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Brianna ‘Hal' Caverly





Utah → The Parking Lot → Dorm Room
Interacting With; Hermes → No one




September 1st


”Brianna, wake up.” Her father said, gently prodding Brianna's forehead. She hissed, not yet opening her eyes. The noise made Hermes chuckle, and poke Brianna's head harder. ”Come on, today's the last day of summer, I know you don't want to spend it all in bed.”

Brianna's eyes peeled open, her hair stuck to her face because of a drying line of drool. She was definitely a beautiful sight in the morning. Hermes sat before her in a tuxedo that must've been suffocating him. His caramel hair was properly slicked back, showcasing his clean shaven rugged face, and piercing blue eyes. A few years ago, Brianna started to see the resemblance between them, but Hermes still swore she got her looks from her mom.

Clipped to his tie was his staff, the snakes twirling together endlessly, hissing complaints about their current form in high pitched tones. It was a strange look with his winged sandals, but she knew he would get endless flirty compliments.

After rubbing her face numerous times, Brianna found herself answering. ”I don't want to go to school.” She whined, her lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. She sat up in her twin bed, the sheets speckled with cigarette burns. The room still smelled of lemon air fresheners, but her father's cologne overtook her senses in a familiar way.

Hermes’ eyes flashed with mirth, and he pointed towards a dress, folded on the oak t.v. stand of their motel room. ”Of course you do, now go get dressed.”

With his assistance, Brianna pulled herself out of bed, taking the dress and her underclothes before heading towards the bathroom. It was cramped, the toilet, shower, and sink all straining to fit in the small area. Brianna showered fast, leaving her wavy hair to style itself, applying her lipstick and pulling on her clothes. She appreciated the breathable fabric of the dress, and the colors suited her just fine.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she found her father waiting there to applaud her. His chest was puffed out, proud of his daughter for surviving another long summer traveling the world and delivering male to Gods and Goddesses. Today was their special day out, where she would be unnecessarily spoiled. This dress was her first gift, she had received one like it ever since she was thirteen. Brianna, not one to disappoint, did a small spin that ended in her doubling over laughing.

”You look great! I sure know how to pick a dress. Maybe I should be the God of fashion.” His lips curled up into his signature smile, and although Brianna rolled her eyes, she found herself smiling too.

”Maybe you should, Dad.” She suggested, slipping on Fterá Angélou, they flapped without her telling them to, causing her to hover a few inches above the ground. She reached down, stroking their feathers affectionately.

Hermes hovered to meet her, and together they packed their suitcases into his Shelby, checked out of the motel, and started their day. It was exciting, of course. They went for breakfast at a local cafe, then they went to the movies. Later in the day, they went for dinner at a fancy restaurant, where two women kept flashing him silky smiles across the room. Of course, there were other stops, but the best part of the night was their dance.

They had traveled to a local park in the middle of the night, and using their sandals, flown up just above the trees. Leaves brushed against their exposed ankles as they twirled around to a silent tune. He spun her, and dipped her, and they both shared laughs. Tomorrow he wouldn't be her father, he would be the father and respected deity of many. The thought weighed on Brianna's heart, but she knew it wasn't right to want him to herself.

”What's on your mind, Hal?” Hermes asked, with a concern so real, so fatherly and simple, Brianna almost believed they were normal. Then she looked down, at the trees below them, and realised they were anything but normal.

This lightened her spirit, and when Brianna looked back up she giggled. ”Nothing, I'm just not ready for school. Well, I am ready actually...the beds at the hotels are killing my back.” She let the joke set in, spinning in silence for a moment, her hair sweeping behind her as the breeze caught it. ”I really enjoyed the summer Dad, delivering mail with you is always a blast. And today, today was great.”

Hermes looked at her, smiling brightly at the compliments. ”Of course, Hal.” Was his simple answer, and for the rest of the night they shared jokes, reminisced about their time together, and danced above the ground.



They sat in the plush leather seats of the Shelby, Brianna driving now that the summer was over and she got the car. Soon they had entered the parking lot, and Brianna smiled at all the activity. Her dad stared at the school, a grim smile on his face. They both felt loss, Brianna would miss her father and guide, and Hermes would lose his loyal assistant and daughter.

”You're participating in the Spartan’s Race this year, right” Hermes asked absently, still staring at the school as if he could see all the people on the inside.

Brianna nodded, rather curt for the situation. ”Of course, Dad. I could have checked my phone for the e-mail if you hadn't taken it away.” She explained, pointing at the objects in his hands and giggling.

Hermes blinked a few times, before looking at her smartphone and the other items he had brought along. He tentatively handed her the phone, she wasn't allowed to have the device over the summer, because it was distracting. Brianna set it on the dash for the time being, smiling happily. ”I also brought along these, one is for your half brother, and one is for you...for your birthday.”

He handed her a thick manila envelope, and a smaller envelope that probably contained a handwritten letter and some cash. She knew which half brother he was talking about, Peter. Hermes talked about him from time to time, and Brianna didn't mind the boy's presence. She slipped both letters into her drawstring bag, before embracing her dad and thanking him for the gifts.

With some effort, Hermes managed to escape her embrace and exit the car. He smiled, a silent goodbye. I'm a blinding flash of light, his ring became his staff, the snakes staring at her with eyes that carried human intelligence. She smiled at them and they writhed, waving her off. Hermes’ activewear transformed itself into a formfitting, white linen toga, and a winged helmet appeared on his head. Talaria took flight, and in a split second he was off, to the gates of Olympus.

Brianna was used to the sight, and although it was an impressive show, it left her in a dark mood. She hated watching him go, leaving her with only a letter and some mental conversations until the summer. There were things to be happy about of course, like her birthday present, and her phone, and the car. Those things were shaded heavily for now.

She exited the car, grabbing her phone from the dash and her suitcase from the trunk. As she walked to her dorm for set up, she scanned her texts and played ’Emperor’s New Clothes’, blasting it on high through her low quality earphones. Soon, she was at a full sprint, and she kicked off with Fterá Angélou, flying the rest of the way.

She had checked her e-mail during the flight, and had her room information as well as her team for the Spartan's Race. First years looked at her in wonder as she flew, a sight they would soon get used too. On the fourth floor, she hovered to room E, landing with a small flourish mostly to entertain herself. The room was nice, as it always was, plush beds and a balcony with a great view. Brianna threw her suitcase on one of the beds, taking off her drawstring bag and pulling out her early birthday gift.

There weren't any booming voices in her head, telling her to wait until next month, so she opened it. Dumping the contents out t 6 the tune of ‘Happy Birthday’. She hugged the letter to her chest, and set it down on her desk. Then, she replaced her worn wrist cuffs with her new set, they fit perfectly...and Brianna wondered if they were carved by Hephaestus, her dad did enjoy his work. She made a mental note to send a prayer to both of them later that night.

After writing a note for her new roommate, whoever that would be, she fled the room and escaped down the hall. Taking laps throughout the dormitory, she warmed herself up for the Spartan's Race. She wasn't used to working in teams, but she knew that they could pick up her slack if she failed. She also didn't mind following a leader, if it would help her towards her goals.
I'm going to get my post up today. :D I'm the procrastinator of this group.
in collaboration with @shagranoz

“The Night of The Undead Bird”


Rebecca headed into the castle gardens. She'd heard Elizabeth was here, and she wanted to find out her role in the General's plans.

The dragon knight was writing some sort of orders in the main pavilion. "Greetings, Elizabeth. How goes the plotting and scheming this fine day?"

Elizabeth looked up from her papers to view Rebecca, the girl's name was spreading through the castle like wildfire, but Elizabeth hadn't the time to worry about rumors. She noted the girl's rotting flesh, and shrugged, it wasn't the strangest thing she had seen. ”Hello Rebecca, please take a seat.” She pointed at the benches the lowly demons had arranged before her. Right now the demons were inspecting the gardens to see how the food was growing, as she had commanded them to.

Once Rebecca was seated, Elizabeth's face hardened slightly. Rebecca was a summoner, one of the many witches who would be on the front line, protecting the castle and triggering traps for unsuspecting victims. It was the hardest job, and so far all the younger summoners had cried when they were finished.

”So, Rebecca, you will be one of the many summoners positioned on the front line.” Elizabeth pushed a packet towards her. The contents included a list of rules, and another list with the map of traps that would be closest to Rebecca's station. There were also a few pages on what to do if caught under enemy fire: fall back immediately and soldier witches will be dispatched to your post. ”Tell me what supplies you will need to keep a steady stream of magic going, if you would. Can I have a brief description of your ability as well?”

"Hmm. There won't be much I'll need you to give me, save time and some servants to go hunting. I'll be after wolves, bear, and boar mostly, though I could adapt some spells
to find use for other creatures. As for what I do, I raise the dead. Zombies and shades a specialty."

Elizabeth was curious to learn more about Rebecca's interesting power, but instead of prying, she kept a cool face and nodded along. ”Of course, I can do that immediately. I have a few demons under my command at the moment, and I will give you three to hunt with.” That would leave Elizabeth with one demon, but she didn't have much work to do anyways. ”If you need subjects that are more...fresh, come to me and I will see that you get what you want.”

"Actually, there is something fresh I need. A bird corpse, preferably a robin, but anything similar will do." She looked around. "Truth be told, I have no idea whether I can make this spell work. Moving consciousnesses around is... something I haven't been able to do yet. Some of the masters of the art could do it, though, so I know it's possible."

Elizabeth snapped, and in an instant all four of her demonic servants were there, ready to do whatever she asked. She called one forth with the crook of her finger, whispered something in its ear, and sent them all off on their task. God, I can get use to that. She gave Rebecca a lopsided smile, and continued their discussion. ”We'll see what they can do about your bird problem. As far as your power being unmastered, that is okay. All of those who are unsure about their strength will be sent with two soldier-witches, you will also be triggering traps...so you are going to be able to participate.” She tried to encourage Rebecca, hoping it didn't sound too rough.

"Oh, don't worry. Calling the dead back is surprisingly easy, once you know how it's done. The bird is simply something special. I'm going to try to transfer my mind into its corpse so I can spy on the hunters." Rebecca smiled. "Like I said, I've never been able to actually get this spell to work, but I know I'm close."

Elizabeth nodded, Rebecca was a genius. If she managed this spell, she could be given a special opportunity to join the espionage group. ”If you can pull this off, I'll give you another option.” Elizabeth said softly, tapping the stone table she was using as her desk.

"Oh? And what might that be?" Rebecca asked, intrigued.

At that moment, the demons returned, three carrying robins, the fourth, a bluejay. One of the robins was missing a wing, the second had a cleanly snapped neck, and the third was... decapitated, macabrely enough. The bluejay, meanwhile, was such a mangled mess, Rebecca needed several seeconds to identify it. She glared at the demon holding it. "You don't do subtlety well, do you?" Her eyes turned to the second demon. "Well, I'd say it's obvious which one is in the best condition." She took the bird in her hand and laid it on the ground. "The body I'm in now will be inert when I'm in the corpse. I'll need someone to stand watch while I'm away."
squeezed her hand

Elizabeth patted the demon who had been glared at on the back, a strange noise emanated from its gut as it pushed against her palm. After that, she slowly retracted her hand. ”Good job, all of you. Go observe the workers in the gardeb, come back when I call.” They dismissed themselves, and Elizabeth watched Rebecca with piqued interest. ”I'll be doing that for now, later it will be either a soldier-witch or a member of your new group.”

Rebecca started drawing sigils and runes in the dirt around the bird, going over her work several times. She knew from experience that the spell would fizzle out if the symbols were made incorrectly. Then, she went over to a diffent spot and dug out a wriggling worm. Placing the worm's tail in the bird's mouth, she intoned, "As he feeds upon thee, so death feeds upon life." Rebecca completed the ritual by squeezing the worm to death.

There was a bright flash, and Rebecca's human body slumped to the ground, utterly still. The bird hopped to its feet and opened its mouth, speaking in an unsettling voice (though the fact that it was speaking at all was unsettling enough.) "I-I can't believe it! The ritual actually worked!"

Elizabeth bent down, gently picking up Rebecca's body and carrying it the way one would a baby. Surprisingly, the dead weight didn't seem to affect Liz, all another perk of being a Dragon Knight. She looked down at the bird before her, watching its limp neck crane as words burbled out of it's mouth. ”That's an impressive feat, Rebecca. I'm sure the body of a bird is much different than that of a human's though, why don't you stretch your wings? I'll take care of your body, when you're done, come back and we'll discuss your new options.”

With a quick flap of her wings, Rebecca took off, rising to a height of about twenty feet before going into a power dive. Unfortunately, she didn't pull up in time and crashed beak-first. "Ouch! You're right, this is going to take some practice." Mentally, she intoned the counterspell, and her normal form came back to unlife.

Elizabeth flinched at the failed dive, but she assumed it couldn't get much worse for the dead bird. Suddenly, Rebecca woke up in Elizabeth's arms, and the bird went limp on the ground. Elizabeth set Rebecca down on a bench, just in case she was a bit dazed. Then, Elizabeth picked up the dead robin, tucking in its wings respectfully and handing it off to Rebecca.

”I believe, you may have earned yourself a position in Espionage. That is, if you want to take it. What you accomplished was something that could be perfect for stealth missions, and it could spare a lot of lives if a bird was to be caught instead of your teammates.” Elizabeth picked up the Espionage packet, showing it off to Rebecca and waiting for her answer.

"A most intriguing proposition. However, I have a question for you, before we begin. I know little of Hunters and their ways. Do they have some method for detecting a witch's mind? If so, that could well prove fatal to me."

Elizabeth thought, scanning her memory of all the hunters in Seren's Folly. None had the amazing ability to detect a witch, unless they were revealing themselves quite obviously. ”No, there aren't any who can sense the minds of witches. As long as you act like a bird, you'll be fine. There are two wolves, one named Mishka, they can sense demons but I'm quite certain they can't sniff out the mind of a witch in the body of a bird.”

Elizabeth's brow furrowed, there would always be a chance of them sniffing Rebecca out. She didn't want to risk it, but Rebecca’s bird could save many, and it could flee much faster than a group of witches. ”If you are caught, you will know because of their barking. The second you hear that, you flee. The one of main concern would be Flint, if he's...still alive.” She choked, clearing her throat and carrying on. ”This position is optional, I'm only asking you take it into consideration.”

"I will gladly take it, and help with the defenses as well. Don't worry, when the fighting comes, I won't shy away." She picked herself up and took her bird with her. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have some flying practice to do."

Elizabeth smiled brightly at the girl, watching her walk off to go explore her new wings. Elizabeth was glad Rebecca was so receptive, definitely one of the easiest meetings she had had all day. There were a few more she had to have with those she knew, and the one she was least excited about had to be Triss’. The mind witch was sure to be difficult, with no concern about punishments from Lorelai. She snapped her fingers, calling for her demons. They came, and she made them play in front of her. It was entertaining, and sometimes the would toss her a pine cone to include her. Despite everything she had once known about demons, these four were starting to grow on her.
in collaboration with [@Meiyuiki] and @Fetzen

"New Purposes"


Lorelai cast one last glance at Elizabeth's sleeping form as she carefully closed the door behind her, locking it for the woman's privacy. Sousiel would be around soon to deposit a change of clothes to replace the one's her mistress had ruined. She wondered why makeup sex was so... satisfying. It probably had something to do with reclaiming what you thought you might have lost, or maybe it was just the natural reward for couples with the tenacity to resolve their differences as opposed to letting them fester.

Whatever the reason, her time with Liz had put a smile on her face and a youthful spring in her step. She hummed to herself as she strode towards her office in the castle proper, drawing strange looks from passing witches who were unaccustomed to seeing the old witch is such a cheerful mood. She smiled to them each in turn, deepening the concern lining their faces. With a chuckle she pushed the door to her office open and stepped inside.

A snap of her fingers lit the feylights lining her office, their glow supplementing the last rays of the sun filtering in from her window. She flopped into the large armchair behind her desk with a content sigh. "I should waste this entire day." She said to the empty room.

"I could do it too, just think about Liz for the rest of the evening, maybe take a nap." She giggled to herself. Sitting up she elected to be productive, against her better sense, and began sorting through the requisitions and inventory sheets she'd requested the night previous.

"I should send Saen to the Altmeri, they have griffons and could make aerial deliveries in a pinch." She mused to the empty room. Seeing as it had no objections to the idea she marked it down on her to-do list. Elizabeth would face enough adversity attempting to lead witches to war, everything she did was another thing the huntress didn't have to. She hummed happily as she continued her work.

Being together with Triss was a refreshing thing, and what they had done behind the door he had closed made him confident that there wouldn't be any annoying interruptions coming from the cohabitor in his head. According to statistics so far, a happy demon worm was a more silent demon worm. It hadn't been Triss' magic power that had made him happy, but unfortunately the progress of time was a relentless entity. Having put on a fresh set of clothes, Andri made a second attempt to meet Lorelai in her office with Triss walking next to him. He knocked the door gently. "Lorelai ? Are you in there ?"

"Andri? Yes, come in." Lorelai called from the confines of her office.

Triss had been bouncing through the halls during their short trip to Lorelai's office, her heart swelling unnaturally. She was happy to have acquired Andri's friendship, even if it meant breaking the normal bounds. When Lorelai called for them, Triss pushed open the door and smiled. She waved at Lorelai, before skipping over to take her seat at one of the chairs in front of Lorelai's desk. She was going to milk this feeling for as long as it lasted, and then go back to her usual dark moods. ”Hello, Lorelai.”

"Hello Triss." Lorelai replied cheerfully, masking her suspiciouns as her eyes went between the two of them. They settled on Andri. "Glad to see you've made a friend Andri, please, have a seat."

Andri could see how happy Triss was. He didn't bounce like her, but a smile was cast on his face that didn't go away even after he had entered Lorelai's office. The hunter grinned internally when she started to talk about friendship. How long would it take for her to find out how far things had already progressed between him and Triss ? He grabbed a seat and placed it in front of her desk, but not perfectly aligned towards it. It was a compromise that allowed him to see both Lorelai and Triss at the same time and he glanced towards her to check for her feelings. It was the office of the witch that had spoken out a death sentence...

"Hello Lorelai. Do you have time ? There are two things I'd like to talk about. One's more important and one less."

Triss’ head bobbed quickly, surprised to see the old witch was also rather merry today. ”Andri's my first official patient, I've had quite the blast with him.” There were no undertones that could imply anything, her voice was simply chipper. ”I'm glad I got my hands on him, he works well.”

"I'm pleased Triss." Her suspiciouns vanished at the simple explanation from the red-headed witch. She turned her attention towards the giant. "I certainly hope he works well, I've much work for him to do. First though, you had things you'd like to talk about. Go on Andri."

I.. work well ? Andri didn't know how to react properly to that as he was afraid of a wrong answer that could indicate the wrong thing. However his doubts tore open a noticeable gap in his speech. With a faintly more reddish skin color than before, he continued the dialogue.
"Before I've totally intoxicated myself last evening... erm... you were talking about having some sort of plan to minimize the casualties on both sides. I hope that it's understandable why I'm asking this: What do these plans look like ?" The major part of him expected to hit a wall right here, right now. The remaining part had some hope, mainly kept alive by the apparently very good mood Lorelai was in. However his doubts were on the winning side, controlling his facial expression.

"Yes, my plan." Lorelai sighed, she wasn't entirely happy with her 'plan', but it was all she had. "My plan, Andri, is fear. We both know they won't turn back unless they feel it's hopeless, until we threaten them with annihilation."

"So the plan, is to demoralize them through this war." Lorelai said grimmly. "And when their hearts are wounded, threaten them with the Plague Lord, and a million deaths to come unless they turn back, and never speak of our home again."

"Should that plan fail, the only thing left will be to destroy them utterly." She locked eyes with the giant, letting him see the steel in her soul. "Not something I savor, but not something I'll hesitate in doing should the need come."

The assassin tried to withstand Lorelai's stare into his eyes, but if she had been able to see beyond his pupils, the witch would have seen another black hole as it collapsed into an infinitesimal volume. That was his confidence. He broke eye contact with her, grasping for alternative solutions he could throw at her in order to spoil this plan of hers, but... He couldn't come up with any real thing. Elizabeth herself had already tried to make peace by returning to the hunters and he knew far too well how this had ended, so that option was already dead. Repeating what Rebecca had told him and what had triggered him to make all these efforts to begin with wouldn't help either, or would it ? He had to try, in another variant.

Slowly and cratered with shakiness, he gave a reply: "The hunter's don't yet know what's at stake. You remember what Rebecca said ? Both sides will be required. We could make one last attempt to convince them to abort this hunt by telling them. I could make this last attempt!" I don't believe what I'm listening to! You're trying to embark me on a suicide mission! I am aware of the risks, Khan! And I'm counting on you!

Triss had been gleefully picking at the fabric on the arm of the chair, ignoring most of the conversation. She would have been content, until Andri volunteered to go on a suicide mission. Her head snapped to him, her eyes trying to go hard but failing. She couldn't hide her hurt, try as she might. ”Andri you can't! The moment you step foot in that town you'll be shot down, in their eyes you're nothing more than a traitor. You can't leave, we discussed this.”

Of course, when they had discussed it before it was more of a talk about his sex drive than anything, but she still wouldn't let him leave. She turned to Lorelai, her eyes pleading for her to tell him no. ”Lorelai, you aren't going to let him, are you? I thought it had already been decided that offerings of peace were futile? If you let him go you are signing off on his death.”

"Of course not, I'm not going to waste a life that simply." Lorelai smiled at Triss briefly. "Andri's earned a better end that dying uselessly."

"Andri, you've gone to great lengths to discredit yourself amongst the hunters of Seren's Folly." Lorelai returned her gaze to Andri's eyes. "They'd more likely believe me than you."

She sighed and retrieved a small wooden pipe from one of her desk's drawers. She breathed lightly over its top, smiling in satisfaction as the tabacco burned. She puffed lightly at it before speaking up again. "The only way I can see this working, Andri, is to make them think all hope is lost, frighten them with the next Black Plague, and then to offer a way out."

"That's just the best I can manage right now, and we'll both have to be satisfied with it." She offered the lit pipe to Andri. "No matter how much we both wish things were different."

Both Triss and Lorelai were verbally trying to force him to abandon his idea. For a very brief moment, he hatched the plan of pulling this off on his own and in secrecy. But what if he really died ? Triss was already hurt. What would she think about him when he did this ? And what would Liz think ? He killed the idea, but just as he did and as he gave Lorelai's words a second pass through his mind, another one was born. A modification that would possibly reduce the risk.

He latched his view onto the pipe Lorelai handed him. The burning stuff he couldn't clearly identify beneath the smoke and the layer of ash that had started forming on top of it reminded him of his own past as a simple peasant. He had tried some weeds back then as they had been just waiting for him to pick them up here and there along their property, but these were times long gone. He gently pulled the pipe out of the witch's hand, assuming that it was simple tobacco, and put it into his mouth for a single breath to begin with. It made his next sentence being littered with interrupting coughs. "What if I don't go there to talk to them, but just to leave something behind? We could write a message to them onto a large piece of parchment or even enscribe it onto some kind of plate. Positioned at the right place, many would read it, and those who are unsure about things would perhaps be triggered to think twice about the war."

Triss frowned, wanting to wrench the pipe from Andri's hands. Instead, she placed her hand on his back, rubbing it gently to ease him through his coughing fits. He was a drinker, and a smoker? She couldn't have picked a more troublesome pet. Then again, she was troublesome too, but that was unimportant. ”And how would you sneak such a large object in, Andri? Don't be daft, I bet they have guards positioned now to prevent unwelcomed visitors.”

”Lorelai's plan is just as well, and I doubt anyone would turn away because of some sign left at their doorstep. They are passionate about their cause, words will not change anything.” Triss huffed, shooting Lorelai another look that clearly stated fix this, now.

Lorelai rolled her eyes at the red-headed witch. "I like your plan Andri, it has some merits." She retrieved her pipe from the coughing giant, drawing deeply from it before continuing. "Why don't you let me consider it? I don't think now's a good time, but perhaps as they draw closer to the castle something to that effect could cause them to think. We might plant the truth in their minds and let it fester, and when the time is right we'll see how it turned up."

She lazily blew several smoke rings, already considering what such a plate might say. "For now though, I urge you to put this aside, and focus instead on less suicidal recourses. Elizabeth will be my general, the announcement comes tomorrow. You may wish to talk to her about how best to use your considerable talents on the behalf of your new home."

Andri couldn't see Triss' frowning, but very well feel her hand resting on his back. He had to resist looking too relieved when Lorelai removed the pipe from his hand - smoking was a thing he had done for a time too short and too far away for being used to. Given that he could sometimes be a brutal heavy drinker, it was better this way he thought. "A message about a Plague Lord would have to reach them too, wouldn't it ?" This wasn't meant as an objection, but as a confirmation. However it also reminded him that once the time would have come, it could easily descend into just that instead of his idea of an appeal for reconsidering things.

"Liz will be the general ?" His face brightened instantly, though only moderately. "I guess a former huntress is the ideal person to work together with an ex hunter, heh ? And... considerable talents ? So far I've been more of a diplomat than anything else." He wondered if that was what Lorelai was actually referring to.

Triss looked stung, the hand resting on Andri's back balling up into a hard fist. So much for Lorelai helping, at least she wouldn't send him directly to Seren's Folly. She didn't have any real reason to be mad at Lorelai, they were hardly anything more than acquaintances. Triss retreated within herself, putting on a crazed smile to hide her concern. Slowly she dived into the insanity, thinking of how she could twist the poor minds of souls who dare enter her line of sight. It was a pleasurable experience, and it kept her distracted, her eyes glazing over.

"I presume you're good at killing?" Lorelai asked point blank. "You are a hunter after all."

She looked at Triss for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing as she noted her glazed eyes. The smile that curved her lips was all too familiar from their previous, and unforunate interactions. "Triss? Are you alright?"

Lorelai's second question preempted his own thoughts. That hand he had felt transforming into a fist couldn't be a good thing, so he turned his head around to look at Triss. Her glassy eyes concerned him, and so did the rest of her expression. "Hey Triss, what I'm talking about here is just an idea. Even that pervy demon in my head argumented against it so I won't do it unless I'm asked to, okay ?"

Terrible screams filled her mind, half-dead men and women dancing along with happiness as they moaned out in pain. She stood among it all, the sounds of their cries making her victorious at last. It took a moment for Lorelai's words to break through, and when they did nothing changed. Triss stared at her, an eyebrow cocked.

”Of course, just entertaining myself. This conversation bores me to no end. Don't you two have something else to discuss, of lesser importance?” Her smile had never left her face, her eyes never quite clearing. She itched, but she would never tell them that, not unless she was strapped down to that damned chair again. When Andri addressed her she nodded, but gave him no words to go off.

Andri blinked. He was stunned by Triss' reaction that had come totally unexpected for him. It was clear that she was very annoyed, but the way she pointed that out was such that it made him shiver and want to turn his attention back to other things.

The assassin memorized what Lorelai's other question had been about. He turned towards her to begin his answer, but couldn't help but redirect his view towards Triss here and then in between while speaking. "I have... had... barely left my apprenticeship. What I know so far is primarily due to the training I've received in a secret forces unit of the military and due to the talents I might or might not posess." Andri sighed. "What I've experienced over the course of the last weeks has left me behind unsure about if that will suffice, especially since I'll have to hunt hunters now." That was the worst part of it all, and one could see in his face that just speaking about it did hurt him to the bone.

Lorelai frowned, slightly dissapointed. Still, there were plenty of uses for a teleporter, and the man could be trained furter. [color=00aeef]"Very well, I'll leave it to Elizabeth to find out how to best use your talents."[color] She smiled and looked between the two. "With that I think we're finished here aren't we? I suggest you two enjoy the rest of your evening, and make sure you're at the meeting tomorrow morning." Another hunter forced to kill his fellows, and Lorelai had the same answer to him she'd had for Elizabeth. Nothing, but at least Elizabeth had her heart as a reward.

"Wait..." He sighed again. From his point of view the entire topic was far from finished, but it was finished for the moment. "There's another thing, the less important one I've told you about. You promised me something for rescuing Liz. I'm just curious to know what that will be."

"A fine set of nightstalker hide armor, complete with some enchantments I'll place on it later tonight." Lorelai smiled at the giant. "You protected mine, so I thought something to protect you would be an appropriate gesture."

Nightstalker ? I know that! I hope it will fit tightly. Your butt could use a bit more accentuation...
Andri rolled his eyes in an act of irritation before he noticed that this could easily be misinterpreted. "Sorry. It's just Khan thinking that it should be really tight..." The tone in his words made clear that he didn't approve that idea, but the demon worm started laughing. "I'm afraid that it won't be long until such a thing will be put to the test. I don't know what Nightstalkers are, but I think I should thank you for it." he added, trying to return to a more adequate expression.

Triss felt certain that the conversation of war was mainly over, pushed aside so they could enjoy the rest of their day. She knew just what she wanted to do to enjoy herself. She was shivering with excitement, leaping out of her chair and clutching it's back with white knuckles. If one were really paying attention, they would see the outer rims of her eyes taking up a faint green hue.

”I know just how I'll be spending the rest of my evening.” She said, her words sparking her into a giggling fit. Once it was over, she took the few long bounds out the door, shutting it roughly behind her and escaping down the halls. She needed a victim, someone who wouldn't resist until it was too late.

"We'll see how tight we can get it." Lorelai laughed. Her mirth turned to concern as Triss bounded out of the room like the madwoman she suspected the girl might be. "Sousiel, keep an eye on Triss would you?

"If you would though Andri, I've got quite a bit yet to do before sleep takes me. Try to enjoy yourself, and stay safe alright?" Lorelai offered the giant a small smile before returning to her work.

Triss sudden move into action left the hunter behind being puzzled. The look he shot at Lorelai was like What the hell is wrong with her ?, but he didn't dare to truly ask. Lorelai seemed very busy, but his happy day was over the moment Triss slammed the door shut. With a bit of confusion in his voice and an attempted smile he took his leave: "Okay, thanks for your time. Will you notify me when the armor's finished or shall I return here ?"

"I should have it ready by the meeting tomorrow, if you'd stay behind I'd gladly gift it to you then." Lorelai looked up from her work for a moment. "That would also be a good time to check in with Elizabeth for what she'll have you doing over this course of this mess. As with any luck, she'll be busy tonight." She favored the giant with a small wink.


Most witches in the halls ignored Triss, refusing to meet her gaze. At this point she was more than a few screws loose, and anyone could tell. Her giggles and faintly glowing eyes were a sure sign of this. Triss couldn't stop though, not until her wishes could be fulfilled. Those who would turn towards her were not prime subjects, older witches who could put up rough defensive walls.

Triss had almost given up hope, until she collided with the perfect target. Triss growled, until she met eyes with the girl she had bumped against. They were the same mismatched pair that had given her such a rude awakening. ”Sousiel? You're perfect, come with me.” She wasted no time, clutching Sousiel's arm and attempting to pull her towards the hall of rooms.

"Triss!" Sousiel feigned shock. The red-headed witch was far crazier than Lorelai had seemed to think if the burning eyes, frantic gait, and her sudden joy at seeing her were any indication. "There's my maidenhood to consider!" False protest aside she allowed herself to be drug towards the dormitories. Perhaps being abused by Triss would be an enjoyable distraction, given that Lorelai was too busy to do it properly at the moment.

Triss looked straight ahead as Sousiel protested, not caring in the slightest. She only paused when Sousiel brought up her maidenhood, and that was to double over hysterics. When she looked back up, she cocked an eyebrow at Sousiel and shook her head. ”Sousiel, I'm insane, not a fool. Maidens would not suggest anything quite like you did last night.”

When they got to the dorms, Triss opened the door to her room and gave Sousiel a rough shove to get her inside. She turned around, locking her door and sighing in relief. ”Sousiel, I chose you because you are far from normal. It would be too easy for me otherwise.” She motioned to the bed, watching Sousiel with the eyes of a predator waiting to strike its prey. ”Lay down, now.” Her voice was rough, but full of excitement.

Sousiel giggled at Triss' eagerness, stumbling at the girl's shove for added effect. "I swear I'm a maiden, I just read alot of books." That was a lie, and they both knew it, but Sousiel was determined to have some fun if she was about to be tortured.

She stretched out obediently on the bed, avoiding Triss' eyes for now. "Too easy huh? What exactly to you plan on doing to me Triss?" She unbuttoned the top of her shirt. "I can make this as hard, or easy, as you like." She cooed seductively.

Triss groaned, Sousiel was definitely a smart one. The demon was going to stretch this as long as she wanted, they could be here forever if she didn't turn to face Triss. Then, Sousiel unbuttoned the top of her shirt. Triss shook her head, but decided to go along with it. The view wasn't too bad either. Maybe it would make things easier in the long run.

”I know you can, Sousiel.” Triss said, her voice low and silky. She moved towards Sousiel and straddled her, grabbing the demon's arms and placing them above her head. ”Why don't you make this better for both of us, and face me?”

Sensual boldness was not something Sousiel had been expecting from Triss. The witch's weight on her hips and hands pinning her wrists sent an unwelcome, and unexpected, shiver of warmth across her chest as her pulse quickened. "Fine, if you want it that badly."

"If Lorelai knew what was about to happen...", but what Lorelai didn't know wouldn't kill Triss, and it didn't seem all that long ago to the demon that a young Lorelai burned with an all too similar maddness. She turned her eyes to meet the red-headed witch's, smiling sweetly. "Ok, Triss, have your fun if you must."

Triss held both of Sousiel's wrists in one hand, the other cupping Sousiel's cheek as she examined the supple body she had before her. ”I do, I really do want it.” Then, she pinched Sousiel's cheek until it turned a bright shade of red and stared into her mismatched eyes. Triss’ eyes slowly turned green, because she knew Sousiel wouldn't put up a wall, and it was much more pleasurable for her that way.

Triss entered Sousiel's mind with a shudder, it was very clear and definite, everything simple and mainly the same size. It was surprising, but she figured a demon's mind wasn't made to be that muddled, one track for all purposes. The readings were clear, but none of them were really what she wanted. There was no pain or screaming, but there were inhumane urges there: the need to see others in pain, to destroy, to ruin love and innocence.

There was no void of passion, in fact, there was a giant melded ball of it in a separate corner. It was combined with worship, reverence, and something...maternal? It was all there for a certain someone, and Triss had a great idea as to who. She ignored it, if she pulled it Sousiel would just run away to play with her Mistress. She also bypassed contempt, for the ones weaker than Triss.

While Triss was closely examining an emotion that had a sort of dampener around it, something danced in her eyes. She turned, ready to face an offensive entity. Again, it was there, in the corner of her eyes. It surrounded her, but when she shifted it was gone. Triss was tired of the games, so she outstretched her hands out and called for the unidentified emotion.

What she cradled in her hands made her jump. Desire...for love. It was just a wisp, and it was jumpy as if afraid to have been seen. Triss’ hand shot out and she grasped for more, now having a feel for what she wanted. The emotion was an elusive thing, and it took her quite a while to get a sizeable ball. It was there though, concentrated and real. No passion or urges, just a need for love that wasn't fulfilled. Triss had her emotion, and after shifting it to the front of Sousiel's mind, she pulled out.

Still straddling the demon, Triss felt like she had the upper hand. She didn't know how Sousiel would react to an emotion she had been evading for so long. Triss gripped Sousiel's wrists, smiling with a great deal of charm. She leaned down to whisper in Sousiel's ear, her voice husky. ”How do you feel, love?”

Sousiel shivered as the red-headed witch traipsed across the corridors of her mind. She wondered with sick fascination what the girl would draw out, a touch concerned for the witch's safety as the demon was well aware of the darkness that lurked within her desires. Then she felt something stirr that she had long ago forgotten. Something she could never have.

"Triss?" Sousiel voice was laced with panic. "Please, Triss, please no." She begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as the witch was too engrossed in her malicious task.

A hallowness filled her, spreading from her heart to encompass all of her body and spirit. A deep and hungry void, empty of passion and littered with a damnable hope for that one thing she'd never have. Demons didn't get to fall in love, or be loved.

"Triss?" Sousiel's voice broke as the witch whispered in her ear, her eyes filling with crimson tears. "W-why did y-you call me l-love?" She hoped against the overwhelming odds that those sweet words meant something. She was naked and vulnerable in every way that ever mattered, and she needed those words to mean something other than incoming pain. "Please..." She whispered, pressing her cheek against Triss'

The girl before her was not Sousiel, it was someone new entirely, someone who craved the love they were supposed to turn away. Triss grinned, pressing her cheek hard against Sousiel's and nuzzling her. Triss’ hands left Sousiel's wrists, trailing up and down her sides instead. ”Why do you think I said It?” She purred, nibbling softly on Sousiel's ear. She wasn't quite sure if she would break Sousiel yet. She could very easily tell the demon she hated her, and leave her to grovel in pain. That wasn't fun though, she wanted to draw this out as long as she could.

"B-because yo-..." Sousiel couldn't voice her fear, powerless against her deepening desire and the sweet sensation of Triss' hands on her sides. The girl's breath fell hotly against her ear, and her teeth sent shivers down her neck. A warmth bloomed in the demon's chest, against what little sense she had left, and her mouth curved into a fearful smile as her tears spilled over her lashes. "B-because you... love... me?" Her arms wrapped the witch in a tenative embrace, savoring the softness of Triss' body.

Triss’ heart ached at the tone of Sousiel's voice, something human breaking through the madness. She shivered as Sousiel wrapped her arms around her, a fragile embrace, a soft bond between the two of them. She’s going to kill me when this is over, she thought to herself, trailing kisses as soft as a feather along Sousiel's jaw. ”Yes, Sousiel, I love you. Do you love me?” Her voice was taunting, a warning of some sort.

'Say no!, this is where she kills you!' A small voice screamed at the back of Sousiel's mind. She was too enthralled by Triss' sweetness to pay it any mind, her head was filled with the witch's voice, and her body trembled in joy at each light kiss. Her face bloomed into the first bright smile it ever had, and her heart leapt in rapture as it unburdened centuries of pain. She closed her eyes tightly against her pouring tears. "I'm not much Triss... but I love you, and if you want me," Her eyes found Triss' again, twinkling with heartfelt affection. "You can have me."

Triss recoiled, a sudden realization that Sousiel's hope was resting in her hands, had smacked her. Her body softened, and she held her thumb below Sousiel's eyes, waiting to catch the crimson tears as soon as they fell. She could feel every tremble, every ounce of hope leaking off of the girl, and she knew that she couldn't destroy it. What a horrible feeling it was to be weak, that's why Sousiel pushed her need for love aside, and that's why Triss should have just left the girl heartbroken. She couldn't say anything, instead shifting so she could hold Sousiel tight in her arms. When the effect wore off, she had no idea how Sousiel would react, but for now...it was time to take care of the demon.

"I love you, I love you." Sousiel cooed weakly into Triss' chest and sobs of joy wracked her frame. It occured to her that now would be a good time to make love, alone in an empty room, feelings surging through her limbs. She pushed it aside though, they had all the time in the world for things like that.

Or maybe they didn't. Sousiel's better sense reaserted itself slowly, pulling firmly at the haze around her heart. With a deepening sense of dread she realized two things; The first was that she had been manipulated, she felt her peace evaporate like wisps of smoke. The second was that the hope perched in her heart, and her damnable desire for that sweetest of passions, was never going to leave her now. It throbbed uneasily at the back of her heart with no sign of relinquishing its newfound strength.

She turned her head slowly, so she could meet eyes with the witch that had layed bare her deepest nightmare. She painted her lips with her sweetest smile. "Well, Triss, you've destroyed me." She slumped into the witch's arms. "Everyone knows demons can't have love, especially succubi. Maybe I'll have Lorelai kill this thing inside me, like I should have a long time ago."

"I'd take it out on you. Rip your clothes off and show you every horrific thing I'd ever imagined, but something tells me you'd just smile like you deserved it." Sousiel sighed. "Maybe you do, but you've ensnared this heart of mine. Whispered words and clouded thoughts have laid me low, sentenced me to love a devious manipulator."

She laughed bitterly. "How ironic."

Triss raised a finger and planted it on Sousiel's lips, shushing the demon. Things were different in both her heart, and her mind, and Triss had to ease her into it. Sousiel's words were bitter, and Triss found them amusing. ”Tut, Sousiel. I haven't destroyed you, I simply opened your heart to possibilities it hadn't yet known. That emotion inside of you, it ran like a frightened cat. You need to give it the attention it deserves, slowly I'll work you into a lover, someone with feelings more intense than any.”

Triss moved her finger from Sousiel's lips, to tap the girl's forehead. ”I won't let Lorelai destroy that, it's so vulnerable and beautiful. Love can come to anyone, whether it be a manipulative maniac like me, or a demon such as you.” She smiled, her whole face bright. ”Some tears will hurt more than you know, others will spark the greatest joy in your heart. That's why this new feeling is worth it, don't you think?” She laughed, pecking Sousiel's cheek and holding the demon ever tighter.

Sousiel's eyes widened at Triss' response, how many times would she be surprised tonight? "You're going to work me into a lover? How, exactly, do you plan on doing that?" Her heartbeat undercut the sarcasm in her voice, fluttering in her chest against her wishes. She closed her eyes and quit resisting. "Love has caused me nothing but pain, or rather loving those who can't love me back."

"....but I want it anyway." Sousiel sighed, relaxing into Triss' embrace. "I can't let you love me out of some misguided sense of responsibility Triss, neither you nor I can bear that. If you want me, against my better sense, you can have me." She looked up into Triss' eyes without fear, the witch had already done the worst she could, what was left to be afraid of? "But only if that's what you really want."

Triss laughed, resting her head on Sousiel's shoulder. ”Have you met me, Sousiel? I'm anything but responsible, I do what I want, and only what I want. I will show you love, and if you feel like I'm not worthy at the end of it, you can explore the sea of men and women waiting to be with someone as gorgeous as you.”

”You're right to want love, we all do in one way or another. We're good for each other, in a way I will explain to you later. For now, rest in my arms, and stop doubting yourself.” Triss closed her eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of Sousiel's heart as it pounded against her bosom.

"You'll be the death of me Triss, but that's probably okay." Sousiel's eyes fluttered closed as the fatigue of her beating heart, and so many tears, caught up with her. "There are worse ways to die, and I'm done being scared."

She gave in to the last of her mistress' wisdom. Love was for the bold and unafraid. She let those warm fluttering feelings wash over her, carrying her into a deeper sleep than she'd had in decades. There were still a great many things to fear, but Sousiel just couldn't muster up the will to care. Tonight it was her, and Triss, that was all that mattered.
Yay! I'm so glad it's up!
My first post will be up tomorrow morning.
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I'd be open to discuss relations with you. :)
Brianna will take room 3 @MissCapnCrunch
Wait wait wait. This could be so much easier if I do what @Apokalipse did.

Please like this post if you want to discuss a relationship with Brianna. :)


Thanks Apokalipse
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