blackdragon

MAGILOCK=DRAGOKEY [Magical Girl Harem Thing]

Will do up tomorrow. She's going to carry a big ol' warhammer. Also, is super strength an acceptable power? To cause earthquakes with a slam and the like?

MAGILOCK=DRAGOKEY [Magical Girl Harem Thing]

Dibs on earth!

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Cassandra waited for Summer to say something, but the other witch kept her trap shut. Oh, fine, girl. If you want to be Little Miss Sulks-a-lot, I sure as hell ain't going to stop you. The cursewright walked off, heading back to the clearing where the rest of the new coven members were gathered. Finding herself a spot closer to the center of the action, she started setting up her bedroll. As she worked, Kate opened Isolde's spellbook... or at least tried to.

The explosion was damned impressive, and though she wasn't directly targeted, Cassandra had to avert her eyes. "Well done, Kate. I trust you've learned not to go poking around in other people's stuff?" She simply had to do something similar to her purse when she got back to the coven house. Maybe making the hands of anyone else who reached where the weren't supposed to rot off? The blonde started to brainstorm ideas for her hexes as she drifted off to sleep- not exactly the healthiest thing to be thinking of, but it got her through the night.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Rebecca sat apart from the others, but she didn't mind putting her two cents in, either. "Just be careful, Dakota. There's a saying I've heard- 'If you going looking for revenge, dig two graves first.' You've seen how powerful Summer is firsthand. Hell, she already blinded you, for crying out loud! Go to war if you want, but remember that she will, too. And she'll play to win." As she readied her sleeping bag, the redhead made sure that she was extra comfortable- she was going to need to be- and then she stepped out of her body.

It was a weird sensation, almost like wading through pudding, or something similar. She looked down at herself, her physical form stuck in a state of suspended animation. No movement, no breathing, not even any brain activity. She walked through a fallen log and plopped herself down on a stump- she was getting better at controlling when she was tangible and when she wasn't. A faint blue aura surrounded her, it always reminded her of Obi-wan in the old Star Wars movies. "If anyone wants to stay up late and chat, I wouldn't mind. I'm already asleep."

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Okay, this was ugly. And Cassandra didn’t do ugly, in more ways than one. The fight had been bad enough, but whatever hex Summer had used was too far by half. Even if it was a pretty cool bit of magic, she had to admit. It seemed Dakota was returning to normal, though, so she’d be fine. The main priority was getting to Summer, now.

Eventually, she came across the other girl, looking for all the world like a domestic abuse victim from Dakota’s haymaker. “Hey, Summer. I’ve got a spell that would work for that injury of yours. I think. It’s… it’s a variation of one of my curses, drains life force from things around you to heal. Never used it on somebody else, though. And if you don’t want me working black magic around you, I’ll understand.”

Cassandra plopped herself down on a log next to Summer. “How did you cast that hex, anyway? I mean, I know my way around spells like that, but I never saw anyone cast one that fast in my life before. I’m really impressed- you’ve got some serious game, girl. Remind me never to get on your bad side…”

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Rebecca looked at the fight breaking out with more than a little apprehension. She didn’t like fighting at the best of times, and once everybody brought magic into the picture, it could get very bad, very fast. Add in the fact of life that was teenage impulse, and well… it wasn’t entirely impossible that she could have a few new ghosts to talk to soon.

This needs to be nipped in the bud, now. We can’t have the coven turning on each other like this, especially over something so petty. Rebecca wasn’t the type to raise her voice often, so on the rare occasion she did, it was all the more memorable. With a few good breaks, she could calm everybody down, or at least “Both of you, knock it off! Summer, I really don’t think she ordered Astro to steal the bracelet, so don’t take it out on the little guy. And Kota, once you realized it wasn’t yours, you should have found out whose it was and returned it. Now, can we start being civilized about this whole thing and resolve this peacefully? Please?”

A voice came up from behind the medium. It was Cassandra, wearing a happy little grin. “I’ve got twenty bucks on Summer!” she called out to nobody in particular. Rebecca, for her part, simply buried her face deep in her hands. “What did I do to end up in this place? Kick a puppy into low-earth orbit or something?” she wondered aloud. This was going to be one heck of an interesting time. Hopefully, the fallout from all this wouldn’t be too disastrous… but she seriously doubted they’d all get that lucky.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Rebecca started to turn even paler when sleeping outside was brought up. Turns out, the coven’s pretty little princess wasn’t exactly a nature girl. “Uh… you mean with all the bugs and the dirt? O-okay, I guess.” A little shiver ran through her as she tried to get her things together for this. Whatever happened, she was going to need to spend the whole day in the shower.

“Um… If anybody wants me to, I can project out and keep watch. It’ll get my body some sleep, and make sure nothing disturbs us.” The witch blinked a few times, then went to join the other initiates. I wonder if the elders have any surprises planned for us. I wouldn’t put it past them…

Cassandra, meanwhile, was quite fine with it all. The goth sorceress needed surprisingly little to get through the night, and she was one of the first ready to go. A comfortable sleeping bag- midnight black, of course- and a particularly fluffy pillow was all she took with her.

“Well, ladies, gentlemen, and various assorted others. I think it’s about high time we got on the road.” She hoisted her duffel bag on her shoulder, not really wanting to levitate it, but she was still interested in what a better connection to nature would do to her curses. It was time to find out...

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Rebecca nodded as Sister Deborah started to herd them back towards the coven house. "Yeah... going back sounds real nice right about now." She joined the throng of new witches, still reeking of Eau de Stagnant Water and unsteady on her feet.

As she made her way back to the table, the medium started to see a few more ghosts, but something was... odd. She'd always had to focus a little bit to interact with the dead, and they were constantly fuzzy, but now, she could see them easily and clearly. Something to do with the wellspring, perhaps? Jennifer floated over, not the pale spectre she usually was, but bright and colorful, almost solid. "Wow! I could feel the magic coming off you before, but now? It's like comparing a faucet to a fire hose!"

"I know. I'm amazed by all the power. It... it might actually go to my head, you know. Not that I'm going to let it. Hopefully."

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Cassandra looked at the knife with what could only be described as dispassion. So, this is all I have to do? Easy enough, let's get this over with. The cursewright stabbed herself, then drank the blood. It felt like a hundred lightning bolts went through her body at once, as she went stiff as a board and fell blind for a few seconds.

As she got up, having toppled over backwards, she saw that her problems had been comparatively minor. Rebecca looked like one of the dead she dealt with on a regular basis, Calypso was puking up more stuff than she thought humanly possible, and the rest of the witchlings were in various states of agony and physiological mayhem. A perfect chance for me to play it all up, she thought. With a grin on her face far more suited to a six-year-old getting her first puppy than a teenager who'd just been knocked flat on her ass, she quipped "That was fun! Let's do it again! Let's do it again!"

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Blood magic. Ugh, really? At least we don't have to sign away our souls... Rebecca rolled her eyes at the idea of drinking her own blood. Sure, she'd sacrificed a drop or two to open a way to the afterlife before, but this just felt a little too macabre. And that was saying a lot for Little Miss Death Magic. She looked back at the rest of the witchlings. At her family. At her friends.

She stabbed her palm, letting a trickle of red fluid slide into the cup. "Over the lips and over the gums, look out stomach, here it comes." The redhead downed the drink in one gulp and saw... well, she wasn't sure what the hell she saw. Flames, great castles, various kinds of entities that twisted her mind. A vision of the world beyond, perhaps? Finally, after what seemed like years, she came to face down and half drowned in the lake. Sputtering, she hauled herself out of the drink, her robe absolutely ruined beyond all hope of repair by pond scum. "Um... I think that could have gone better, couldn't it?" she quipped, her face the same tomato-colored shade of her hair. But she was a witch, she was a sister, and nobody could ever take that away from her.