a stain, leaving a crater. Scott exploded into darkness as Adora dusted her hands off and reached for her walkie-talkie.
”Jinhai,” Adora started, ”We eliminated Scott Reese, has Lisa and the others gotten out of range?”
“Affirmative,” Jinhai replied. “They’re all clear.”
”Good,” Adora nodded at Clementine and Vanessa, and then looked up at the Stygian Snake. They all flew up at it as Adora said, ”We are going to engage the Stygian Snake,”
Lila fought back the urge to get up and run. Every sense across every part of her body screamed out in pain, and she knew that it would continue being in pain until she managed to get herself scrubbed clean. Yet she knew that if she tried to get up and run, she would more than likely get hit, fall to the ground, and then get dragged out and placed into cuffs. She just needed to hold out a little longer, and she would avoid the taser, the fall, and skip right to the being dragged out and cuffed phase of the raid.
And then, the fucking roof caught fire.
Lila could not see why it did, but all she knew was that the roof of their brand-new lair was on fire. Her eyes darted around, looking for her quickest exit, before she saw Adora do the same thing. The difference, Adora took off first and fast. Lila watched as she tripped, smacking her head, and fell to the ground unconscious. “Adora,” Lila shouted through the pain as she began to make her way towards her with a crawl. Before she could get to her side, she saw the agent round the corner and grab her by the arm, pulling her towards the exit. “No, no, no, no,” Lila said as she smacked the agent's hand. “Grab her first.” As the agent pulled Lila outside, she hurled every insult she could think of towards the agent. “Whoever is in charge of you fuckwits is nothing more than a limp-dick, worthless, waste of sp-” Her final insult was cut short as she seized in pain as a taser round slammed into her back right shoulder.
Meanwhile, after the feds have evacuated most of the remaining coven members, Lynn and Jasper still lay on the ground. They had heard Bianca try and order them about, and that attempt at authority was nothing more than fuel for Jasper’s fire, and he pushed himself onto his knees and looked back towards Lynn.
“You good,” Jasper coughed out.
“Mhmm,” Lynn did the same, “you good to walk?”
“I think so,” Jasper said as he winced. He stood up and located the painting that he had brought. It was too detailed to leave behind in the coming inferno, and it meant too much to Jasper to leave behind. He gave it a quick look. It was a painting that he had spent the past week working on for the new coven. It was the entire group before that faithful final fight with the snake, all dressed in their various robes. He had spent much time getting the faces just right, including small details like Britney’s tongue sticking out, a crow on Lila’s shoulder, and Sully chugging at the beer chalice. It was a fun piece. It was meant to remind everyone of why they got together in the first place and to help maybe remind everyone why it was important that this time was different. His eyes lingered on his face in the image, and it did not look like the chemicals had done too much damage, though he would need to do some restoration after he got it back. He grabbed the painting by the frame with one hand, and with his other one, he reached back and grabbed Lynn’s hand. with a squeeze, he let her know it was time to go.
The two made their way into the main aisle before they found the center, and they turned towards the main door and began to run. As they neared the exit, Jasper sped up, pulling the two back into the fresh air and away from the gas and fire that threatened to bring the building down on top of them. While Jasper did this, Lynn suddenly was pulled into the possible future. As they made their way further outside, Jasper was able to locate a patch of grass away from the commotion. Without a second thought, Jasper tossed the painting in a way that only flew through the air for a second, but long enough that it got far away that when the inevitable fed came in to tackle him, it would be safe from that collision.
And then it hit him. Another taser round, this time slamming into his right shoulder. As it hit, Lynn came back from the possible future and jerked her body to the side suddenly, narrowly avoiding a taser meant for her. Yet, this jerk forced her away from Jasper, and Jasper fell forward again as his muscles seized.
The PRA agents managed to get everyone out of the burning building, while the PRA simply let the building burn down and let the St. Portwell Fire Department handle it... after the PRA had left, however. Everyone was laid in front of the building, on some grass some distance away, so they didn't have to worry about smoke inhalation. They were slumped up in a sitting position, save for Luca. Maximilian knelt over him, and waved his hand, and said,
"... Trevor!" Maximilian shouted, "He needs help!"
"On it!" Trevor ran over to Luca, knelt, rubbed his hands together, and shouted, "Clear!" As he slammed his hands onto Luca's unconscious body and began healing him... then began screaming in pain as Luca's abstraction decayed his hands. He raised his hands in the air, revealing the skin had been rotted off his hands (revealing flesh, tendons, etc), and Maximilian winched...
"Ouch," Trevor said. "Damn it, this is why we need Scarlet here!"
“... So what?” Leon said to Trevor as he walked up with Edict and threw him in the pile of Covenites. “You can Sweet Home Alabama her?”
“Oh, haha,” Trevor rolled his eyes.
”For what reason did you raid our small gathering? I understand you’re not bound by certain laws, but what did we do to warrant this?”
“... I have a better question,”
However, out of nowhere, a taser dart flew directly into the side of Linqian's neck, and then footsteps approached the gathering of cuffed Coven members. It was Meifeng Liao who aimed her Glock at the gathering of Jasper, Lila, and Lynn and let off three taser darts… with one missing as Meifeng narrowed her eyes at Lynn. She kept her pistol aimed at her as she said,
“... Just get on the ground, sweetie, I have a taser dart for everyone,”
Lynn kept herself standing up for just a brief moment before she obeyed the command, getting on the ground without a fight.
“Now… where was I?” Meifeng said as she put her Glock in her holster and remained stony-faced as she gazed at each member of the Coven who had been disabled. She held her hands behind her back as she looked down at Anya…
“... Do you all think you can do whatever you want?” Meifeng turned her nose upwards. “In less than two hours, you attack one of my agents, attempt to kidnap someone and spark an entire gang war. You all are so stupid you couldn’t keep it in your pants? You just had to blow your load that quickly…”
She tilted her head and bared teeth, “I expected your fellow Coven, the 8th Coven - or whatever they call themselves - to behave this way, but do you really think you all can do whatever the hell you want to? In my city? Because that narcissist Emily doesn’t run things, neither do those rich bastards, the treehuggers, the leftover Nazis, or even Dollhouse….”
Meifeng jammed a thumb into her chest, “... I run this city, and the next time one of you decide to lay a hand on any of my Agents, come find me, and try to lay your hands on me!”
Meifeng began to shout as she said, “And just see what happens to you! I won’t kill you! But I’ll fucking make you wish I did! Now, who here can tell me which one of you killed Agent Mahendra…” She let the words hang in the air as she gazed upon everyone.
“... He was found stabbed to death in a Dairy Queen parking lot within two hours of the chaos you all wrought on the city! It couldn’t have been anyone but one of you! Tell me why I shouldn’t haul you all to jail and throw away the key!?”
Maya Choi & Phoebe Carmicheal.
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The Water Treament Plant.
It took one Google search to find the nearest water treatment facility… to which Maya and Phoebe were spying on from the safety of Phoebe’s car (A Nissan Altima, naturally). Phoebe was looking through her binoculars; she lowered them and smiled at Maya as she spoke.
“I don’t think they’re gonna let us walk in there… maybe we can do like they do in the movies and beat someone up and take their clothes, heh.” Phoebe laughed.
"If you're doing all the beating," Maya side-eyed her. "I'd alert the whole place… I could just put sand in their shoes, then when they try to get it out, we knock them out and steal their clothes."
“Come on now! You’re way too reliant on magic, you know!” Phoebe laughed as she reached underneath the seat and pulled out a tire iron. She slapped it into her other hand and said, “You forgot about your good ol’ left and right, didn’t you!?” She then laughed.
"You think I could hurt anyone with these?" Maya held up her delicate hands and skinny arms that were best at sending out sound blasts or sand. She then eyed the tire iron. "But if you have something else like that… heh, it'll be easy."
“Take this then,” Phoebe handed Maya her tire iron as she eyed two guys coming out of their car and walking towards the building. Going off of the lunch boxes they had, their shift had not begun yet. Now will it ever, as Phoebe opened the door, saying to Maya, “Let’s go!”
Phoebe crept behind them with Maya at her side, and then once they made their approach, Phoebe transformed her hand into a block of solid eye. She let out a valiant screech as she lept through the air and slammed her fist on one of these generic faceless guys’ heads. She knocked him out cold, but then she turned her head to see what Maya was doing...
Maya yelled and jumped at the other generic, poor guy who was trying to go to work, slamming the tire iron into the back of his head. He crumpled to the floor, and Maya grinned, kicking his prone body. She then squatted down in front of him.
“So where are we going to put their bodies after we strip them? A closet?” Maya asked. That was what they always did in movies.
“Let’s just drag ‘im in the bushes! Like the movies,” Phoebe shrugged as she squatted down, grabbed one of them by the leg, and said, “On my count, three…”
Maya grabbed the other leg, grimacing slightly. This was turning into a lot of work…
Exerting her lacking muscles, Maya put all her strength (which there wasn’t much of) into pulling nameless guy number one towards the bushes. With the help of Phoebe they managed to pull him about one centimeter! “... This isn’t working,” Phoebe muttered as she gave up. “Um… just take his clothes and we’ll dip!”
That was when Phoebe used all of her strength to flip the man over, and then she took all of his clothes and put them on… only to see that they didn’t fit. At all. It was way too big.
“... I look like a five-year-old wearing his pop-pop shirt.”
"You do," Maya laughed as if she didn't look as ridiculous in the other guy's clothes. She couldn't even get the pants on, and it looked like she was wearing a dress. "...This won't work. We won't even get through the front door!"
“... Back to the car.” Phoebe rolled her eyes.
After that debacle, Phoebe and Maya returned to the former’s car… sans the clothing and leaving the unconscious guys in front of the building. It was time for Plan B. Phoebe dug underneath her car seat and pulled out a glowing cyan potion. She raised it into the air and grinned like a fool.
“I swiped this from Greta’s lab when she was asleep one time,” Phoebe said… knowing Greta gets pissed when they go into her lab and start touching stuff. “This is her invisibility potion, I think… We can, like, share it, sneak in, find the treated water tank, and pour this in. Easy peasy.”
"Oh shiiiitt," Maya grinned, looking at the potion. That was a way better idea. "This'll be so easy, so long as it lasts… wait, does it work on clothes?"
“Well, only one way to find out!” Phoebe shouted as she popped the top, drank a little bit of it, and everything turned invisible.
Except for her clothes.
“... No,”
"Well," Maya shrugged. "Guess we'll have to get rid of them."
Without any second thoughts, Maya shrugged off her jacket, then pulled off her dress, leaving her only in her underwear. Before taking that off, she asked, "How long do you think half that bottle will keep us invisible?"
“If I ask Greta, she will go batshit again, and I won’t get her, uh, ‘special potions’ anymore.” Phoebe waved her hands as she said, “Either way, we have magic; we can handle anything.”
“Heh, true,” Maya smirked. “Easier to get out than get in.”
She reached over for the invisibility potion, knocking back half of it before taking off the rest of her clothes. Turning invisible, just like Phoebe. Phoebe quickly took off all of her clothes and casually opened the door, saying,
“Let’s go!”
After navigating the water treatment facility (holding hands (fingers interlocked) so they wouldn’t get lost), the two made it to the one place they meant to get to: The Purified Water Storage. It was in a water tower that the two looked up at as they approached. They saw a ladder and a nice little service hatch, and Phoebe turned to Maya and asked,
“Afraid of heights?”
By reflex, she smiled… even though she was invisible right now.
“Nope,” Maya made an okay symbol with her free hand… Then realized Phoebe couldn’t see it. Well, whatever. “I’ll go up first… Blast anything out of the way if needed. Wouldn’t want you freezing our precious supply of water.”
She grabbed onto the ladder (having to unlink their hands (sadly)) and started climbing up. When she reached the top, she shoved open the service hatch and climbed through. She shuffled back from the edge so Phoebe could get through, too… without crashing into her.
Phoebe climbed to the very top of the water tower and found a hatch… that was closed with nuts and bolts. She then produced the Potion (seemingly out of thin air!), pointed at the hatch, and said, “Maya, blast it open!”
"Gladly," Maya grinned before shoving out her hands and sending a targeted sound blast at the hatch. Blowing it open, without thinking of the consequences, Phoebe popped the top of the rainbow-colored potion and poured it inside. She wiped her sweat off her head as she said,
“Alright, let’s get some Dairy Que…” Phoebe said before she looked inside the water supply and heard it loudly rumbling. “... What?”
Nakala shouted as Agent Brown got put on his ass by the kid! The hilarity of the situation was completely and utterly lost when the kid stepped on his rifle and kicked it off into the distance. Her eyes shot open as she pointed at Samson and commanded, "GET YOUR RIFLE!" Then Samson chased after it, going underneath.
The last thing she wanted was the upper PRA leadership coming down on the office for losing their rifle. She gazed at the "Coven." They didn't put up much of a fight, as expected. The teargas did an excellent job of disabling most of them. The ones that did fight or tried something were swiftly eliminated by the PRA's sniper, Sonya Mayfield, and Nakala didn't so much as flinch.
Maximilian merely tilted his head at the child before he nudged Nakala on the shoulder and said, "That kid is Paranormal... a pretty strong one at that."
Nakala nodded and said, "You handle him, Mr. Champion."
Maximilian began walking towards Clancy as if he didn't put a grown man on his ass. While that was going on, everyone else was on the ground or otherwise disabled. Nakala didn't even need to finish her countdown as the sheer threat of a squad of SWAT team members wearing armor waving guns around. "Cuff 'em, and get them-"
That was when a literal fireball blew up and ignited the ceiling, and Nakala dropped her badge out of surprise and looked up at the roof. It was on fire. Her jaw dropped from underneath the mask as she shouted, "Jesus!"
"Whoa, shit!" Samson shouted as he was on the ground, having gotten his rifle from underneath the pew, but he dropped it out of surprise.
"Agent Philips..." Nakala heard Meifeng's voice on the other side of her earpiece. "What in God's name is going on in there... ?"
Nakala was silent momentarily as she said, "... The building is on fire."
"... Why is the building on fire?" Nakala could just feel Meifeng facepalming.
"No clue, but the situation is under control!"
"I'm sending Trevor in with a fire extinguisher; evacuate the building immediately. We already have a loooooot of explaining to do," Meifeng commanded. "Let's not give ourselves more to explain, shall we?"
"Roger," Nakala answered with a nod before she reached behind herself and pulled out her compound bow; she pulled back the string and created an arrow made out of water, "Get them out of here!"
"On it!" Maximilian shouted, before he noticed Leon and went over to him, grabbing the back of his shirt and effortlessly picking him up and hoisting him over his shoulder as if he weighed as much as a five-year-old. He then walked over to Anya, grabbed her by the cuff of her collar, lifted her, and carried her out towards the door as if the two of them weighed nothing. Akira Shinjo and Claudette ran over to Linqian, and together, they managed to pick her up and carry her out as a team effort. Samson ran over to the nearest person, Luca, put his rifle behind his back, and picked him up, doing the fireman carry as he ran towards the door.
Nakala let go of the arrow and released the arrow made out of water, which exploded and... did not do much to the raging fire above them. It was effectively splashing a bucket of water on it... so she needed a lot of water. She released a few more arrows, which made the same progress as she hissed and just gave up... She ran over to the nearest teargassed, Lila, grabbed her by her arm, and dragged her outside.
"Oh my God!" Sonya had to contain her laughter when she saw Samson fall on his ass. "We're never going to let him live one down, are we?"
She tried to wipe her tear... but then forgot she was wearing a fucking gas mask. She looked at Helena, who appeared to have a stony face and didn't respond. This prompted Sonya to say, "Oh, you're such a sourpuss, Page!"
This was when some psycho decided to try and yeet a bible at the line of agents! Sonya almost laughed at the scene as she aimed down the sights and aimed directly at Linqian's center of mass. Sonya let out a "Pew" before she pulled the trigger, let out the taser dart, and nailed the rebel in the chest. That was when she saw the other one use an abstraction (Jasper) and darted her sights around. She took a deep breath, and at the top of her shot, she squeezed the trigger. The dart slammed him in the shoulder.
"Ay!" Sonya said, briefly letting out a Spanish accent before she looked over her shoulder at Helena. "Like shooting fish in a barr-"
That was when the fireball engulfed Sonya, and she loudly screamed in pain and fell off the roof... however, Helena's glowing ethereal birds went into action and caught her. It wasn't a pretty sight... Helena cringed as she saw Sonya had third-degree burns. The fireball didn't do much to Helena because she wasn't directly in front of the window like Sonya, but she got scaled. Helena sighed, pressing her earpiece, and said,
"Agent Mayfield needs immediate medical attention!"
Her bird apparitions gently lowered Sonya to the ground.
That was when they noticed some girl watching from the tree... Helena made sure to gather a majority of her glowing birds in front of her. Until they formed a massive flock, all staring at her...
Hopefully, she'll take the hint.
Meifeng Liao, Cindy Keagan, Leon Vahan, & Trevor Obott.
"♪ Speeding 72, we’re faster getting nowhere, baby; we could go there, shining on a secret avenue, hear the burning rubber fanfare, maybe there’s a show there... ♪"
The song on the radio played, which Trevor was (obnoxiously) singing along to, doing a little dance in his seat as he sat in front of his laptop. Meifeng was sitting in the driver's seat of the command center, texting her husband (some of the most disgusting filth known to man), Leon was sitting by the door with his rifle in hand (using his abstraction to create extra eyes around the battlefield), and Cindy was in the passenger seat next to Meifeng (texting some normal stuff to her son).
... Then the explosion rocked the building, and Meifeng almost dropped her phone. That was when she immediately pressed her earpiece to get in contact with Agent Phillips inside. She was praying, praying, they controlled the situation (they didn't), but as it turns out, after a brief chat with Nakala... one of them set the building on fire. The church. It was on fire. Meifeng smiled at the sheer hilarity of it all before hopping out of her seat, running over to the fire extinguisher, and shoving it into Trevor's hands.
"Go in there, hand this to Phillips, and do not do anything stupid!" Meifeng commanded, wagging a finger in Trevor's face. "Do not so much as look at any of them. I know you, and I know your 'Little Trevor' usually takes precedence over what's up here!"
She jabbed him in the temple with a finger and made Trevor wince.
"Roger!" Trevor shouted as he sprinted outside.
Leon hopped up and pointed at Edict, making a break for it, "One of them is getting away!"
"I got it!" Cindy shouted as she pulled out her Glock and opened the door. She held the pistol in both hands as she sprinted as fast as a somewhat overweight, forty-something-year-old woman could. She dropped to one knee, aimed to the best of her ability, and pulled the trigger, and a taser dart flew out... nailing him directly in the ass before he could get away. Cindy hosted her pistol as Leon walked up next to her.
"Nice one," Leon said.
"Hmph, this old lady's still got it," Cindy confidently said.
The two of them walked over to Edict on the ground, and Leon pulled out handcuffs as he turned toward Cindy,
"Will you do the honors?"
"I would..." Cindy answered as she pressed a hand to her back, "But my back's been killing me today."
Leon pressed a foot on Edict's back, and turned to Cindy as he asked.
"You hurt it in the Army, right?"
"Oh no, I was pregnant with Cameron, and I did something, and my back ain't been right since."
"You went to the VA, and said you 'hurt it in the Army,' right?"
"Hell yeah, I did," Cindy laughed. "Like I was going to miss out on that thirty percent; I'm about to get back surgery done in January."
"Oh, right?" Leon said as he put Edict's hands together. "How is Cameron?"
"He's in remission," Cindy answered. "I used to stress about it, but I think he'll have a happy life."
Leon put the cuffs on Edict and squatted down to pull him up to his feet. "That's great to hear, he in St. Portwell?"
"Of course," Cindy chuckled. "We're going to the Halloween festival next week."
Leon began walking Edict back around to the church.
"Sounds corny," Leon chuckled.
"It'll be fun; at least he'll have fun," Cindy said.
Their conversation continued as they walked Edict back to the church.
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The Church of Ass.
Adora was not having a good day.
Adora had no clue what was going on, and her anxiety was through the roof... this was not the best situation for the girl, especially since she was practically a human compared to some of the others here. Unfortunately, she was having such a horrible time with the tear gas that she didn't even know what she was feeling. Whether it was an anxiety attack coming on or she was going to drop down was a mystery. Adora had no clue what anyone else was doing - because she was too busy vociferously vomiting, spewing all of her breakfast all over the floor... and herself. Her shoes and hoodie were ruined, and...
... The fucking roof caught fire.
Adora didn't pay any attention, but she just heard a boom, and then she blinked, and the building was on fire. Okay, fuck this. It was less than an hour of forcing herself to come here, and Auri and whoever sold her out to... whoever the fuck these armed goons were. Honestly, the only thing on Adora's head right now was getting far away from these people. So, Adora covered her face, got up, and bolted for the nearest window, hoping to jump through it and take the glass carving her to bits...
... Then she tripped on the nearest pew and busted her head on the pew in front of it. Falling unconscious...
Nikki Watanabe, Amanda, & Victoria Blackmore
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Last night... The Blackmore Manor.
Drake's Dodge Charger stopped in front of the garage of the Blackmore Manor... He sighed defeated, ran his hands through his hair, and walked up the pathway. He stuck his keys in the door and opened it... and he turned his head towards the first thing he heard was Amanda and Nikki playing on the game console, and they briefly paused as they looked at him.
"... Drakey!" Amanda shouted, "Come take the controller; Nikki is shitting on me."
"I told you I was good at this game, Amanda," Nikki softly said.
"Yeah, and I called you a fuckin' nerd!" Amanda laughed.
"... Girls, keep it down!" Victoria could be heard from the kitchen. "If you wake up the girls... You said be helping me clean!"
"Oh, right," Amanda laughed.
Drake went right past them and straight into the kitchen and saw Victoria mopping the floor... Drake stepped over to the refrigerator to grab a can of Bud Light. He opened it up...
"... HEY! I'M CLEANING HERE!" Victoria hissed as she pounded the mob against the ground... before Drake just chugged the beer and grabbed another one. She narrowed her eyes as she asked,
"Drake..." Victor trailed off, "... What's wrong?"
Drake didn't respond to Victoria, and she gently placed the mop against the table as she walked over to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What happened at the meeting?"
Drake was silent.
"You can tell me." Victoria stated.
"I..." Drake choked out. "... Punched Sloane."
"Wha-what?" Victoria tilted her head as she asked.
"She asked me why I wasn't there to save Jade, then called me a bastard and... I couldn't handle it."
"This..." Victoria shook her head as she turned her body and threw her hands in the air by the elbows, "This is why you should have stayed your ass here. I knew this was going to happen. Someone was going to overstep, and... and..."
Victoria then pointed the finger at Drake and said, "... You can't be acting like this, Drake. I understand everything, but... come on!"
She turned her head as she rubbed her temples, "You just assaulted Ms. Farris because she said something stupid!"
"... You should have told me you were gonna clock Sloane!" Amanda said. Drake turned his head and saw that she had poked her head into the room with Nikki at her side. She gave him a thumbs up and said, "She deserved a lot more than just one litt-"
"You're not helping!" Victoria chided her; Victoria went back to massaging her temples as she said, "Look... you need to stay the hell away from the Coven. There is a reason why they broke up!"
"Believe us, we saw everything," Amanda said with a dramatic wave of her hand. "I ain't surprised none of them changed much."
At this point, the two little Blackmores were awakened... and they made that clear because they were loudly crying. Victoria sighed, resting her hand on her face.
"Look... just..." Victoria started, "...Just don't drink yourself into a coma tonight!"
She took off up the stairs to tend to her children, and Amanda grabbed Drake's hand and pulled him into the living room. "C'mon, big bro! Let's take your mind off things..." She pushed Drake into a seat and said, "... By playing a game about punching people!"
Drake looked at the screen... before the logo for the game appear and a dramatic announcer character shouted<
"NOMADC ODYSSEY! FIND YOUR HEART!"
Amanda shoved a controller in her hand as she dangled something in her hands... the keys to Drake's car! She smiled as she said, "Immagrabussomepizzabye!"
Then darted out the door.
"... HEY!" Drake shouted before Amanda was gone.
"I promise she won't crash it... again," Nikki chuckled. "So, see if you can beat me, Drake."
Drake put his game face on as he tried to enjoy a night of video gaming with his cousin and sister.
Just like the good old days...
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The Shadowzone.
Whatever response the Heart was expecting out of Jack never came. The room they stood in lit up with a green glow, and Void Heart would feel his body and hands begin to feel as if they were burning away. His strength would start to slip from him, as if the floor had just become kryptonite. He and Layla could see glowing patterns reminiscent of shields along the floor and the walls. Those were the symbols used by Stormy whenever he needed to seal something.
It was, indeed, a trap.
Auri hopped out of the closet and didn’t even waste time aiming the butterfly staff at Void and barraging him with a sea of lightning-fast butterflies that would hit like little bullets. Out of her back came two butterfly wings, ready to dodge any attacks from Void or Layla.
”Shit!” Void hissed, hand reaching to shield his face. The butterflies seared his skin, leaving cuts that seeped smoke. With a snarl, he tried to reach out and grab Auri, but every movement felt like lead as Stormy's magic played hard on his being.
“You bitch, I fucking knew it! You both'll rot in hell!”
The potted plants around the room went unnoticed as various roots and vines were spawned from them, creeping toward Layla to wrap her up. Starting from her legs up to her upper body. Britney calmly came out of the closet, raising a hand in the air, and said,
”This is for your own good, Layla!” Britney said, ”Trust me!”
Layla gasped, immediately struggling against the vines entrapping her. Her panicked eyes moved from the vines, up to the bombardment of butterflies engulfing Void, then to Britney, whose hand was raised in a calming manner.
“Wh-what are you doing?!” Layla cried out.
Void hissed in Layla's mind. “Isn't it obvious? They're trying to seal me!”
“But Jack said-”
“Jack's a traitor!”
Layla's eyes widened in realization, her voice cracking as she tried to plead with Britney, “No, you can't do this!”
”I’m sorry! Down the line, you’ll understand!” Britney shouted.
Layla trembled, staring up at Britney. “N-no, you don't understand! If you take him,”
Tears pricked her eyes as she struggled. “I'll be all alone!”
Layla summoned her hands, working like a toddler to get the vines off. The phantom hands were shaking, creating scratch marks on the floor from her rushed movements. Once free, she made a beeline to Void.
Void hissed, moving away from Auri, trying to run as one hand smashed through the glass of the curtained window. He could feel more strength leaving him, his eyes burning as he glared.
He wouldn't last long like this.
Layla instinctively moved in front of Void, pushing him back towards the window with pale hands, ignoring the numbness, while her tear-streaked face faced the coven leader, Britney and Jack.
Her phantom hands swelled, capturing the butterflies and crushing as many as she could in her grasp before they hovered as fists in the air, like a boxer taking their stance.
“Just let us leave!” She shrieked, trying desperately to push Void out the window.
The two would only have to jump through…
Earlier that day…
The Void was a strange place.
Stormy and Britney were simply left here to do what they needed to do with a simple instruction: Don’t open the doors, and don’t go outside. At least that shadowy dude had the foresight to leave a few potted plants inside for Britney’s consideration.
There would be a meeting at a park soon, so the two of them had to get everything ready as soon as possible before the target of this plan was brought in. Stormy had brought something special for it. A flask with a special mixture of otherwise ordinary things that came together to make invisible ink. This was the same stuff he used to seal dozens of apparitions back in the days of the old coven, and with Britney here helping him, they had all they needed.
The Void Heart would have no idea that the floor of this uncannily normal house was covered in countless symbols, until it was too late.
Okay… we’re in the Void…. Stay cool. Now, when Jack suggested they set up a trap in the Void of all goddamn places, Britney thought that he was mad. That he was crazy. That he was literally insane. Then the more he talked about it, the more it made sense, and somehow he managed to convince Britney… though, the faster they did this and got out of here, the better. With invisible ink from Stormy, Britney ran across this creepy house like a mad woman. She traced her sealing symbol, a fancy tree, in every corner of the house… because they had no clue what the Void Heart was going to do (Or what Jack was going to do to be honest) and she hoped that Jack wouldn’t mind if the Void was sealed into one of his… decorations.
”Stormy!” Britney shouted across the house. ”Remember, this won’t work unless the Void Heart is out of her body! Otherwise, he’s technically already sealed.”
”I know, don’t worry,” Stormy used his ink to inscribe much larger symbols across the floor, working around the old, somehow still intact furniture despite it winding up here. This place was full of things that looked like they belonged in some cheesy dark academia movie. Large rocky crystals, bookshelves, skulls from supernatural creatures, you name it, were in here.
Stormy’s sealing symbols took the shape of, to no one’s surprise, shields. All over the walls between the tree symbols, despite them being invisible, and on the floor. Once the sealing was done, the invisible ink would vanish within hours, so hopefully, Jack wouldn’t kill them for vandalizing his “home.”
”Of all the places to lay a trap, I definitely didn’t expect this one to be up for consideration.”
”Trust me, I tried to come up with an alternative…” Britney rolled her eyes.
”We just gotta hope that Voidy behaves while we’re out here…”
She kept the idea that hurting Layla was a valid option to get the Void out to herself… that type of thinking was why she was so vilified in the old Coven in the first place. They just needed to seal the Void Heart in here, and then they could leave him there and forget about it.
”Maybe we should pick a hiding spot to spring out on the Void Heart?”
”I was thinking that I’d hide in a closet somewhere and leap out to root him in place when he drops his guard. That was the point of bringing them both here wasn’t it? False sense of security, easier to surprise.”
”And what’s the plan if he stays in Layla?”
”We force him out. Or rather, I will. We’re trapping the whole house, and I can cut off as much of it as we need to make him get away from Layla. The same magic I used to ward off apparitions during the old days is going to come in handy now. He won’t expect my spell to drain his strength, so he’ll panic and fly away. Layla won’t be affected, and she doesn’t need to be. Simply put, if I have to, I’ll just light a fire under his ass.”
”What if he takes her?” Britney asked.
”Where will he go? He won’t be able to open the doors, because we’re here to keep him trapped. He won’t be able to run back to Shimmer, because he won’t have access to his Abstraction once I start using magic. No Abstraction means he can’t move freely, no free movement means we have him in a cage,” Stormy said, confident in the plan.
”Once they’re here, all we have to do is lay low long enough for me to get my hands on him, possibly literally,, and then you can leave the rest to me.”
”I get it,” She started, ”I’m just worried he might try and hurt Layla… that’s the one thing I want to avoid if possible.”
”I guarantee he will,” Stormy said, ”But he won’t be able to. He’ll be powerless, Britney. I can assure you that.”
Britney nodded.
”Let’s set up and get out of here, quick,” Britney added.
”Right.” Stormy entered the kitchen, quickly dropping his invisible seals across the floor. It was a small one full of curious foods from all over the earth, and likely other places beyond Shimmer, but there was a storage closet that Stormy made a note to hide in.
It wasn’t long. ”Let’s get the upstairs, too.” Stormy hopped up the flight of stairs and started sealing off everything. He started with the door to what appeared to be a study. Rows of bookshelves lined the inside, and a very comfortable-looking chair was inside.
On the walls were maps, some labeled with descriptions of regions of the Void, as if they could be mapped somehow. Others depicted places Stormy had never heard of: The Silent City, the kingdom of Yurama, Pathway Nine, and more. Decade-old pictures of kids spending their childhood together were scattered across a messy desk.
There was vast knowledge and storied history kept in this room. A window into who Jack Hawthorne was as a person. That explained the sword on the wall, which held Stormy’s attention the longest.
A straight blade with an ornate guard in a scabbard made of sycamore wood. The Sycamore Tree coven’s crest was burned into its side. And an old leather sling was wrapped around one end. It hung on a wooden plaque, with an inscription written under it.
Reza Cabrera
”…I never thought I’d see that thing again.”
Britney’s jaw dropped as she walked over and muttered,
”... Reza…” Britney walked over and traced her fingers over the inscription… ”He was one of the best of us… I watched him die…” She sighed.
”... I wish we could have done more to protect the people like him.”
Stormy’s eyes fell to the floor for a moment. Reza was a fighter who kept the coven together by sheer force of personality. He was downright legendary back in the day.
”Saved my life a few times. We wouldn’t have been a real coven if it were for people like him.” A smile crept up on his face, as he thought back on it. ”It’s nice to see that sword again. I’m surprised Sloane didn’t get her hands on it.”
Britney laughed as she put a hand on her hip.
”You know Jack wouldn’t let that happen, heh.”
”No, I think not.” For a moment, Stormy couldn’t think of anything to say. The coven fell to ruin in the Stygian Snake’s wake. He once watched Reza run towards the Stygian Snake head-on and tear its head off in a single swing. If only it were that simple, though. A lot of them looked up to him for strength.
Good times.
”I never did track down his family. He never told us anything about them. You think he has one? Or that they ever found out about his death?”
”That's an adventure for another day…” Britney mused as she just… Reached for it, she grabbed onto it’s hilt…
… And saw everything.
Reza massacring the Stygian Snake’s hordes and how the sword was functionally a piece of him. All were experienced in mere seconds. Britney held onto the sword and examined it for a few moments. Before she turned to Stormy…
”... We can use this,”
Concern etched over his expression. ”Hold on, Britney. I know that sword’s one of the most powerful artifacts we ever got ahold of, but shouldn’t we ask Jack before we start taking things? That’s important to him, and it’s all he had left of Reza after everything that happened.”
Britney snorted, laughing,
”I’m not going to bring this to the meeting,” She snorted. ”Our good friend the Void Heart might see it and think something’s up.”
She slapped a hand on her hip and said,
”We can ask Jack at the meeting; let’s hurry up. This place is creeping me out.”
”You know what? Sure, he’ll probably understand. Let’s get out of here.”
However, another vine had entangled itself around Layla’s foot, trapping her before she could escape. Britney raised one hand as she said, ”But, Layla! You won’t be alone!” She kept trying to wrap as much around Layla as possible so she could not escape. ”... You’ll have us!”
Layla struggled to breathe as vines constricted around her, eyes frantically searching Britney. Britney didn't understand. And Void was about to pay the price…
The Void Heart wasn’t nearly as lucky as he might have thought. Breaking the window and then running to a portal outside the house where it would be risky for the others was a clever move on his part. But something he failed to calculate was that he was in Jack’s domain. One did not come into his house and expect to pull a fast one on him that easily unless they thought he was stupid.
Jack disappeared inside the house, reappearing between Void Heart and his way out. He admitted to Layla that being outside posed a risk, particularly to one’s sanity, but only because Layla and Jack were different people. Jack reached out with his magical hand, and it shot toward the apparition like a harpoon from a canon, grabbing him as if he were nothing more than a foam stress ball.
”You blind fool. Did you think I’d let you escape me so easily? After the life of AGONY you subjected my friend to!?” Jack hissed at the Void Heart, reveling in the fate they were about to subject him to. He had been waiting a decade for this.
“Let go of me, you bastard!” Void spat, phantom hands weakly pulling at the grasp Jack had him in.
“Alizée was MINE!” His metallic voice cracked, eyes tight. “How dare you! She became perfect with me, no you assholes!”
Immediately, Jack teleported back inside with the Void Heart, keeping the bastard out of arm’s reach to avoid his energy-sapping touch.
”After everything you coerced her into doing, after the madness you drove Alizée to, nothing could ever convince me to save your life! DO IT! NOW!”
Void struggled hard, eyes twisted in madness. “You'll all REGRET THIS!”
A faint static built up in the second or two it took Jack to bring Void Heart back into the house. The strange sound ramped to a thousand percent as the sanctity of the area was broken, windows shattering as bullets began to rattle into the living room from outside. Six clear white boxes ripped open in all corners of the room, and several others expanded across the place's windows. As if they were old televisions, they slowly but surely began to fade into color, reflecting the image they looked at.
It was a jarring, illusory field, contextualizing only as the two individuals stepped through one of the screens. The man wore a clean black suit, hair pulled back into a ponytail and piercing blue eyes darting about. He held his right hand in the shape of a gun, the gem on his cufflink glowing bright red. The woman sported a massive blonde afro, similarly suited to the man in a pinstripe pant suit with a sly smile across her face.
”Ladies, Gentlemen and All in Presence, puh-leeeease put the floating sac down and step away!”
As she yelled, she mirrored the man’s posture, except in her hand was an actual and factual gun, complete with wispy purple smoke curling from its snub barrel.
”A visitor from last night? And our dear Jackie!? Oh, Void Heart, you certainly draw a fucking crowd my friend…”
Furio and Clarissa watched as Leon and Edict walked across the park toward the gazebo.
“Break his balls a little bit?”
“Yeah, I mean, he played it off, you know those wise guys.”
The two of them spun around a bit in the distance, and Clarissa started to laugh with a little bit of a snort. Still on the steering wheel, Furio stuck his fingers up as his face pursed with confusion.
”What, yes Leon… There’s nobody there! My guy, like…”
Furio scoffed, clearly not keyed up to the microphone transmitting their walkie-talkies.
”God, we give you the Queen of the Wolves, and you fucking waste it!”
”Hey, easy… You know that’s a blaspheme. Take slow, deep breaths; remember our thirteen properties.”
Furio watched Edict as he stuck his finger down at the ground and watched it trail upward toward a road on the other side. His hand slid off the wheel, and a smile cracked as he took a deep breath. Fucking kid…Good for something, maybe. He remembered the name in the book and the address at the time. It wasn’t up to date now.
Five or so minutes passed by when Leon reported in again.
"Furio, VL on the move. Probable Purple influence."
”Oh? Understood, on the move.-” Furio confirmed, cocking his head to the side. He was met with his wife’s beautiful wide smile. The sunshine of her love. ”Get your beeper on sweetheart. Time to boogie.”
The two of them slipped out of the car, and Furio locked it behind him and slipped the key into his pocket. This was a process that they’d gone through a hundred times in their days; Clarissa clutched the metal of her pistol in the palm of her hand, and with the thick portion below the thumb, she cocked the hammer back. Her focus on the sound projected a sixth sense that echoed across the park field and back to her like a radar feed. She compulsively flipped the thing in her hands with very subtle movements, tucking her thumb between the trigger and letting the hammer slam back down. Another echo each time she searched for the swirling of a pinhole in the middle of the Shimmer.
The two walked briskly to the gazebo before Clarissa saw something she was interested in. Her hair bounced like a cartoon sun as she took off into a jog toward the location of interest, a nearby tree blocking the line of sight that gave off a strong fizzle on both sides. Either a teleporting Squirrel was using a hollow in the tree.
Furio smiled as he watched Clarissa take off like the bloodhound she was. He’d been by her side to watch the progression of her senses into a honed blade, and whenever she had an instinct, he trusted her explicitly.
Rounding the corner of the tree, Clarissa took a deep breath. It was safe to check at the very least, and she looked around for any nearby pedestrians before smiling and reaching into her pocket. She flicked the gun’s cylinder open, the hand in the pocket sticking a speedloader into the space and twisting away. It made a satisfying click as it closed, Furio coming around the corner just as she pointed the gun at a space in nowhere.
Technically, a tree.
It was a funny thing about Furio, the way his mind worked.
How dare these Gerber fucks force his Lady to shoot this innocent tree in the light of Eden. Why would you be here? Why would you need to teleport here of all places?
All that went through Clarissa’s head was the pleasure of the recoil against her palm as the bullet ripped through the hole she knew was there.
The impact zone expanded rapidly into a flat white screen which she carefully poked her head through. Typical outer Void, but the conditioning was working well, so most horrifying things were visible but imperceptible. Silhouettes in the foreground of an otherwise bleak and dark background.
But up on the hill, there was a house. She had to be quick. Her head pulled back out of the portal and looked up at Furio. ”Alright, Baby, here’s the deal. I’m gonna pick it up in here, you’re going to get ready to dive, ‘cuz a dive’s a jump. When you see my hand come through, you book it as hard as possible.”
Furio nodded. He wasn’t so conditioned, but he knew the score. No eyes, no ears, no mouth. His cufflink began to glow bright red as he channeled a conjure element spell. Shaping solid iron from thin air, he rapidly fabricated a solid helmet to block the outer horrors. Leaving only the slightest strip to see when she was back, Furio backpedaled and thought about everything he hated that day.
It was already a long list. Furio waited, waited a moment longer, and then… The hand. In an instant, he took his last breath and welded the mask shut to the open air. He sprinted, diving into the portal head first. His outstretched arm grabbed Clarissa’s, and for a moment, he felt the cold dark around him, penetrating his suit coat and gripping at his flesh before he felt the vague warmth of a new location. It was still in the Void but some kind of sanctuary. He opened his nose holes first, getting a rush of noise as the portal closed behind them.
Clarissa patted Furio on the shoulder, and he dropped the helmet from his head as he forcibly pulled the atoms apart between the seams. It put up much resistance, typical of these areas, but not enough that he figured he couldn’t overcome it. Everything was made out of atoms, held together by tiny magnets that can just be flicked and blocked and split at will. He’d studied for years, having the chance and the opportunity afforded to him by the Richoux clan.
He hated to admit that he needed those pompous fuckers.
The two of them stared into the house from outside, watching the proceedings until things began to get too bad. At first, Clarissa was going to barge in immediately, but Furio held her back only until after Jack had managed to get Void Heart back into the house after their attempted escape.
She had already grabbed another speedloader, and as Furio’s arm moved out of the block, she immediately began plugging holes through the window with her gun. She didn’t need a lot of precision to make her mirrors, but she did need precision to reload at competition speed as she dumped the empty casings and slotted six fresh rounds, four of which she dumped into a few more portals.
”Move your ass, Baby Boy!”
Furio happily did as he was told, harnessing a channeled spell and stepping through the portal to wherever she was sending him. He trusted her.
28 | Emily Gwendolyn Reed | She/Her "Don't worry about where I came from; worry that I'm right here."
Description:
The unofficial and self-proclaimed "fourth" in command was a former friend of Ashley, Daisy, and Auri. Emily was initially a shy and unconfident girl who was used to getting trampled all over until someone pushed her a bit too far, and she finally decided to work on herself. She wanted to grow a backbone and lash out at all the people she felt were taking advantage of her, and unfortunately, she was unsure of where to stop. So she became a nasty, over-the-top queen bitch of the school that, sadly, lacked the smarts to back it up.
When the Stygian Snake went on its rampage through St. Portwell, Emily was nearly killed, but Britney Williams saved her. She was mysteriously adjoined to an Apparition named Babylon the Great. Emily joined the Sycamore Tree Coven and spent most of the fight against the Stygian Snake trying to make herself the leader, sometimes over-stopping the damn thing. However, she still assisted in the battle against the Stygian Snake, and afterward, she found out that Britney forcibly adjoined Babylon to her to use her as a meatshield. She was not happy about that and spent most of her time in the Sycamore Tree Coven antagonizing the other members (primarily Samantha and Britney), and was a huge part of why many members of the group left. Soon, despite her strength, Emily was voted out of the Coven and could not be happier.
Emily was happy to hear those sluts broke up, but she got the idea to form her own Coven. As Emily entered college, she found a group of other Paranormal women and formed the 8th Street Coven, named after the street under which they formed their pact. Initially, Emily wanted to learn more about magic so she could learn what magic could do for her. Still, Emily intends to declare herself the ruler of St. Portwell's magical underworld. Thus, she has been directing her little cult to go around and steal artifacts from whoever she can and enthrall any Apparitions she could find.
Her arch-nemesis is the Spring Maiden of the Greenwood Coven.
Abstraction: Adjoined - Hellfire.
The abstraction of Babylon the Great that Emily uses by proxy, the ability to summon hot flames in the environment. Emily can either generate these flames out of her body or spawn them in the environment - as it's a technique for Emily to create a wave of fire. These flames are far hotter than average, bright red, infused with the screaming faces of Babylon's victims. Emily is entirely immune to the negative effects of heat, and she can teleport anywhere in sight.
Babylon
Eons Old | Babylon The Great | She/Her "There's a monster in everyone, I'm just bringing it out..."
Description:
An ancient Apparition famous throughout the All-verse due to her... antics. Initially, in a separate universe, there was a town so overtaken by greed, corruption, lust, and sin that a pastor desperately sought a reason for it all. That reason came in the form of Babylon the Great, who made the situation in the town worse, but she was ultimately teleported to another universe before she could do more damage.
Babylon has destroyed universes, enslaved them, and worse; however, for every time that she succeeded, there has been an equal amount of times she was foiled. Recently, she was sealed, but Britney Williams released her so she could be adjoined with Emily G. Reed to defeat the Stygian Snake. However, after the Snake's defeat, neither wanted to be separated from the other, and the two have been bonded. Usually, Babylon remains inside of Emily, but she appears and chats when the moment is right.
Abstraction:
Babylon allows Emily to use her abstraction.
Vashti.Nour
28 | Vashti Nour | She/Her "We’re going to run it all, bro." @Atrophy
Description:
The boisterous and bubbly woman serves as the second-in-command of the 8th Street Coven but acts more as the enforcer and bodyguard for the Reed sisters. As a child, Vashti encountered a benign apparition that left her One-Eye-Open and obsessed with the world of the Paranormal, her ramblings about magic and seeing spirits alienating her from many of her peers. However, when the Stygian Snake arrived, all her previous talk drew the attention of a mysterious person who offered Vashti the gift of magic if they would join the fights against the Stygian Snake. Vashti accepted, but the offer was a trick, cursing her with an affliction that made her appear monstrous, behave irrationally, and occasionally transform into a wild and uncontrollable reptilian Apparition obsessed with proving itself to be the apex predator known as the Leviathan whenever she was threatened.
While Vashti tried to help the Coven, she was often more dangerous to the group than anything. The Coven’s magical expert, Britney Williams, was able to help Vashti try to control the Leviathan long enough for her to assist in the final fight. However, after the Stygian Snake was defeated, Britney admitted to cursing Vashti and forcibly adjoining Emily to an Apparition. Thanks to this, Vashti and Emily would form a friendship primarily fueled by their mutual hatred of Britney. While the Coven could seal the Leviathan and break Vashti’s curse, she left regardless when Emily was voted out, having spurned most of the members against her anyway due to joining in with Emily’s toxicity.
Eventually, the two would form the 8th Street Coven. Although Vashti had first hoped that their Coven would focus on learning about magic to help others who'd gone through similar experiences like Emily and herself, it's impossible to deny that there was still a lingering hunger to be at the top of the food chain buried inside her. In the end, Vashti had no complaints when the goal of the 8th Street Coven shifted towards conquest. She seems invigorated by the idea, feverishly encouraging confrontation with the other organizations.
Abstraction: Agent - The Leviathan's Veil.
The shawl Vashti used to hide her monstrous appearance when the Leviathan cursed her and ultimately served as the Apparition’s prison. At first glance, the Veil seems to allow Vashti to generate a localized storm that follows above them and grows in intensity over time. Depending on the local weather, this starts with little more than a slight drizzle or a few flurries of snow and eventually escalates to an intense thunderstorm with hurricane winds and flash flooding or a freezing blizzard with whiteout conditions. However, as the storm is active, Vashti gains the viciousness and brutality of the Leviathan without being cursed to transform into the creature. Her nails and teeth can tear through metal, punch and kick through concrete, and her skin is essentially body armor, allowing her to shrug off most mundane and even some magical attacks. Vashti’s movement is unimpeded by her storm. She is immune to the elements generated by it, allowing her to easily see through the poor visibility caused by a prolonged downpour or slide through the snow.
Jacqueline.Reed
25 | Jacqueline Mackenzie Reed | She/HerTake it easy! I got all the answers!"
Description:
The beloved younger sister of Emily G. Reed and her twin sister, Miranda Reed, are (together) the third-in-command of the 8th Street Coven. Jacqueline is the opposite of her sister, Miranda, where Miranda is the girly of the two; she is more adventurous and fearless (with a hint of brutality). Jacqueline grew up the more tomboyish of the two and loved exploring St. Portwell's woods, which she claims crafted her into the person she is today. While the girl is ruthless, she has a deep reverence for nature and the outdoors (which makes her a bit more sympathetic towards 8th Street's rival, Greenwood) - and is the ultimate free spirit. She would do anything to maintain her independence above all else.
However, much like her sister, she is a loving and compassionate person who, deep down, reveres the rest of the 8th Street Coven as sisters and loves each one. This hidden compassion leads Jacqueline (alongside Miranda) to attempt to quell her older sister's brutality and try to keep 8th Street on the straight and narrow. She doesn't want to see them get hurt or arrested if (or when) they finally go too far. Jacqueline is a skinny Caucasian girl who usually dresses for practically rather than style - so expect jackets with lots of pockets, cargo pants, etc - and is a bit more athletic from hiking.
Abstraction: Agent - The Expert's Book.
The Expert's Book is an artifact given to Jacqueline Reed by her older sister, Emily, and it is a leather book inscribed with golden runes. The book gets its power from a Sealed-Apparition known as The Expert, a being with a vast wealth of knowledge and wisdom that is willing and wanting to share. However, the Expert is not just a passive source of information; it has a distinct personality and has chosen Jacqueline as its host (Or in its words "Scholar").
It's an Apparition with a quirky, annoying, and exceptionally pedantic personality that communicates with Jacqueline through the words on its pages and occasionally nudges Jacqueline towards specific topics, suggesting it has its agenda. The Expert chose Jacqueline as its host because of her adventurous spirit and thirst for knowledge, and this bond is not just a matter of preference; there is a magical bond that makes the book useless in anyone else's hands. The Expert is connected to Jacqueline's soul, and The Expert has no obligation to share its knowledge with anyone else. So if separated from it, the book pages will remain blank until Jacqueline reclaims it. If someone kills or injures its current Scholar to take the book, The Expert will know and permanently lock itself out to the killer and any of its associates. Only when the current Scholar willingly gives up the book or dies will the Expert choose a new Scholar, but they must be worthy of the Expert's power.
To use the Expert's Book, Jacqueline has to ask it a question (either out loud or internally). Its pages come alive with countless pages filled with comprehensive knowledge of the subject or topic she wants to learn about. Plenty of this information is useless, so Jacqueline sometimes has to comb through the book to find valuable information. The book has a "slotting" system, where it can only learn about one subject at a time and gets discarded and replaced with the subject. This ability allows Jacqueline to gain near-omniscient knowledge, but only within the bounds of her questions. As a limit, she can only inquire on a subject once.
Miranda.Reed
25 | Miranda Trinity Reed | She/Her"8th Street needs us... and maybe if we try hard enough we can make them a force for good."
Description:
The beloved younger sister of Emily G. Reed and her twin sister, Jacqueline Reed, are (together) the third-in-command of the 8th Street Coven. Miranda embodies a more traditional and "girly" persona and a kind and empathetic nature that sometimes puts her at odds with the ruthless practices of the 8th Street Coven. Miranda abhors the manipulation and intimidation used by the rest of the 8th Street Coven and often tries to push for a more ethical path. She often finds herself openly questioning the behavior of Emily and the others (and desperately hopes that Jacqueline isn't taking after their sister).
She sees herself as the only thing stopping the Coven from going off the deep end, and only remains in the Coven out of love for her two sisters and a sense of family. Above all, she's a gentle, nurturing, and empathetic soul amid the 8th Street Coven's more sinister activities. Much like Jacqueline, Miranda is a skinny caucasian girl with brown hair, except she keeps her a bit shorter... ironically. She usually tries to dress more "feminine" than her sister in dresses and skirts.
Abstraction: Adjoined - Mother Mallory's Gift.
In life, there was a legendary Adept with Green Lux, known only as Mother Mallory, who was known for her potent healing abilities and kindness. She wandered all over the All-Verse, healing people's wounds until she died, and the All-Verse got just a little bit sadder. Emily located Mother Mallory's Apparition (or one spawned from her legends), captured it, and adjoined it to Miranda - granting her the ability to use her abstraction by proxy. The most basic ability is that Miranda has an incredibly potent healing factor, as in she can regenerate from minor injuries instantly, and major ones can heal in less than minutes. She once regrew an entire arm in seconds and has demonstrated insane amounts of resilience to go along with this ability.
However, Mother Mallory's Gift's primary aspect is that Miranda can transfer the wounds of others to herself and regenerate them. She can transfer anyone's wounds to herself on touch and heal them in seconds. Thus, Miranda acts as the 8th Street Coven's healer. However, she is unaware of the upper limits of this abstraction as she never had to push herself that far, and not to mention it hurts. Miranda suspects that taking on too many wounds at once can kill her, but she'd still do it in a heartbeat.
Miranda has learned that she can transfer wounds to others if they consent, but she rarely does this.
The leadership of the 8th Street Coven, which is comprised of Emily's closest allies and little sisters.
"Greta".Faust
26 | Gretchen Melissa Faust | She/Her"To change things, you have to push past boundaries."
Description:
A member of the Old Coven that wasn't under that sycamore tree but was another pivotal member as Greta was a healer and support in the fight against the Stygian Snake. Greta is a native of St. Portwell who was unfortunately named after her late grandmother, whom she "inherited" the artifact known as the Alchemist Ring. However, her Grandmother wanted the ring to be buried with her so it'd be lost to time as the Alchemist Ring was a chaotic instrument, and she wanted to finally bring an end to it. Her grandmother trusted Greta to follow through with her wishes, but curiosity got the better of the girl, and when her grandmother finally passed, she discretely slipped the ring off of her.
Greta used the alchemist ring and experimented her little ass off, learning about all the beautiful things the ring could do. She created a healing potion and various other potions and wanted to use this artifact to change the world! However, she needed test subjects, and being a natural introvert, finding people to experiment on was hard. So, the young Greta went out at night and slipped homeless people her unique concoctions. This was when the Stygian Snake had long begun its rampage through St. Portwell, and one night, the Stygian Snake attacked and nearly killed her.
The Sycamore Tree Coven, naturally, saved her, and she was roped into the Coven - which she only joined to test out her special potions. She provided potions that healed and enhanced abstractions, and turned people into monsters when needed. When the Stygian Snake was defeated she was the one that made that special potion that removed everyone's memories whenever they so much as took a sip. However, Greta had a natural drive to go out and experiment with her abstraction! She had infinite test subjects to experiment on in the Old Coven and kept her head down while everyone was bickering about this and that. She had her little special lab in the old Coven's lair where she had hundreds of potions she made to save the world!
Various monsters began to pop up around St. Portwell, and the fearless second-in-command of the Coven, Daisy Hunter, got suspicious of Greta. Daisy knew that Greta could create potions that created monsters, and she was very reclusive... which led to Greta returning one day to a destroyed lab and Daisy accusing her of creating these monstrosities! Greta defended herself and eventually cleared her name with the help of Britney, Emily, Auri, and the others. However, the damage was already done; Greta's perception of the old Coven had already been long marred, and Greta left the Coven with a bitter taste in her mouth.
This led Emily to personally reach out to Greta and invite her to a better Coven, the 8th Street Coven. Greta didn't like Emily initially, but she and Emily bonded over their mutual hatred of the Old Coven's leadership. Greta Faust became a longtime member of the 8th Street Coven and had a renewed lab in the 8th Street Manor. She supports Emily's goal of taking over St. Portwell only because the city is in absolute chaos, and they're the only chance of bringing some order. Greta is a small and pudgy woman who stands at four-ten and has a noticeable gut; she dresses and appears punk with bright red hair.
Abstraction: Agent - The Alchemist Ring.
A ring that Greta has taken from her grandmother against her wishes. It is an incredibly powerful and dangerous artifact with many different applications and uses, as Greta can create any number of potions by mixing different ingredients that she believes will create her potion. With this abstraction, Greta is a very flexible and essential member of the 8th Street Coven. Below are the potions that Greta has devised so far:
Healing-Potion:Aloe vera gel, Honey, Chamomile Flowers, and Lavender Oil. A simple glowing green potion that'll cause whoever drinks it to heal their wounds. The more they drink, the more they'll get healed from their injuries.
Monster-Potion:Bat Guano, Mandrake Root, Belladonna. A glowing orange potion will cause the consumer to transform into a monster that reflects some aspect of them. This transformation is usually painful and lasts for a few hours - and it causes the recipient's wounds to heal temporarily.
Explosive-Potion:Baking Soda, Citric Acid Powder, Aluminum Foil Shreds, Iodine Tincture. Greta's primary combat Potion is a glowing red serum kept in a glass jar that'll go off like a pipe bomb if it shatters. It's incredibly dangerous and once knocked down a brick wall, and laid waste to a squad of Das Sonnenrad footsoldiers.
Fire-Breathing-Potion:Red Dragon Chili Peppers, Dragonfruit Juice, Cinnamon Whiskey, Ghost Pepper Extract. A dull-red glowing potion that allows whoever drinks it to breathe fire at will. It is independent of abstractions, so one can breathe fire and use their regular abstraction.
Invisibility-Potion:Juniper Berries, Slippery Elm Bark, Camouflage Green Tea, Clove Oil. A failure of a potion that Emily demands Greta to make. As the name implies, it allows whoever drinks it to turn invisible... and it doesn't work on their clothes, and Greta is not the kind of person who likes casual nudity. On anyone.
Smoke-Screen-Potion:Charcoal Powder, Pine Tar, Eucalyptus Oil, Clove. When thrown or shattered, this potion creates a dense cloud of smoke, providing cover and obscuring vision.
Stamina-Potion:Ginseng, Beetroot Extract, Ginger Root, Lemon Juice. The Stamina-Potion provides a temporary surge of energy, allowing whoever drinks it to perform strenuous physical activities for extended periods without fatigue.
Acid-Potion:Hydrochloric Acid, Sulfuric Acid, Vinegar, Lemon Juice, Ground Limestone. When shattered, this potion releases a highly corrosive acid that splashes over a wide area. The acid rapidly dissolves materials such as metal, stone, flesh, etc.
Shape-Shifting Potion:Chameleon Skin, Mandrake Root, Butterfly Wings, Ginseng, Nightshade Berries. This potion grants the consumer the ability to shape-shift into a different person for a short period of time. The exact form taken depends on the intent and focus of the user, as they can mimic someone they already know or temporarily remove an imperfection.
Abstraction-Enhacement-Potion:Ginseng, Ashwagandha, Blue Lotus Flower, Cinnamon Bar. A glowing blue potion that boosts the abstractions of others the more they drink (and she is unaware of the upper limits, if any). For obvious reasons, it does not work on Greta.
Supercharge-Potion:Dragon’s Blood Resin, Electric Eel Extract, and Liquid Mercury. A potion that temporarily amplifies the drinker’s abstraction to extraordinary levels, but the concoction is volatile. The more consumed, the harder it is to control the enhanced powers, causing unpredictable surges and strain on the body and mind. While the effects are short-lived, the aftermath leaves the user drained and vulnerable, with the risk of lasting damage or complete loss of control over their abstraction if too much is taken.
Phoebe.Carmicheal
29 | Phoebe Tatiana Carmichael | She/Her."I'll never let myself get outstaged again."
Description:
A native of Los Angeles, Phoebe grew up in an upper-middle-class environment, and she was the resented daughter of her father. You see, her father, Ian Carmicheal, isn't her actual father, and she was the product of an affair between her mother and her partner. Her father knew this, resented Phoebe, and treated her as the black sheep of her family - and mistreated her at every opportunity. Which made the girl feel like trash, and she, throughout her life, tried her best to rise out of it and become great. Throughout school, she was the Queen Bee, tried to be the best at soccer and basketball, best at arts... and yet, in the end, it didn't make her feel any better. Though Phoebe wanted to be home and play video games, her home was where the hatred was.
The second Phoebe graduated high school; she was shunted away to college in St. Portwell, which was for the best as it allowed the woman to slow down and find herself. She quickly learned to love being by herself and was usually stuck in her dorm room playing video games - which was an escape to her - where she was underestimated due to her race and gender often. Despite her more reclusive nature, however, she was drawn to being a performer, and as a hobby, she became a streamer who kept her identity a secret known as "Juicy-Fruit," a masked gamer. It started as a hobby she did on the side that gradually grew bigger and bigger due to her skill, confidence, and ability to put on a larger-than-life performance on stream... until she came out and unmasked herself.
Some people turned their back on her, others became far more supportive of her, and Phoebe, as Juicy-Fruit, was always a divisive figure in the community due to her over-the-top ego. She eventually reached fame and fortune in which she could support herself full time off the streaming and dropped the whole college BS, went no-contact with her family, and got her apartment. Things were good; despite getting into numerous controversies, she rivaled a rising star, Kimberly Walton. Kimberly was a superstar who gained fame off being a "Ghost Hunter" who went around the country fighting monsters and ghosts, and Phoebe made sure to hate on her whenever she got the chance. After all, Kimberly boasted that magic was real; that mere notion made Phoebe laugh.
However, Phoebe received a crash course in magic when, one day, she was pursued by a man-eating monster that broke into her apartment. She was in the middle of streaming, and if one of her viewers hadn't pointed it out, she would have been a hashtag herself! Phoebe was chased out of her apartment into the cold streets of St. Portwell, where she was cornered by the monster in an empty park... the experience made her undergo her Kindling Event. However, Kimberly Walton conveniently appeared and killed the monster - letting her know that she was the one in her stream that got her to turn around. Phoebe was confused as Kimberly quickly explained magic to Phoebe, then disappeared.
For a few weeks, Phoebe went off-grid, and chased after Kimberly, desperately trying to learn about any magic but getting the cold shoulder by the girl. After Kimberly left St. Portwell, Phoebe naturally went to the internet and chased any lead she could... however, Emily. G. Reed personally reached out to her. Phoebe was talked into a personal meeting with 8th Street Coven's leadership and wanted to learn about magic. Magic was new and exciting to Phoebe, and she would rather be out fighting monsters than sitting at a computer table talking to Simps. Phoebe is quick to be sarcastic and point out the holes in her leadership's plans. Phoebe is a half-African-American (with some Caribbean), a half-Korean woman who is tall and bony (at five-eleven) with notably dyed green and yellow dreadlocks.
She isn't aware of this, but James Carmicheal is her cousin.
Abstraction: Adept - Red & Green Lux. Channeler: Her necklace.
Ice Bitch:
Cryomancy: Phoebe's main spell that allows her to create and manipulate ice at will. With focused thought, she can conjure intricate ice constructs, form icy barriers, or craft deadly projectiles to hurl at her foes. Her cryokinetic abilities allow her to shape ice into various forms, making her a dangerous and versatile fighter.
Ice-Blast: Phoebe can create freezing blasts of cold energy in various forms (beams, orbs, etc.). These blasts freeze objects upon contact and encase them in a layer of ice.
Chill: Phoebe can immediately lower the temperature of an area of her choice, either by a few degrees or to absolute zero. Due to her immunity to cold, she can function just fine in these pockets of cold.
Ice Form: Phoebe can selectively or fully transform her body into solid ice. In this form, her body will be anatomically the same as her human form. Except her flesh and bones will be made out of ice - her organs will still be visible through the ice - and she will be absolute zero. In this form, Phoebe can manipulate her body shape and transform her hands into blades/maces/etc, and she'll be very durable. However, she'll be very slow and have a hard time maneuvering.
Ice-Regeneration: Phoebe has developed a spell in which she can absorb liquids (well, liquids that can freeze), shift them into her Ice-Form, and heal the wounds. Through this method, she can regenerate from otherwise fatal wounds in mere moments.
Brianna.Wallace
27 | Brianna Harmony Wallace | She/Her"It was the most beautiful place I've seen."
Description:
Another member of the Old Coven drawn to Emily's 8th Street to achieve her own ends. Brianna grew up a very mousy and reclusive woman in the town of St. Portwell; there isn't anything epic or amazing about her upbringing: She was shy, kept to herself, and was more interested in her family's library... which told fantastic stories of her family, Daniel Wallace, being a great dimensional explorer. Inside his library were the chronicles of his adventures, which ended when he met Brianna's mother, and they settled in Shimmer. There was something about a place known as the "Oasis" and "Luminescence," but the Stygian Snake attacked her house, killed her parents, and razed the library. Brianna was distraught but filled with aspirations of revenge... a desire that fueled her Kindling-Event.
Briefly, Brianna went on a one-woman rampage against the Stygian Snake, taking out several of its dark minions... that was when she came in contact with the Sycamore Tree Coven and joined them. She joined the expedition to find the necessary artifacts, being a backup portal opener if one of their primary teleporters went down. Fortunately, that never happened, and Brianna was there to watch the Snake get sealed into the Sycamore Tree, then she left. She knew her true calling wasn't in Shimmer or the Sycamore Tree Coven... it was in the greater All-Verse. Brianna followed in her father's footsteps and traveled the All-Verse, cataloging her various adventures while searching for this "Oasis" and "Luminescence" that she could vaguely remember.
However, during one of her adventures, she learned about an artifact known as the White Compass, something that could take someone into the Oasis and Luminescence. However, she heard that it was in the Pit, and like any sane and rational adventurer, she threw herself into a red crack and ended up in the Pit. A hellscape like no other, full of horrible monsters (which makes her a little adverse to her Coven sister, Cynthia). However, it was an exciting experience; she explored the place, searching for the White Compass, almost dying countless times and gathering many artifacts. Until she came across a temple where it was stored... and it was gone, she saw a Recollection of a man named James Vanburen taking it... and that sounded very familiar to her.
Leaving the Pit was easy for Brianna, as the place appeared to be sentient, and it hated the fact that Brianna was only there to plunder. She returned to Shimmer and searched for James Vanburen and, unfortunately, heard that he was dead... and his descendants were less than friendly towards her. She had zero leads on where the White Compass was... but she eventually fell into Emily's 8th Street Coven. Brianna didn't like Emily, but with her insane aspiration of stealing everyone's artifacts, she had the best chance of getting the White Compass. So, she begrudgingly serves as 8th Street's teleporter. Brianna is a short and mousy woman at five-three who is chubby but hides her extra weight well. However, she always had wider hips and backside.
Abstraction: Adept - Red & Purple. Channeler: Her cell phone.
Photomancy: Brianna can use magic to create light and manipulate existing light sources. She can create flashes of light, holograms, and more... but the keystone to this spell is the ability to create "hard-light" constructs. She can create anything that comes to mind, and this gives her extreme amounts of versatility.
Portal-Creation: A spell that allows Brianna to create a spiraling portal made out of spinning light that she and her 8th Street allies can travel through. Before, it only allowed her to only enter a brand new dimension, but she has adjusted it to allow her to teleport to places she has been before, as well.
Reflective-Teleportation: A far faster and linear form of teleportation, but it has its limits. Brianna sticks her phone out and fires a beam of light, which will reflect off any surface. After focusing, Brianna can teleport to the other end of this beam of light.
Teleportation Nullification Veil: A particular spell that Brianna devised during the battle with the Stygian Snake that'd negate its ability to teleport and escape them. After some experimentation and fine-tuning, she perfected the Spell and managed to block the Stygian Snake from escaping during the final battle. However, this spell is so potent that it works on any form of teleportation. Essentially, Brianna creates a transparent dome that can be up to thirty meters in diameter, and any teleporter, portal-creator, and whatnot will either not be allowed to teleport while in the veil or cannot enter it with teleportation.
Cynthia
22 | Cynthia, just Cynthia | She/Her"Cynthia finds this human annoying. Cynthia looks forward to silencing you."
Description:
A predator among humans, close to a wolf in sheep's clothing as they get, as Cynthia is not an actual human even in the slightest. Cynthia comes from a species of Abominable that lurk in the Pit known as Abyssal Hunters, creatures that hunt and devour Paranormal Beings in the Pit. Cynthia would have just been another Abyssal Hunter who would have done nothing more than kill people and breed more of her kind if it wasn't for a woman named Tiffany Beck.
After the Stygian Snake was defeated, Tiffany was one of the many who rushed into St. Portwell to see if she could fill the power vacuum before it was too late. She was a Purple Adept who cracked the code and created a method to enter and leave the Pit freely, and she heard about the Abyssal Hunters. She traveled into the Pit, found a pack with young, and simply kidnapped the newborn and researched the thing while feeding it her enemies. Tiffany discovered that the Abyssal Hunters had intelligence on par with humans (capable of human speech, too!) and raised the beast as a sort of child. Tiffany taught it how to read, write, talk, and societal customs, to the point where the thing could blend in with humans!
She named it Cynthia and applied a spell known as Glamour, which allowed Cynthia to change between human form and Abyssal-Hunter Form.
Tiffany turned Cynthia into her killing machine that hunted down and stalked all her enemies, forming an organization to take over St. Portwell. Which would have made her a formidable opponent in the present... if she hadn't crossed Emily G. Reed. Emily and the newly formed 8th Street Coven clashed with Tiffany Beck's faction, but the tide was turned when Jacqueline Reed found out about Cynthia's true nature. Emily convinced her that Tiffany was an unworthy pack leader, and she got through to the beast by saying she was nothing more than an attack dog to her! Cynthia turned on her master and brutally killed Tiffany in front of the entire 8th Street Coven and joined them - accepting Emily as her new pack leader. Becoming one of their longtime members who was a great help during the conflict with Das Sonnenrad, where she ate several of Kaiser's Chosen. Alive.
Cynthia has a strange personality because while the Abyssal Hunters have human-like intelligence, they're still wired differently. For starters, she uses the third person to speak and sometimes acts like an excitable puppy rather than a person. However, she must resist the urge to eat every Paranormal she comes across and save her appetite for the enemies of 8th Street. She doesn't consider herself human thanks to Emily and aligns herself with 8th Street only because she sees Emily as a superior "pack leader" to Tiffany. While under glamour, Cynthia appears to be an African-American woman modeled after a younger Tiffany. One that stands at five-four, with an afro that was dyed blonde.
In her true form? Well...
Abstraction: Abominable - Abyssal-Hunter.
The Abyssal Hunters are a hazardous species of pack hunter Abominable that inhabit the Pit - though it's theorized that they previously resided in a destroyed universe and adapted well to the harsh nature of the Pit. They have human levels of intelligence... while having animalistic strength. To begin, Cynthia's "master" had a spell applied to her so she could switch between human form and Abyssal-Hunter form at will, exploding in a cloud of pink smoke. Her proper form is a white, four-legged creature with a mouth full of teeth and two long, razor-sharp talons on her feet, and she is twelve feet long from head to toe. The Abyssal Hunter's physical capabilities are far from superhuman, however. Still, she is strong enough to throw a human around with her bite alone (speaking of bite, you do not want to get bit by her), her sense of smell is on par with a bloodhound, can run thirty miles per hour, mimic voices, and durable enough to tank most non-Paranormal attacks.
However, they have an ability that is known as Emotional-Field Attunement. Cynthia can see the auras of any Paranormal-Being in sight (even in human form), and she can focus on them and automatically adjust her Emotional-Field to resist their Abstraction. For example, against a Cyromancer, she can be incredibly hard to freeze and can tank their frozen attacks like nothing. Someone with super strength will find their punches hitting her at half their strength. However, she can only do this to one Paranormal-Being at a time.
As a failsafe, if the "Pack-leader" (Emily) shouts "Cynthia heel!", then Cynthia will transform back into her harmless human form.
"Lee".Evans
24 | Stanley Daniel Evans | He/Him"I should have been the hero! I should have saved everyone!"
Description:
The Stygian Snake terrorized many different universes, hopping from dimension to dimension whenever daybreak arose. Many don't know there was a dimension parrel to Shimmer in which an alternate Sycamore Tree Coven formed to defeat the Stygian Snake. However, given that Shimmer's Sycamore Tree Coven defeated the Stygian, this alternate Coven didn't suffer nearly the same number of casualties and had no purpose. However, this alternate Ashley Stone apparently took the Coven down a darker path, and they became an antagonistic force that took over St. Portwell's magical scene - killing or imprisoning anyone who objected.
Where does Lee come in all of this? Mercy Evans, his older sister (who died fighting the Stygian Snake in Shimmer's Coven), objected to the direction that Ashley took the Coven. Mercy formed a resistance group, the Vanguard, and rebelled against this Coven. Mercy went home and told her younger brother all about this, and Lee thought it was soooo cool and saw his older sister as a hero! Eventually, they ambushed and critically injured Mercy outside their home, and she gave Lee the artifact she used: The Hero's Gauntlet.
Lee vowed revenge against the Coven and used the Gauntlet to wage a one-man war against this Coven. He seemingly made headway against this powerful organization, but in his attacks against the Coven, he somehow made things worse. Releasing dangerous and powerful monsters into St. Portwell and leaving St. Portwell's power vacuum open for worse threats to take their place. The Coven desperately tried to convince Lee that he got everything wrong and he should stop. This plunged St. Portwell into chaos while eroding Lee's sanity while claiming to be the hero that would liberate St. Portwell from the evil Coven. He finally faced Ashley, Auri, and Daisy and prepared for an epic final battle. They chucked him through a portal, and he ended up in Shimmer.
Lost, scared, and alone, he eventually found Emily G. Reed, a member of Mercy's Vanguard in his home dimension. He told her everything and... Emily essentially manipulated him into joining 8th Street under promises of helping him defeat the alternate Coven if she helps him. Since then, Lee has been a member of 8th Street who quickly found himself abhorring Emily but swallowed his pride because she is familiar to him and out of hopes that she does help him. Lee is a skinny, somewhat well-built caucasian guy due to hitting the gym, and stands at five-eleven.
Due to his experiences with his universe's Coven, his perception of the Sycamore Tree Coven is permanently marred.
Abstraction: Agent - The Hero's Gauntlet.
The Hero's Gauntlet is an artifact created in an alternate dimension that changed hands quite often until it fell into Mercy Evan's hands... then Lee Evan's. The Gauntlet, at its basest, raises Lee's strength, speed, reflexes, durability, and healing to slightly above peak... not quite superhuman, but he's going to give an average person a challenge hand to hand. However, the artifact can allow its wielder to summon several magical weapons wielded by the first heroes to defeat Babylon The Great and stop her from destroying the All-Verse. The weapons and their abilities are below:
The Valiant Blades: The go-to weapon for Lee, and it is essentially a glowing-gold sword that has no supernatural properties in particular... other than the fact that the blades are functionally indestructible. He can create the blades from regular-sized swords to comically large claymores straight out of a videogame.
The Blazing Arrow: A flaming bow and arrow that Lee can use to fire explosive arrows... upon contact, the arrows will create an explosion of fire.
The Zephyr Dagger: A glowing dagger that Lee can use to summon powerful gusts of wind by swinging the short blade. He can create a tornado by spinning it around as long as he keeps spinning it.
The Quake Hammer: A mighty hammer made of stone, he can slam the hammer on the ground and create powerful earthquakes that could potentially knock down an entire building. At the very least, he can disorient and slow down foes.
Aegis Reflector: A transparent, triangle-shaped shield made of glowing purple energy that will reflect any magical projectiles that make contact with it.
Nadine.King
38 | Nadine Shaniya King | She/Her"The Baron wants you in his army... I want you out of my face."
Description:
Not a native of St. Portwell like many others, Nadine was born and raised in New Orleans... where clashing necromancer families rule the city from the shadows. Nadine has no connection to this and grew up in the poorer parts of New Orleans to parents who were getting by. However, they were a victim of the feuding magical families, and they were killed, leaving Nadine a bitter child who was kicked around the system while desperately searching for a cause of all of this. However, this attracted the Baron, an ancient necromancer Apparition, to Nadine, and he adjoined himself to her. He became Nadine's magical mentor and explained to her everything that had happened... and helped Nadine discover a new purpose in life.
She vowed to destroy the magical families that ruled New Orleans, but that was easier said than done - while the Baron was powerful, they were powerful and numerous, so the young Nadine had to get creative. She acted as a double agent, spy, information broker, mercenary, and so forth, constantly pitting the families against one another until she managed to evoke a fatal war between the factions. Eventually, all the families were destroyed, and she developed a sense of nothingness... this didn't make her feel any better, and eventually, other factions moved into New Orleans.
So, with the Baron, Nadine left New Orleans to fall into chaos and traveled the West Coast, acting as a "supernatural expert" con woman. She traveled, deceiving people out of their well-earned funds by casting curses on people and engineering Paranormal phenomenon (that she could conveniently solve). Eventually, however, she ended up in St. Portwell right after the defeat of the Stygian Snake, and the city was rife with marks... However, Nadine was confronted by the Sycamore Tree Coven, who were investigating her. After a brief confrontation, Nadine was run out of the city by the Coven.
Humiliated, Nadine went back to drifting from place to place... until she was reached out by Emily G. Reed, one of the people previously a part of the Coven that defeated her. Emily knew that there was more to Nadine than what met the eye, and the Baron and Babylon the Great were old friends. Emily wanted Nadine to be part of her new 8th Street Coven as her supernatural expert - it wasn't a gig that Nadine was used to. Still, Nadine was tired of wandering around scamming and saw some potential in Emily's plans.
If not, then Nadine King didn't exist.
Nadine is a tall (at six-two) African-American woman who usually has a handful of different rings and vibrant earrings. She usually keeps a scowl on her face and is silent, but when she speaks, 8th Street listens. She is the most quiet and mysterious of the 8th Street Coven - to the joy of Emily.
Abstraction: Adjoined - The Baron.
One of the many apparitions that spawned from the legend of Baron Samedi... the Baron himself is more inspired by what Baron Samedi was not. Where Baron Samedi was a peaceful Loa that welcomed people to the other side, the Baron is a more malicious and villainous Apparition that seeks power. The Baron is a necromancer Apparition deeply intertwined with human emotions, particularly those associated with life and death. The Baron can tap into the leftover emotional residue left behind by grieving hearts and tragic and tumultuous events - creating a bridge between the human realm and the realm of the undead. Through this link, the Baron can summon various undead minions that are typical Necromancer feats. The Baron can summon hordes of zombies, skeletons, wraiths, and whatnot - and he can somewhat manipulate these minions' forms. He can create massive rolling blobs of flesh and even towering monstrosities, even given enough time.
The Baron is naturally connected to grieving hearts and can sense the auras of people grieving their loved ones from over a hundred meters through solid objects.
Malik.Jakane
26 | Malik Wyatt Jakane Jr. | He/Him"I am Malik... of the soaring wind! Of the raging sea!"
Description:
Malik Wyatt Jakane Jr, a theatrical and flamboyant, embodies the spirit of Miami, Florida. As the only child of the enigmatic Shayton, Malik grew up largely unaware of the lengths his father went to provide for him. Shayton’s distant presence meant he appeared only for significant events in Malik’s life, creating a void in their relationship that would profoundly affect Malik’s development. Despite this, Malik's innate charm and sociability allowed him to flourish in his vibrant surroundings. Surrounded by friends and the excitement of summer activities, he nurtured dreams of becoming an actor, longing to grace the world stage.
However, as Malik turned eighteen, a pivotal moment arrived when Shayton felt compelled to reveal his hidden life to his son. This revelation pushed Malik even further away, deepening their estrangement. During this emotional upheaval, Malik experienced his Kindling Event, a moment he chose to keep secret from his father.
Upon graduating high school, Malik embarked on a journey to forge his identity. He enrolled at Miami University, pursuing a degree in Computer Science as a safety net. However, his true passion lay in acting. After numerous applications, his determination paid off when he gained admission to the prestigious St. Portwell School of Acting. Since then, Malik has dedicated himself to the craft, working tirelessly to achieve his dreams.
An outgoing individual, Malik thrived in various social circles, often frequenting his favorite restaurant, owned by the parents of Pearl Cho, a girl who moonlit as a nature-based superhero, the Winter Maiden. Their brief romance opened Malik’s eyes to magic, a concept he found both incredible and strangely familiar, for he, too, possessed magical abilities. This connection led him to join the Greenwood Coven, where he served as the Knight Storm, the sole male member during his tenure.
Amid a conflict against Emily, Malik devised a clever plan to enhance his acting skills by posing as a spy for the Greenwood Coven. With Ruby’s approval, he donned the disguise of a ruthless thug, meticulously gathering information to relay back to the GReenwood Coven. Yet, the role did not suit him; Malik felt out of place and miserable on 8th Street, yearning for the simpler times of hanging out with Greenwood.
As a second-generation African immigrant, Malik carries the rich cultural heritage of his parents—his father hails from Liberia, and his mother from Nigeria. However, he identifies as an American, embracing his parents' cultures while carving out his own identity. Standing six feet three inches, Malik is lean and athletic, having dedicated years to maintaining a healthy physique; after all, he is determined not to become a stereotypical “fat actor.” While he projects a tough exterior and a scowl on 8th Street, those close to him know that a massive softie lies beneath this façade. Little does he know that his father, Shayton, is currently in St. Portwell, and Malik would remain blissfully unaware of this fact.
Abstraction: Adept - Red Lux. Channeler: A Wind Chime made by his mother.
Aeromancy: The first spell Malik devised showcases his innate connection to the winds and reflects his peaceful, free-spirited nature. With Aeromancy, Malik can summon powerful gusts of wind that range from gentle breezes to fierce tornadoes. This spell aligns beautifully with the Aeromancy of the Spring and Fall Maidens, allowing him to synchronize with them. Malik can control the direction and intensity of the winds, enabling him to push back opponents or clear obstacles. One of the most impressive aspects of this spell is his ability to ride the wind, granting him temporary flight. Although Malik has temporarily retired the full use of this spell to maintain his cover as an 8th Street member, he still utilizes the flight aspect.
Storm-Cloud: During his time as the Knight Storm, Malik developed the Storm Cloud, a powerful spell that allows him to summon a telepathically-controlled storm cloud. This cloud serves as a conduit for various weather phenomena, allowing him to manipulate the environment around him dramatically. Malik can create multiple weather effects, from torrential rain and blinding snow to crackling lightning and thick fog. The storm cloud can be guided and controlled mentally, allowing Malik to focus on other tasks or engage in combat while still directing the weather effects. While Malik refrains from using this spell to maintain his cover as a member of 8th Street, the potential for its use remains a potent asset should he ever need to draw upon it.
Ionimancy: Malik can control and manipulate plasma, the fourth state of matter, or generate it at will. This potent spell enables him to shape burning plasma into various forms, such as whips of searing energy, protective plasma shields, or high-velocity projectiles that can sear through anything in their path. Unlike traditional fire, plasma is superheated and highly energized, allowing Malik to adjust its intensity, creating brilliant bursts of light and heat that can blind and burn opponents. His mastery of Ionimancy enhances his combat capabilities and enables him to showcase spectacular and dynamic displays of power that leave onlookers in awe.
Celestial Barrage: Celestial Barrage is a specialized subspell of Ionimancy, designed for his role as an undercover spy for 8th Street. This spell allows him to conjure miniature stars that mirror the twinkling lights of a night sky. He can shoot these miniature stars from his hands, each infused with intense heat capable of igniting flammable materials or burning his enemies upon contact. They dissipate upon striking an object, making them temporary but dangerous. While he can control the initial trajectory of the stars, Malik can also subtly adjust their path mid-flight, allowing for unpredictable strikes akin to the infamous Hellzone Grenade.
Flora.Benard
31 | Flora Sydney Benard | She/Her"I was just trying to have a sister! I didn't deserve this!"
Description:
Flora was born and raised in the coastal suburbs of St. Portwell, where life always seemed picturesque on the surface. She spent her childhood playing with friends and cousins, reveling in the carefree days of youth. But Flora always felt invisible in the shadow of her older sister, Geneva. Geneva was everything Flora wished she could be: tall, beautiful, confident, and adored by everyone. Geneva was the star, while Flora, in her own words, had been “sixteen, clumsy, and shy for over fifteen years now.” She struggled to step out of the role of the awkward younger sister, and despite her accomplishments, they were overlooked in favor of Geneva's brilliance.
While Geneva went on to college, Flora's life took a different path. She remained in St. Portwell, stuck in a dead-end job as a receptionist at an accounting firm. Her days were filled with mundane tasks and the discomfort of dodging her boss's inappropriate offers for promotions. Meanwhile, she lived vicariously through her sister's glamorous social media posts, watching Geneva travel, succeed, and thrive in a life that seemed entirely out of reach. This quiet, relentless envy and the loneliness of living in her sister’s shadow gnawed at Flora.
Everything changed when Geneva got a new boyfriend. At first, it seemed normal, just another part of Geneva's perfect life. But gradually, Flora began to notice the shift. Geneva's once lighthearted posts turned darker, filled with strange, cryptic messages that Flora didn't understand. Soon, these dog whistles became blatant propaganda. But the real shock came when Geneva finally began treating Flora like a sister, giving her the attention she had longed for her entire life.
Flora didn't realize that this newfound sisterly bond came with a price. Geneva's boyfriend was more than just a toxic influence; he was a high-ranking member of Das Sonnenrad, a Neo-Nazi cult led by the charismatic and brutal Kaiser Draeger. He had wormed his way into Geneva's life, slowly twisting her worldview to match the violent, authoritarian dogma of the cult. Using his Abstraction, he discovered that Geneva (and, by extension, Flora) had latent Adept lineage, and he forced Geneva to undergo a Kindling Event to awaken her powers. As one of Draeger's Chosen, Geneva's next task was to recruit Flora, using the bond they had never shared as the bait.
Flora knew something was wrong. She saw it in the harsh rhetoric, the hate-filled dogma, and the chilling shift in her sister. But after years of feeling ignored, discarded, and second-best, Flora couldn’t resist the intoxicating rush of finally being seen. So when Geneva handed her the Aegis Piercer and invited her into the ranks of Das Sonnenrad, Flora accepted. In those early days, the approval from Geneva was all Flora needed to blind her to the horrifying reality of what she was becoming.
Her Kindling Event was swift and brutal, forcing her into the world of magic, where her latent powers were dragged to the surface. Armed with this artifact and Lux, Flora became a foot soldier for the cult, enforcing their violent agenda on the streets of St. Portwell. She killed for them, men, women, and children, driven by the desperate need to hold onto her sister’s approval and the sense of belonging she had never known. Each kill brought a twisted sense of satisfaction, a brief high as she basked in the acknowledgment that had always eluded her.
But eventually, the high wore off. Flora began to realize the true horror of what she had become. She had allowed herself to be manipulated and used as a tool for a fascist regime, all in the name of seeking approval from a sister who had only ever cared about herself. Flora’s guilt was overwhelming, a gnawing presence that consumed her every waking moment. She had betrayed everything she once stood for and believed in for a sense of validation at the cost of countless lives.
She wanted to kill Geneva to put an end to the sister who had dragged her into this nightmare. But Flora knew the truth: Das Sonnenrad didn’t tolerate traitors. Deserters were hunted and made examples of, and Flora wasn’t ready to die. So she played the part, pretending to remain loyal while secretly looking for a way out. That opportunity came when Kaiser Draeger’s enemies started closing in, systematically dismantling the cult’s strongholds. Flora seized the moment and reached out to Emily G. Reed, leader of the 8th Street Coven.
Flora became an informant, revealing the locations of the cult’s remaining strongholds and, most crucially, the whereabouts of Kaiser Draeger himself. During the final battle, she tried one last time to reach Geneva to pull her back from the brink, but it was too late. Geneva was too far gone, thoroughly indoctrinated, and willing to die for the cult. Flora watched helplessly as Geneva was killed, her soul claimed by the Specter Knight, and realized that her sister was lost to her forever.
After the fall of Das Sonnenrad, Flora found herself a marked woman. The remnants of the cult wanted her dead for betraying them. Desperate, she turned to the PRA’s new Regional Commander, Meifeng Liao, for protection. But Meifeng had no sympathy for Flora’s pleas. In her eyes, Flora was just another Nazi, deserving of whatever fate came her way. With nowhere else to turn, Flora sought refuge with 8th Street.
Emily G. Reed and her Coven loathed Flora for what she had done, for the blood on her hands, but they saw her value. Flora’s knowledge of Das Sonnenrad, her Lux, and her skills with the Aegis Piercer made her too valuable to discard. So they took her in, though she was far from welcome. Now, Flora lives as a pariah within the Coven, hated by those around her, despised for her past, but kept alive because of her strategic worth. She serves as their reluctant foot soldier, a punching bag for their anger, carrying the weight of her guilt with every step she takes.
The guilt Flora bears is crushing. She is haunted by the faces of those she killed, the lives she ruined, and the knowledge that she allowed herself to be used for such monstrous purposes. Her sister’s betrayal is a scar that will never fully heal, and Flora struggles every day with the knowledge that she is complicit in the horrors of Das Sonnenrad. Though she seeks redemption, she knows that forgiveness, either from others or from herself, may never come. And deep down, Flora isn’t sure she deserves it. Flora is an average-height Caucasian woman who is skinny with a face full of freckles and reddish-brown hair.
Abstraction: Adept - Purple Lux. Channeler: A Locket with a Childhood Photo of Her and Geneva.
Slipstream: This spell allows Flora to momentarily step out of sync with the present timeline, giving her a brief burst of hyper-speed. While under the effect of Slipstream, Flora perceives time as moving slower around her, allowing her to react with enhanced reflexes and speed, dodging attacks or covering large distances in the blink of an eye. However, using this spell comes at a cost. Every time she steps into the Slipstream, Flora experiences distorted flashes of her past, particularly the lives she’s taken under the cult’s influence. These haunting images blur into her perception, making each use emotionally taxing.
Echo-Trap: Echo-Trap manipulates time around a small area, creating a temporal loop that repeats the events occurring in that space for a few seconds. Flora often uses this spell defensively, trapping enemies in a cycle of repetitive movements, disorienting them, and giving her time to escape or strike. However, this ability has a darker layer: Flora can also use it as a cruel reminder of her past, forcing an enemy to relive a single moment repeatedly.
Phantom-Step: Phantom Step allows Flora to change her position instantly, leaving behind an illusory afterimage for a few seconds. The illusion mimics her last actions, confusing enemies into attacking her false self while she repositions.
Rewind: Rewind allows Flora to reverse her timeline for a few seconds, undoing any physical damage or bad decisions made in that time frame. It’s a spell of second chances, one Flora desperately craves, allowing her to undo mistakes she makes in battle or escape injuries that would have otherwise been fatal. However, using Rewind doesn’t heal her emotionally. Each reversal brings with it the reminder that, despite the ability to undo immediate physical harm, she cannot undo the more significant mistakes of her life.
Trance: Trace allows Flora to step into the past momentarily and observe events as they occurred within the last hour. She becomes an intangible observer, able to see but not interact with people or objects. This is useful for tracking enemies or gathering information, but it’s an emotionally fraught ability. Flora sometimes sees echoes of her past actions or tragic moments from her time in Das Sonnenrad.
George.Nelson
26 | George Nicholas Nelson | He/Him"You can't put this rush into words!"
Description:
A member of the Old Coven... he was famous in St. Portwell High as one of its biggest bullies, who used his incredible size to intimidate others. He was famous in the wrestling ring as George the Juggernaut! However, one day, after beating some nerds at the old arcade, George was attacked by the Stygian Snake's minions, who nearly killed him. Until he was saved by the old Coven and discovered that he suddenly had an Abstraction, he was roped into the Coven by Britney Williams, primarily comprised of the people he bullies! Working with the people he intimidated was difficult, but he felt a rush like no other when fighting the Stygian Snake and its minions! This abstraction he had made him cocky and even bolder in his bullying and bullying members of the old Coven during the campaign against the Stygian Snake.
This all culminated in the final battle, where he rushed in, took a fatal blow, and was left for dead by the members he had scorned! If it wasn't for the kindness and compassion of Jade West, he wouldn't have made it. He was mad, and instead of reflecting on himself, he blamed the Coven. He eventually became one of their enemies, a persistent nail in their side that acted as dumb muscle for various factions. He was defeated time and time again, and this made him no different as he loved the rush he got from these magical fights! The collapse of the old Coven didn't stir George at all... as he fell into the hands of Emily G. Reed.
Emily told him the truth: that Britney forcibly adjoined him to his Apparition under hopes that he would die fighting the Stygian Snake. This made George feel no way or the other, except that Britney wanted him to die before her little secret got out. Emily knew that George liked to fight, just for the thrill of it all, and invited him to a Coven where he would get all the fights he wanted... and he gladly accepted, becoming 8th Street's enforcer and strongman. George is notable for being freakishly tall at seven-five (like they made News articles about the guy!) and very well-built due to his abstraction.
Abstraction: Adjoined - The Strongman.
The Apparition born from the ideations of what strength can do, and human power! The Strongman was one of the few useful Apparitions in Britney's possession... to put it simply, it's a simple abstraction (Shocker!): George is strong. Like, really, really, strong. He can perform ridiculous feats of super strength, such as throwing trucks, punching through concrete, and tanking bullets like it was nothing. It's unknown where the upper limits of this Abstraction land. Still, they come with a subtle telekinetic aspect that allows George to defy the laws of physics with some of his feats, such as pulling a chunk out of the ground, throwing it at someone, and throwing a car without falling apart when he swings it. George is also durable to boot, but only to physical attacks - you can still burn, electrocute, and whatnot.
Aaron.Sawyer
30 | Aaron Elijah Sawyer | He/Him"Whatever. Take the deal or get the fuck out of my face."
Description:
A native of Chi-town... he grew up in the mean southside alongside his younger sister, Kenya. Chicago wasn't a safe place to raise kids, but their parents did their best to give their children a better life than them. However, Aaron, despite it all, found himself drawn to the bad crowd, the kids who idolized the gangster lifestyle. By high school, Aaron was selling drugs and illegally had a gun that was given to him by an older friend... and he eventually ended up getting arrested for possessing drugs and possession of a stolen firearm (that gun he was given? Reported stolen). Given that he was a black youth already committing crimes, he was tried as an adult and sentenced to over twenty years in prison before he got out of high school.
The stress triggered his Kindling Event, and with his White Lux, he navigated the prison system more easily than others. He developed a sharp edge and cunning that helped him survive these twenty years that he had to look forward to... however, when he was in his early twenties, his sister, Kenya, visited him in prison in a private room with some people in suits. These people turned out to be Meifeng Liao and Cindy Keagan, who guessed correctly that he had an abstraction and gave him a choice: Get released out of prison now and join the PRA, or rot there. Naturally, he chose the former, underwent training, and had his sister as his partner.
It was a culture shock, but Aaron would rather be in a suit than a cell. However, old habits die hard, and it wasn't long until he was making under-the-table deals with Paranormal organizations, tampering with evidence, and skimming drugs and money. He knew it was a great way to get thrown back in jail (or worse, "accidentally" fall out of a window), but this was all that Aaron knew. However, his sister Kenya caught onto this and demanded that Aaron stop, and at the request of his loving sister, Aaron ceased and went clean...
... Until the Lighthouse incident.
Like many other agents, it was a traumatic event that he doesn't like to talk about. What is significant about the whole thing was that his sister Kenya was the one to end it all... and then she went missing. No one in the PRA cared about her and brushed him aside when he demanded that they search for his sister, but they already declared her dead. Out of frustration, Aaron left the PRA, and Director Alcott allowed him to do so without throwing him back in prison, as the Director felt that wasn't right. So, Aaron went from place to place, working for different crime-lords across the states (including Dollhouse, briefly), and sometimes being an informant for the Police and/or PRA.
Until he ended up in St. Portwell... where he came across the lovely Emily G. Reed; dealing with her was like rubbing his nuts against sandpaper until they go raw, but she had potential (and she fought Nazis), and she needed someone who was used to working in the criminal underground in her ranks. So, Aaron is a defacto member of the 8th Street Coven (only because he detests Emily G. Reed too much to call himself one of her people), acting as a bridge between 8th Street and the criminal underworld - allowing them to make deals with different factions and finding artifacts for them. Aaron is an African-American man who is skinny but stands at five-eleven.
Abstraction: Adept - Pink & White Lux. Channeler: His trusty lighter.
Spotlight: A spell Aaron devised to avoid fights: he can focus on a person and, using his Pink-Lux, influence people subconsciously into paying attention to that person. People's eyes will be drawn to them, and will pay more attention to them over other events. This somewhat bypasses Emotional-Fields, as the Paranormal will have the ability to resist.
Emotional-Amplifier: By focusing on a person, Aaron can intensify their current emotions to exponential levels - causing them to quickly spiral out of confront. A mildly annoyed person will break out to throwing hands in seconds, a happy person will be able to ignore even the worst moments, while a sad person will be catatonic. Emotional-Fields inhibit this spell somewhat, it will take more effort and concentration to bypass this Emotional-Field.
Danger-Sense: A keystone spell in Aaron's arsenal, this spell allows him to instinctively sense when he's in danger or when someone nearby has hostile intent toward him or his allies. This sense manifests as a tingling sensation or a heightened state of awareness, allowing him to react quickly to threats. This spell works automatically and has saved him and 8th Street countless times since he joined.
Connect The Dots: This spells Aaron understands the cause-and-effect relationships within a action. By focusing his attention on a specific location or person, he gains intuitive insights into the links between events and "fills in the blanks for him." For example, if he walks into the aftermath of a fight, he can know what sparked the fight and how many people were fighting in it.
Radar-Pulse: A spell that continuously sends out a pulse of White-Lux that travels out in a range of thirty meters. This pulse bounces off living beings and returns to him and gives him a sort of "map" of people or other Paranormal-Beings in this radius - trumping most stealth abilities that don't specifically counter White Lux or information gathering in general. He can sense if someone is entering the range, moving within it, or just lingering. It doesn't give him more information beyond the location of whatever is within its range.
Knowledge Absorption: A spell that allows Aaron to gain intuitive knowledge and insights on his environment. It works by creating an invisible thirty-meter field dome around him, and it's a sensory field that gathers information in his environment. It gives him information on basically everything within that field, such as details on objects and people, information on computers and books, and even residual magical energies. The longer it remains active, the more information he gathers, including distant history - but that would require the field to be active for hours.
Lie Detection: This spell activates the moment someone starts talking. Aaron sees an aura, and this spell basically monitors their aura for dishonesty. When they lie, the aura changes color, and Aaron will know that they are lying. Mixed with Connect the Dots, there's just no lying to Aaron.
Abstraction Intuition: A spell his sister taught him helps him learn about the paranormal and their abstractions. When an abstraction is used in his field of view, he instinctively senses and understands their nature and gains information such as what Paranormal-Being they are, what their abstraction is, and any other information relating to their abstraction. This spell also allows him to see the auras of Paranormal-Beings and essentially automatically tells him if they are Paranormal or not.
Carol.Doyle
Chronologically: 24. Biologically: 14. | Carol Heaven Doyle | She/Her."I'll turn you into a fucking baby if you do that ever again!"
Description:
The spicy member of the Old Coven and current member of the 8th Street Coven.
Carol was a native of LA but moved to St. Portwell when she was young because her parents thought it would be a better environment for her (and they have family there!). There wasn't anything of note about Carol's past; she was just a regular ass girl. However, the Stygian Snake's rampage was where it all began, and her entire house was knocked over by the Stygian Snake, which killed her entire family. She was barely alive... and she saw Britney Williams. Suddenly, she was brought back to life, and... she looked down and saw a fucking hourglass fused to her stomach. She was confused about all of this, but Britney brought her back to her cult, and they explained everything - about how magic was real, and now she had magic too (which Britney was oddly knowledgeable about). She was still confused but honestly went along to stop the Stygian Snake and avenge her family!
The Stygian Snake tore her in half during the final battle.
However, at this point, Carol began returning to the same spot where it all started: her destroyed house. She checked the hourglass in her stomach, and it would gradually drop sand from the second the day started, ending at midnight, where it would teleport her back to the exact spot where her old house where her family was killed. It would also revert her to her exact appearance, preventing her from aging alone while triggering her to see her old house. Carol went to Britney, who explained that the hourglass resets Carol back in time to the moment she received it, with its ability to restore anyone or anything she touches merely being a sub ability.
Then, it came out that Britney did this to her and others without their permission. Naturally, Carol was pissed off about this, and this naturally drew her to the likes of Emily and Vashti. When those two left, Carol was right behind them, given that the Old Coven had more interest in arguing and fighting each other than getting this damn thing out of her. Thus, Carol was one of the founding members of the 8th Street Coven and wholly supports Emily's dream of magical supremacy only so she can stop assholes with God-complexes like Britney. However, her goal is to get rid of the hourglass and gain a new abstraction, which Emily claims she's working on (she's not). When she was fourteen years old, Carol appeared to be herself, a small girl at four-eleven with very short blonde hair. Despite her aggressive and firey attitude, she doesn't look intimidating or assuming.
Abstraction: Agent - The Hourglass.
The Hourglass is a valuable and potent artifact that Britney forcibly fused to Carol to force her into the fight with the Stygian Snake. Carol admits it is a powerful artifact, but she wants nothing to do with it. Its most notable ability is to gradually revert anything she touches in time (reverting it to a previous state), and the longer she touches it, the further back in time it goes. This can reach a point where she can do things such as reverting materials to their raw form and turning people back into fetuses (and yes, she has done this before). She can exert more energy to make this process faster, and this abstraction can work on the Paranormal, but Emotional-Fields make it work four times as hard. If someone consents, she can pierce through their emotional field; using it offensively on the Paranormal is impractical. With this abstraction, she can easily repair damage and heal wounds - even resurrect the dead.
However, this isn't the true ability of this abstraction and is merely a sub-ability. The primary aspect of the Hourglass is, essentially, immortality. Upon her first death, it created a fixed point (a checkpoint) in time that she automatically returns to once the clock strikes midnight. Once midnight hits, she will be teleported to where Britney gave her the hourglass - her parent's house that the Stygian Snake destroyed - and reverting her physically back to that point. So, any alterations made to her body will be restored, any aging, any wounds, and it will even bring her back from the dead.
While it is a powerful abstraction, Carol wants to be normal!
Maya.Choi
28 | Myeong-Suk “Maya” Choi | She/Her "Just try telling me to shut up again." @FernStone
Description:
Maya likes to claim that the 8th Street Coven has no leader, or if asked will say its her, but in reality she’s more like the gum on the bottom of Emily's shoe that she can't get rid of no matter how hard she tries. Maya grew up in Seoul, Korea in an incredibly strict household where the only fun she had was educational games. She got into St. Portwell college for Chemical Physics, and immediately moved (just after the Stygian Snake was seeled). She fell in with a bad group, then a bad relationship that turned incredibly abusive. This triggered her kindling event, and the aftermath led her to losing all her friends…
Then she heard about the little coven Emily was putting together. Maya was one of the early members, joining pretty much as soon as it was created. She was looking for companionship and a way to explore her newfound magic - but she was quite happy when the coven’s focus shifted. Taking over the city's magical scene seemed pretty good. While with the 8th Street Maya has graduated and gotten a very well paid job at a company run by one of the cities Elite (literally, they’re a member of this group). This means she can help 8th a bit with information gathering on one of their enemies... At least the little she finds out and overhears at work.
It’s hard to tell why Maya is still in the 8th Street Coven. Her and Emily are constantly at each other's throats - Maya just can’t help making snide comments towards her, which leads to arguments and threats, but ultimately the two of them agree with each other more often than not (which neither would admit to). She also doesn’t really have anything to gain. Maya doesn’t take any issue with Emily’s brutality, she’s glad to go along with that, she just takes issue with how controlling she is and her constant slut shaming. And she will not shut up about those issues she has. But 8th are also the only people she knows in the city, so she’s chosen to stick there.
Maya is an incredibly loud, abrasive person. She doesn’t deal very well at being told what to do, which just adds to her constant clashing with Emily, and is very stubborn. Maya can be good company when she’s enjoying herself - she’s incredibly flirty, which definitely never causes problems for 8th street. Maya is a short (five-one), slim Korean woman with dyed red-brown hair. She often dresses in a cuter style, which completely clashes with her bitchy personality.
Abstraction: Adept - Red Lux. Channeler: A helix hoop earring
Sound Manipulation: Maya’s main spell, she can create sound waves and manipulate already existent sounds. She primarily uses this to emit powerful waves of sound waves that cause physical damage, either in a burst of sound in a radius around her or a more directed but slightly weaker blast from her hands. These sound blasts knock people back and cause all sorts of damage. She also uses it distort already existing sounds. She can make a sound incredibly loud and grating to the point it causes auditory damage, mess up how something sounds so it's unrecognizable, and the like.
Sand Blast: Similar to how she uses direct sound wave blasts, Maya can create and control sand and send out a powerful blast of it from her hands. This is only from her hands, and a limited amount of sand, but it’s strong enough to hurt - and blind if it hits the eyes.
Amy.Nakamura
24 | Amy Nakamura | She/Her "If the first hit doesn't take you out; the second one will. And if the second one doesn't; you’ll wish the first one did."
Description:
Called Amy by Americans, but known as Aiko by Kura. She is a second-generation Japanese immigrant who was born in Honolulu, Hawaii. She grew up with other siblings that her parents thought were better than her, and they neglected her needs, which was unsuitable for the girl's development. She grew up being rebellious and acting out in any way she could, which led to her spending many afternoons in detention or suspended. However, the Nakamura family moved to St. Portwell as a teenager, and she came across a mysterious kanabō ... and it spoke to her when she touched it.
It was very spooky, but Amy kept it hidden underneath her bed of weird interest in it, realizing that the supernatural was real. Eventually, she met Kura Yoshida, and the two became best friends. The two became far closer when the Stygian Snake attacked, and they were forced to fight for their lives. However, they were saved by the Sycamore Tree Coven, and eventually, the two joined. Amy grabbed the kanabō, then gained the powers of the Oni and used them against the Stygian Snake, being there when the thing was defeated and sealed into a tree. However, Kura returned to Japan afterward.
Amy remained in America, keeping in touch with Kura, and became an MMA fighter as a Strawweight fighter afterward. However, she went missing after Father Wolf murdered Kura, and when she returned she immediately joined the 8th Street Coven for mysterious reasons (She claims is to get a shot at the bastard that killed her friend). Amy is very short at five feet even and is very athletically fit, with muscles she forged by years of going to the gym.
Abstraction: Agent - The Oni's Club.
In ancient Japan, three powerful Apparitions that called themselves Onis were defeated by old Oni-Kariudo (Demon Hunters) and sealed inside a kanabō. The Nakamura family kept this kanabō until modern times when it was merely a family heirloom... however, this family heirloom grants whoever's holding it their power. Empowered by the Club, Amy possesses superhuman strength and durability that allows her to toss someone effortlessly, flip over a car with one hand, and tank supernatural attacks. The kanabō itself is supernaturally durable, allowing Amy to unleash devastating attacks without fear of damaging the weapon. In addition, it grants her tactile pyrokinesis, enabling her to generate fire only at the touch range. She channels this pyromancy into her strikes, which can inflict severe burns.
However, as Amy fights, the Onis can exert their influence upon Amy and thus channel more power into her. They fuel her rage, and eventually, she will go utterly berserk, turning into a rampaging beast that can be (vaguely) directed at a target (and the ones close to it). The longer Amy fights, the more powerful she becomes; her strength, durability, and pyrokinesis will increase to exponential levels as her pain will be numbed, and she'll be able to ignore her injuries as she fights. It is unknown if there is any limit to how strong she can become. However, there's only so long she can be berserk, and eventually, her body will give out as she collapses due to exhaustion.
Native of Los Angeles, Violet and her best friend Pink (though they call each other sisters) drifted from town to town and ended up in St. Portwell because once they turned 18, they were put out. Violet grew up the pariah and outcast of her family and peers because she was born intersex. She has a woman's general appearance and shape to the point where she's unmistakably female but was born with male genitals. When growing up, Violet was excessively mocked and shunned for this feature because regardless of what she did, people always found out, and she could never escape it. She, in time, learned that regardless of what was between her legs, she was a woman and dressed excessively provocatively and feminine to show the world.
If the weather allows it, Violet would dress in the most racy outfits possible (booty shorts, crop tops, mini-skirts that, if they were shorter, would get her arrested for indecent exposure), except she would keep that little shame in between her legs hidden. Violet is used to living on the fringes of society, as she had to steal, cheat, and other unspeakable things to ensure that she and her sister had food in their stomach and a place to sleep (even if it was the floor most of the time).
Violet and Pink finally settled in St. Portwell, where the two became strippers at some trashy gig named Veni Vedi Veni, where she had to shake ass to put food on the table. Violet is half African-American, half Brazilian, with light-caramel skin, and usually has her hair dyed some color (before, it was lavender, but she dyed it hot-pink). She stands five-seven feet tall and is very skinny due to her ridiculous genetics and her... career choice. The woman is flirty, firey, and loves to make jokes... frequently taking things too far.
Abstraction:
Unknown.
'Pink'.Howard
28 | Abigail Taya Howard | She/Her"Step into the mist, daddy. You won't forget it."
Description:
Pink is Violet's best friend (though they call each other sisters) and, much like her, was born and raised in Los Angeles. Her parents weren't the best, so Pink spent her youth rolling with other troubled youth. Pink was very used to the inside of a police car that usually took her home to her parents after she committed a crime or two. She's also used to Los Padrinos Juvenile Hall as sometimes the judge wasn't so lenient on the young girl. Eventually, her parents just gave up on her, and the second she turned 18, she was put out. With her best friend, they drifted from place to place and ended up in St. Portwell.
She does not like to think about what she did for food and shelter, and staying in homeless shelters gave her a lot of things to forget. Eventually, she and her sister became a stripper at Veni Vedi Veni, where she worked with her sister, Violet. Pink is African-American and usually keeps her hair natural, albeit dyed hot pink. She's skinny and dresses conservatively, making the two stick out more.
Abstraction: Adjoined - The Tantalizing Mist.
Pink is Adjoined to Deniza, a mysterious and silent Apparition, which she says also conveniently found her around the time Violet adjoined to Lightning Girl! This Apparition allows Pink to use her Abstraction by Proxy, which is the ability to generate a bright pink, sparkling mist. This mist can be manipulated by Pink telekinetically and, if inhaled, has a unique effect: it induces illusions/hallucinations of what the person desires the most. These illusions will be incredibly realistic and convincing, being able to manipulate all five senses and can be interacted with as if they were actual. As long as they are in her mist, the illusion will persist; however, they can break the trance if they can tell that it's just an illusion (or know about Pink's abstraction). Pink herself is immune to the effects of the mist, and by focusing on someone in her mist, she can see and interact with the illusion much like they do - confusing them further. This Abstraction bypasses all Emotional-Fields long as it's inhaled.
Annabelle.Heart
24 | Annabelle Candy Heart | She/Her"Emily has to help me... I don't know how long I can hold back."
Description:
A friend of Miranda and Jacqueline, whom they roped into the 8th Street Coven, Annabelle was originally a native of St. Portwell. She lived a lovely life with her younger sister Sophia and was an artist (She got paid handsomely for drawing pictures of people's specific... interests). After joining the 8th Street Coven, she was given an artifact allowing her to psychically control birds. Annabelle had little issue with 8th Street's bullying of St. Portwell's magical scene as she was getting paid and wanted to dominate it to make it safer for her little sister. However, a marble urn she was carrying was broken during 8th Street's faithful battle with Greenwood in the temple underneath St. Portwell over the many artifacts. It exploded with a mysterious black mist that Annabelle inhaled. She was infected with a mysterious curse known as The Hunger.
The Hunger transformed her from a regular gal to a freakishly tall creature (at eight feet tall) that is near skeletal with two horns on the side of her head, sunken yellow eyes and long spindly claws. Worst of all, Annabelle has fits of hunger for human flesh and will become increasingly rabid until she eats someone. Emily has been letting her out into other dimensions to let her eat a few people and return to keep her quelled - however, Annabelle desperately wants to be cured so she can return to normal. Annabelle stays in the 8th Street Mansion, but when Emily isn't aware, Annabelle sometimes ventures out at night, putting on a robe and a deer-skull mask.
Paranormal Ability:
Unknown.
The other members of Emily's 8th Street Coven who make up the footsoldiers, goons, and other minions.
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