[hr][center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjEwNi5kYWE1MjAuVTNWc2JIa2dUV05RYUdWeWMyOXUuMA,,/roughsketch.regular.webp [/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/xHVRvPV.png[/img][/center] [right][b]Interactions:[/b] None [code] Camp Greenwood[/code][/right][hr] A low groan crawled its way out of Sully’s throat as the sun crept through the leaves to take a cheapshot at his eyes. He felt something plastic poking him in the back, a sharp pain that was muted by his throbbing head, aching body, and dried mouth. Sully rolled to the side, the pop-up tent that he’d passed out not inside but instead on top of crunching underneath his body. Right, okay, he’d pay somebody back for that once he got the money. He continued to roll onto his stomach, held back the urge to yak, and pushed himself up to his knees slowly. Sully paused as he noted the linen wrapped around his hand, a dried bloodstain on his palm. He blinked and shook his head, trying to remember if that meant him and Ruby had become blood brothers (or would the correct term be blood siblings? Perhaps blood buddies?) and drawing an absolute blank for most of the evening. Sully moved to finish standing up and reconsidered as the world started spinning due to his hangover. An old hangover cure of his was to hit some Pedialyte the morning after (even if it was marketed for children), but the Chalice’s elixir had since replaced the drink. He began crawling around the campsite like a big strong baby boy looking for his bottle, careful not to bother the rest of Greenwood sleeping off their hangover instead. He gave up after doing a lap, flopping back on his tent-turned-sleeping bag, and closed his eyes. He’d just try to sleep it off, too. It wasn’t like anybody was in desperate need of healing right now anyway. Sully turned on his side, trying to get comfortable and shade himself from the sun, the faint feeling that he was missing something. He felt a chill and his eyes shot open. His jacket! That was what was missing. It was cold enough out this morning. Somebody had been sensible enough to douse the campfire last night, but honestly he’d love nothing more now than a raging inferno. He crawled into the broken tent, wrapped himself in the actual sleeping bag, and shivered himself back to sleep. [hr] [center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjEwNi43NjY3NjcuVTJ4dllXNWxJRVpoY21sei4w/bachelorette.regular.webp[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/r7scdkh.png[/img][/center] [right][b]Interactions:[/b] Lyss [@Skai], Meifeng[@Punished GN], Jack[@Blizz] [code]The Coven's Lair[/code][/right][hr] The protection Sloane’s jacket offered her went from not-very-much to absolute-zero the moment some idiot tried to blow the roof off of the church with a fiery explosion. The tear gas continued to assault her senses as it began to mix with smoke from the fire. Suddenly, getting shot was no longer the biggest fear. Sloane let her spell fizzle and the piece of paper once again simply became a piece of paper, just moments before she was yanked up from the ground. She was blinded by her jacket as she dragged out of the church and unceremoniously dumped on the grass, the jacket ripped off of her head like the hood of a prisoner moments before their execution. Sloane didn’t face the guillotine with a quiet dignity but with a loud coughing fit made worse by her broken nose as an agent wrestled to cuff her hands behind her back. By the time she’d manage to clear her throat and breath, forced tears had already streaked her cheeks. Sloane glared up at Meifeng as she capped members of the Coven and declared that she ran St. Portwell, a statement so offensive to Sloane that she nearly missed the information about Kali. Her face blanched. Killed the same way as Eska, Simone, and Finn. Father Wolf had killed four people in one night. Sully and Drake were unaccounted for too. Meifeng assumed one of the old Sycamore members had killed Kali. Sloane wasn’t sure that Meifeng’s assumption was too far from the truth. As the others began clearing their names or pointing fingers, Sloane silently stared at Lyss as she batted her eyelashes at Special Agent Meathead. When had she come crawling back to town? Actually, Sloane didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that Lyss could use Black Lux. Perhaps one of the four victims would actually be willing to chat, although Sloane wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t want to chat to Lyss. She tried to nonverbally communicate the thought to Lyss, but really the staredown looked like little more than Sloane judging Lyss for taking the opportunity to try and carve off a hunk of beef. And really, what fed would date a murder suspect? Grossly unprofessional. Although between setting a church on fire, the general weirdness of the feds, and the fact that they were rolling with Linqian’s ex gross and unprofessional behavior seemed to be their MO. [color=silver]“My alibi is airtight,”[/color] said Sloane to Meifeng coldly, offering up no more information and wondering how one went about suing the government for making an arrest without probable cause. It would be a question for her attorney, but Sloane doubted this was the kind of agency that operated within the legal system. She’d cooperate for now because Meifeng was the one with the gun, but she wouldn’t just freely give up her right to remain silent. As long as the rest of the idiots kept their mouths as perfectly sealed as Sloane’s alibi they could easily navigate through—Linqian blurted out that Everleigh almost shot Kali yesterday. Sloane hung her head and wondered if they’d go light on the waterboarding due to her broken nose. Sloane wanted to point out to Meifeng how it was just baseless speculation, but baseless speculation had been all Meifeng needed to use taxpayer money to burn down a church. Worst case scenarios continued to play out in her head. At the very least, Jack was away. Perhaps when they were all hidden away in a government black site he would be able to find them and teleport them all—[color=6644ff]”What is the meaning of this!?”[/color]—[i]fuck![/i] To make matters worse, Jack was injured and Auri was out cold. See, this was why she should’ve been involved. [color=silver]“We’re clearly being arrested. Get on your knees before they tase you,”[/color] said Sloane. Forced to show fealty to mend the fragile ego of a tyrant might’ve been a more accurate statement, but again Meifeng had the guns. Her eyes lingered on Auri’s limp body, unable to tell if she was breathing. [color=silver]“Is she alive?”[/color] [hr][center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjEwNi5kYWE1MjAuVTNWc2JIa2dUV05RYUdWeWMyOXUuMA,,/roughsketch.regular.webp [/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/xHVRvPV.png[/img][/center] [right][b]Interactions:[/b] None [code] Camp Greenwood[/code][/right][hr] [color=goldenrod]“[i]Aaaaaand[/i] there. It's alive!”[/color] Sully stepped back and dusted off his hands to admire the squashed tent that he’d patched back together. He took a sip from his Chalice, the hair of the dog burning his throat and pleasantly warming his belly. He’d found the artifact a couple of yards away from the camp, unceremoniously sitting on a stump flanked by half a dozen other solo cups filled with a mix of beer, pine cones, and ping pong balls from a drinking game that had been abandoned before the finish. Repairing the tent was the last thing on his to-do list around the camp after being the one responsible for turning Greenwood's party into a rager. He took another sip of the Chalice, the booze replaced with an elixir that wiped the mental fog of a hangover away from him. Auri had called last night, hadn’t she? He should at the very least check in and let her know that he hadn’t been murdered in the middle of the night. Sully pulled out his phone. No battery. He grimaced. Jess or one of the others would surely let him borrow their phone, but the only phone number he could remember by heart was Ashley’s childhood home number. Maybe the Luddites had a point. Sully pulled a charger out of his backpack, looked around the camp, and slowly slid the charger back into his backpack. Right. The one downside to the woods was the horrible outlet placement. He sat down on a log, closed his eyes, and listened to the wind through the trees. Maybe Amelia could give him a port to town later. He was in no rush and the Sycamore crew was smart. If they needed him, they’d find him. They wouldn’t do anything risky while their healer was MIA.