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Poppy


"To Freedom-resu..."

Poppy reluctantly replied. The tavern roared in unison, drowning her out by orders of magnitude. Poppy meekly held her thimble of mead aloft, barely higher her brow, and gazed up at the sorry company she'd found herself with. She glugged her drink with everyone else, to help take the edge off this miserable set back, and sat back down on the door wedge she'd rescued. She studied the faces around her; mostly tired, battleworn mugs, many of whom seemed to be sussing each other out as well. Some eyes were filled with the fires of vengeance, others lost and a couple completely illegible. She didn't know much about them except they were Sea Reavers, they could be trusted and must have been thinking the same thing she was.

Imagine forgetting your bloomin' hat...

She knew where her hat was at all times. At the moment it was off for the stealth bonus, nobody would recognise famous pirate of infamy, Poppy, without her signature hat, making blending in with the locals seemless. Currently, it was up in the rafters with Pi-po who, after dodging the broom a few times, had made peace with the barmaid by tending to her exotic pet collection. He was content enough reloading himself for the next phase in Maggie's masterplan. Her tricorne would be safe up there until it was time for the Sea Reavers to make their presense known, a moment Poppy was very much looking forward to.

A cloaked man descended on the table, heads turned to assess his intentions. Poppy's instincts kicked in immediately and bolted for the nearest tankard, hat or no hat she was still a Tontattan. Safely out of view she could eavesdrop in determine his threat level, strategise and then call in the bird strike.

"It's good to see you."

As it turned out he was pretty friendly, his voice had a strange, familiar quality to it, and the other Sea Reavers seemed pretty accepting of him. Tactical bird combat wouldn't be required, this time. Poppy poked her head out from behind the drink to get a better look at the man but this didn't help as his disguise was impeccable. Perhaps speechcraft was the answer. Convinced it was safe, she stepped out of the shadow of the beer stein and back towards her makeshift stool.

"It's good to see you're safe too,"

she said as she smiled, even if she wasn't entirely sure who "you" was, it was reassuring to find more allies so deep in enemy territory.

"Any word from the Captain-resu?"
CS finished!

Interested! WIP, got the important bits fleshed out (I think) just need to nail down some specifics.

Gwyndolyn


"Well, ghosts, but yeah."

"They don't talk or anything, or if they do, I can't hear it, so it's not like I'm getting anything useful out of it. It's just... spooky."
redraider1


Huh, Gwyndolyn mused, spooky indeed. She tried to imagine what it would be like to be actually haunted by silent mouthing watchers. She conjured a pale figure dressed in white in her mind, pining hopelessly, silently, for succor, to be guided to rest but to no avail. Gwyn shivered. Perhaps it was best she just burned things fast. It was nice though to meet people who'd also experienced unexplained phenomena, she was hoping they'd share their little adventures so far, what they'd learnt, what they'd found and hoping the Benefactor could, at the very least contextualise this and at very most explain why we'd been torn from our very normal lives.

Then it happened. Gwyndolyn, buffeted by the force, was struck to her knees. From her new position she could barely believe what was happening. Granted, ghosts are real and portals are real but watching the tree replant itself and bloom was... Don't get me wrong, the house repairing was impressive but fixing the broken glass, stitching the wood planks together again couldn't hold a candle to the spectacle of the tree undying. It was like it had never suffered whatever misfortune struck it in the first place. The flow of the loose branches knitting themselves back to the trunk, the scattered leaves, first uncrumbling from dust, moistening and returning to their rightful position only to explode into colour again was, for lack of a better word, magical.

What had just happened?

Four of the group had been scooped up and withdrawn against their will (she imagined) into the house, leaving her with Colene Sear, The Californian and a handful of others who'd had the good sense to hang back. The poor guy closest to getting in looked like the large door had whipped out at him, tossing him at the railing before tossing him into the air and throwing him inside. Gwyndolyn struggled off her knees and gave the others the We're going to find out what happened to them, right? look before carefully approaching the manor to check if Sally could see the guy who was also flung into the railing yet.
No sooner than she had turned up and nervously shuffled into the group accumilating in front of the Manor SOMEONE FREAKING PORTALED IN LIKE IT WAS FREAKING NOTHING!.

CREATURES!
HUNTERS!
DANGER!

The letter was all real. Had to be now. It was the only explanation. Other people could do magic, and it was different to hers. More impressive too, not that this was a contest. And congregated here, where the letter said too. Her heart and mind were still racing, locked into fight or flight mode, what could the others do? How long had they been studying? What had they found before they turned up? Did they all get the exact same letter?

Stop. Slow down. Release the grip before someone gets hurt. No one else seems quite as worried about all this. Breathe. But wow... This is what she'd been looking for, all this time. Hours in libraries and Museums, here in the states and abroad, even the smallest clue that someone could do anything that defied natural law like she exerienced. Nothing but fakes and frauds, people desperate for attention and money, drowning out anyone who might have had an actual talent. But not today. Freaking portals, dude. She sighed with relief, finally some answers. Her facial expression softened from nervous with fear to nervous with excitement. Now that the danger was over for now, maybe she could play it a little more cool-ly than she had been.

Pushing her glasses back up her nose, she retrieved her letter from her pocket, careful not to also retreive the other thing. She smiled at Sally.

"So, you all got the weird, creepy letter too? I'm Sally. Sally Jenkins. I-"
"I see dead people."


"Yeah, bizarre huh? I couldn't sleep, thought I was going to get abducted, sold at auction to the highest bidder like a prize heifer at a cattle market and made someone's seventeenth wife, if I was lucky. Gwyndolyn, by the way."

Hold up. Portals are real. She wasn't joking. Gwyndolyn was facinated.

"You really see dead people?"

The day before

Gwyn, set the letter down, trembling slightly. A shakey hand removed her glasses to clean them on the bottom of her pyjamas. The candle light flickered, swaying in rhythm with her deep breathing.

Nope, it really did say all that.

It had to be a prank, an eloborate ruse. Somebody caught wind of her enquiries, her odd behaviours and habits, her witchy inclanations and put together a little story, strange and vague enough to push the buttons, forcing her to investigate further. The destination wasn't even that far, deep enough in the forest to have a good laugh at her when she turned up for her invite only occult party, but not far enough she'd have to wait for a convienent time to make the trip and not enough to set them back should they need to fund a taxi all the way upstate. If we were to assume it was just a joke at her expense, was there anything she had over looked? No date was given so if she just tucked the note and card away in a drawer and forgot about it for a few months, they'd have have to camp out for an eternity, at which point, who was getting the last laugh then? And the name of the card could be easily explained, you can order them with all sorts of silly customisations on these days, she'd done it herself, and as long as she wasn't buying an expensive watch or a plane ticket, who'd question the name?

It had to be a prank because the alternative wasn't worth thinking about.

Creatures.
Hunters.
Danger.

The mere thought quickened the heart. Believing this meant believing her quirky candle experiments, her flashing of ordinary A4 and her enhanced fireworks weren't a toy to be played with, but a martial art she'd learn to defend herself with. It meant being thrust into a conflict she wanted no part of, had no stake in, but was inextricably linked to just because of her unusual affinity with fire. She could feel her heartbeat in her mind, thumping, interrupting thought. Throat dry, mind swirling, trying to map out the situation in just her head was beginning to fail her. She flipped the note and grabbed a pen.

| Go | Stay
__________________________________________
The Letter | Tutored Magic | Not Tutored Magic
Is Real | Fight Badguys | Die
__________________________________________
The Letter | Laughed at | Nothing
Isn't Real | Abducted |

Abducted. Where did that come from? Was that a real concern? Someone targeting her specifically would likely use danger and magic to draw her in. But could they afford to stake out the location for long? Probably. Unlike a simple joke it might be worth it to them as long as she got caught. But who? Why? And how would she mitigate the danger? It was all getting too much and there was still one last variable to check. She got up from her desk slowly, careful not to pass out and showered, trying to calm herself and failing miserably.

Life had been a blur for the last hour but she found herself infront of an ATM in the dead of night, staring at the balance. Since opening the letter the world had a dream like quality, real but not quite real. Now she was sure it was the world that wasn't real. This was elope to a foreign land and live like a queen for months kind of money. No abductor and certainly no prankster would dare risk this much, you'd barely break even. Gwyndolin ejected the card, withdrawing nothing.

Jesus.

Guess she was getting ready to meet her generous benefactor. But for now, bed.

Today

Despite that her faith in the letter had been bolstered late last night, Gwyndolin was still nervous as hell. Something about being confined to the back of a taxi didn't make her better either. When she closed her eyes it was difficult to distinguish between the beating of her heart and the rhythmic pounding coming from the engine. It was the longest 20 minute journey of her life, and it wasn't going to get any easier after she stepped out of the taxi.

Not knowing if she was about to step into a trap or start the long journey of progressing her ability and forging herself into battle ready witch was beginning to make her sick. She pulled out the letter from the front pocket of her Supreme Hoodie, reviewing her notes from last night. Yup, just as crazy as she remember them being. Imagine a list of demands that started with "Show me magic". Lost in thought, in contingency planning, the time passed faster, for better or for worse, and eventually the car came to a halt.

"This is as far as I can take you, little miss, you take care now."

"..."

"Thanks"

She collected her stuff from the boot and stood watching as the taxi disappeared. It wasn't too late to back out now. She could leave, nothing would come of it, nothing except never knowing if she was truly safe. She breathed deep. C'mon Gwyndolin, you can do this. She left the suitcase on the grassy verge, the noise it made rolling on tarmac would be too much to bare right now and she could always come back to collect it. She slipped her hands into the pocket, the firepower she was weilding wasn't particularly comforting. Tightening her grip, she walked nervously up to the congregation. It was do or die time.

"You got it too." Gwyndolin stated. It was a question, a question she hoped they'd answer in the affirmative, because if they didn't....

Well, lets not worry about that right this second.

This better work this time :D

Edit: Kinda


@VarionusNW , So it does lol, amazing that we only really read what we want to read.

If I have to lose spells for now it'll definitely be cauter but I'm split between Luminosis and Ignis, Ignis obviously more useful for fighting, Luminosis I think would be a better starting place.
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