[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/6P8qTaC.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/32sPLv7.png[/img][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] Luna ([@Estylwen]), Sully ([@Atrophy]), Tayla ([@silvermist1116]), & Stormy ([@Blizz]).[/right][right][b][code]Treetops Outside Kari's House.[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr] [i][h3][color=3874f4]”... WHAT THE FUC-”[/color][/h3][/i] 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 [i]not[/i] 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. [color=3874f4]”... Get off me, you big motherfucker! [b][b]Jesus![/b][/b] You [i]trying[/i] to kill your boy!?”[/color] 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, [color=3874f4]”... And this is my favorite jacket, too!”[/color] 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 [i]defending[/i] Luna, despite it all, and it was [i]pissing[/i] Drake the fuck off. Really? These two would instead turn their back on the [i]squad[/i] for a literal [b][i]traitor?![/i][/b] The time after the Stygian Snake made them soft and foolish, but not Drake. At least [i]Tayla[/i] - who he knew didn't like him - had the sense to take his side. [quote=Stormy][color=00ff98]"I think we would've caught Father Wolf sooner if it was this easy to capture her,"[/color][/quote] [color=3874f4]”... Let me repeat myself since the last time didn't land,”[/color] 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. [color=3874f4]”... There are different groups out here we [i]can't[/i] fuck around when we're dealing with them.”[/color] [quote=Luna][color=bcbcbc][b]“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?!”[/b][/color] [/quote] [color=3874f4]”Bet you think murder, extortion, and whatever the fuck else your corny-ass mob does is a 'Good habit', right?”[/color] 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. [color=3874f4]”And you do realize you're basically admitting you've [b][i]really[/i][/b] been stalking us, right? And you want us to trust you.”[/color] He shook his head before he looked at Stormy, [color=3874f4]”I was wrong, Storm-man. There's no way this idiot is Father Wolf.”[/color] [quote=Luna][color=bcbcbc][b]“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 [i]problem[/i]?”[/b][/color][/quote] [quote=Sully][color=goldenrod]“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?”[/color][/quote] [quote=Tayla][color=DE198A]"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."[/color][/quote] 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 [i]any[/i] capacity even if Auri listens to her. [color=3874f4]”Look, Luna, we don't want your help. You weren't trustworthy ten years ago, and you're even less trustworthy now,”[/color] Drake said, lowering his head and then shaking it. [color=3874f4]”Fedboy was one thing, but[b][i] I'm[/i][/b] not going to stand by here and let you worm your way back in here.”[/color] He glanced at Tayla before he turned to Luna and pointed at her, [color=3874f4]”So... Turn your wings on, fly away, and [b][i]never[/i][/b] come back. Because if I catch you again, it's-”[/color] That was when [i]everyone[/i] at Kari's house was pulled into a Recollection... [color=3874f4]”[i]... Oh God, not again![/i]”[/color] Drake shouted. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5WCjcc2.jpeg[/img][h1]Recollection: The 8th Street Coven.[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] None.[/right][right][b][code]Kari's House. During Kari's funeral.[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr] 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 [i]heavenly[/i] 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… [i]we were never here.[/i]” 8th St went to work as Emily remained near Vashti, then shouted, “Find Kari’s notes! [i]You-know-who[/i] 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!” “[i]Ffffffine.[/i]” 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 [i]forever.”[/i] “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! [i]Boss![/i] 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 [i]politely[/i] stated. [h3][b][i]“... WHY ARE YOU ALL [u]SO[/u] OBSESSED WITH STEALING FROM SOME DEAD SLUT?!”[/i][/b][/h3] 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!” [sub]“It’s wrong to be wasteful, bro…”[/sub] “Who gives a fuck!?” Emily shouted. “We’re about to get paid enough so you all can afford shit a [i]million[/i] 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, “[b][i]EVERYONE![/i][/b] 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!” “[i]Fffffffffuck![/i] I always gotta clean up after you all!” Carol shouted. “Fine…” she rolled her eyes. The Recollection ended.