[center][img]https://imgur.com/LaKV12v.png[/img] [img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/renderfont4/z8xjG/eyJyIjoiZnMiLCJoIjoxODMsInciOjI4MTMsImZzIjo2NSwiZmdjIjoiI0ZFRkVGRSIsImJnYyI6IiMwMDAwMDAiLCJ0IjoxfQ/QWlzbGluIFJvc2U/darlington-demo.png[/img][/center] [hr][hr][center][hider=Crywolf - Akureyri][youtube]https://youtu.be/QkGpClqYxt4?si=P27l52dCKK5GaV6d[/youtube][/hider][/center][hr][hr] [color=gray][h3]November 2nd, Day[/h3] [i]317 Building, Aislin's Office[/i][/color] [sub][b]Mentions:[/b] Sully ([@Atrophy]), George ([@Punished GN]) [b]Direct Dialogue:[/b] None.[/sub] [hr] Aislin stared across from her typewriter. The ink pressed into the page hadn't changed for the past hour. Her thoughts were elsewhere from her poetry tasks of the day. Far, far away. How Adora looked better than she had. How seeing the coven in action was like opening a Christmas present. How trying to save Aryin near nullified the pain in her shoulder. She didn't regret a thing. Yes, she'd gotten it checked out. Yes, there was a fracture. But she knew there'd be a meeting soon. She'd meet everyone again officially. If she was lucky, Sully would be there. Good ole’ Sully. Maybe he'd let her drink from the Chalice, like the old days. Her expression soured as she recalled how George bullied her. [i]Just like the good old days.[/i] Then her expression went grim. If she hadn't ran when she did, she may have walked away with a lot more than a fractured collarbone. She had to count her blessings, here. With a sigh, Aislin turned in her leather chair and eyed the waste paper basket. It was filled with scrapped ideas and balled up drafts. As her eyes stayed on it, she willed life into the papers, where they formed together to create a paper and ink cat. It leapt out of the basket, onto the table, before it circled its tail a couple times before pushing itself into Aislin's arms. She gave the paper cat a few absent-minded strokes, feeling the smile return to her face. [b]“Tomorrow's a big day, kitty.”[/b] She said sweetly, giving the kitty scratches under the chin. Her eyes turned upward. Was she ready to dive back into the past, back into [i]that world[/i] again? [hr] [color=gray][h3]November 3rd[/h3] [i]Kari's House[/i][/color] [sub][b]Mentions:[/b] Everyone present. [b]Direct Dialogue:[/b] Adora, Britney ([@Punished GN)], Sully ([@Atrophy])[/sub] [hr] Aislin had the dye out of her hair that day, so she was back to her regular self, minus the sling one of her arms was in. She wore a T-shirt and leggings. She was quite proud of this, as it took her over an hour to get dressed due to the severe pain in her collar bone. A thick sweater draped around her shoulders, the first button fastened so it wouldn't slip. She had driven herself, though driving one-handed on the steering wheel wasn't what she called the most pleasant time. It was like stepping into Neverland, where kids never grow up, as she walked up the pathway to Kari's house. She picked out Ken on the roof, Adora and Auri, Layla, and Drake right away. Since Adora was the one she had seen most recently, Aislin found her steps naturally leading to the woman. [b]“Adooooraaa!” [/b]She smiled enthusiastically, giving the girl a half-hug, trying to keep her injured shoulder free from jostling. Her eyes glanced sideways as she took a step back, narrowing at Britney. Her voice was low and terse.[b] “...Britney.”[/b] Her expression softened as Auri mentioned yet another coven member had passed. But before she could speak again, a sharp sound broke through the group. [h3][i][b]BANG![/b][/i] The door was open. Britney was giving Sloane hell. But entering and trespassing Kari's old home was second in her mind. She had caught sight of Sully's large frame, and the glint of the Chalice. Sully had healed her before during the Stygian Snake fights. Would he heal her again, after so much time had passed? Would he even recognize her? She walked up and tapped his arm, a hopeful smile on her face. [b]“Suuullyyyy, long time no see. Do you uh, recognize me? Adora took a second the other day.” [/b]She giggled before gesturing to her shoulder and sling. [b]“Uh. I could, uh, use some help. I uhhh, got into a bit of trouble the other day.”[/b] [hr] [center] [img]https://imgur.com/a/KAhuTVc.jpeg[/img] [img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/renderfont4/ywLOY/eyJyIjoiZnMiLCJoIjoxODMsInciOjI4MTMsImZzIjo2NSwiZmdjIjoiI0JDQkNCQyIsImJnYyI6IiMwMDAwMDAiLCJ0IjoxfQ/VHN1a2lubyAoTHVuYSkgSW5vdWU/playfair-display-regular.png[/img][/center] [color=gray][i]Near Kari's House[/i][/color] [sub][b]Mentions:[/b] Ken ([@AtomicEmperor], Sloane ([@Atrophy]), Amara ([@Blizz]), Anya ([@FernStone]) [b]Direct Dialogue:[/b] None.[/sub] [hr][hr][center][hider=Prismo - Ignite][youtube]https://youtu.be/nPMjsK2yI88?si=GcjuGcDQMU9mV3E3[/youtube][/hider][/center][hr][hr] It was quiet in the woods surrounding Kari's home. One could even give into the assumption that they were devoid of life, save for a few woodland critters. However, that was further from the truth. Sitting atop the bushy branches of the thick spruce trees, carefully obscured from the coven members below, a girl with moonlit hair and dark clothes spied. Her binoculars rested on her nose, studying with a practiced precision that few could compete. There was a dull [i]bang[/i] as Luna watched Sloane bust the door open. The corner of her lip crinkled up. [i]Good old Sloane.[/i] Her vision shifted to the group that was forming. A few stood out to her, namely Ken, Amara, and Anya. [i]“The samurai, right?” [/i]A clear, deep voice spoke in her voice, with a warm rasp only brought on by chronic smoking. It was none other than the White Suit, observing behind her eyes. [color=bcbcbc][i]“Essentially. Though I'd doubt he sit down and commit sepuku for his sins like the old days.”[/i][/color] [I]“He's powerful. He has little ties to the coven - too much in his head. Could be swung over to the Nirvana.”[/i] [color=bcbcbc][i]“No. He's lost in the past. Tied to the dead. [i]That[/i] ties him to the coven. Would be difficult without killing those close to him.”[/i][/color] Her gaze shifted to Amara. The lost flock, finally come home. Luna pressed the binoculars a bit closer to her face, watching closely. [i]“She's a haze. No clear identity of herself.”[/i] [color=bcbcbc][i]“She knows herself well enough, but it's a train running out of rails.”[/i][/color] [i]“Unreliable?”[/i] [color=bcbcbc][i]“She is adrift. Her honour would prevent her, but even if we [/i]did[i] bring her to Nirvana, she could forget it all.”[/i][/color] [i]“Ah.”[/i] Last but not least, Luna focused in on Anya. It was unclear what the girl was saying at the moment, but with how her body was half pointed towards Auri, half towards the group, and given what Luna knew of her, Anya was up to her antics again. [i]“This one might actually taste Nirvana.”[/i] [color=bcbcbc][i]“She desires power. To one-up her peers. Willing to make sacrifices if it means she has the influence she wants.”[/i][/color] [i]“Shall we approach her?”[/i] [color=bcbcbc][i]“We shall. But for now, we watch.”[/i][/color] Then her gaze shifted to Layla. She hadn't said a word to the girl since she had ‘requested’ her ghost during the Halloween Festival. Mother Cards was busy dealing with family business to sit down with Layla again. The girl had been left to her own devices, and from Luna could see, the girl seemed… [i]off[/i]. Luna sighed and shifted her gaze back to the door, staring intently. [i]What did the coven have to show her today?[/i]