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"You're a fine warrior. Call me sentimental..."







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The Tyrant Shell Universe - Mechapunk (Mecha and Cyberpunk mixed together).
The Black Fall Universe - Modern-Superhuman tale.
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So, I've been doing some updates to some of the NPC sheets, and I also came up with three new ones. Below are the updated sheets... Judas and Ruby got the big updates (I wrote their description and changed some of Ruby's spells), but I also completely changed Lynette's abstraction and did some major updates to Jacqueline's so that nobody can speedrun the story.

Oh yeah, I made three new NPCs. They're cool. Go look at them.


I also wrote up various Joint-Casting concepts based off of conversations on discord and ideas... these are not final and I'm willing to make edits.

In addition, you all are more than welcome to write some of your own. And by that I mean I want you all to do it.





”... GIMME THE LAPTOP!”


Lisa shouted, chasing after Ella with her hands outstretched.

"NO, IT’S MINE!"


Ella yelled back, jumping between the beds with the laptop in her arms. It was playing some anime, which Ella seemed to be trying to watch while running away from Lisa.

Saskia watched all of this from the desk chair, feeling her remaining sanity quickly slipping away. She couldn’t handle this. Lisa had been chasing Ella around for at least five minutes! But it felt like a century! Her head hurt.

"I’m going out," Saskia said, standing abruptly. "For snacks. Want anything?"

"Ooo, some sweetheart candy, and lollipops!" Ella said cheerfully, still running away from Lisa.

”... Don’t make me get out the spiders!” Lisa shouted.

"Not the spiders!" Ella screamed.

Saskia rolled their eyes. Whatever. She’d just buy a bunch of chocolate, and whatever was most pink from the vending machine, with the ten dollar bill she had in her pocket. She quietly left the room… without a keycard, but eh, they’d probably let her in. There wasn’t a vending machine on their floor, which was annoying… but meant she could be out for longer. She hummed to herself as she walked down the corridor towards the elevator- swiveling around it and going down the stairs instead.

She didn’t like feeling trapped. And it was nice and quiet here.

Down on the ground floor, it wasn’t that long of a walk to a vending machine. It had pitiful options, and absolutely nothing that would fit Ella’s cuteness criteria, but whatever. She pulled out the crumpled ten dollar note (haha British) as she thought about what to get.

A woman—a tall Caucasian lady with long brown hair—wearing jeans and a white button-up—walked up and seemingly walked by…

… However, Saskia felt what had to be a pistol press against the back of her head as the woman came to a stop. “Saskia Otten,” She said, “You are going to follow my instructions to the letter, or I will blow your head off, then your friends are next.”

She pressed the pistol harder against the back of her head, then said, “… Are we clear?”

"... Clear," Saskia said without any change in expression, slowly putting her hands up. Her gaze stayed fixed on the vending machine, and the chocolate she wasn’t going to get to eat. She felt a little sad. "I’m very obedient."

The woman stuck her hand out, “Jewelry, accessories, whatever, put them all in my hand.”

Saskia sighed, because it was an absolute pain. They took off their four rings, multiple bracelets (including their channeler), and a chain necklace. They then gestured to their four piercings. "Do you want my earrings too?"

She pressed the pistol even harder against her head. “All of it.”

"Alright," Saskia rolled her eyes, reaching up to take out the four earrings and put them in her hand. "There you go."

The mysterious lady put it all in her pocket, “… Your channeler is in there, right?”

"Yeah, it's the death note bracelet," they said as if she'd know which one that was.

The woman quickly shuffled through her pocket until she found it. However, with the bracelet around her finger, she patted Saskia down. The first thing she pulled out was Saskia’s knife, and the next thing she pulled out was Saskia’s phone. She dropped them both to the ground and kicked them under the vending machine.

“... You can get those back later,” She softly said. “Now you are going to to turn to the left, and walk down the stairs until we get to the ground level. Then we are going out through a side door, where a car will be waiting for us.”

She explained,

“That meeting you interrupted the other day… Those people want to have a talk with you.”

”Oh, how nice," was all Saskia said. It made sense. The other group, Dollhouse, was dangerous. Of course they wouldn't be happy about them interrupting.

Saskia did exactly as the woman had said, going back to the stairwell and walking down the stairs to the ground floor. She pushed through the side door and took a deep breath of the outdoor air it felt like she'd not felt in a long time. Being stuck in a room with Ella and Lisa had that effect. She then squinted, looking for the car she was going to be shoved into.

A black Cadillac Escalade pulled up, and the woman stepped in front of Saskia, keeping the pistol aimed at her, and threw the door open.

“Get in.”

”I'm not going to run, you can put the gun down," Saskia rolled their eyes. After all… this was the most fun she'd had since laying low again. Should she be scared? Definitely. Was she? Not right now.

She got in the car very calmly, immediately going to do her seatbelt. Safety was very important. ”So… what torture methods are you planning to use on me?"

“… Hopefully none,” Shayton sat in the front seat, with both hands on the wheel.

“What do we think we are?” The woman asked as she got in next to Saskia. Still aiming the gun at her. “Animals?”

The woman’s body changed, changing shape as if she was a liquid. When she finished the transformation she looked the exact same as that woman who accompanied the Dollhouse leadership in the meeting.

“We’re better than that,” Shayton said.

The woman smiled, “… Are we?”

“Boss isn’t that pissed anyway,” Shayton shrugged as he hit the gas pedal and started driving. “So that’s one thing you have in your favor.”

”Aw, I was looking forward to it," Saskia said in a tone that made it really difficult to tell if they were joking or not. They looked out the window for a moment, then back at the gun. ”Is that for intimidation? I'm already in the car. I'm not jumping out without my channeller. Do you know how hard it is to find that bracelet now?"

She paused. ”Shouldn't you blindfold me so I don't know where we're going?"

“One, you can use magic without a channeler, so we’re making sure you don’t try anything funny, and two, it doesn’t matter either way,” The woman kept her eyes on Saskia. “Now, I have a question for you, Saskia Otten…”

She narrowed her eyes and asked.

SO GA, does that ring a bell at all?” She raised an eyebrow.

”No," Saskia tilted their head, eyes narrowing slightly. SO GA… was it some kind of code? SO were her initials, but why? ”Should it?"

“… That’s your name on their little memorial,” The woman said. “I have always been interested in the work of the Sycamore Tree Coven… I personally confirmed the deaths of every name on that memorial, including your three litle friends. So...”

She tilted her head, “... Why are you here? Are you just a shapeshifter assuming Saskia Otten’s identity?”

Oh. Of course, there was a memorial. If this woman could connect that to her specifically… she must know quite a lot. Why even bother kidnapping her?

”No shapeshifter could replicate my incredible wit," Saskia said in an incredibly dull tone. ”I’m the same Saskia on that memorial and I'm here because I really love killing shitty bastards."

They then pointed a finger at the woman, very bluntly saying, ”But who are you? I don't recognise you."

“You wouldn’t,” the woman answered. "My name is Shaquita Walker. I am a Green-Lux user just like you.”

She paused, “Green-Lux doesn't let you come back to life and the Hound gets pissy about resurrections. So how did you come back?”

"The Hound himself brought me back," Saskia shrugged. There weren't exactly any other reasons she could give or come up with, especially to another Green-Lux user. From what she remembered, even Black-Lux couldn't properly resurrect someone. ”He wouldn't get pissed at himself. That's all I know."

Bullshit,” Shaquita said.

“... I have a feeling she’s not lying.”

“Stay out of this, Shayton,” Shaquita answered, looking to the front seat.

Fine.” Shayton shrugged.

“... Why did the Hound bring you back?” Shaquita asked. “I did extensive research on your Coven, and there were far better options for him to revive than you.” She narrowed her eyes.

"Wow, that hurts," Saskia said, holding a hand to her chest. She didn’t look particularly upset. "You’re right, we weren’t the best. Someone called in a favour. He wouldn’t say anymore, believe me or not. Feel free to torture me to prove it."

“I might,” Shaquita said.

The car eventually, seemingly, left the bounds of Mirage Springs and drove into the Nevada desert. However, the SUV pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned gas station.

“Can you get the door, Shayton?” Shaquita asked as she pulled out her phone with her free hand. As asked, Shayton got out of the car and opened it, staring at Saskia as he said,

“... Get out.”

”Ohh, are there any vending machines here?" Saskia asked as she got out, hands stuffed into her trouser pockets. She looked around and grimaced. The desert was not for her. "I hope you’re not planning to leave me here."

“Shut up,” Shaquita said as she got out of the car and pulled out her cell phone. She lowered her pistol…

“... You’re not getting away from Shayton if you try anything funny,” Shaquita said as she put the cell phone to her ear. “We’re at the spot.”

Then hung up the phone. A few moments later, a swirling purple portal opened up in front of them. Shaquita pointed at it.

Wow, these guys were really boring. Maybe this wasn’t going to be the fun break from their two friends fighting that Saskia thought it was. They shrugged, and stepped through the portal. They were greeted to a dark room… The portal closed behind them.

The light switched on.

The first thing Saskia saw was Luis and Henrich.

”... HOWDY, MOTHERFUCKER!”


Natalie screamed as she bashed Saskia in the face with the butt of an AK-47, knocking her out completely.





“... I had the situation under control,” Shaquita could be heard saying. “There was no need to do that.”

‘Under control’?” Natalie snorted. “Bitch had free reign to do whatever she wanted to!”

“She was cooperating,” Shayton said.

“Again. She. Has. Magic.” Natalie said, “What is this? Amateur hour?

“... Is that also why you felt the need to strip her naked?” Shayton said.

“Motherfucker you saw that other bitch!” Natalie shouted. “You know! The one that had the fire demon sealed in her panties!? I’m not taking chances.”

“... She’s waking up,” Saskia heard the cold whisper of Heinrich.

“Ooooooooooh!” Natalie laughed, as she turned towards Saskia, “Rise n’ shine, lil’ bitch!”

Saskia was, like they said, completely nude, with their hands binded by chains - which were hanging them from the ceiling. Natalie walked over to Saskia and said, “... How’s it hangin’?” She laughed.

Saskia slowly opened their eyes, squinting. Fuck, their head hurt. Didn’t seem to be bleeding. They were much more bothered by their lack of clothes than anything else- a hint of discomfort crossed their cold eyes.

”It’s just great," they intoned, twisting their wrists to check the chains. Of course, they could actually get out of them if they really wanted to by breaking their wrists… But that wasn’t worth it. ”Shame is an interesting form of torture. Effective. What else do you have planned?"

They almost seemed… excited?

“Well,” Natalie laughed, putting her hands in front of her and smiling like she was containing laughter. “For starters, we’re going to figure out why the fuck you thought it was cute to interrupt our million-dollar deal!”

“Then we’re going to figure out what you can do to make it up to us,” Luis said, leaning against a nightstand with his arms crossed.

That too,” Natalie said, before she walked over to Saskia, grabbed her side, and gave her a little spin. “So… let’s get to know each other…”

”Righhhhhtttt," Saskia said, voice elongated with the spin. They winced slightly. It would be more fun if they got out really torture devices… ah well. ”Well, my name’s Saskia Otten. I was dead for ten years. Bled to death, really fun. I’d honestly recommend it if you want a once in a lifetime experience."

“Been there, done that,” Luis rolled his eyes.

They shrugged as best they could. ”It was less about you, more about the other side."

“Oh, you mean those Society retards?” Natalie laughed. “I mean, I don’t like them either, but they got money and resources. So we make due.”

“I’m still trying to figure out why you’re back,” Shaquita said, narrowing her eyes and putting a hand on her hip.

Luis smiled.

... Even if she doesn’t tell us, time will tell,” He answered.

“Not important!” Natalie said as she walked up to Saskia, and squeezed her lips with her thumb and index finger. “Lemme tell you about us, sweetheart.” She laughed, raising a finger to her face.

“Dollhouse? Unlike those Society dumbasses, we don’t fuck around!” Natalie laughed. “Oh! Let me ask ya’ a question! Take a guess on how we found you so easily?”

”He," Saskia looked at Shayton, ”injected one of my friends with a tracker. Or maybe both- it’s not something that’ll kill them, is it?"

“Bingo!” Natalie laughed, then her expression went flat. “... Sort of.” She shrugged.

“... I slipped it in your two little girlfriends' pockets,” Shayton piped up. “Neither of you noticed.”

”They’re too busy fighting over a laptop," Saskia muttered. It wasn't like she'd felt up Lisa and Ella since the fight.

Luis pushed off the nightstand, and folded his arms behind his back, “But, we can forget about this… It's not like we can’t meet the Society later.” He spoke as he walked over to Saskia.

“How about we make a deal?” He said before he spun Saskia.

“... That's weirdly fun, right?!” Natalie laughed.

“Will this deal involve putting her clothes back on?” Shayton tilted his head.

“Why are you acting like you ain't seen a naked bitch?” Natalie laughed.

”I would appreciate clothes being part of the deal," Saskia said drily. ”Even a sheet. But sure, let me hear this deal."

“Maybe if you accept,” Natalie scoffed.

Luis clapped both of his hands together.

“We assist you…” Luis grinned. “... In your fight against the Society.”

”Oh?" Saskia tilted their head. That did sound like a good deal, on the surface. She was sure Ella would take it immediately if offered. ”And what do I do in return?"

They were silent.

“Eliminate Morningstar!” Natalie shouted. “It's that easy.”

”... Huh?" Saskia's eyes widened just slightly. That seemed too easy. ”What’s the catch."

“Well, how do I say there is no catch?” Natalie tilted her head. “Baaaaaaaaasically, Morningstar? He’s bad news. And while we are scumbags: at least we won’t lie to your face.”

"He is awful," Saskia agreed. She didn't really trust them - she wasn't the trusting sort. But they needed help with Morningstar, and if they didn't kill him they'd be dead again anyway. Plus this lot could've very easily killed her. "We plan to kill him anyway, so that's an easy deal to agree with- assuming there's no catches. And you keep my friends out of it."

Her lips then twisted down into an almost mournful look. "I lost the drawing of what we plan to do to Morningstar, it was very good… Maybe I can recreate it?"

“Whatever you plan on doing,” Shayton said. “Make sure it is solid.”

“We have something that can turn the tide in your little fight,” Natalie said, nodding her head at Shaquita - who walked out of the room for a moment, and then came back with a suitcase, which she opened and Natalie put on a thick leather glove, before she pulled out a orange gem wrapped in a necklace, and held it with her thumb and index finger. “This is just a random ass rock. Nothing important about it. It’s definitely not the incredibly powerful and dangerous Orange Stone.”

”Right, so normal you need a thick glove to hold it," Saskia said drily. They narrowed their eyes at it. Whatever it was, they'd take it and use it because they needed to… but they definitely wouldn't let Ella or Lisa touch it. For their safety. "Orange Stone as in orange lux, abstraction boosting? Or does it do something else?"

“It makes your abstraction sooooooo much stronger, like you might be able to topple buildings,” Natalie said. “Except… if you use it too much, you’ll become consumed by your abstraction.”

She grinned, “So, use it wisely. Lest you want to become a rampaging monster.”

”I see, sounds fun, I've always wanted to be a monster," Saskia said nonchalantly. She planned to use it very carefully, though. And she definitely wasn’t going to give it to the other two. If anyone was going to risk their sanity, it should be her. ”But of course, I’ll use it wisely… to kill Morningstar."

They then looked up at the chains still around their wrists. ”Since we’ve made a deal, can I get out of these? And get some clothes. Ah, if you want to see something fun, I can get out myself."

“We got you,” Natalie said, before turning to her bodyguard. “... Shaquita!”

The silent woman stuck her hand out, and a bladed tendril made out of flesh came out of her hand, and sliced through the chains, letting Saskia drop to the ground. Shayton walked over, holding her clothes neatly folded, and presented it to them.

“I'm sorry about that,” Shayton said. :The bosses wanted to make sure you weren’t hiding any artifacts.”

Natalie spun the Orange Stone around her finger. “Before we give this to you, two things!”

She raised one finger, “One, this conversation never happened. You never got this from us. Where would you have gotten this from? Who the fuck knows! Figure it out.”

Then she raised a second finger, “And two, when Morningstar is defeated. You return this to us… we’ll find you.” She smiled.

”You better be quick about it, the Hound might want us back right after," Saskia shrugged. They very quickly got dressed, immediately feeling more comfortable… if a bit disappointed that this talk had been more boring than they expected. The only cool thing was the bladed flesh tendril at the end. ”Agreed. Making something up is easy… ah, do I get my Channeler back too?"

Shaquita dug into her pocket and threw the Death Note bracelet at Saskia.

Saskia caught it and put it on. They twirled it around their wrist a couple of times. All good, still their Channeler. ”It was nice meeting you all, even if you could do with better methods of torture. If you'd been trying to get me to talk you wouldn't have gotten anywhere."

Natalie laughed as she glanced at Heinrich.

“Oh, we could have gotten you to talk, sugar,” Natalie laughed. As a swirling purple portal appeared behind Saskia, Luis scribbled something on a notepad. Then he shoved it into Saskia’s hand. Then Natalie handed her The Orange Stone.

Then Natalie shoved Saskia through the portal.

“... Hugs and kisses!” Natalie shouted. Before the portal closed, and Saskia was right outside the Holiday Inn where they took them.

Saskia sighed. She put the necklace around her neck and under her shirt, and looked at the note. An address… with a handy note that it was Morningstar's lair. Handy, but a bit of a pain to explain. She shoved it back in her pocket and headed inside. She went to the vending machine first, collecting her phone and knife. Then… she bought the chocolate bar she'd been really craving. Munching it, she went back up to her floor. Ah. She didn't have a key card.

With another sigh, Saskia loudly knocked on the door.

Lisa opened the door… the laptop in one hand. And Ella bonded and gagged with spiderwebs in the background. Lisa smiled.

”... Where were you! We were worried sick! Did you get lost?! Did you cut yourself on all that edge again?!”

Saskia looked past Lisa to the bound Ella, then back at her as if it was nothing strange, stepping into the room. "Yes, I lost so much blood that I got dizzy and fell over near the vending machine. When I came too I had this mysterious stone and handy note on me."

She pulled out the address and showed the Orange Stone.

Oooooooooooooooh! Lisa looked on with wonder. ”... What is it?”

"Well I feel stronger with it on, so an abstraction booster, maybe," Saskia shrugged. "Finders keepers, so it's mine."

”Well, sure!” Lisa shrugged, before she grinned, looking over her shoulder at Ella. ”Let’s watch anime alllllllllllllllll night long! But with our headphones on, so Ella can’t hear it!”

Saskia nodded with a small, evil smile. "Perfect, I know just the one… it's got loads of gore. Very fun."

Ella struggled in the background, eyes filled with despair.

Interactions: Luna (@Estylwen), Sully (@Atrophy), Tayla (@silvermist1116), & Stormy (@Blizz).
Treetops Outside Kari's House.




”... WHAT THE FUC-”

Drake screamed as he was slammed to the ground. It felt like his entire spinal cord was about to shoot out of his ass at four-hundred miles per hour. Like it felt like he was going to break in half under Sully's giant ass body. It was a conscious effort to not electrocute him, but as stupid as he was right now, he couldn't do that to the homie! Sully's large and sweaty body was on top of him, pinning him down; it felt like the Old Coven for a second! However, after a second, Drake came to.

”... Get off me, you big motherfucker! Jesus! You trying to kill your boy!?” Drake bitched and moaned until Sully finally got up off of him. Thus, Drake shook his head and then dusted himself off. He didn't know where his sunglasses flew off, but he had to complain some mo,re, ”... And this is my favorite jacket, too!”

Drake scanned the ground and found his sunglasses in some leaves. He picked them up and cleaned them with his shirt (he was doing laundry tonight anyway) before putting them back on his face. Stormy and Sully were defending Luna, despite it all, and it was pissing Drake the fuck off. Really? These two would instead turn their back on the squad for a literal traitor?! The time after the Stygian Snake made them soft and foolish, but not Drake. At least Tayla - who he knew didn't like him - had the sense to take his side.

"I think we would've caught Father Wolf sooner if it was this easy to capture her,"
Stormy


”... Let me repeat myself since the last time didn't land,” Drake shook his head, trying his best not to look like he was about to attack again. Sully? Drake could be without magic, but Stormy? He was a whole-ass powerhouse, and Drake didn't have many tricks to counter his own other than outmaneuvering him outright. ”... There are different groups out here we can't fuck around when we're dealing with them.”

“You fucked off and left this coven in ruins; you have no right to say anything about trust and not to trust. You think I don't know about your habits when you fell away? Huh?!”
Luna


”Bet you think murder, extortion, and whatever the fuck else your corny-ass mob does is a 'Good habit', right?” Drake laughed, crossing his arms. He ignored the part about Tayla because whatever she did, that's in the past, and he hoped she'd be a better person now. ”And you do realize you're basically admitting you've really been stalking us, right? And you want us to trust you.”

He shook his head before he looked at Stormy, ”I was wrong, Storm-man. There's no way this idiot is Father Wolf.”

“This isn't fucking fair. I'm just trying to help you. Don't you know I have friends that can help with your little problem?”
Luna

“And Luna, while you should’ve just come up to the house instead of hiding in the bushes like a bashful little wallflower, it’s my bad that Drake ended up giving you the lightning lasso. We got a little riled up back there. Hell, I thought you were Tayl-uhhhh, anyway, look, I’m sure this is all just some big misunderstanding that we’ll all be laughing about in minutes. So why don’t we all go back inside and carry out this conversation where there’s a nice, comfy sofa and Aislin’s bong?”
Sully

"I know you've been drinking a little too much if you think taking her back to the house is a good idea. Didn't I just say she's off? That she has malicious intent? He shocked her ass for a reason. Let's not pretend she isn't dangerous just because we can defend ourselves. We shouldn't invite trouble. We have enough going on as is. Tsukino, fuck off back to your gang and forget we ever existed."
Tayla


Drake shook his head at Sully. The dude has been huffing the same shit Auri has, hasn't he? Sunshine and friendship don't rule the world, and Drake was not going to trust Luna in any capacity even if Auri listens to her.

”Look, Luna, we don't want your help. You weren't trustworthy ten years ago, and you're even less trustworthy now,” Drake said, lowering his head and then shaking it. ”Fedboy was one thing, but I'm not going to stand by here and let you worm your way back in here.”

He glanced at Tayla before he turned to Luna and pointed at her, ”So... Turn your wings on, fly away, and never come back. Because if I catch you again, it's-”

That was when everyone at Kari's house was pulled into a Recollection...

... Oh God, not again! Drake shouted.


Recollection: The 8th Street Coven.
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Kari's House. During Kari's funeral.




The Recollection began…

During Kari Wilson’s funeral… her house was peaceful. The warmth of the halls was still there despite its two inhabitants' unfortunate and tragic deaths. A few family members of Kari went through the place, but the plans were not to put the house up for sale, at least for now. So, it remained unperturbed, perhaps out of some form of honor of Kari’s memory.

A memory that was spat upon when an almost heavenly bright yellow portal exploded open in the main hall, right behind the front door. The first person to step through was Emily G. Reed herself; she stepped through and put her hands on her hips as she looked over her shoulder… as the rest of 8th Street came through the portal.

“Disturb as little as possible,” Emily commanded. “Remember… we were never here.

8th St went to work as Emily remained near Vashti, then shouted, “Find Kari’s notes! You-know-who is paying big money for them!”

As everyone scattered, Emily turned to Vashti and crossed her arms, smiling.

“... It’s a real shame what happened to that slut, Kari, ain’t it?” Emily asked, holding back laughter. “She should have taken my offer while she had the chance! Maybe her stupid ass would still be alive!”

“Huh?” said Vashti, popping her head out of the closet she was rummaging through with a long knitted coat in her hand.

“Oh, yeah, bro. Like, major bummer,” said Vashti somberly as she began to snake her arms through the sleeves of the coat. An excited squeal erupted from her mouth as she did a little spin and flashed the inside of the coat to Emily as if she were selling stolen watches. “Look at these pockets! They’re huge!” Another excited gasp burst forth as she grabbed around to try to find a nonexistent tag. “I think this is homemade!”

“… Vashti, we’re not supposed to leave any evidence we were here,” Emily facepalmed. “… Put that ratty coat back, you’re about to burst out of it anyway!”

Ffffffine.” Vashti threw her head back with a sigh and marched back to the closet like a tin soldier. After a struggle to get her arms out of the sleeves she slung it over a hanger, which it promptly fell off of the moment she shut the closet door. “But have you not watched a true crime show, dude? Nobody’s even wearing gloves. We’re leaving evidence all over.”

Vashti began drumming her fingers against anything within reach to emphasize her point

“… I mean evidence as in if any of Kari's thug family comes in, there’s no obvious signs someone was rummaging through here,” Emily crossed her arms then rolled her eyes.

“I thought Kari’s family was mostly social workers,” said Vashti, thumbing through a stack of unopened mail left on the entrance table. She held up a piece of mail addressed to Elsa Conner over her shoulder. “Oh man, do you know what’s fucked up, bro? Kari probably knew when Elsa was gonna eat it. I wonder if she was too scared to tell her. Wow, how tragic.”

However, she didn’t sound too upset about it. If anything she was kind of amused.

“You know, I asked Kari to read our auras a little while ago,” said Vashti, her voice lowering as she looked back at Emily with slitted eyes. “Do you wanna know how much time you have left?”

“I don’t, in fact,” Emily rolled her eyes. “It was probably as accurate as that dumbass Lynn’s “predictions”.” Emily finger-quoted.

Before she smiled and did a little twirl.

“... I’m going to live forever.”

“And get all old and crusty? Yuck!” Vashti made gagging sounds. “I’m trying to leave the hottest corpse possible.”

Maya had run off upstairs immediately, and ended up in the bedroom of one of the two girls. She didn’t know which, she didn’t care which, she just wanted to get shit done so she could get out of her and sleep. She immediately started going through the bedroom drawers- stopping at the second one.

“Holy shit, one of them wore nice as fuck underwear!” Maya pulled out a black, lacy thong with a grin. “This shit is expensive! I bet she hid it in here, too, everyone hides secret stuff in their underwear drawer.”

“What the fuck?! Maya!” Emily shouted as she teleported directly into the bedroom in a burst of flames. “Put that back before you catch herpes or something!”

Maya smirked, holding up the thong and holding it out towards Emily. “Ohhh, Emily, I’m flattered~ You think I don’t have herpes already?”

Emily’s jaw dropped as she stared at Maya in horror.

“... Make sure I never eat anything you cook ever again!” She shouted, pointing at Maya. “... Also, go and see if Greta can make something for that!”

Before she teleported back to Vashti.

“Heh, sucker, I always use protection,” Maya said quietly, smirking. She then shouted, “Hey, Phoebe, want to come try on Kari’s underwear! It looks clean!”

“… Sure!” Phoebe shouted as she ran in and slammed the door shut behind her. “Gaaaaawd damn, these are huge!”

“Oh man, I thought my ass might be big enough to fit in them, but you’re right,” Maya shook her head and raked through the drawer a bit more. She pulled out a nice looking, red lace bra and held it up against herself. “Ooo, maybe this one?”

“Come oooooon, Maya!” Phoebe laughed. “You know that’s way too big for you.”

"It's so hard being small," Maya pouted. "Maybe I could stuff it with some socks…"

“Boss! Boss! Come here!” Carol shouted, and Emily quickly ran back and ended up outside. Outside stood Carol Doyle, and behind her was George with his arms crossed. There was an old tin trash can right next to her. In her hands were the scattered ashes of some burnt papers. Carol had a wide grin as a magic blue tint surrounded them, and time was reversed until they were good as new.

Emily walked over with a smile and grabbed the papers. She laughed, raising it in the air.

“We got it!”

Vashti emerged from the house wearing Kari’s coat again, the pockets now bulging with makeup, hair products, and medications. A patchwork blanket was draped over her shoulders and her eyes blurred behind a pair of thick glasses. She hummed with delight as she sucked on a spoon, a pint of coffee flavored ice cream in her hand.

“Oh thank god,” said Vashti through a mouthful of ice cream. She pushed the glasses up to her forehead, “I think all this searching was giving me a headache.”

“… Put all that shit back!” Emily shouted.

“Here this one’s vanilla. Your favorite, bro,” said Vashti, pulling a pint out of the coat and offering it to Emily as a bribe.

Emily stared at it.

It ignited with Hellfire, turning in a bright red torch with screaming faces. Vashti was so used to Emily’s hair trigger that she didn’t even flinch. She just tossed the flaming ice cream tub up in the sky. It burned to ashes in seconds. She stuck out her tongue like she was trying to catch a snowflake and frowned when all she tasted was ash. What a waste of ice cream.

“I don’t get why you just don’t burn the whole house down,” said Vashti, dumping out some of the contents of her pockets and snapping a finger at a couple of 8th street goons.

“Hey dudes, you heard the boss. Go put this shit back,” she said with a wink. She turned back to Emily, “So what’s in Kari’s manifesto?”

“Oh man, wait, we gotta put shit back?” Maya had just walked out of the house in time to hear what Vashti said. She’d stuffed a whole bunch of makeup products that Vashti hadn’t taken in her bag (and underwear).

Emily’s face went red. Before she politely stated.
“... WHY ARE YOU ALL SO OBSESSED WITH STEALING FROM SOME DEAD SLUT?!”

Emily’s vociferous roar could probably be heard further than she wanted. “Almost every other day, we rob way better people… of way better shit! Kari was just a regular dumb slut! Jesus!”

“It’s wrong to be wasteful, bro…”

“Who gives a fuck!?” Emily shouted. “We’re about to get paid enough so you all can afford shit a million times better than what the whore could afford!”

At this point, Jacqueline and Miranda came out of the house hand-in-hand. They both wore sunglasses and wide-brimmed straw hats (which belonged to Kari). Eating popsicles, they also stole.

“See, even your sisters think it’s a good idea!” Maya pointed to them. “Not like she’s going to use it! Plus, you never let us use the stuff we steal.”

“That’s because you dumbasses like to do dumb shit with it…” Emily facepalmed before shouting, “EVERYONE! Put everything back! We were never here! I don’t care! Put it back!”

“Erm, bud wuddabouda ishream?” asked Vashti through another mouthful of ice cream, looking down at the nearly empty pint in her hand. She swallowed and put her hand to her head in pain at the immediate brain freeze. You even destroyed one, bro. Her family will already know that someone’s been here.”

“Matter fact, just drop it!” Emily said, “Brianna open a portal! Everyone put everything down, I will put it back myself!”

As instructed, everyone put their stolen goods down and Brianna opened a portal. Emily walked over to it and pointed at it.

“Everyone inside!” She shouted.

With some grumbling, 8th St retreated into the portal. However, when Carol stepped through, Emily grabbed her by the shoulder and said,

“Not you, we gotta fix this!”

Fffffffffuck! I always gotta clean up after you all!” Carol shouted. “Fine…” she rolled her eyes.

The Recollection ended.

The 8th Street Coven.
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The 8th Street Manor.




Earlier that day…

In 8th Street’s main hall, Emily had zipped up a bright neon-green rain jacket… heavy-duty that could withstand the storms and prevent Emily from getting wet. All of 8th Street was putting them on, along with a gas mask pouch around their hip. as Emily stood over a large blank sheet of paper that she had over their main hall table. She held a black marker in her hand as she gestured for 8th Street to get closer and announced, “Alright… everyone listen up!”

“What’s all this for?” Miranda asked, her eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Are we going to rob someone again…?” She punctuated her question with a sigh.

“This is our battle plan to put those sluts in their place,” Emily grinned widely. “We’re going to march right up to where those sluts are and take Lila right in front of them to show them how much power they have....”

“And Britney?” Carol piped up… already wearing a gas mask, which muffled her voice.

“... And Britney,” Emily said with a roll of her eyes. “And take that gas mask off!”

“No! It makes me look cool as fuck!” Carol laughed.

“Take. It. Off.” Emily seethed.

“Fine, Jesus…” Carol grumbled as she removed the gas mask and put it back in her pouch.

“Wait, you can’t be serious, Em,” Jacqueline’s face contorted to shock. “You started that!”

“I just made a mistake,” Emily shook her head. “Lila attacked me. Not only that, I got jumped by them when I was walking to the bathroom because I just so happened to have the Chalice on me—oh, that reminds me, we’re coming back with Drake and Kenshiro, too!” She grinned.

“Well, count me out,” Miranda shook her head. “You were in the wrong, and we’re not participating in it.”

“Yeah, count us both out,” Jacqueline said. “If that’s what you want to do today, we want no part of that.”

Fine,” Emily rolled her eyes. “Before you go, tell us where those sluts are.”

Jacqueline sighed, rolled her eyes, opened the Expert’s Book, and scanned it for a moment before she said,

“... They’re at Kari’s house,” Jacqueline shook her head before she turned and walked off with Miranda in tow. When Jacqueline made it to the door, she stood at it for a moment and said, “Let us know how that goes.” She slammed the door.

Emily didn’t react.

“Everyone of you slams doors, dude. Your parents, I swear,” said Vashti, shaking her head as she rummaged around with her pouch.

“Kari’s house…” She tapped the marker against her chin. “... What are those sluts doing at her house?” She asked out loud.

“Probably taking all the cool stuff we left, bro,” said Vashti, her voice muffled by a gas mask.

Emily facepalmed as Vashti removed the gas mask, using the reflective lenses to check her hair.

“... Vashti,” Emily began, taking her hand from her face. “Have those annoying strippers gotten back to you yet? We need them for our plan.”

“Huh? I thought you wanted me to stop inviting strippers after that last time when Cynthi-ooooooh! You mean V and P? Oh, yeah, totally, let me just check real quick, I definitely remembered to reach out to them. Highest priority, really,” said Vashti as she fumbled with her phone, her thumbs a blur. The swooshing sound effect of a text being sent played through her phone’s speakers. “Oh, weird, no, nothing yet. Don’t worry, I’ll keep them in the loop.”

Vashti nonchalantly tossed her phone onto the table and returned to doodling on her gas mask with a white permanent marker.

“You know it’s funny, bro. Between V and P the names should really be the other way around. What with the…” Vashti made a hole with her finger and poked the marker through it, making a loud popping noise with her mouth. She returned to drawing a tiny cartoon alligator and then paused, turning her head to Emily. “Wait, what were we talking about?”

Emily facepalmed again.

“... Jesus, Christ on a cross, Vashti, I love you, girl, but can we foc-

The door was kicked open.

”... WHAT’S UP, BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCHES!”


Violet screamed as she walked in, wearing a black hoodie… but her exposed legs made it ambiguous whether or not she was wearing anything else. She danced as Pink followed behind her and briefly shook her ass.
“It’s been a while, my lovelies!” Violet screamed as she walked. “What’s the haps!?”

“Yaaaaaaaaaaas!” Phoebe laughed as she ran over and hugged Violet. “Where the fuck were you?! You know it’s boring as fuck here without you.”

Hey, that’s not what you were saying earlier!” Maya complained, scowling at Phoebe.

“We have jobs.”

“Shaking ass isn’t a job,” Phoebe laughed.

“Well, tell that to the people throwing them hundreds, yaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Violet looked at Emily and Vashti. “... Am I missing something?”

“A gas mask? Emily, what are we doing? I already handled the Lila situation,” said Vashti, kicking her legs up on the uncharted battle plans and rocking back dangerously in her chair. “Do you know how hard it is to catch birds, bro?”

“Vandalizing her house isn’t enough,” Emily answered, “I want her dead!”

“... And Britney, right?” Carol asked, with the gas mask back on.

“... And Britney. Both of them. Dead.”

Vashti stared through Carol with vacant eyes that suddenly widened in panic as her chair began to slip. She barely caught the table's edge with her hand to stop herself from falling. Without a moment of hesitation, she resumed rocking in the chair. Vashti nonchalantly gestured at Violet, “So that's the plan.”

Violet stuck her tongue out and posed, kneeling and putting her hands on her shins.

“That's the plan?!” Maya looked up from filling Phoebe’s gas mask with sand, narrowing her eyes. “I thought we were just going to shout at them, kidnap them, torture them, and then send them back with their tails between their legs.”

Emily facepalmed again.

“... She’s not the plan,” Emily seethed as she pointed at Pink - who also stuck her tongue out, knelt over, and put her hands on her shins. “She’s the plan… the escape plan in case things go south or if Agent Liao forgets our deal….”

Emily shook her head as she leaned over the table with the marker in hand… then quickly bent over and scratched out Vashti’s drawing before she stood up straight and said.

“But, if those sluts are at Kari’s house…” She trailed off, tapping the bottom of the marker against her chin a few times. “Everyone gather around!”

She grinned.

“... I have the perfect plan in store for those sluts. Now, Cynthia, Amy, Nadine....”

Their plotting went on until they were all in agreement on one plan.






"Ahhhhh!"

Ella screamed as she fell from the balcony, arm outstretched to try and reach Lisa before she disappeared. Her back crashed against the table, muscles spasming as intense pain spread across her back and into her shoulder. She groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. But she didn’t have time to wallow in the pain. She was left alone in a room full of enemies.

With another groan, Ella quickly rolled to the side and off the table, clumsily landing on her feet and into a crouching position. She held her Sailor Moon Wand in a tight grip, completely defensively, while her eyes darted around.

“Ooooooh, Sheer’Khan!” The woman with the long black hair who stood with the Society laughed, turning her head towards the morbidly obese man. “Her friends abandoned her!”

“Contain yourself, Shala,” Sheer’Khan shook his head, and yawned. “Think you can kill her? Ah, I miss Mala’Boolaan already.” He shook his head with another yawn.

“I thought you had this place secure,” The tall man on the side of Dollhouse said.

“We do, Luis,” Sheer’Khan said with another yawn. “Shala, Dr. Cross, just kill her already so we can get this over with. It’s bad enough that Ignatius dragged us all out here.”

Shala laughed as she stood up and exploded into a cloud of pink mist, and when it faded, she was a massive wolf-like creature with wings. She laughed as she lunged forward with a claw cocked back, and slammed it over onto Ella.

Ella jumped to the side, wincing as the claw caught the side of her arm and raked down it. The bright colours of her bracelets (which she was rapidly running out of at the hostel) pooled down into her arms, making her fists a mishmash of bright pinks, purples and blues. She swung a fist, as hard as steel, towards Shala, impacting her chest and breaking a bone. Shala stumbled back for a moment, before roaring, and charging at her with both hands outstretched - briefly coughing up blood.

While this was going on, Dr. Cross pulled out the pike and held it with both hands, as she ran up.

Ella crossed her hands in front of her to block any claws that got near her. She used her prismatic enhanced legs to jump up onto the table - she was outnumbered but maybe being a bit higher could help! She swept out one leg, trying to catch and break the pike. However, upon contact with it… it did nothing. Not even so much as move Dr. Cross, and on impact, Ella felt her abstraction getting weaker.

“... I’ll eat you alive!” Shala shouted as she lunged at Ella, mouth agape, still with a trickle of blood dripping down the side of her lip.

"No thank you!" Ella pulled back her leg, trying not to panic at how noticeably weaker her abstraction was. Her hands and lower arms were duller, and the light on her legs was flickering. She rolled to the side, shoulder hitting the table and smashing a plate, and she flipped off the other side with a wince. She immediately picked up one of the chairs and threw it at Shala, bashing her in the face with it. Shala growled in anger, before she grabbed the table and lifted it up over her head.

“... GO TO HELL, WHORE!”


Shala screamed as she threw the giant table at Ella.

“... We were using that, Shala,” Ignatius sighed from the balcony above. He was leaning up against it, watching the fight. Not only that, Shayton and the mysterious woman were also leaning against it.

”I’m not a whore, I’m a magical girl!" Ella shouted. She quickly crouched, arms in front of her face and legs in front of her stomach - the table smacked right into her, her more vulnerable body parts covered by enhanced arms and legs… But it still hurt like hell! Fuck! Fight through it! She was knocked back and winded… But she had the table for a bit of cover. Ella popped her head over the table, brandishing her channeler to shoot a burning light right towards Shala’s eye… and seared it shut. She loudly screamed and thrashed around as she clutched her face, before she fell onto her back.

This left Ella and Dr. Cross, who simply strafed a circle around Ella, holding that pike, not breaking line of sight.

“Sheer’Khan! Do something!” Dr. Cross shouted, as she continued to walk circles around Ella.

Sheer’Khan yawned. “... I’m perfectly fine watching, thank you very much.”

“... You’re stronger than Mala’Boolaan!” Dr. Cross seethed. “Just flatten her real quick before the rest of those idiots come back!”

Sheer’Khan yawned.

“Who made you the boss?” he replied. “Last I checked, only Ignatius was above us. The rest of the Endless Seven stand on the same level.”

Ella was still peering over the table, from below her nose hidden behind it. She hadn’t expected Shala to go down so easily… maybe winning this was possible! If she ignored how much pain she was in!

”You know, you really shouldn’t boss people around if you’re not in charge! If he doesn’t want to fight, he doesn’t want to fight!" Ella shouted. She moved her hand just a bit above the table, shooting another burning light—this time towards one of Dr. Cross’s hands. It hit her hand, and she winced, keeping her hand on the pike. She fell to one knee and closed her eyes.

“... Shut up and fight!” Dr. Cross screamed as she rushed Ella, and swung at her with the pike. One that would weaken her abstraction.

Shala climbed back to her feet, and sniffed the air for a few moments…

”I don’t want to fight either!" Ella said, weaving and dodging the pike. She didn’t want it to hit her again, but her main attacks required kicking or punching! Instead she just used her still enhanced limbs to more easily dart from side to side.

“... Then you shouldn’t have come here!” Dr. Cross shouted as she took another swing with the pike.

”Well…" Ella didn’t really have anything to say in response to that. She leapt back to avoid the swing, before stepping in and sweeping out a leg in an attempt to kick Dr. Cross’ ankle, making her fall to the side… yet, Dr. Cross held onto the pike tightly. Ella quickly moved around to kick Dr. Cross in the back of the knee, hard. Which made her seethe as she rolled over a few times.

However, Shala charged at Ella like a berserk animal, kicking Dr. Cross away as she slashed her with a wild barrage. One of the slashes hit Ella’s shoulder, claws digging into her flesh and sending blood spilling down her leotard and staining the white with a bright red. She pulled back before they could hit again, punching away the other hand and constantly backing away.

”Hey, you shouldn’t kick your friend!" she shouted as she dodged.

“... DIE!” Shala continued the relentless assault, before throwing herself at Ella with her jaws outstretched, aiming for her neck.

”Not again!" Ella shouted. She threw up her arm to protect her neck, biting down on her lip as Shala’s jaws clamped down on it. Shala then thrashed Ella around like a wild dog, before she slipped from her grasp and went flying across the room. She then roared into the sky.

“... That was a great display,” Ignatius said with a flat expression on his face. “Now kill her.”

Ella slammed into a wall, falling to the floor with a crash. She clenched down her jaw to keep in pained screams, clutching her nearly destroyed arm to her chest and trying to get back onto her feet. Her legs absolutely refused to work. She was screwed. Grimacing, she closed her eyes and held up her hands, a blinding flash emitting from them - all she could do to buy herself time.

“... That won’t do anything to save you!” Shala screamed as she charged Ella.

… However, a glowing coral-pink orb appeared in the middle of the dining room… much larger than the one created before. It exploded in a flash of pink, and it revealed the group of Kimberly, Jordan, Saskia, and Lisa. Not only that, Lisa had created three giant black widow spiders (one of which she was mounted on), equipped with dragonfly wings, and. She had a legion of flying spiders with her.

Her eyes turned towards Shala.

”... GET AWAY FROM HER! Lisa screamed as she commanded one of the flying black widows to fly towards Shala. She could only glance over her shoulder as the spider wrapped itself around Shala… before she applied the Acid-Burst spell to it. It exploded into a massive blast of acid and chitin shrapnel… which splashed on her. It hit her in the cheek, and completely dissolved it, revealing her teeth on one side of her face. She screamed as it dripped down onto her chest and arm… dissolving flesh in a painful display.

As for Shala? She was absolutely obliterated. Most of the flesh on her body was dissolved while she was still standing, and she hit the ground with a thud… what was left of her. The toxic mixture of dissolved flesh and acid sizzled against the ground as everyone looked on in horror.

“... Hmph,” Ignatius said, “She had no place in not only the Endless Seven, but the Society itself….”

”Lisa, Saskia!" Ella groaned, pushing herself onto her knees. Blood dripped down her arm from where it had been mauled, and she could barely move. ”I’m so… glad to see you…"

"Shit, Lisa, can you use some healing spiders on her?" Saskia asked. Her whole body was covered in a thin layer of blood, bone spear jutting out of her fist. She pulled it back in, running over to Ella to try and help her stand. "C’mon, we’ve got to go."

”... Don’t whine this time!” Lisa shouted, as she flicked some healing spiders onto Ella with both hands.

”You said that about Mala’Boolaan too!” Ella said woozily, pointing a finger up at Ignatius. At least, someone had shit talked Mala’Boolaan when he died. ”They both put up a good fight!"

“Thank you for the show!” Luis shouted as he held the door open to leave. Shayton, Shaquita, we’re out of here.”

With a stoic expression on their faces, the two Dollhouse goons left. Shayton vanished in a burst of speed, and Shaquita, the mysterious woman, hopped off the banister and landed without so much as flinching. She calmly followed behind Luis, Natalie, and Heinrich, as the door closed behind them.

Ignatius shook his head, as he narrowed. “You five are going to leave now before we can catch you, right?”

The spiders bunched up around Lisa, as a Coral-Pink sphere formed around them.

And Ignatius flicked his hand, “... Just go already.”

"Send someone stronger next time!" Ella shouted as she limped into the sphere, leaning heavily on Saskia.

Lisa flipped off Ignatius…

… Before they were all gone.




They appeared back in Kimberly and Jordan’s hotel room, and immediately Kimberly shook her head.

“Well…” She walked over to her bottle of scotch and poured herself a glass. “... That was a disaster.

”Hey!” Lisa said, ”We took out a member of the Endless Seven!”

“... When the plan was to bug them,” Jordan shook her head as she sat down on the nearby computer chair. “It won’t matter how many of the Endless Seven we kill when they just get replaced.” She shrugged.

"We also ruined their meeting," Saskia pointed out.

”And any replacements will be weaker!” Ella flopped down on the couch, still feeling exhausted even though she’d been healed. She flexed her wrist and created a small ball of colour using a bit from the couch. She frowned as she compared the ball, clearly duller than the sofa’s colour (with a missing white patch). ”One of them can weaken abstractions… I dunno how long this’ll last.”

”I mean…” Lisa twiddled her thumbs, awkwardly looking up at Kimberly then to Jordan. ”We did bug them. Well, not in the annoy kind of way, but my spiders got bugs on each of the Endless Seven.”

“... Wait, you did?!” Jordan said.

“Sweet!” Kimberly threw a fist into the air. “That means we can figure out what Morningstar’s plan is so we can stop them!”

”... Do we have to lay low again?”

“Yes,” Kimberly laughed, “Yes, you do.”

”Aw.”

”More time to catch up on anime!” Ella cheered. Honestly, she was all right with a few days of laying low after that fight.

Saskia frowned, looking Kimberley dead in the eye. "Can I move into your room?"

Kimberly smiled.

“... No.
@Punished GN


Accepted.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Using his gift to transfigure dense matter can be physically and mentally draining for Bé. The larger the object, the more effort it takes, causing him to tire far quicker. Repeated or prolonged use can lead to severe exhaustion, nosebleeds, dizziness, and fainting. If he pushes himself to his limits, he will suffer excruciating headaches, physical pain, and even organ failure. The complexity of transfiguring something can overwhelm Bé's mind, when manipulating intricate or detailed objects, he must maintain a high degree of focus. If his concentration breaks during the transfiguration process, the result can be catastrophic—creating unstable matter, causing objects to collapse, or leading to unintended transformations. Changes made by Bé's gift will be reverted if he is severely injured, or rendered unconscious. Bé's abstraction is influenced by environmental factors, and may be affected by strong electromagnetic fields, magical activity, or extreme weather conditions. Making it difficult for him to use this abstraction altogether.

Interactions: Luna (@Estylwen), Sully (@Atrophy), Tayla (@silvermist1116), & Stormy (@Blizz).
Treetops Outside Kari's House.




"Drake! Move out the way! She's trying to kill you!"
Tayla


Drake didn't move or so much as flinch.

He had his Thunder guard active, after all!

He just ducked behind the electric barrier he had created, confident that it could stop whatever Luna had up her sleeve. He could hear Stormy and Sully shouting at Drake to stop, like he was the bad guy here. Didn't they see the binoculars? The bitch was stalking them! She was either that Wolf Bastard or she was working for him! Drake knew it in his heart! They caught him flat-footed, and they finally made a breakthrough. He didn't stop until Luna went limp and fell out of the tree into Stormy's arms...

... He erected barriers between the two of them.

Like Drake was the bad guy here.

”Drake! That’s enough! I’ve got her! Drop your weapon! This isn’t getting us anywhere! You and I are going to have a long and thorough discussion about escalating later, Drake.”


”Bro...” Drake muttered under his breath with a roll of his eyes. Was Stormy really going to take the side of some mafia bitch that was stalking them over the word of his bro? Or did he want Luna later? What happened to the bro code? Bros before hoes! And this hoe had something up her sleeve.

But, as requested, Drake dispelled both the Thunderguard and the Electric Flail. He was still surrounded by a small field of electricity as he was flying. However, he floated downwards, staring at Stormy so intensely that Stormy probably could feel it through the shields. As he floated down, he crossed his arms and spoke to Stormy, defending his actions with full confidence.

”Me? Escalating?” Drake began. ”Have you already forgotten someone is literally trying to kill us? Lyss died just the other day, Stormy. We can NOT afford to play games.”

He looked over to Tayla and Sully for a moment, ”... Especially with shady motherfuckers like her! And two, you probably didn't hear it, but someone sent her to spy on us, and she refused to tell us who. So I did what I had to.”

He hit the ground, threw his hands into the air, and said, ”It could be that Wolf Bastard for all we know! That would make sense, wouldn't it? A lot of sense.” He crossed his arms and said to Stormy, ”And even if she isn't working with or for Father Wolf, you haven't been in St. Portwel in over ten years, Stormy. Some of the groups that call St. Portwell home...?”

He let out a sarcastic chuckle.

”... Yeah, you can't play softball with them.”

"Good going, Drake. Stormy, give him a break. If you felt what I felt from her, you wouldn't say anything about escalating. You said yourself that she couldn't be trusted. I didn't feel anything good coming off of her. There's...an intent there. I don't like it."
Tayla


At least somebody had some sense here. Tayla knew that something was off with Luna, but you don't need Pink Lux for that. Maybe the Mafia life wasn't what it was cracked up to be.

”Now, drop the shields, and let's go find something to tie her u-”

His speech was interrupted by Sully tackling him to the ground at Mach-Jesus.
To put emphasis on how important Kari is and to give people a far better insight into her and her character and not because I was really inspired to write a sheet for her, I wrote up a complete character sheet for Kari.


As requested, I made up some locations for the various factions. if necessary, I will make some neutral locations, but that will have to wait until next weekend!












I also organized the NPC on the NPC mega thread for the Temple, House of Cards, and the 317.
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