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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

I'll join the Atrophy Protection Squad.

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Krisana Herrera

"Omelets are great, thank you, Katie." Krisana poured herself a third cup of coffee, filled the rest with french vanilla creamer and sugar. It didn't mask most of the bitterness of the coffee like she thought it would. She pushed the cup aside. It's undrinkable. Instead, she went around to the counter and added a pot of water to the heater to make tea instead. She listened to the conversation going behind her. "A gun can be our last ditch effort if we get trapped somewhere. Since there hasn't been a zombie spotted yet we can use whatever blunt object we find. My hammer is just as good as anything else." She pulled the pot off the warmer, poured herself a cup, then sat back at the counter with an orange tea back. Four packs of sugar later she had her sweet hot tea. Perfect for her craving sweet tooth.

"I have boxes of candy at my store. It's not the healthiest food, but it'll be better than nothing if we run out of supplies." She can't forget her sweets. The one time she tried to quit cold turkey was the worst thing she ever experienced. The withdraws made her irritable, definitely not good for her mother's business. "It's a few doors down and I still have the key to get in. It's boarded up, so it should be just as safe there as it is here if someone wants to make a run with me before we get going."

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

The last week has been the most stressful than it has in awhile. Herik spent more time at home, with his fractured leg, than he has in almost fifteen years. He had a lot to think about while home alone. He's on sick leave from his job, until his doctor tells him can go back. Another five weeks, then physical therapy afterwards. He's fortunate to have months worth of PTO. He grieves every day for Ellie's death, sometimes stays up all night, because he can't sleep. His mind running through all the scenarios where any of them could done something to help her, but he knew it was futile to think this way. Emotions get the best of him sometimes. He thought about Emily's recovery and the comment of the green string she saw between him and Vashti. He tried to see what she talked about all week, but he never could. He hasn't kept up with anyone other than Vashti. News stories about a Gator Boy got him thinking about her. He hoped she was okay. She hasn't reached out to him, so he assumes she's coping with the quarter he gave her. The Coven has a new meeting place. Schmidt gave them a beach house. He saw the snapchat photos of it. It's nice, but he doesn't trust a man that's indirectly responsible for the murder of one of their friends. Nothing bad happened there yet, so that's a plus.

There are supposed get new people joining. He's happy, of course, but he worries that by being pulled into their mess more people will die. He hadn't thought of death before Ellie, but now he's all he can think about going forward. Any o them could die at any moment because of the choice they've made. It isn't right to bring anyone else into this mess. The only positive he's had all week was Asta. He helped him get around his apartment more than once. He gets objects that are too far for Herik to reach without getting up. Was this something his mother could do and he never noticed? He hasn't been to see her at all. The guilt hurts, because he never goes more than two or three days without visiting. He'll do that today.

Herik took longer to get ready with his cast in the way. His shorts were too tight to get into, they weren't loose enough to accommodate the cast, so he settled for loose faded black pants he usually sleeps in. His shirt was dark blue and his shoes were closed toed, 'cause sandals with crutches didn't go together. He took a look at himself in the mirror before he left. He was pale, the bags under his eyes were deep purple, he lost some muscle and weight from all the stress he's been through. He'll have to hit the gym when he could. He hoped he could still bench 400lbs. He couldn't drive himself anywhere, so he called an uber to pick him up. He cheated getting down the stairs, by riding Asta down. No one was around to see him. He stood on the curb with his crutches under his arms. He waited a minutes before his ride showed up. He smiled and greeted the driver. He spoke to him during the whole drive. He didn't answer tell the full truth about what happened to his leg when asked. It was weird to have to lie about it, but he couldn't possibly explain he got thrown several hundred feet into the air and used a magical lion to break his fall. Only to bounce off and hit the ground hard anyway. No one would believe that. Simply falling several stories did the trick. The driver filled the rest in for himself.

Thirty minutes later he hobbled into his mother's room, the machines attached to her beeped like the last time he saw her, but she was paler. Her lips almost blue, the veins in her gaunt face showed through her skin like she was translucent. He called the nurse for an explanation and she couldn't give him one. Just that over the week she looked to be getting worse, but her vitals were the same. They ran test, everything was normal for her since she came in years ago. Could the magic keeping her under be getting worse? He needs to hurry. The Coven is distracting him from his goal, from several of the member's goals. It's important to find someone that can help him, Emily's sister and Vashti. He'll have to talk to them about being more proactive. He won't let any of them fail if he can help it. He stayed with his mother, until a half passed one. He kissed her forehead, promised to be back soon, then took an uber to the beach house.

He heard the commotion from the stairs leading to the house. Trouble again it seems. He shook out his left arm, Asta appeared at his side. He rode his back to the door, opened it, Chompy charged at a girl in an orange beanie. An interesting choice. If any of them were in real danger Vashti, Madison, and Emily wouldn't use a gator to attack.

"Chompy!" He called, voice excited to get his attention. Chompy passed the girl and came at Herik. His saving grace was that Asta was behind him. He couldn't take the full brunt of Chompy's weight with a bummed leg. "Who's a good boy?" He pet his back, arms wrapped around his hard scaly body.

"Do we have a new friend joining us?" He asked the girl that was almost attacked.

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@The Ghost Note Oh okay. Cool. I like the knew layout. I'll have to adjust my display picture.

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@The Ghost Note Issac is Sabrina's brother. I'll PM you the sheet. Will the information on the new be different?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Just astro-projection boop her in her dreams.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Vashti accepted his advice. He smiled genuinely. Had it been anyone else in the Coven he doubts they'd have taken his words to heart or listened to his whole explanation. She's levelheaded, that's a good trait to have in a group of hotheads and self-absorbed. He leaned back in his chair, eyes looked over Emily again. He hopes she wakes up soon. It'll be sign of healing and he wants her up and catty and lively. But perhaps she won't be herself at all. Babylon killed one of their own to get out of her. He can't imagine seeing something like that. If he could be in her place he would trade places. Her sister needs her. If she doesn't wake soon, then he'll find someone that'll help all of them with breaking curses and such.

“So, when exactly were you going to tell me you had a magical lion?”

Herik looked at Vashti, his smile cheeky, then laughter bellowed from his mouth. It hurt to laugh, but he couldn't help it. It was funny to him. "I'm surprised as you are, Vashti. I don't know where Asta came from, but he appeared and I'm grateful he did." He rubbed his tattoo, the lion as regal and beautiful as ever. It went back to its original position on his arm. Under the ink he can't see the sigil that was there when Asta stood beside him.

"If I had to guess I think my mother has something to do with it." He caressed the image, eyes far away. The sigil matched the one his mother has. He always thought it was a tattoo, but maybe it was more than that. He's never seen her use powers. Doesn't mean she didn't have them. Just meant he never noticed and not much gets by him when people go through changes. She could have had it his whole life and that's why he never noticed. He'll have to ask when she wakes up.

"But that's just a guess. I know how magic works, but I don't know everything." He looked up, smile sad. "I'll ask her when she wakes up."

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Ilsa finally made it. Bout time.

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Two questions: I finished my sheet. Can I post it now or should I wait?
What happened to Issac?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Vashti let go of his hand and expressed feelings he knew she'd been holding in for along time. He knew she was hurting before he even said anything. The situations the Coven gets in are overwhelming and without time to process what happened it can get to anyone. He wants her to find freedom in letting go, but it's not that simple. He knows that. He's not sure if he has the right words to help, but his mother's advice never failed him. Maybe it'll help Vashti. He turned to face her in his chair, his eyes held contact with hers.

"You have a lot to worry about right now, but I know for a fact that you getting kicked out for saying or doing something wrong isn't going to happen. If you heard the things those girls said to each other at every meeting and heard all the arguments you wouldn't be concerned, so rest your mind on that issue."

He pulled a quarter out of his pocket.

"I used to have a similar problem of control growing up. Not extra-normal, regular normal, but it'll apply." He closed Vashti's fist around the quarter. "Around the time I was a teenager I shot up like a tree. I got muscles and had a new strength I didn't know how to control. I hugged my mother so hard once she got bruises, so she put me in wrestling. Said it would help channel my strength to something productive and learn control. That only helped so much. It didn't so anything to calm my aggression. When I was sixteen I got kicked off the team for breaking a guy's jaw with my fist. I was angry he came onto my girlfriend at the time. I didn't mean to hit him that hard, but I did. My mother gave me a coin and told me that whenever I felt overwhelmed or am about to make a bad decision to squeeze the coin. It's a focal point to make you stop and think about how you're feeling at that moment. To second guess if you want to do or say what you're thinking. It might help with controlling Leviathan. If you're not panicked about it taking control, then it won't. If you're emotionally stronger than it, then it can't take advantage of you. It'll take practice, but that's what'll make it perfect."