[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjEwNi5mMzllZDQuUVhKNWFXNC4x/personal-use.regular.webp[/img][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjEwNi5mMzllZDQuVkdodmNtNWwuMQ/personal-use.regular.webp[/img][/CENTER] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/FaCzAxe.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/1Hvat1r.png[/img][/center] [right][b]Interactions[/b]: Emily [@Punished GN], Vashti [@Atrophy] [code]Kari's House[/code][/right][hr] [color=00BFFF]”The fuck,”[/color] Aryin said as she watched Jack suddenly appear. She always found that kind of magic to be extremely concerning. What would stop a teleporter from doing something shitty? She made a mental note to buy a fucking bell and force Jack to wear it so that he can at least announce his presence instead of just appearing. She raised an eyebrow at what he said. 8th street was going to attack? And [i]Lynn[/i], that fucking cunt [b][i]LYNN[/i][/b], predicted it so? Who the fuck cared? Aryin knew Lynn as an unreliable, unstable, piece of shit back in the old days. And from what she’s learned Lynn is still that unreliable, unstable, piece of shit who talks shit about her dead friends and drinks to hide away herself from the pain of her own existence. [color=00BFFF]”I guess we’re going to be safe today if that bitch is predicting shit again,”[/color] Aryin joked and elbowed Linqian as she did. [color=CD5C5C]”Fucking hell, what an attention seeking bitch,”[/color] Linqian rolled her eyes. As [i]if[/i] anything Lynn predicted came true. She was a waste of space. She should just stop fucking breathing, because someone less shit could be using that oxygen. Fucking bitch. [color=CD5C5C]”Jack’s fucking stupid for believing it- and he’s meant to be the smart one! Well, y’know what, sometimes you need a little less brains to actually be fucking sensible.”[/color] [color=00BFFF]”You’re so right,”[/color] Aryin said as her thoughts remained nothing more than the sound of a gentle wind and nothing else, [color=00BFFF]“do you remember all the shit she messed up? Like who even decided she was worth saving? And why was she invited back? She could have gotten so many people killed if we just blindly trusted her predictions,”[/color] Aryin crossed her arms as she looked around, [color=00BFFF]“I bet she realized she fucked by saying what she said and it’s going to just flood us with predictions. [i]Don’t drive down Main Street it’s still closed due to the crater, don’t buy the chicken dinner tonight it will be under cooked,[/i]”[/color] Aryin scoffed as she threw her hands up. [color=CD5C5C]”Don’t talk to Sloane, she’ll be a bitch to you,”[/color] Linqian added mockingly, sneering. Then, she paused, and had a thought. [color=CD5C5C]”Wait. You’re not buying yourself dinner all the time, are you? Come on, that’s fucking expensive, and unhealthy… Fucking hell, Aryin, do I need to teach you to cook?”[/color] [color=00BFFF]“Not all the time but,”[/color] Aryin paused as she rubbed the back of her neck, [color=00BFFF]“It’s just gotten more expensive to cook at home than to order something shitty from the fast food joints you know? Living on my own has been fucking expensive man,”[/color] Aryin sighed as she looked over to Linqian, held her fingers in the shape of a gun, put it under her chin, and jerked her head back as she made a gunshot sound. [color=CD5C5C]”Tell me about it, shit’s fucking awful,”[/color] Linqian shook her head. [color=CD5C5C]”Look, maybe I could make you some like… packed meals. I make a shit ton for me and Yi-er anyway, wouldn’t be much extra effort. You could just-”[/color] [b][i][h2]*BOOM*[/h2][/i][/b] [color=CD5C5C]”What the fuck?!”[/color] Linqian spun around, one hand going to her back and grasping the gun. She didn’t quite pull it out or run for the basement stairs… turning back around to look at Aryin with a frown. [color=CD5C5C]”I’m not hearing shit, am I?”[/color] [color=8A2BE2]“No you’re not,”[/color] Aaron responded. He looked down, back up to Linqian, and back down to his body. The sudden explosive boom made him swap uncontrollable it seems. [color=8A2BE2]”I hate when it does this,”[/color] he paused as she swapped back. This was one aspect of her power that she could never quite master, despite it being the aspect that she worked on the most over the years. She sighed annoyed at the swap and shook her head. [color=00BFFF]” That could’ve been anything though, I doubt it was 8th street. There’s no way Lynn was-”[/color] a moment later she heard her voice for the first time, and an anger began to brew in her core. [color=00BFFF]”Emily…fucking…Reed,”[/color] Linqian gritted their teeth, dark eyes flashing with anger. [color=CD5C5C]”That fucking [i]bitch[/i].”[/color] She wasn’t actually talking about Emily. She was talking about Lynn, making a fucking correct prediction for once in her fucking life. What an asshole! Linqian could just imagine her smug face and she wanted to burn it off. But there wasn’t fucking time for it. Her eyes narrowed as the shouting upstairs continued… And Britney was mentioned. [color=CD5C5C]”Fuck- I don’t give a fuck about most of these dicks, but not fucking way are they getting Britney. I’ll lose my fucking job! No, actually, Greyson will probably fucking shoot me- also I like her. Fuck.”[/color] Linqian clenched her fist. Should she get out the gun, or- [color=CD5C5C]”Hey, fucker, you remember the spell we used to always use?”[/color] [color=00BFFF]”Oh,”[/color] Aryin chuckled, [color=00BFFF]” oh I do. We’re too hot to handle, remember?”[/color] Aryin joked as she remembered the weird kid, [color=00BFFF]” If we can find something to cover up while we get into position I think Emily will fucking lose her mind seeing us like that again,”[/color] Aryin smiled a devious smile as her eyes scanned for anything that could cover her body once she stripped down. If it was just the coven she would say fuck it, they’ve all seen her naked before. The problem was that weird kid. She did not want to expose herself to a literal child. She spotted a linen closet nearby and quickly opened it, and grabbed a few sheets. She tossed one to Linqian and walked next to her. [color=00BFFF]”Shall we change?”[/color] [color=CD5C5C]”Fucking-”[/color] Having a sheet thrown at her gave Linqian flashbacks to the halloween party, but this time she caught it with her hand rather than her face. She pushed those annoying memories aside, and grinned. [color=CD5C5C]”Let’s fucking do it.”[/color] Linqian pulled off her fleece jacket first, unclipping her waist holster and shoving the gun in a pocket. She then bundled up her jacket so it was hidden. She didn’t want to melt it, but she also didn’t want anyone else getting it. She then very quickly stripped everything else off, not really giving a fuck about revealing anything, before pulling the sheet around her chest and securing it as best she could. Her clothes were kept in a messy bundle in her arms. [color=CD5C5C]”I ain’t leaving my shit down here- wouldn’t put it past someone to fucking steal it… Let’s go up.”[/color] Aryin followed suit. The first step was swapping back to Aaron to make everything was a little bit less form fitting and making the strip down process easier. He took off his top, and then his bra, and then threw the sheet overtop his frame and covered his bottom half. He kicked off his shoes, and then quickly pulled off the rest of his clothes and quickly bundled them in a messy, but contained, pile that he carried under his arms. He swapped back, looked at Linqian and smiled, [color=00BFFF]” That cunt probably forgot what we can do.”[/color] Aryin ran upstairs and placed his clothes on the couch in the living area before they found themself near the door. She looked to Linqian and smiled. [color=00BFFF]” You ready bitch?”[/color] [color=CD5C5C]”Always, hoe,”[/color] Linqian smirked back, clothes dumped beside Aryin’s (gun hidden among them). She narrowed her eyes at the looming monstrosity, then the actual target. [i]Emily[/i]. [color=CD5C5C]”We’ve gotta get close first. Let’s fucking make some noise, cuss her out, and get in front of Britney. [i]Then[/i] we do it, cause I’m not fucking slow walking all the way over there.”[/color] [color=00BFFF]“We’d look so fucking cool doing the slow walk though,”[/color] Aryin whimpered before she agreed, [color=00BFFF] “but I agree. We’re protectors, let’s fucking show that cunt that were too hot to handle.”[/color]. Aryin used one hand to throw open the door, and the other grabbed Linqian by the hand and pulled her through the door, [color=00BFFF]” let’s give that bitch a fucking show.”[/color] [color=CD5C5C]”Oh, we’ll give her a show, alright,”[/color] Linqian laughed. She didn’t lose any time pushing through the rest of the coven, right to the front. She made sure they were as up close to Emily as they could get without being insta-hit by George, posturing right in front of Britney (but far enough away from weedy Luca, strangely in front of her too, to not get hurt). [color=CD5C5C]”Look who it is, the pettiest fucking bitch in the city!”[/color] Linqian sneered, rolling her eyes at Emily. [color=CD5C5C]”You’re not taking anyone, so fuck back off to the hole you came from.”[/color] Aryin smiled as she looked Emily up and down. [color=00BFFF]” You’re as pathetic as I remember. Was the thrashing you had the other day not enough? Is Emily fucking Reed a fan of getting her ass kicked? And the rest of you, y’all okay hate criming someone? Carol?”[/color] She then tilted her head, lips curving up into more of a suggestive smile towards Vashti. [color=CD5C5C]”This isn’t what I meant by call me, but… make sure to watch closely.”[/color] She gestured down her sheet clad body, covered just enough to be decent, before turning towards Aryin. Her hand balled into a fist. [color=CD5C5C]”Lets fucking go.”[/color] Aryin said not a word, instead she turned and faced Linqian and pulled her first back. A second later two fists were flying through the air, finding homes in the stomachs of Linqian and Aryin. Aryin focused their strength, durability, and their raw ability to hold the line and channeled that magic into her fist as she impacted with Linqian. At the same time, Linqian put all of her energy and rage into a molten heat that had her fist glowing as it slammed into Aryin. A bright, orange light coated them both as they turned hot enough to melt [i]steel[/i]. The sheets burned to a crisp, nothing remaining… but they were both so hot that they glowed orange, and it was near impossible to see anything. Linqian grinned, turning back to face Emily and her croneys. She’d missed this feeling, the combination of her own powerful heat and Aryin’s tough skin. It was fucking [i]amazing[/i]. She shifted to a slightly lower posture, fists in front of her. [color=CD5C5C]”Vashti’s mine, I want a piece of that hot ass- you take George, throw him across the fucking forest,”[/color] Linqian narrowed her eyes. [color=CD5C5C]”The rest can take Emily.”[/color] [color=00BFFF]”Yes ma’am,”[/color] Aryin said with a fiery grin as she pushed herself as fast as she could towards George, cocked back her arm and threw a punch. [color=CD5C5C]”Heyyyy, hot stuff,”[/color] Linqian rounded on Vashti, fist cocked back. [color=CD5C5C]”Prepare to get [i]real[/i] fucking hot.”[/color] Then she sent a searing punch towards Vashti’s chest. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QIUSezo.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ycOCuCr.png[/img][/center] [right][b]Interactions:[/b] Emily, Carol, Britney [@Punished GN] [code]Kari’s House, Patio[/code][/right][hr] Luca was relieved when Ken appeared, before Jasper could run over and help him up. Ken could help him without hurting him. Luca even smiled at the bubbling feeling of the telekinetic hug - familiar, warm. The closest thing to physical contact he’d gotten until Stormy made the rot flee a few days ago. He was happy to properly see him. That was, until Ken started talking about it being war. No. They shouldn’t fight. They should leave. Jacqueline had said they should run, and she was right. Luca [i]knew[/i] how strong 8th Street could be. They were cohesive. They had nearly ten years together! Whereas this group fought even while getting attacked… And to tell the Rot that it could have its day? To let it out? It wasn’t that simple. Ken knew better than anyone how sick the Rot was making Luca. Not that it was killing him, but he’d seen Luca on the days he could barely get out of bed. Letting the Rot out, properly, could kill him. Letting the Rot have what it wanted would only make it stronger. [color=6B8E23]”Wait, Ken, we should lea-”[/color] He was gone. Luca looked at the clone in his place, and let out a soft sigh. It was fine. Hopefully they’d be able to talk it out! Yeah. It didn’t need to be a fight. There was no need for that. Everything could be resolved peacefully- [b][i][h2]*BOOM*[/h2][/i][/b] Shit. Luca’s eyes widened as a horrible undead creature loomed over them, gaze moving down to the people below it. Emily, George, Vashti… shit… Aaron, someone he didn’t recognise, Maya, [i]Carol[/i]. The first three were difficult enough to handle, but Carol could heal everyone constantly. All they had was Sully. In Luca’s eyes, this wasn’t a fight they could win. And he was an incredibly optimistic person. Taking a deep breath, Luca moved closer to the front of the group. He ignored the aching of his legs as he moved, and the echoing laughter of the Rot in his ears, whispering for him to let go. To discard niceties and just destroy. He couldn’t do that. [color=6B8E23]”We’re not handing them over, Emily,”[/color] Luca shook his head, smiling as if there wasn’t a massive monstrosity looming over them. Like this was just a nice chat, rather than an attack. [color=6B8E23]”Can’t we talk this out? Was there any need for all of this?”[/color] He [i]knew[/i] deep down that they couldn’t. Not with Emily. He couldn’t reason with Emily. It might be possible for the others… but he had to make sure the two they wanted were safe. Lila would be protected by Jasper and Lynn, at least. Maybe Adora too. But Britney? So many people would gladly hand her over. Luca couldn’t allow that. Even after everything she’d done to them, she didn’t deserve death. [color=c6e100]She deserved worse.[/color] Likely surprising everyone, Luca moved himself to be directly in front of Britney. [color=c6e100]Decay her.[/color] Far enough in front his aura didn’t touch her, but still obviously placing himself between 8th Street and her. [color=c6e100]Rot them to their bones.[/color] He held his bare hands out in front of him. [color=6B8E23]”Carol! I know you hate Britney- I understand. She ruined our lives… but killing her won’t fix that!”[/color] Luca shouted, coughing as soon as he raised his voice. He could feel the Rot inside of his mind, pushing at him to just give in. [color=c6e100]Destroy them.[/color] He didn’t want to hurt anyone. [color=c6e100]Betray them, kill her.[/color] They could still talk their way out of this. There had to be a way to get out of this without hurting anyone- [color=c6e100]just turn them all to dust.[/color] [color=6B8E23]”She can help fix you. She can probably help us all, but none of us asked! Killing her won’t change things- because Emily’s not going to help you! So please, don’t do this. I don’t want to fight any of you.”[/color] He then turned his head to look at Britney, brown eyes growing mournful even as his smile remained. Seeing her still hurt, it brought up all of those feelings he’d processed and moved on from. The things that held him back from living his remaining years in peace. But he’d accepted his own fate. [color=c6e100]Coward.[/color] He wasn’t going to watch someone else lose their life. A life for a life just ended with them both dead. Luca lowered his voice, speaking to Britney for the first time in ten years. [color=6B8E23]”You should run.”[/color]