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

Aryin did not need much more than what Linqian gave her to understand that she’d much rather spend her time back with those who made the first coven so special.  She turned on her heel and followed Linqian, turning her back on the shit show that was developing outside the house.  She did not remember Luna well, but what she did was bad news.  Poaching members to join a literal mafia as kids.  Kids!  What use were kids in a mafia?  Sure, they all had one power or another but that did not explain why they would enlist literal children into their evil fucking schemes.  Aryin hoped that Drake, and Stormy, would be able to take care of her.  She did not remember Luna’s power but she knew Drake well, and she knew that Drake was more than capable of taking care of a little problem like that.  Aryin did wish she could join the fight but they were at this house for a reason, and that reason trumped her desire to cave in a traitor's skull.  

[color=00BFFF]”Thanks,”[/color] Aryin whispered to Linqian as she rushed to her side, before she punched her in the shoulder, [color=00BFFF]”what a fucking shit show already.  Have all the meetings been like this?”[/color]  

Aryin followed Linqian’s lead down to the basement.  It seemed the group was finally on the cusp of finding yet another clue.  Despite their idiotic nature, the coven was at least good enough at following a trail.  Ken had some pocket dimension stuff going on that was over Aryin’s paygrade, and mental load.  Sure, the dimension hoppers were a vital part of the coven’s strength but it was still very hard for Aryin to wrap their head around the idea of other dimensions and just how accessible they were.  If Aryin had a power like that they would end up being much more of a liability than an asset.  She much preferred her own power, a power to be her true self whenever she wanted and a power that allowed her to fight side by side with the most important people to her in the coven.  

Ken’s sudden outburst pulled her mind from her thoughts and she started to pay attention again.  Okay, so Aryin could tell that Ken was emotional.  Cool, that was good.  From what he was saying it sounds like someone took her diaries, and other notes, from a place only Kari and Ken truly knew about.  That was suspicious.  Aryin looked to Linqian with a questioning look.  How would anyone know to look into a specifically placed pocket dimension for a very specific object, if they did not already know that the objects were already there?  Still, Aryin tried to push the thought from her mind.  Ken was in a rough spot at the discovery of the missing items.  She could voice her concerns later to the group.  Yet the more she held her tongue the more she felt the urge to blurt out her suspicions.  Aryin needed to get her thoughts out of her mind, and who better than her good friend Linqian?  Aryin punched her in he shoulder again, before she motioned for Linqian to follow her to a wall away from the vast majority of the group.

[color=00BFFF]”Linqian,”[/color] Aryin whispered softly enough that only her friend should be able to hear, [color=00BFFF]”how would Father Wolf know where to find those items?  Unless,”[/color] Aryin eyes flashed wide as she shot them back to Ken, [color=00BFFF]”unless they knew where they were to start with.  What if Kari has something to do with our murders?”[/color]

Aryin took a quick look at Ken and the group before she watched Sloane leave the basement.  Would Kari be capable of such a thing?  Kari was always one of the kindest members of the Coven, and falling to these lows felt out of character for the young girl she remembers from a decade prior.  Yet the more she thought about it the more it made sense.  Why would Kari’s body be swapped if not to throw them off her trail?  Why would Father Wolf know how to access Ken’s hidden trove unless they knew from the start?  It was way too soon for Aryin to begin to attempt a theory as to why, but as the seconds passed she began to suspect that this house might not be so safe for the group.  

[color=00BFFF]”Linqian, I am getting a bad feeling about all of this.  What if that vision we just had was a [i][b]warning[/b][/i], like what if your former friend was not who you thought they were, and what if coming to this house was a dangerous fucking move?  What if our former friend was hiding more than just joining 8th Street?  I was never good at this shit, the investigations and planning, but do I sound crazy or does this make sense?[/color]