[i][/i][center][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/iasHidX.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/DP7VoTG.png[/img][/center][right][b][code]The Vanburen Estate - The Bar.[/code][/b][/right][hr] [color=coral]"So, it's a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation, isn't it? Never liked those."[/color] Sabrina softly answered (without sighing this time) as she stared into James's collection of liquor. Right now she could use a drink or two but Georgie's words reverberated in her head. She was going to help herself to a bit of liquor and weed after all of this blows over... she couldn't believe herself but she was honestly considering going into the fray with the cult. She never had any experience fighting (and she was comfortable keeping it that way) nor did she have a powerful abstraction - she was certain that their little supernatural experts would just laugh at her if she said that she created clothes. However, they had to stick together, no matter what even if siblings like Trisha abhorred them for reasons that were honestly out of their control. [color=coral]"But whatever we go with, I will be there... even if I can't do a whole lot other than weave a sweater."[/color] Sabrina chuckled and her mood seemed to change just slightly... though she grimaced a bit before she added on. [color=coral]"... But maybe let's [i]try[/i] to talk them out of something stupid, 'kay?"[/color] [i][/i][center][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/7Sn15va.png[/img][/center][right][b][code]The Wiccan's "Lair" - Aka the Sunrise Resort.[/code][/b][/right][hr] Deep within the woods of eastern Araminta lied a peculiar place: The Sunrises Resort. Araminta was probably the [i]last[/i] place between locations like Lancaster and Philadelphia to attract tourism - well unless they had a fetish for train tracks and heroin addicts. Naturally, the place crashed and burned and became another den for the homeless that was only run out by the occasional sheriff. However, recently a new lot moved into the place and ran out all the degenerates... another group of degenerates. Ever since [i]they[/i] moved in, not even the bravest homeless dared come close to the Sunrise. There were reports of the damned place being haunted or Wiccans worshipping Satan there... which wasn't all that wrong. Whenever people were seen heading to that place, they were left alone even by the most vicious animals (perhaps they knew they weren't an easy target as they looked). There were some very strange things going on there, and not a soul dared to witness it in fear of losing their lives in the process. Every other night there was a fire lit there, one that's glow couldn't pierce the treeline but one that carried the weight of something wrong. It was possibly more concerning the nights in which it [i]wasn't[/i] there. The individuals that made up the Wiccan cult moved their way through the forest before the sun went down, and when it finally began the fire lit again. That unnerving presence scared away anyone that was nearby as they all assembled in the lobby. Members of the cult formed a circle around the fire, in front of the said fire was an innocent-looking white billygoat with a beard and it was chained to the wall by a chain that seemed to be rusted by blood. The leader of the cult, Morgana, - the one wearing the red robe and the deer skull mask on - walked from behind holding a black cloth with a [url=https://i.imgur.com/OZh8DbR.jpg]ceremonial jeweled knife[/url] on top of it. She marched towards the goat and handed the cloth off to Thea and grabbed onto the sacrificial weapon. She unsheathed it with a satisfying sound as she stepped towards the animal chosen as a sacrifice. The red-haired cult leader grabbed onto the poor goat by the horn, placed her blade to its throat. She didn't even waste any time before she slashed its throat and sprayed its blood all over the ground as it loudly cried out in pain. Before it expired and fell over onto the ground, Morgana knelt and gestured for two members of the Wiccans to come along and they helped roll the goat onto its back. Morgana raised the knife high up into the air and brought it down on the dead goat's chest area... she cut the thing open like it was a turkey until she laid her eyes on the goal: its heart. Using the knife she cut the arteries she detached the thing - before she stood straight up and faced the fire. She brought the oozing heart to her chest and whispered the prayer... [i]"Maiden of the waxing Moon, Mother of the full Moon, and the Crone of the waning Moon. Cursed be those that oppose your infinite beauty and wisdom and bless us with power and knowledge of your own. We, as your faithful servants, offer this sacrifice to you on this cold night and hope that you may access-"[/i] Her prayer was interrupted by the door loudly creaking open and Morgana paused in utter shock as she immediately turned on her heel. The rest of the Wiccans watched as Samantha tried to slip into the room... ... Completely nude. "God damn it, Sam!" Morgana hissed as she tossed the goat heart over her shoulder and it flew into the fire. "We were wearing robes, didn't you read the text I sent out?!" "I don't read the stupid group chat because you all are always talking about weird shit in it!" Samantha hissed back before she added on, "But, I'm tired of trying to explain the bloodstains to the cleaners every other week!" "You need to pay attention," Morgana rolled her eyes. "It's shit like [i]this[/i] why the plan failed-" "... no, the plan failed because it was fucking [i]stupid! [/i]" Penelope's obnoxiously high-pitched voice pipped up from behind her own ram skull mask. "The plan would have worked fine," Morgana answered. [i]"The plan would have worked fine,"[/i] Penelope put her hands on her hips and shook her head back and forth in an obnoxious fashion as she mocked her leader. "If they were all [i]retarded[/i], obviously not as it went tits-up the second somebody with a working brain cell walked in." "Well, I don't see you having any other better ideas, Penny." Morgana rolled her eyes. Penelope's eyes shot open as she gave Morgana an empty look and she tensed up as she said. "I had a whole fuckin' boatload of better ideas than trying to impersonate two random-ass chucklefucks and [i]hoping[/i] that they could fucking distract them long enough to find the Horned God," Penelope put both fists on her hips as she rolled her eyes and said, "Like, I don't know; maaaaaaaaaaybe have Thea honeypot her way into the bitch and grab it - they're rich as fuck and she's a tall blonde-haired white girl, it's a match made in fuckin heaven. Or, or, better yet, we could have just had Haley and Samantha sneak into the bitch and [i]just grab it[/i]. Those rich motherfuckers wouldn't know a [i]thing[/i].' Penelope snorted as she walked towards the fire and then turned her upper body back around towards Morgana, "But nooooooo, we had to go with your sister's [I]fuckin' stupid[/i] idea. At the very fuckin' least it was a better idea than [i]yours,[/i] Morgana." She rolled her eyes before she scoffed. "Yeah, I bet you still fuckin' [i]think[/i] than an upfront assault on the bitch would have worked." "Penny," Daniel tried to reason with her. "That's [i]enough[/i]." "Yeah, listen to your boyfriend, Penny," Morgana hissed, "Before you get hurt." "The boyfriend that almost wasn't here because you almost killed him," Penelope hissed at Morgana. "Like, what the fuck were you even thinking dragging him by a chain like that?" "Thea could fix him, and she did," Morgana shrugged. "And you know that Mother Theresa can't revive the dead, [i]right?[/i]" Penelope tilted her head as she looked at Thea. "Shit like this is why you're basically a shitty leader and we have people coming in naked." "Oooh, you just wish that you were that confident, Chica," Maxine teased as she slid her own mask off just to stick her tongue out at Penny. "Shut up!" Penny replied. Morgana stomped a foot on the ground. "Why don't you shut the fuck up, Penny?!" Morgana summoned the chains in her hands. "Try me, hot sauce hair," Penelope took a step forward and had a fire in one hand and water in the other. [i][h3]"ENOUGH"[/h3][/i] [hr][center][hider=Delphic - Doubt (She is Danger Remix)][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtwGbUhAnBQ[/youtube][/hider][/center][hr] An orange bolt of lightning struck the fire and sent embers flying around in all directions. When the flash (and the ringing) faded, it revealed the image of the Triple Goddess. In her strange, three-faced glory, she floated above the flames and everyone had her attention. The being's three faces hovered around her face as they scanned each member of the Wiccan cult. "Thornton Walters, Babylon the Great, the Nightmare..." The Triple Goddess listed off the three names and each face spoke in a different voice. "Three major threats that lurk here in Araminta and the whole lot of you are ready to tear at each other's throats. Disgraceful." The fire dimmed for a second as the goat heart that was charred black from the fires floated out of the flames, it was launched off to the side as the Triple Goddess said. "The Goddess rejects your offering. Because of your [i]buffoonery[/i] at the Estate, we may have lost our only window to save my brother." She closed her eyes as she said. "I can no longer sense him. They may be using a type of spell to mask his aura, but it's also possible that he's in a different universe altogether now." "Oh, Goddess, how may we remedy this?" Morgana stuck her hands out as she faced the Triple Goddess and sent the chains back to hell. "Hmph," The Triple Goddess's six eyes looked down at Morgana as she answered. "Stop acting like such a child and disgracing me or I will find another, more suitable leader." The Goddess sighed as she said, "Right now, the Vanburens are marching [i]here[/i] to confront you all, I presume...." The Triple Goddess trailed off. "How you handle this, is truly up to you, Morgana. I would suggest that you flee and come up with a strategy and find my brother - but I'm certain that you will think of [i]something[/i] to justify your position, Morgana. Good day." The Triple Goddess disappeared in another orange bolt of lightning and left the Wiccans staring at each other. "... Well, good job, dumbass we lost the skull for good, high fives all around!" Penelope clapped and put her hand up for Morgana to clap and she grit her teeth as the chains reappeared. Thea sighed in relief, but she saw the tension between the two and quickly got in between them. She had one hand up for Penelope, and another hand up for Morgana as she said, "Will you two please calm down?!" Thea shouted and played mediator between the two. "At the end of the day, we all could have done that just a little better and Penny, [i]please[/i]," Penny put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes as she braced for Thea's mother Theresa act. [i]"... You can complain all you want about how bad the plan was, you still went into it." [/i] Penelope scoffed. "So, what's the plan, boss?" Maxine asked as she placed a hand on her hip. "Please don't tell me we're gonna let these rich bastards boss us around." "Hell no," Morgana answered. "Nooo, no, no!" Penny put her hands up. "We are [i]not[/i] picking this fight." "Yeah, let's just go," Thea pleaded. "What are we getting from this fight?" Morgana summoned the chains and they cackled as they hit the ground and dragged alongside the ground as she marched towards the exit with a purpose. "We are going to please the Goddess, duh." She rolled her eyes. "If you don't want anything to do with it, then stay here. I'll handle it." [center][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/zGDBwfS.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/cxJGiFq.png[/img] [/center][right][b][code]The Edge of the Woods.[/code][/b][/right][hr] The sun was almost down, and Justin wasn't sure if that would be an advantage or not. They arrived at the quickest route to the resort, an old dirt path in the woods and a gate blocking the way. Justin knew where they were, they had a vague idea of who they were, the only question was what in God's name the Wiccans were going to do. They were an unpredictable lot, but Justin thought that it was the best idea to confront them soon as possible. He had an idea of what the Vanburens could do, and [i]hopefully,[/i] this won't go horribly wrong. Of course, hope was on short supply these days, but hey, at least they weren't fighting an eldritch abomination anymore. Justin didn't have a whole lot of faith in these rich kids, but [i]maybe[/i] they'll win by the virtue of the enemy being stupider but again they didn't have to go in blind. He turned towards the Vanburens as he said, "Alright, team, huddle." Maybe he could motivate these people. Or maybe he would be interrupted. "... Why you all look like you're ready to go to war." [hr][center][hider=Ghostpoet - Concrete Pony][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMY0W_jOo0k[/youtube][/hider][/center][hr] "The hell?" Justin immediately turned towards the voice, appearing from the treeline and he saw [url=https://i.imgur.com/Rukr3Be.jpg]a skeleton wearing a suit with demonic-looking horns on his head[/url]. He had a glass of wine in his hand and it was definitely a peculiar sight, to say the least... Justin immediately reached in his pocket for the steel balls that were clacking back and forth with each motion. "That's quite amusing," The strange individual said, "Now, don't tell me you're going to face down the Triple Goddess' cult..." "Now, mind telling me who the hell you are?" Justin asked. The individual put his hand up as he said. "Run along boy, my business is not with you," He crossed his arms over his chest as he faced down the Vanburens. "Well, are you?"