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[right][code] A clusterfuck[/code][/right]

[color=00BFFF]”I see things never changed,”[/color] Aryin sighed as she spotted the aftermath of Sloane’s forceful entry to Kari’s house.  Though it did surprise Aryin that it was Sloane.  She was not surprised that someone blew open the door, but she would’ve thought someone like Drake or Linqian would be the culprit.  Aryin turned her eyes to Linqian as she patted her shoulder and smiled.  [color=00BFFF]” If you need backup, let me know.  And I’ll hold you to that drink!”[/color]

Aryin knew there were a few other people she’d like to talk to now that she was back.  Her eyes drifted back to Drake, she chuckled as she once again caught the bouquet of flowers.  What a guy.  Drake was someone that Aryin looked up to.  They fought the good fight together for many years, and they were back in the thick of another mystery.  Aryin shifted her eyes towards the open door.  Sloane was another person that Aryin would like to touch base with.  While the two were never truly close, she was the one who helped keep this city safe and at minimum Aryin wanted to restart that professional relationship.   That’s when she spotted Sully holding Aislin and Aislin regaling him with a tale of her flight into the brick wall.  Aryin quickly closed the distance and tapped Sully on the shoulder.

[color=00BFFF]”Hey big guy,”[/color] Aryin looked over to Aislin and gave her a little wave, [color=00BFFF]” don’t suppose you can hook me up with some healing juice and a story about how you’ve been?  You were so brave for coming to my defense, Aislin.  I could’ve taken him out if he didn’t throw me back to the city from the island.”[/color]. As Aryin paused she swapped back and took his shirt off, revealing the massive bruises on his chest and back.  He put his shirt back on and swapped back up.  [color=00BFFF]”George is very strong..”[/color]

Aryin spotted Drake heading towards [i]something[/i] ready for a fight and Aryin was about to back them up when a most peculiar memory flooded their mind.

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[right][code] A place that I used to know[/code]
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[color=F08080]“What a bitch,”[/color] Lynn spoke in a tone that everyone could hear as aggressive as the door flung open.  However the comment was not directed towards Sloane, despite Sloane being a righteous cunt.  No, no that comment was directed towards someone who was doing something far worse than destroying the home of her ex.  Her eyes watched with an angry intensity as Linqian took a breathe.  How dare she breathe the same air that Lynn might want to breathe later.  Lynn rested there, anger building in her eyes, before she truly realized what Sloane had done.  

[color=F08080]“That cunt,”[/color] Lynn whispered as she darted her eyes back to the hiding spot for the key.  If she had just waited a minute she would’ve grabbed the key and spared the door from the relentless assault.  Lynn closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, exhaled, took in another deep breath, exhaled, and found a rhythm through the breaths.  [i][b] In two three four - out two three four[/b][/i] she repeated the phrase in her head several times before she smiled.  That was a better reaction.  The smile was short lived as a realization sank in.  She was about to be back inside Kari’s house, trying to figure out what exactly happened to her former love, and there was a non-zero chance that she might still be alive.  A second later she experienced the most vivid dream, another one of those vision ones.  This one was even more impactful than the previous ones.  This one involved Kari.  Lynn knew that she had to go to the future to do everything she could to figure this out.

[color=F08080]“Listen, I’m going to go in there.  I’m not going to get involved with any of those fucks but I want to do my part to see if I can help,”[/color] Lynn said as she exhaled and started to walk towards the door.  A few moments later she maneuvered through the crowd and found her way to Kari’s old bedroom.  It looked like she remembered it, prompting Lynn to exhale as she crossed the room to the bed.  She sat down, facing the door and took a deep breathe.  A second later she was in the first of many possible futures and was dead to the world around her.

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Lila looked over the assembled masses and her eyes were filled with an anger that was more potent than any before it.  On her phone’s screen was a text from her grandma letting her know she was going to be discharged that day.  She was fine now, but the news of the break in and the damage caused had put her in the hospital, and Lila had spent three past few days sitting on that feeling of powerlessness, that feeling of someone destroying her sanctuary and her grandmas stuff.  She did not know who exactly did it all, at least not yet, but she did know that it was not father wolf.  It was some fucker in the 8th street who was going to tell her exactly who told them to do it while she slowly peel away their skin.  And then, a memory hit that’s was more real than any other before it.  And it seems that everyone had it as well.

[color=DA70D6]“Luca I’m really glad you’re no longer with that group,”[/color] Lila scoffed as she shook her head, [color=DA70D6]“i don’t know what they were like before but I can’t stand that a transphobic, house destroying cunt like Emily is allowed free reign in my city.  If it were up to me,”[/color]  Lila paused as the image of her claws deep within the throat of Emily filled her mind as a wicked smile threatened to cross her face, [color=DA70D6]“she’d have her coven disbanded and sent to some PRA research facility to study her twisted brain in a safe place.”[/color]. Lila meant in a therapy sense but if they cut hers out and studied it that way that would not be the worst thing.  Transphobia was one thing, but having someone nearly destroy her house and threaten her directly was another thing all together.  

Lila turned her attention to her crows at the thought.  The 8th street would be looking for her based on the threat that was left behind, and Lila did not want to be caught off guard.  She sent a command to the whole murder.  Spread out, stay hidden in the trees and on the roofs, and watch for any signs of the 8th street.  If they were to see them coming they would raise a massive stink, alerting not only Lila but the rest of the coven as well.  The murder took off at once and the area was filled with the thunderous sound of flapping wings and caws.

[color=DA70D6]“I’m glad you saw reason Luca, it’s been really nice becoming your friend again,”[/color] Lila finished with a genuine smile.

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[color=98FB98]“I agree,”[/color] Jasper said as he eyed up Luca, [color=98FB98]“it has been really nice.”[/color]. He looked at the kid and leaned back.  Something felt off about him but Jasper could not place exactly what was causing that feeling.  Maybe it was the fact that a literal kid was shot, and lived, or was it the fact that he seemed to pop up a lot more often than he would suspect a kid would.  Where were his parents?  Did they know he was out trying to avenge his family member or were they worried about him?  And what exactly was his abstraction?  [color=98FB98]“I’m Jasper, by the way.  The one girl who just left was Lynn, and that is Lila.  I won’t speak for them but I was not exactly close with Ashley, but I am sorry for your loss.  If you need anything at all let me know.”[/color]

Jasper returned to his painting.  He was still working on the knight but was adding a fun little twist to the usual design.  Instead of the long two-handed sword Jasper was painting in his fury.  The two handed hammer of war was given special intention, to break and destroy anything it faced, while his knight was focused on speed, agility, and smarts.  If a fight were to break out his knight would dance around whoever dared face it, keeping itself safe while waiting for their moment to strike.  He was nearly finished with the painting when he stopped suddenly and grabbed a fresh canvas.  He wanted options in case a fight were to happen, his eyes nervously looking towards Drake.  And no option was as flexible as the Ranger.  He wondered if he could give the Ranger the magnum, but decided that his usual armament of exploding arrows would be sufficient.