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Dakota nodded in response to Iris. [color=SkyBlue]"Right, well, we might not have seen it, but we're going to see it very soon. Unless, I mean, we aren't. Then we won't be seeing it soon. Ooh, imagine if the wellspring was just a scam the whole time? That would be cool."[/color] Dakota smiled thoughtfully as she watched Iris remove a black book, like some type of sketchbook, and began to write in it enthusiastically sketch in it. Dakota was tempted to peak into the book and see what Iris was writing about, but she knew that it was really none of her business (Dakota would hate to accidentally stumble upon her diary), so she instead sat down next to Iris on the porch step, looking ahead absent-mindedly as Astro scuttled down from her shoulder, running down her arm and then leg before curling up and nesting on top of Dakota's sneakers. Dakota smiled as Astro curled up there, and she subconsciously leaned over, her shoulder up against Iris, and she felt her head start to lean towards her direction before she snapped awake as another witch approached them.

She was an electrifying young woman, with stark black hair and a rather pretty look about her, determination in her stance. Dakota grinned. She had good vibes from her. [color=SkyBlue]"Right! This is the coven house. We're meeting here in a few,"[/color] Dakota explained while simultaneously distancing herself a few inches from Iris. Personal space was important. [color=SkyBlue]"I don't fully remember seeing you around? I'm Dakota Lawson. Or Kota."[/color] Dakota stood from the porch step, extending her hand towards the newcoming witch. [color=SkyBlue]"You made it just in time! We were just about to meet, and I think we're going to the wellspring soon? It's gonna be great!"[/color] Dakota bounced eagerly on her feet as she made her way down the steps. [color=SkyBlue]"By the way, you have, like, really nice eyes. They're so cool. All blue and stuff."[/color] She smiled genuinely at this compliment as she walked down to greet the new witch.  [color=SkyBlue]"Oh, gosh, I can't wait for this initiation...gonna be so cool."[/color]

[sub][color=SkyBlue]Speaks to:[/color] [color=9600ff]Iris Aderast[/color] [color=cyan]Isolde Morden[/color] [@Blizz]
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Unbeknownst to most, Jean-Luc was in attendance the entire time. He had gotten to the gathering hours in advance, ate as soon as the food was put out, and then promptly found a nice spot to shelter in. That spot was a tall tree near the Coven House, and Jean-Luc had promptly nestled himself inside a nice space between two thick branches, resting his back against one branch and his legs against the other. He had heard two of the other girls, Dakota and Calypso, planning to scale the tree, but Jean-Luc paid them no mind. He simply continued to stare at the book in his hands, reading, as he sat comfortably in the tree. His clothes, admittedly, were not made for tree-scaling and the like. He was dressed to impress, wearing a dark navy button-down shirt and similarly-colored slacks, a leather belt with a golden skull buckle wrapped around his waist, a pair of brown loafers on his feet. It was surprising he was even able to scale the tree in the first place with such unathletic footwear, but Jean-Luc had his ways. Lastly, in his hands, was a thick, hard-covered book. It looked vintage, with a beaten black leather cover wrapped with a silky gray ribbon that hung from the cover, used to keep the book shut. A deep scarlet skull and crossbones was drawn onto the front cover, and a coat-of-arms with two tropical birds and a hibiscus engraved on the back. These were not just decorative elements, they were curses that were woven onto the book. The thick book was a collection of both Jean-Luc's various curses and personal thoughts, in essence a goldmine to his thought processes, and so he made sure the book was protected. Anybody that tried to open the book that was not authorized to do so would have...[i]bad[/i] things happen to them.

Jean-Luc leafed through some of the pages, reading with focus, as he sat in the tree. The pages were worn and crammed with ink, Jean-Luc's scrawling handwriting filling nearly every inch of free space on the page. Jean-Luc was currently reading through a very interesting bit he had written about a special type of curse when he heard Sister Deborah speaking, immediately closing the book and looking over. So the game was finally afoot...

Jean-Luc hopped down from the tree a few moments later, with the two girls that were once planning on scaling the tree now gone. They must have found better things to do, then. It was for the best- had they gotten to the top, Jean-Luc would've certainly sent them tumbling back down. Dedication clear in his eyes, he made his way across the lawn towards the Coven House, his grimoire/diary clenched firmly in his right hand. His goal was to become a witch, and this was the day, the time, that his dream would be fulfilled. Though his unmoving features did not show it, ecstasy filled his body. He was ready. 

[color=DarkMagenta]"Li se tan..."[/color]

[sub][color=DarkMagenta]Speaks to:[/color] Himself lol
[color=DarkMagenta]Mentions:[/color] [color=e9dd25]Calypso Barnes[/color] [@canaryrose], [color=SkyBlue]Dakota Lawson [@Hitman][/color]
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