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Well, everyone seemed mostly fine with Kali staying. Unsurprisingly, Tayla left. Good for her, she didn't seem like she could handle this. The damn gun was an escalation that didn't need to happen. This other coven that the others seemed worried about was a surprise to Jack. [color=6644ff]"What unkillable horror from beyond this world are [i]they[/i] trying to kill?"[/color] That was, obviously, a joke about them stepping on the Sycamore's toes, but he hoped it wasn't really why 8th Street existed. [color=6644ff]"If they'll test us, then we should just deal with them as they come. If we need, we can bait them into fighting this Greenwood coven to keep them both distracted."[/color] One old coven banding together to solve a murder mystery shouldn't intrigue what sounded like magic political wars.

He would've added more onto that, but the doors swung open. And Britney was there. 

Jack and Britney were on... [i]Odd[/i] terms after her secrets were revealed. Luca did [i]not[/i] deserve what she did to him, but the others didn't seem to care that much up until the moment she showed up. Despite that, he had so many fond memories of that girl guiding him down the path he took.

[color=6644ff]"You're... Alive. I didn't think you would be."[/color] It's hypocritical coming from Jack fucking Hawthorne, but maybe that's the joke.

And of course, all hell broke loose as Luca lost his shit on the floor, and the tensions in the whole room flared. One thing stuck out in particular, to Jack, though. That would be dear old Greyson's magic. For a brief moment, there was resistance, and then the door fell through, as Jack willingly let him stumble into Jack's emotional field long enough clumsily feel confidence, stillness and a sense of superiority. One that was target at Greyson specifically. Jack's consciousness was like an old monument; Standing in spite of countless weathering that mere human beings were incompatible with, riddled with damage from exposure. By travelling in the Void as he had, Jack was... Different now. He had seen things that most would go mad from, and embraced them. Edict was a fly on the wall to him. 

[color=6644ff]"I agree with Sloane. Do you [i]want[/i] that time with the cactus to be the second worst thing to happen to you, [i]Greyson?"[/i][/color]

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Stormy tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the radio. He always thought this day wasn't meant to come, that the coven was just a memory from a time with a dire situation. And yet, here he was a decade later, rolling down the streets of his old stomping grounds. St. Portwell held many mixed feelings for him. His father died in obscurity, but so did several of his friends. Who the hell could do that from so far across the world, at the same time as somewhere in another country? Another hemisphere entirely? How did you track someone like that? Stormy rolled up to a parking lot on the other end of town, and took the long way to Auri's place. It was getting late, and he really should've arrived sooner. He [i]would[/i] have, but it took forever to set up his course for the online format. He answered six different emails while leaning against the driver door, and then took in a deep breath. This shouldn't have been making him feel jittery. Stormy had nothing to fear, he [i]never[/i] had anything to fear.

Walking down the streets, Stormy kept a low profile as he flicked his eyes from one lane of buildings to another, looking for familiar faces. Anyone who might stand out, who might've been lagging behind. Stormy wondered, just how many of them were still alive right now? How did Father Wolf know which of them were from here or not? What if-

There.

In the corner of his eye, he saw it. Flowers and Canvases. A car or two were pulled up already, maybe there weren't [i]that[/i] many people inside? There could be two people on the other side of that door, or 10. He wouldn't know until he opened it. And Stormy [i]wished[/i] he hadn't opened it. Stormy walked in, quietly, with his head held up. Body language told everyone who looked at him, that he was confident in showing up. Looking around, he saw a [i]lot[/i] of them. A lot of his old friends. 

[color=00FF98]"I tried to get here sooner. It's great to see all of you, how much did-"[/color]


[i]Britney.[/i]

His eyes fell on the woman who most of the coven cast out. The one none of them trusted, the one he wanted to [i]snap in half[/i] for ruining lives.

And so, like any normal person would do, he got [i]mad.[/i] 

[h3][color=00FF98][i]"YOU!"[/i][/color][/h3]

A pair of glowing green shields manifested across Stormy's forearms, both laced with chain-like patterns of red energy to match her lux. This was the same spell that he used to hold back monsters summoned by the Stygian Snake years ago. If he started throwing these at a person right now... [color=00FF98]"What are [i]you[/i] doing here?!"[/color] His voice went from that of a gentle giant, to a war horn that spoke English. Forget Kali, forget Judas. [I]This[/i] was what he was fixating on now, in front of everyone.