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Current Or, just maybe, stop posting in every damn IC you can find to ask people to join your “League of Legends Noxus RP.” It’s annoying, and forces GMs to go out of their way to get it deleted. Etiquette.
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3 yrs ago
tbh a death threat was not on my 2023 bingo
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3 yrs ago
man if you’re just gonna fucking admit it what’s the point. go touch grass. don’t kill your roommate.
3 yrs ago
ANOTHER ONE?!?!
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3 yrs ago
holy shit roommate murder guy went off
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This mission just might go well.

Patricia leaned against the wall of the warehouse storage bay. Her eyes were focused on Blake as he spoke. For once, she wasn’t rolling her eyes at him, because what he was saying made actual sense. The seven of them had crafted the plan together, and although it wasn’t perfect (she had learned over the past year that no plan ever was), it was good enough. As long as it didn’t get completely blown up. She'd just be happy if it did go well. Well, happy enough. She was still bitter about their stolen vacation. For this mission, she had donned a long, plain, strappy black dress; tan high-heeled sandals; and a red purse. Among various other things, there was a gun, her fake ID (listing her as 21-year-old Patricia O’Connor), and a burner cell in the purse. Her ears were decorated with golden hoops, and she had several sparkly bracelets and a golden necklace on her person. Her nails were painted red. Her hair was done up into a loose bun on the back of her head, and her makeup (red lipstick, smokey eye, heavy mascara, etc.) had been applied perhaps a bit heavier than needed. Whatever. It had been Christina and Zoe who had orchestrated most of their outfits, anyway.

“Alright, then. Let’s go,” said Patricia after Blake spoke. She pushed herself off the wall, grabbed the blind-folded Brooke by the shoulders roughly, and shoved her along after Blake and Rumi. A stutter of fear ran through her at seeing the gangsters, but she quickly tamped it down. Oddly enough, she felt braver than she had last time they had all done something like this. It emboldened her. She kept an impartial face the entire time Blake spoke to the gangsters, although she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his stupid Irish accent. If he kept that up, they would absolutely be found out. There was no way anyone actually talked like that!

The gangster raised a brow at Patricia after Blake went in, to which she responded with a shrug. “Same story as ‘im. ‘Ere’s me pass.” She fished it out of her purse and handed it to him. Her Irish accent was much less pronounced than Blake’s because she actually had some semblance of dignity, but she still found it a bit fun.

The guard took a moment to scrutinize her pass, but he eventually handed it over to her. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Have a nice night, lass.” He then clapped her on the shoulder and ushered her in.

As soon as she was allowed in, Patricia followed Blake and made a beeline for the boiler room. She was trying to look like she was being as rough as possible with Brooke while actually not being rough, and it was a hard balance. If Brooke had been actually resisting, she probably would have been able to get away ages ago. The ship was opulent, Patricia noted, and crowded. If they were exposed in the open, they wouldn’t stand much of a chance.

Once they got into the boiler room, Patricia let go of her vice grip on Brooke’s shoulders and lifted up the other woman’s blindfold for a moment. “Sorry about that,” she said, sheepishly. Patricia fully realized it wasn’t the best first impression for someone who actually seemed quite nice. “Basically the same thing Blake said. Just sit here, look hostage-y, and if the Black Baron comes, well… call us and try not to die. Maybe don’t call Blake if he’s getting wasted though.” She gave a key and a cell phone to Brooke and then pulled her blindfold down again. “Good luck.” She left the boiler room after Blake and went back to the ballroom, fully ready to do some sleuthing.

The first rule of going undercover: Look busy. Patti headed for the bar and took up a seat a good ways away from Blake. Ordering a virgin drink might look a bit suspicious, so she just ordered a Shirley Temple. Her eyes flitted around the room, looking for the Black Baron. She knew he was old, but she couldn’t see anyone that resembled him. However, her eyes did set upon someone that made her blood run cold.

Malady. Shit! Patricia immediately averted her gaze and tried to school her expression into something resembling neutrality. She hadn’t seen the other girl since April, and she would be lying if she said she’d been looking forward to seeing her again. Why would Zero be here? If they were after something here… well, then, it was bound to be a shitshow. Hopefully, they didn’t realize that there were “hostages” in the backroom. She took an anxious sip of her drink and reached for her phone, fumbling. She checked behind her before she did to look for any over-the-shoulder creepers, but she took a discreet picture of Kat and sent it to the group chat, along with a text.

im at the bar too. spotted malady. for everyone who doesn't know, she's an extremely dangerous, classified villain. dont let her get you alone and dont let her touch you. hopefully she wont be a problem, but we should probably let christina know about this later.

dont have any ideas. maybe we should wait and just watch the entrance to the boiler room? we should maybe talk to some of the mobsters around

also blake pls don’t drink that entire martini i stg i WILL hurt you
Patricia










Chad easily beat Jamie to the volleyball court, of course. Despite her head start, Jamie certainly wasn’t as good a runner like him. She tried not to look hurt and grinned instead. “Ooh, Starbright’s coming? We should totally wait for him!” A 2v2 would be much better than one of the other things they had thought of.

Jamie took her strappy sandals off and deposited them on the ground next to the court. It was no good to play with those shoes- she would trip!

Before she fully realized it, Starbright had arrived, and he was talking about teams. Jamie almost volunteered herself to be his teammate, but Chad got there first. Oh, well. Being on a superstar’s team was fun and all, but she had Joseph! And he was… Joseph! She couldn’t think of any volleyball-related positive qualities of his.

“Ooh, I love serving!” Jamie caught the ball effortlessly. “Heads up!” She threw the ball into the air, put her hands together, and hit it onto the other side of the net.



Before Carmen knew it, everyone was heading to their respective places, and the start of the exercise was nigh. A look of panic briefly flashed over her face. She was useless, and she had no idea where she should go. Maybe she could enter through a broken window? Sneak around until she managed to distract someone? It was the best she could come up with. Carmen knew her own limits, and she knew that she was smacking right up against one with this exercise. She was made for going undercover, not… whatever this was! Useless, useless, useless.

Ben started to speak, and Carmen only half-listened before he said her name. She jumped and turned to look at him. Carm...you should probably come with me.” Ben smiled at her, and a slight blush tinged Carmen’s cheeks. ”Don't want you getting caught out by one of them and getting shot.”

“O-oh! Okay!” She smiled back at him, not picking up on how forced his was. She hadn’t been expecting that, but she supposed she should have. After all, Ben was so nice! Hopefully, she wouldn’t bring him down much. He was arguably one of the most useful on their team at the moment, and she wouldn’t want to cost them the win.

Once Nadia told them they could go, Carmen followed Ben into the building. Although not good with guns, she was not terrible at stealth, so she made no sounds. She gazed around the first floor. It looked abandoned like they thought it would. If she was right, there wouldn’t be anyone down here- it was a vulnerable area. But they still needed to be careful. She crept after Ben, holding her nightstick rather than her pistol. With her mouth shut, she watched him shoot out the cameras. “Impressive,” she whispered, although she was sure he already knew how impressive that move had been. She nodded at him when he spoke again.

There was a loud, almost deafening sound when the paint bomb went off. Carmen jumped, startled. Thank God she hadn’t walked into that thing! She followed Ben up the stairs and into the dilapidated cubicle and glanced up at the air vent.

Ben seemed to have the same thought as her. ”Carm, this is perfect...you can climb right in and head around the whole floor from above! Just watch out for any rats or loose screws.”

“You want me to... get in there?” Carmen considered the vent for a long moment. She was certainly small enough to fit, and it wasn’t like Ben was asking her to snipe anyone from the vent. She should probably get in.

But then, Ben seemed to have a second thought. He climbed up on the desk and started to jimmy open the vent. ”I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. Just an idea. I mean, I can go, it's just, you know, Nadia made me go through air vents all the time on missions. Because of the height thing,” Ben said. ”But I don't want to volunteer you, y'know...I'll do it, actually,” Ben said quickly, starting to step onto the desk and head into the vents.

Carmen’s heart stuttered in her chest. She didn’t want to be left down here alone! Especially if the other team was hunting them. Plus… well, she knew she would lose in a fight. This was the only way she could be useful, damnit! “Wait!” She tugged on his jean leg with force, stopping him from entering the vent. “I didn’t disagree, did I? I’ll go. It’s a good idea, and… well, I am shorter than you,” she joked. “You’ll be better down here than I will.” Then, she practically yanked him off of the desk and stood on it herself.

It wasn’t hard to get into the vent. It took a bit of wiggling, but Carmen fit her shoulders into the vent (it was so dark), and then her butt, and then her feet. Once she was fully in, she started to wiggle down the little path. It was dark and claustrophobic, and she definitely heard a couple of scurrying sounds, but… she was in! “I’m in the vents,” she whispered into her radio. “I’ll report back in once I’ve seen something. Babel out.” She squinted as she saw light ahead. Could that be an opening, maybe?




This alarm business was depraved cruelty, even for PROM.

Horrendous beeping awoke Carmen from her three hours of sleep. “Nooo…” she groaned, a long and pained sound. She had absolutely not set an alarm for 7:00 AM on a Saturday morning, so why oh why was one going off? She had studied nearly all night, and was so tired. Sluggishly, and with her head still buried in her pillow, Carmen pawed around her nightstand for the source of the horrible, horrible sound. Her hand closed around her phone, but that wasn’t it! Weird. She didn’t own anything else that beeped, unless…

Yup, it was her AP Watch. Carmen’s hand closed around the offending device and drew it onto the bed. It had only been three months since her tenure with PROM had begun, so she hadn’t really gotten used to the device yet. It was like an Apple Watch, but… better? Hers was pastel blue and came with an advanced translation app. Was this something it did? Was there anything important? Carmen drew herself up to investigate and squinted at the bright orange lettering.

It read “EMERGENCY”. Carmen gasped, her lethargy suddenly gone, and scrambled up from her bed to her wardrobe. She wasn’t entirely sure what was emergency appropriate wear, so she wrestled herself into a pair of boot-cut jeans, a green-blue graphic tee with a small, white turtle sewn into a pocket near the upper left neckline, and tennis shoes. Once she was what she thought was appropriately dressed, she scoured her backpack for her earpiece and clipped it into her ear.

“What’s wrong, Hiram?” she whispered, careful not to wake any of her sleeping family members. She played with her hands, anxious.

A pre-recorded message sounded, and Carmen waited with ramping up anxiety through static. "Good morning, agent. Mandatory training exercise at 1700 Coolidge Road in Swindon in exactly 27 minutes. Failure to attend will result in significant consequences."

Her anxious expression turned into a peeved frown. “That’s it?!” So much for an emergency. Hopefully this wasn't a waste of a morning. She groaned, picked up her backpack, and looked around her bedroom for anything she might need. Carmen’s room was an organizer’s paradise. Her desk, nightstand, and dresser didn’t have much clutter. Her desk had a laptop, some (normal) pastel pens all lined up in a row, and countless boxes of flashcards piled up on it. There was a small bookshelf right next to it, which had plenty of foreign literature stacked in it. Her one concession to a break in her aesthetic was the terrarium. It sat in the back corner of her room, in which a heat lamp shone onto two large red-eared slider turtles. Carmen cooed at her turtles as she went over to grab her phone from her nightstand. On a normal day, she would’ve made her bed, but she had only 25 minutes to get coffee and get to Coolidge Road. Wherever that was. Her bed was twin-sized, with a pink quilt bedspread and a mass of stuffed animals spread over it. It was a lot of stuffed animals for a teenage girl, certainly, but they brought Carmen joy.

Carmen wasn’t entirely sure what to bring for a surprise training exercise at 7 AM, so she just dropped her phone, a water bottle (it was purple!), a white scrunchie, and a case of her special pens into a mini backpack. Was she supposed to bring other things? Was there some sort of unwritten rule as to what to do in this situation? Would everybody laugh at her for doing something wrong? Oh God, she hoped she wasn’t doing something wrong. Carmen slung her mini backpack onto her back and rushed to the kitchen to pour herself a travel mug of black coffee. Only her mother was awake, watching telenovelas in the living room, but Carmen just offered a short explanation about having to go to the park for a club meeting. And then, once she hopped onto her bicycle, she was off.

At this time of the morning, the sun hadn’t quite yet risen. The sky was a dusky grey, but the sun could be seen barely peeking out from over the horizon. It was also quite chilly- or what Carmen would just call cold. Maybe she should’ve brought a jacket. Carmen pumped her bike pedals with urgency. According to Google Maps, it would take her 25 minutes to get there on a bike. But being late would only incur the wrath of Mrs. Sokolova, which never ended well, so she should definitely go fast. The suburb where Carmen lived flew by on her bike, and then she was riding along the main street.

Exactly 18 minutes and 46 seconds after she had left her house, Carmen pulled up in front of the construction site with a squeal as she pumped the brakes. She got off her bike, opened the gate (was this where she was supposed to go in?), parked her bike on the inside, and then headed to where she saw everybody else. She wasn’t last to arrive, thank God. It was never a good idea to be late- it just drew attention to yourself.

Although she had about a million things on her mind, Carmen tried to keep her mouth shut as she approached everyone else. “Morning, ma’am,” she said to Nadia, who just gave her a curt nod and gave her the same directions she had given everyone else.

Oh no. This is a combat exercise?!. Carmen gulped and felt her eyes widen. The last time she had had to engage in combat… well, that was in Timbuktu, and she shot a car with a bullet instead of her target. No one had gotten hurt, but it had set off a car alarm! Well… practice is perfect. A resigned sigh. She picked a pistol and a nightstick out of the bin, fastened one of the vests onto herself, and went to join the group.

Director Sokolova was, as Carmen had learned in some arduous ways over the past year, well-known to be a hardass. So, despite the mass of questions were brewing in her head, she elected to remain silent as Nadia explained the exercise. It was better to not have your questions answered than have an irritable ex-KGB Russian woman with a paintball gun be mad at you. But this exercise did leave a lot of questions to be answered, and against her better judgment, Carmen found herself raising her hand… right before Ben got shot. Ow. Her hand went right back down to her side in a hurry not to be noticed. That must’ve hurt. Poor Ben.

Once Nadia was done explaining the exercise, Carmen went to go join the rest of the responders' team. As she plodded over, she thought. Erik, Ben, Oliver, Vanessa, and her, hm… it wasn’t a horrible mix. She hadn’t looked into most of her teammates’ strengths and weaknesses, but she knew the basics. A plan started to formulate in her head.

While they were walking over to the group, Carmen glanced at Ben and jammed her hands in her pockets. “Are you alright?” she asked, low enough to not let anyone else hear. He had become a fast friend to Carmen in the past few months, and friends checked on each other when one of them was in pain.

Carmen had opened her mouth to start talking just before Oliver did, but closed it shut when he started speaking. She listened along to his plan and nodded along. That was pretty much what she was going to suggest but in far fewer words. “That’s a good plan, Oli- I-I mean, Agent Static.” She really needed to stop calling people their real names. “I was thinking along the same lines, but you definitely know everyone way better than I do! I manage okay in combat, but I’m probably better as a distraction. I don’t have any suggestions. I don’t really want to spend my Saturday cleaning paint with a toothbrush, though. I have studying to do.”

Well, that was a lame finish, Carmen! Couldn’t have picked something cooler? She winced and pulled her hair up into a ponytail with her scrunchie. She waved a goodbye to Erik and kept an eye on the building.

It looked like she was getting shot today.




Before Chad could respond to Jamie beyond a smile and a wave, Joseph called out to them. "Hey, Jamie! Chet! You guys got any plans on what to do yet? Because I don't really have any ideas except sleeping, or waiting for Starbuster to finish unpacking so I can obliterate him in beach volleyball." Jamie waved. Now they had a proper little group going!

“Joseph!” Jamie’s smile stretched a little wider at the sight of her friend. Oh, it was nice to see him. They hadn’t gotten to talk or hang out in a while- work had been getting in the way, as always. She clapped him on the shoulder, perhaps a bit harder than necessary. “I don’t really know what we’re gonna do. I was just asking Chad if he wanted to have a bit of fun.” She gestured to the teenager in front of her, eyes on Joseph.

"Actually, my name is Chad... Uh, I'd love to hang out with you guys! I was going to go to the gym, but I'd be cool with building sandcastles or playing Volleyball!" Jamie waited for him to continue, knowing that to interrupt would be rude. Duh! But Chad paused and stared off into space for a few moments more than normal before appearing to snap back into himself. "I-I'm pretty good at Volleyball though, so watch out haha..."

A dramatic gasp from Jamie. He had to be kidding! “The gym? On vacation?! You must be crazy. I don’t even go to the gym while I’m working.” Jamie shook her head and made tutting noises. “Come on. We’re gonna go have some fun and play some volleyball. We don't have even numbers, but it's not really that big a deal. We'll just do a 2v1 or maybe a three-way. I’ll race you to the court!”

As soon as she finished her sentence, Jamie was off, jumping off the boardwalk and onto the sand, running as fast as she could to the volleyball courts. Unbeknownst to her, Chad had super speed, making his win inevitable, but, well… racing was still fun!



If she was being honest, Calypso had been in better hotel rooms. Not by much… but better.

The coven had purchased two rooms for them- the one Calypso was in and also the one she had declared the girls’ room, and the one she had banished Caleb, Arken, and David to. This one was objectively better. It was bigger… and, well, that was it. It was mostly bigger to accommodate the pull-out couch by the window, but there was also a whole extra chair! How fun. Just like the other room, theirs had two queen-sized beds, a desk, a TV, a coffee table, and a small minifridge. Calypso assumed that everyone knew the universal rule of “don’t take anything out of the minifridge”. They’d charge you for it!

After checking in, Calypso had dashed to the room with the speed of a cheetah on cocaine. She was the first inside, but rather than put her bags on one of the queens, she plopped it onto the pull-out couch. Just to be nice, you know! It was right next to the window, too, which was nice. She’d get a good view of… Calypso opened the curtain, and frowned. Brick wall. Great. But she could totally see if there was a vampire outside of their window. Totally.

Calypso sat on the stiff, leather couch, and watched the door as the rest of the girls trickled in. If one of the guys walked in, she’d abruptly yell “NO!” and point to the other end of the hall. Once everybody was in, she smiled and started to talk.

“It’s an… alright hotel room! We’ll have to share beds, unless someone wants to sleep on the floor. Kota and I can share the pullout couch, and the rest of you… well, you can figure it out! I say we get some pizza and we invite the guys in and we try to guess where the vamps will show up next,” Calypso said. The thought of sharing a bed with Dakota made her feel a bit tingly, but she wasn’t quite sure why. They were friends, and sharing a bed with your friend was normal. Right?

It took a few hours, but once everyone agreed on their sleeping arrangements and started to settle in, they ordered pizza, and Calypso spread a map, a laptop, the mission folder, and a few pins across the coffee table. She then cleared her throat. It was time for a brainstorming session.

“So…” she started, and opened up her laptop. God, she was glad she had brought this thing. Typical of Calypso, the laptop was covered in cute stickers with plenty of positive messages and bright colors. “Could somebody get the guys in here? I wanna talk about what we’re gonna do tonight.”

Once the guys were ushered in and the pizza had come, the door was closed. Someone made sure to cast sound-sealing, warding, and locking spells on the perimeter of the room, which Calypso was sure she would’ve totally forgotten if someone hadn’t remembered for her! With a slice of cheese pizza in hand, Calypso opened up the laptop, logged into the Wi-Fi (it took a minute), and started to browse through the news.

“I think we should be looking for obituaries and news about strange assaults,” Calypso said. A few people were gathered around her laptop, while most of everybody else was either fucking off or looking at their news too. “If we find a hit on an obituary matching the causes of death, we can find where they’re buried, and… uh, go there! Because the vampires will probably be there. Right? We know what we’re doing. I don’t think we should fight them just yet, but we should totally follow them and see where they’re going.” Calypso explained her reasoning in a rather unsure manner. She really didn’t know what she was doing, and anyone’s suggestions would definitely be welcome.

Calypso ran a hand through her cloud of hair, and kept browsing the Internet. It took about 20 minutes, but the group finally found a hit. In the Baltimore Sun, there was an article about the assault and death of a 22-year-old woman named Madison Hawkins. According to the paper, she had been at a nightclub a few nights ago when she had been found in the bathroom, unconscious and with two puncture wounds above her collarbone. The cops had attributed it to her being drunk… but Madison had been the designated driver that night. She had died two days later in the hospital of a mystery illness.

Of course, witches knew better.

As soon as she saw the article, Calypso knew they had found their hit. It was sad, but… it was just what they needed. She didn’t smile, but she did smack a pin down on the place where the article said she was buried. “I think this might be it,” she said. “It matches up. We should go there tonight, I’m thinking.” The group talked about it for a while, and eventually they agreed on how they’d go about staking out the cemetery. Arken, Dakota, Iris, and Rebecca would sit in Arken’s car and wait outside to see if any vampires showed up, while Calypso, Alayna, Hana, Iris, and Caleb would actually head inside the cemetery, cast an invisibility spell over themselves, and maybe get to watch some vampires dig up a body. And then follow them home. And then probably go home themselves.

When that was settled, they finished off the pizza, gathered up all the weapons and a few stake-out snacks, cast a spell so they wouldn’t be seen by the hotel staff, loaded themselves into the cars, and drove off for a graveyard stake-out.




A few hours later, around midnight, the two groups had been waiting in the graveyard for hours. The vampires still hadn’t shown, and Calypso was starting to get a bit frustrated. Nobody had spoken in the actual cemetery for nearly 30 minutes. The tension and the exhaustion hung low in the air, although their eyes were still peeled.

The cemetery was tightly packed with graves, but well-kept. Polished headstones and freshly overturned dirt marked the area they stood in as housing newly-dead people. There was a chapel on the hill, but it was far off, and the groundskeeper was nowhere to be seen. A lamp lit much of the sidewalk and some of the graveyard, but the area they were in was nearly pitch black. Calypso, Alayna, Hana, David, and Caleb stood under the boughs of an oak tree near the grave of Madison Hawkins. Calypso’s eyes, at least, were drooping. They were still under the cloak of the invisibility spell, and she had been carrying the brunt of the spell’s power for about an hour. They had planned to stay here until 2 AM, and each had agreed to carry it for about an hour. Her hour wasn’t over yet, however. So Calypso pouted and simply kept holding up the spell.

She had been stunned by the power of the wellspring a few days ago, but even now it felt a bit lacking. Being in such close proximity and coming off of almost zero power had made her feel high off of the new, foreign power for a while, but now it felt almost normal. A few days ago, she wouldn’t’ve been able to do this wide of an invisibility spell for even 15 minutes. But now, that she could do it? Calypso felt herself wanting a little more. It was strange.

But for now, they were on a stake-out. Calypso leaned back against the tree and sighed. If nobody was here by 2 AM, they’d go. That’s what they had said, and it was starting to look like no one would come.

God, this was such a waste of time. Why, oh why had she thought this was a good idea?

Just when Calypso was considering going back to Arken’s car and trying to bum a cigarette off of Dakota, two figures came walking through the grass, making a beeline straight for the grave they guarded. Calypso’s eyes flicked up, her attention caught. From what she could see, they were two men- both pale, but one shorter than the other. And more human-looking than the other. The shorter one had brown hair, what looked like green (or brown?) eyes. The taller man was pale, dark-haired… and he had eerie, red eyes. Calypso shivered. Those were them, alright. Red eyes… he must be old. The shorter man was carrying a duffel bag and a sealed canister of some sort, while the red-eyed vampire walked unburdened in front of him. They spoke among themselves, softly.

“This bag is heavy, Dmitri,” the short vampire complained. “Why can’t you carry it?”

The red-eyed vampire- Dmitri, Calypso guessed- chuckled. “I am your elder. If I say you carry it, you carry the bag. Now come. Her grave is just right over there. We shouldn’t keep Ingrid waiting for long.” He pointed in their general direction and Calypso froze in fear, but then realized he was just pointing at the headstone.

Calypso stayed still as a statue as they approached the grave. Her heart thumped in her chest like the roar of a lawnmower. Could vampires hear heartbeats? She hoped they couldn’t. She glanced furtively at the other witches standing around her, all under the invisibility spell she was holding. Oh God, she had to hold the invisibility spell. Calypso put extra willpower into keeping that up, squinting as the vampires grew closer.

The shorter one dropped the duffel bag onto the ground and pulled two shovels out. He presented Dmitri with one, which he took. Calypso sucked in a breath. They were going to dig up her body!

Dmitri plunged his shovel into the ground… and then stopped. He raised his head, and cocked it. “I sense another presence here,” he said, and Calypso’s heart hammered against her chest.

No. Vampires didn’t… they didn’t have magic! They couldn’t see them, no no no…

The younger one suddenly looked interested. “A human?”

“Perhaps. Whoever they are, they’re close. I can feel something else here. Another sort of energy.” He started to walk right at the tree, and his horrible red eyes focused right on them. Hungry.

Calypso’s eyes went wide. Fuck. This could not be happening right now. She sidestepped, quick, and ushered the group along with her. They needed to get out of here, now.

But before everyone could get away, Dmitri swatted at the group with his hand. Calypso didn’t know how, but it was almost as if he could… sense where they were. He had a sick smile on his face, and on his third swat he landed someone.

Hana. Calypso’s mouth went dry as his long fingers closed around her wrist, and lifted them to his mouth. He wanted to bite her. In Calypso’s shock and terror, the invisibility spell broke. She felt it shatter around them, felt her magic break. They could see them. The younger vampire stared right at the group of them. His fangs popped out, and he smiled.

“Witches!” Dmitri yelled loudly while yanking Hana’s wrist to his face.

Then, in a flash, the younger vampire pulled out a dagger and darted at them, quick as lightning. A slight female figure appeared out of seemingly nowhere and joined the younger vampire in darting at the witches. Calypso took a fighting stance and started to cast a spell. She had been hoping this wouldn’t happen, but it seemed they had no option now other than to fight.




Arken’s car was parked on the side of the road, lights off with everybody inside. Calypso hoped they had thought to cast an invisibility or even a night-seeing spell… otherwise, sitting in that dark car would get old fast. The car was parked so that both sides could clearly see the cemetery gate, the walls, and the sidewalk beside it. On the other end of the street, there were apartment complexes facing the cemetery. It wasn’t a nice neighborhood. After all, who would want to live next to a cemetery?

They had been sitting there for a few hours when there were six flashes by the gate. Maybe someone got out to investigate. Maybe someone didn’t. Whatever happened, three of the figures jumped the fence, and the rest just stood by the gate, idling.

Eventually, there were screams from the cemetery. The vampires on the ground and the group in the car could hear Dmitri’s warning shout, and some ensuing screams from the witches. The people whispered among themselves, seemingly wondering if they should go and assist.





Gary, North Carolina was a small town. For most, it was only a rest stop on road trips, or a stop for tired truckers. As you exited the freeway and drove into town, homes with large properties would begin to pop up in the countryside, gradually growing closer and closer together until you were in the town square proper. That’s where the group would find the Williamson’s Inn. Or, well, motel. It was a motel. A shabby, run-down place with a neon sign on the front. Jean-Luc’s Audi probably looked quite out of place compared with the atmosphere there. Moldy walls, the ice machine, the dirty pool, and the flickering neon sign all created a certain vision of the place. The ‘am’ bit of the neon sign had lost power, so it just spelled “Willison’s Inn”.

When they got there at 10 PM, the town was dark and quiet. The only places with lights on were the motel, the nearby dive bar, and a 7-Eleven down the road. When the group would head inside to check in, there was an older, scruffy-looking middle-aged man sitting at the desk, watching TV. Checking in didn’t take long. The man was brusque and gruff, but getting their keys only took a moment.

Both rooms had two queen-sized beds (which looked slightly questionable) with floral bedspreads, stiff, squeaky mattresses, and yellow-ing sheets, but one of the rooms had a pull-out couch. The carpeted floor was also questionable-looking, and They both had doors and windows that faced the parking lot, and both doors had deadbolts on them. That likely wouldn’t be enough for the witches, though. Wards and magical locks on the rooms and cars would probably be set before they went to sleep, too. Somebody probably went to go get food. The only places open were the 7-11 and a McDonald's five miles down the road. It seemed that there were a few more restaurants in town, but none were open at that hour of night.

However, it was late, and maybe they all wanted to go to sleep. Driving for 8 hours was a pain in the ass. Or maybe they went out to go and do something, hunt some vampires. The night was their hunting grounds, after all.






time to maybe bless yet another roleplay of yours with my presence. or maybe not. >:)


When the seaplane touched down on St. Florian, Jamie hopped up from her seat with glee. That plane ride had been so long, but they were finally here! For most of the plane ride, she had glued herself to the window and gazed at the Caribbean. Or what she could see of it. Most of it had just been water. But now it was land! Because they were here. The plane came to a stop smoothly, and as soon as she could, Jamie wanted out. In a swift motion, she took her two bags (her suitcase and her beach bag), put on her sunglasses and hat, and walked out into the sunlight. Jamie was the first one out of the plane, right after Powers, of course.

Once she was fully out of the plane, he shook out her fishtail-braided hair and took a deep breath of the humid island air. God, how she loved the Caribbean. Castleburg was nice and all, but it was also nice to be somewhere warm. With beaches. And crystalline blue water… She hadn’t been to the Caribbean since she was a teenager, and she was happy to be back. Especially given the last few months she had had, which had been interesting, to say the least. Jamie had had a “vacation” a few months ago, but it hadn’t been much of one. Sitting around on her couch for a few weeks waiting for her body to heal wasn’t a vacation. That was why she was happy to have a real vacation!

Plus, all of her friends were here. Well… some. Really just Tom and Joseph, but they were plenty fun. In preparation for the tropics, Jamie was wearing a buttoned maxi dress, leather sandals, a floppy hat, and sunglasses. She had also braided her hair into a fishtail, which she was quite proud of! There were a ton more outfits in her suitcase (she had mostly borrowed from her younger self, but had also done a lot of shopping), so she was prepared for anything that would come their way!

Jamie listened to Powers and Naomi Lewi. Dinner at 8:00! She would be there. “See you then!” she said as Powers walked off. This whole place seemed so fun. And the beach was calling to her! Jamie stepped forward to take her envelope, opened it, and squinted at its content. “Sea Turtle Hut, huh…” she muttered, and took out her keychain. It was a sea turtle! How cute! Jamie squealed a teensy bit. Then, she grinned wide and dashed off to go look for her room.

Unpacking wasn’t too strenuous of a process if you didn’t actually unpack. Jamie just sort of dumped her suitcase onto the floor, threw some bags of toiletries into the bathroom, and ran back out again. It was too nice of a day to unpack! She’d do it later. Or maybe never. A suitcase was a fine dresser, even though her room had one. Her room was nice, actually. It was themed around the sea turtle, so it was blue and green all over. But Jamie couldn’t be entertained for long by looking around her room. She needed something to do!

Without bothering to put on sunscreen (sunscreen was for chumps), Jamie grabbed her beach bag and left her villa. Now it was just time to find someone to hang out with. She heaved a sigh. Everyone she knew seemed to be in their villas. But she did see someone she had met a few times! An awkward, teenager-looking guy was wandering around. Jamie racked her brain for his name. Chad? Chase? She was pretty sure it was Chad, but she could be wrong…

Jamie ran up to him anyways. “Hey, Chad!” she yelled, and stopped right in front of him. “This place is so nice. There’s a beach, and a bar, and an ocean, and a lot of cool stuff… wanna hang out, maybe? We have a lot of time until dinner with the director. We could build a sand castle or, like, go swimming… it’ll be fun!” Jamie grinned. What was a vacation for if not hanging out with people?









This was not a vacation.

Patricia entered the conference room with a scowl on her face. She had been promised a full week off- this was total bullshit! If everyone else got to go to a fancy resort in the Caribbean, why shouldn’t she get a week off? Stupid emergency meetings… Patricia flopped into an armchair next to Eliza, slung her head back, and groaned. “Ughhhh!” Once she was done being dramatic, she sat up and gave Eliza a light smile. “Hey, Ellie. Hug?” When Eliza said yes, Patti leaned in for a long, sweet side-hug. She almost wanted to kiss her, but everyone was here! Even people she didn’t know…

Looking around the room after hugging Eliza, Patti noticed several people she had never met. Which was strange! There was a brown-haired man, a dark-skinned woman, and a gangster-looking blonde lady, all of whom she didn’t know. She looked at the three of them for a short moment and then shrugged. Didn’t matter. If they were here, they were here. Whatever.

The last couple of months had been… strange for Patti, to say the least. After that whole fiasco with the coup, she had had a lot of bonus money and a lot of time off. After she had been accused of murder, no one had wanted her back at HERO One for quite a bit. So… she had gone on vacation! A real one, with her mom. They had gone on a week-long cruise to the Caribbean a month or so ago, which had been a ton of fun. They had never really gone on vacations like that before, so it was exciting to Patti. And in Castleburg, people had started to recognize Patti. In a positive way! Apparently, that whole disaster had netted her some fame. Which was… weird.

Patti sat up straight in her seat when Christina walked into the room. She looked serious. Patricia took her manila folder and immediately popped the peppermint into her mouth. Hopefully that hadn’t been important or anything. She put her best serious face on and listened to Christina speak.

Well, this sounded… serious. The Black Boron, huh? A superhero killer. An old one. Shouldn’t he be in a nursing home or something? An old dude couldn’t pose that much of a threat, although she supposed she should probably listen to Christina. Couldn’t be too hard though. Plus, they got to go undercover. So Patricia opened her folder, and sorted through its contents.

“Oh God, please don’t give Eliza a Dungeons and Dragons character sheet,” Patricia groaned, jokingly, and glanced at her girlfriend. Having involuntarily played in a campaign or two with Eliza, Patti knew how excited her girlfriend could get about this nerd stuff. Please don’t tell me you brought any dice today.”

“Anyways, this shouldn’t be too hard. Not harder than the Gugliano bit, at least. I think I’ll be… hm. Keeping with the Irish theme, I’ll be Patricia O’Connor? My first name’s Irish enough. But we definitely shouldn’t all keep our first names! Mine just sounds Irish. Ooh, and we all need backstories… definitely not gonna be a prostitute this time, so I’ll be a gangster or something…” It had been a while since Patricia had actually gone undercover, so she was looking forward to it again. She had definitely toughened up since the last time they had went undercover.





Featuring: Caleb Bishop @Danvers, Alayna Castellano @Qia, Calypso Barnes @canaryrose, Dakota Lawson @Hitman, and Iris Aderast @Blizz






Dakota was curiously looking at the trunk of Calypso’s Jeep, and more specifically, her bag, which was taking up an awfully large amount of space in the trunk of the car. Dakota’s bag was large (made for backpacking), but it was so full of stuff that it looked like it was holding three times as much as it was actually supposed to hold. Dakota gave the gigantic backpack a few shoves to push it into the back of the trunk when she suddenly heard somebody yell “Shotgun!” before hearing the sound of running. Dakota jumped back, slamming the trunk shut, and made a beeline for the passenger side door, but by the time she had gotten there, Caleb was already in the seat with a cocky smile on his face. Dakota laughed. "You do know I called shotgun first, right?" she said with a surprisingly self-assured smile. "I called it, so it’s my seat!" she declared boldly, swinging the car door wide open and proceeding to get into the vehicle anyway. Acting as if Caleb did not exist, or was otherwise part of the seat, Dakota then proceeded to sit down in his lap, lounging back into him and kicking her boots up onto the dash. She leaned back into him, crushing their bodies together, and flicking her locks directly into his face, a very wide and boisterous smile on her face as she messed with Caleb.

The teen, who had been idly pondering on whether he should’ve brought his skateboard, suddenly felt the body dive on top of him. Blinking, he remained uncharacteristically quiet for a few moments before letting out a loud bark of a laugh. “You’re funny Dak.” Caleb grinned back, seemingly unperturbed by the unexpected weight of the younger witch on his lap. Reaching an arm around her, he moved to prod her playfully in the cheek with his index finger. It was something he always did when his little sisters would insist on following him around. “Everyone knows it only counts when the car’s in view!” He announced proudly, happy that he had remembered the rules of the made up game.

She laughed with that same endearing hyena cackle before eventually leaving Caleb be, rolling off of his lap. "Fine, take your front seat...but you’re not getting any of my snacks, you cheater!” she declared. She then stuck out his tongue at him before making her way to the back seat, swinging open the door and plopping down in the back-row seat behind Caleb.

The teen shrugged his shoulders when she moved away, resuming his attempts to turn on the radio. “Your loss! I was totally fine with sharing.” He mused idly as he fiddled with the array of buttons and twisty things. Nothing seemed to work and if Caleb had thought about it carefully, he probably would’ve realised it was because the car engine was not yet turned on. Though it’s probably for the best. I can never keep still when I’m on road trips. Giving it up as a bad job, Caleb leaned back in his seat, an arm moving to hang out of the open window.

Though Dakota had conceded her pursuit for the front-row seat, she was far from done with her quest to bother Caleb. She first rested her feet up on the chair in front of her, leaving her boots directly due left of Caleb’s face. She then casually lifted one of her hands, snapping her fingers a few times. "Magic Hands," she uttered, but unfortunately for Dakota, nothing happened. She grit her teeth. "Come on, I said Magic Hands!" she declared again, and this time she pulled the spell off, a light blue hand of ethereal energy slinking out from underneath her real hand and moving into the trunk. The hand of energy rummaged through Dakota’s bag for a few moments, before returning with a large bag of chocolate pretzels, which Dakota then proceeded to (very loudly) pop open. She grabbed a handful and popped them, one-by-one, into her mouth, the way a trainer would feed a tamed seal. She chewed them (quite loudly, on purpose) before grinning and tossing the oversized bag over the seat to Caleb. "Sharing is caring," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I expect the front seat on the way back though. Provided we don’t all get killed in Baltimore. Actually, I take that back. I want the front seat in the hearse."

Calebs gaze had followed Dakotas as she focused her attention on the trunk, a flicker of mischievousness pulling at the edges of his lips. His eyes glanced at the pair of boots, the laces slowly unravelling before looping around the headrest and tying themselves into neat bows. ”Sure, it’s all yours.” Caleb nodded once he had finished his task, catching the pretzels deftly between his outstretched hands. Also grabbing a handful, he purposefully stuffed as many as possible into his mouth before turning to grin at the witch. ”’ese are ‘eally ‘ood!” He exclaimed as he chewed on the satisfying mix of sweet and savoury, coughing for a few moments as he nearly choked on the tiny baked pastries. Might need a hearse sooner at this rate... He laughed when he had finally recovered and managed to come up for some much needed air.

Casting another Magic Hands, Dakota sent another paw of magic back into the seat, which returned with a small teal box that had the word ‘Marlboro’ printed on it. Showing no signs of hesitation nor regret, Dakota opened the box and removed a cigarette, resting the rest next to her as she lifted the coffin nail to her lips, holding two fingers at the end. A small blue flare shot up from her fingertips, lighting the cigarette, from which Dakota gave a puff. Dakota did have the decency to roll down the window and exhale outside of the Jeep, but this action was still not enough to prevent the faint smell of cigarette smoke from filling the inside of the car. ”Any of y’all want one? I’m, like, 90% sure this brand doesn’t fuck up your lungs or anything. Those are pretty good odds, you know! It’ll kill you much slower than fighting vampires either way.."

Iris came out of preparing a little late compared to most, while everyone else was in the car and getting lung cancer, she was trotting along outside to the sickly yellow Jeep she assumed Dakota and Calypso were in. She looked wildly more presentable compared to what she looked like this morning; Her messy hair was smoothed down behind her shoulders, and she was carrying a small backpack with numerous things in it, potions, a vampire book, and a dagger she hoped to not have to use. That wasn’t all she had, in one ear were her earbuds, playing and in her arm was a golem she dusted off. It resembled an owl in shape, and yet was the size of a large raven. How Iris was able to make a golem fly, she couldn’t remember, this golem was old, but she assumed it could have some use. She called it Crone. Crone was in a dormant state, having its heart removed to conserve magic energy, but it could fly easily as a real bird. Iris walked up to the Jeep and saw the smoke, a real Dakota move. She walked around to the other back door and sat in the ugly car next to Dakota. ”Hey, cancerous enough for you?’’ She joked as she carelessly tossed her bag behind her head and into the back, leaving Crone in the floorboards. ”What’d you guys pack? I brought books, birdbrain here and potions. Oh yeah, knife…’’ Iris could smell the cigarette in the car, gross. ”Anyway, you’re Caleb right? Hi, anyway uh...Oh yeah, I brought something. Here, where’d it go...uh. There.” Iris pulled a CD out of her coat pocket, a singular cd just...in there. ”I brought music.” It had a solid black cover with no writing or anything on it and it had just a few songs, though knowing Iris, she was probably the only person in the car who liked what was on it.

Calypso was the sort of person who took the word recommended to mean required. So when she was handed a list of recommended weapons to fight vampires, she took every single item on the list. A rifle, a pistol, a handgun, a flamethrower, some grenades, some brass knuckles, some cool knives… she shoveled them all into her duffel bag while she was in the armory, along with some both normal and silver ammunition that she thought looked right. The armory was a cramped, badly lit shed behind the house. The single lightbulb in the shed flickered on and off. It illuminated all sorts of weapons hanging off of the walls. Most looked somewhat modern, but there were a few delightfully antique weapons hanging off of the walls too. Pre-colonial era, even. Calypso could imagine her ancestors using these.

Once she was done gathering her copious amounts of weapons, Calypso zipped up her now incredibly heavy duffel bag and heaved it onto her shoulder. But it was so heavy that she couldn’t quite lift it, so, with a sigh, Calypso dug her fingernails into her palm and cast a spell to give her arm a bit of added strength. That’s better. With a loud creak, she opened the shed door and went to go pick up the bright yellow suitcase sitting outside. She had packed almost as soon as she had gotten out of the room, neatly folding her clothes, toiletries, and other things into her bag. She had even stowed a spellbook in there. She had changed from her original outfit into something she thought was a bit more city worthy. She hadn’t had to exchange her plain white tank, but she had donned a leather jacket, some jeans, some chic high-heeled black boots, sunglasses, and a cutehead wrap. While she was getting dressed, Calypso seemed to have forgotten they would be fighting vampires. But she had packed tennis shoes, too.

Dragging her suitcase behind her, Calypso walked to her car. Oh! Her smile brightened. Iris, Dakota, and Caleb were already there and… in the car? “Hey, guys! How did you get into the car- Kota!” She caught sight of a Marlboro sticking out of Dakota’s mouth and tutted. A subtle anger filled her, but she kept on her smile. Smoking? In Calypso’s car? Calypso lifted her suitcase and duffel full of weapons into the trunk and then went to the back door where Dakota sat, and slammed it open. “No smoking!” she scolded, and grabbed for the cigarette in Dakota’s hands. “You’re going to give yourself lung cancer, you know! Magic can’t cure lung cancer. And, by the way, my car is not your hotbox.”

”Calypso~!" Dakota moaned, as if she was a young child that had just gotten her favorite toy taken from them. She pouted. ”You’re a really great friend, but you have no sense of adventure." Dakota did not attempt to snatch the cigarette back, though. She did not want to set the car or Calypso’s hair on fire, and Calypso did have a point, although a very annoying point to be sure. ”Fine, fine, I won’t smoke in your Jeep. The window was open, by the way, so that’s not hotboxing. You want to see hotboxing, just wait until we get to our hotel room," Dakota said with a smirk. ”Here, Callie, let me stomp it out…" Dakota moved to get out of the vehicle, but because of Caleb’s trickery, instead just flopped to the floor of the Jeep like a dead fish.

”What in the hell?!" Dakota exclaimed as she climbed back into her seat. ”Caleb!" Dakota shouted, at first annoyed but soon beginning to laugh lightly, as she struggled to untie herself. She eventually managed to do so, pulling her legs off of the headrest. ”You better watch yourself, you! You’ve made yourself a terrible enemy," Dakota said with a good-natured but oddly menacing chuckle, leaning forwards and wrapping her arm around his forehead. She then planted her right knuckle onto the top of his head and proceeded to give Caleb a brutal noogie. ”You should know I’m much more dangerous than any of those vampires, you dummy!”

Caleb good-naturedly let himself be subject to the noogie, head tilted back, unable to contain the reams of carefree laughter that tumbled from his mouth. “Sorry it was just so tempting!” He finally managed to utter breathlessly, arms moving to wrap around his chest which was now aching slightly. “You should’ve seen your face though! You looked like…like-” Trailing off as he burst into another fit of laughter, a hand moved to wipe some tears away from his eyes as he admitted defeat, unable to complete his thought. “Well I don’t know what you looked like but it was hella funny!”

Calypso giggled at their antics, high and only slightly obnoxious-sounding. This funny scene almost made her forget about how Dakota had just smoked in her car. Almost. “Looks like someone’s finally met her match! Good prank, Caleb. Don’t worry. Kota’s all bark, no bite. And if she does bite… well, they’re love bites.” She turned and winked at Caleb, and then hung over the side of the window. “Now gimme that cig, Dakota. Full warning: if you smoke any more I’m making you ride with Arken.” With a commanding presence, she held her hand out for the cigarette. When Dakota put it into her hand, Calypso threw it down onto the dirt road and stomped with a vengeance. She took her foot off it and stared at it intently for a few seconds. She knew they were on a dirt road, but there was forest around here… she wouldn’t want to start a forest fire!

“First and only warning. Don’t smoke in my car again,” she warned, stern, but then patted her best friend’s head affectionately. “Now, it’s like…” Calypso checked her phone, “2:15. I spent 10 minutes loading Google Maps and it’ll luckily only take a couple of hours to get there. So we should probably get go- wait… wasn’t Alayna going to ride with us too?”

When it came to thinking about the weaponry she might need for this trip, there was only one thing that had come to Alayna's mind other than relying on her almost natural gift with fire. A hand reaches up to clasp that said thing around her neck, her fingers trailing over the intricate designs etched into it until she feels less intimidated by her current situation. With this as her backup, she should be fine the girl tells herself, as her necklace is enchanted to allow her to steal the strength of, and possibly kill, any supernatural creature it cuts into. Granted, she would have to get close to the creature in question to make it work, but it is merely a failsafe. After all, the biggest threat when it comes to vampires is probably their strength and speed. Take that away and they're all a pile of ash. And perhaps if she repeats this to herself enough, she'll be completely convinced that these monsters she's about to face cannot hurt her. And that Sister Deborah hadn't completely lost her marbles yet as a result of age.
Perhaps.

With her pink suitcase and pink duffle bag in tow, Alayna strides out the backdoor of the main house, looking around before spotting Calypso's vehicle (she'd at least remembered to ask her what it looked like before leaving the meeting earlier). Making her way over, she first notices a small commotion in the backseat, only hearing the end of the dispute once she comes to a stop next to Calypso. The smell of cigarette smoke reaches her nostrils, and she steps forward to catch a glance of the lung killer in Dakota's possession.

"Hi..." Alayna awkwardly interrupts before clearing her throat and adding, "Cal does make a good point, you know, Dakota." Before the ceremony, she would have never had the audacity to speak up this way, but things had changed. The witch couldn't feel more comfortable. And to further express this comfort level, she allows a smirk to play over her face before pouting.

"I was kinda hoping to get a window seat, but I'll find it in my heart to let it slide if I get a few pretzels." Alayna then turns to the girl next to Dakota, putting her hand up in a friendly hello.

“Alayna!” Calypso turned at the sound of her new friend’s voice, and raised her hand in greeting. “You’ll have to take the middle seat, yeah… sorry. Early birds get the worm, y’know? Caleb was the earliest bird of all, so at least you don’t have to deal with any manspreading.” She winked, and then caught sight of Alayna’s bags. “Oh, here! Let me take those… I cast a strength spell on myself earlier, don’t think it’s worn off yet.” With the effort one might use to lift a cup, Calypso lifted Alayna’s bags into the air and placed them gently into the trunk. She smiled and gave a thumbs-up to Alayna. “Go ahead and hop in. I have some scents up in the front seat, so the cigarette smell should go away soon enough. Just maybe… hold your breath.”

Alayna laughed a little at that. "You're right. I probably got off easy." She looks over at Caleb then, mouthing a silent, "sorry", in case she'd taken the joke further than she could. Although the boy had always given her the impression of being easy going the few times they'd spoken, so she probably had nothing to worry about. After her bags were taken care of, she thanks Calypso for her help with a thumbs-up of her own and gets into the car, looking out the window at the main house. A morbid thought occurs to her then, that perhaps this might be the last time she will ever see it; however, she immediately stops questioning her fate and looks away and at her new group of friends. This is what's important now, what she has before her. Whatever they are about to face, whatever they are about to do, they'll do it together. And with that self-assurance, she smiles to herself before laying her head back against the seat.

With everyone now in the car, Calypso wandered to the front seat and hopped in her car. She turned the keys in the ignition, took her sweet time adjusting her mirrors, and tightened her seat belt. Safety first! “Everyone good back there? All buckled up? Going to the city’ll be fun for all you country bumpkins, I’m sure, but we have to arrive alive first!”

”Yeah we’re good…” Iris said from the window seat by Alayna, rummaging through her pocket for the CD she had. ”Here, I packed some music, pop that in and just uh pick something, get some taste in this bitch.” She said reaching up to the front of the Jeep handing it to either one of the two up front who’d grab it first.

Calypso grabbed it, and took a look at the song list. She narrowed her eyes, furrowed her brows, and then chuckled. She had no idea that Iris was such a hipster! Even though Calypso considered herself a music person, she hadn’t heard of any of the bands or songs on this list. She shook her head, and handed the CD back to Iris. “Nah. No way. We’re listening to…” Calypso thumbed through her CDs, frowning, “some Dolly!” She popped the CD into the player, and it started to play Jolene.

”Uh, what the heck’s that…” Iris’ music taste clearly didn’t line up with Calypso’s. ”Gross. We’re doing mine next.” She joked. She didn’t actually mind listening to something she cared not even an atom for, but she wasn’t gonna do it all the way to whatever place Baltimore was in. ”Calypso, you poor thing…” She jabbed at the girl a bit, did this cubic bus driving girl even know decent music?

“No we’re not!” Calypso said cheerily, glancing at Iris in the rearview mirror. There was no way she was listening to Iris’s hipster swill. If she wanted to listen to her own music, she could’ve driven, damnit! “Next up is some good old-fashioned Taylor Swift. If you have any problems with that, feel free to hitch a ride in David's truck. Now, if we’re all good…”

With that, Calypso stepped on it, and began to drive down the dirt road of the mountainside, pulling away from the coven house.
At the last minute Caleb remembered to put on his seat belt, clicking it into place as the car rumbled gently along. He felt a rush of something, probably adrenaline, rush through his body at the thought of going on his first ever mission. Even if it was with boring vampires. Turning in his seat, a wide grin spread across his face as he glanced between the three girls crowded into the back. Bringing a closed fist to his mouth, he feigned a ‘clearing my throat before an important presentation ’ cough before sitting as upright as he possibly could. “Okay ladies and…gentleme- well, just me I guess. As the official representative of the passenger seat, it is my duty to make sure you’re sufficiently entertained for the duration of this car journey…” He paused for unnecessary effect before continuing.

“If you’ll make sure you’re tightly fastened in, Kota has kindly provided us with snacks which I encourage you to eat before she does.” Sticking his tongue playfully out at the girl in question, he quickly reached over to grab another pretzel from the bag. “Normally my favourite is 21 questions but I think we should play a good ol’ fashioned game of truth or car-contained dare. Followed by an unbearably loud sing-along to Swifty of course.” Focusing his attention back towards the front, he moved to look at Calypso, raising his eyebrows questioningly at her. “What dya think? Truth or dare is nearly as good as telling fortunes right?”

The yellow Jeep winded down the dirt mountain road, and the coven house disappeared behind the tall, green maple trees of the forest. Despite the sunny day, the road was slick with mud. It had rained last night, Calypso remembered vaguely from waking up to go to the bathroom and hearing the sounds of rain pattering against the roof. Calypso was internally hoping there weren’t any potholes to drive over or anything like that- she really didn’t want to have to unstick her car or anything. When Caleb began to talk, she turned down the music to where their voices could be easily heard over it. She listened to Caleb’s speech, amused, and giggled.

“Someone hit me with a pretzel,” she commanded, but didn’t hold out her hand for one. No way was she going to drive one-handed! “Truth or dare is an… alright car game, I guess! Better than ‘I Spy’. Although dares’ll be hard. Hm. I’ll go first!” Calypso kept her eyes steadily trained on the road as she spoke. She was driving at a steady 25 miles per hour down the mountain, only a few of the other cars behind her. “And I’ll go for… hm. Alayna, you’ve been awfully quiet. Truth or dare, roomie?”

This one would be easier! Calypso grinned at Alayna in the rearview mirror, and cocked her head.. “Truth. Alrighty.” Should she go hard, or should go soft? Calypso didn’t know much about Alayna, so would any more probing questions be met with anger? But she did want to actually know something about Alayna. So she went for an in-betweener. “What makes you the happiest?” she asked, confident that that was a safe one.

Her eyes pop open at the sound of her name being called, always having been a light sleeper. "Huh?" is the first thing that comes out of Alayna's mouth before her mind catches up to the question asked. She knew she would pay for the lack of sleep and can only pray that her mouth hadn't been open. "Uh truth, I guess," the witch replies, biting her lip nervously. Truth or dare had never been her favorite game to play, much preferring to be on the sidelines watching how things around her progress quietly. The mischievous glint in her friend's eye also isn't helping the situation, and the girl can't help but squirm a little in her seat.

This one would be easier! Calypso grinned at Alayna in the rearview mirror, and cocked her head.. “Truth. Alrighty.” Should she go hard, or should go soft? Calypso didn’t know much about Alayna, so would any more probing questions be met with anger? But she did want to actually know something about Alayna. So she went for an in-betweener. “What makes you the happiest?” she asked, confident that that was a safe one.

Once the actual question reveals itself, Alayna can't hold back her sigh of relief. It isn't an easy one to answer, but at least it isn't too personal. She takes some time to think about it, reaching over to steal a pretzel from Dakota's bag before she speaks.

"Being able to spend time with my dad." She surprises herself with her honesty at first but shakes it off. What were they going to do, make fun of her? Besides, she’s had years to accept that her childhood consisted of the best and happiest moments of her life so far, and that it is thanks to one person. "It was easier as a kid to be close to him but lately he's been really busy and when we do get the time, it's mostly just spent on witch-related stuff and, well... not," us" stuff. I've never been all that close with my mom either so there's that."

Alayna then gives them a moment to process her words and react before continuing, attempting to draw attention away from herself for a bit.

"What about you?" She blinks. "I-If that's okay?".

Calypso kept her eyes on the road while Alayna spoke, but fully paid attention. They were still winding down the mountain road, but getting closer and closer. The town was visible if you looked down the mountainside. “Deep,” she remarked, and laughed. “Good answer. Seriously. As for me… some boba tea will do it! And maybe a good rom-com.” She grinned. She hadn’t quite been expecting something so deep off of Alayna, but she couldn’t say she was disappointed. She hadn’t realized that her new friend was so close to her family. “Now, it’s your turn!”

"Oh right, it's still my turn, isn't it?" Alayna asks, placing a hand on her chin in mock concentration, "How about youuuu...Caleb! Truth or dare?"

Caleb, who had at some point undone his seatbelt, was now fully turned towards the back, hands clutching on the headrest as he watched the other witches. “Nice question Cal!” He nodded enthusiastically, grinning when Alayna decided it was his turn. “Well, seeing as you just went for truth, I guess I’ll go dare!”

Alayna takes her seat belt off, twisting in her seat to reach behind her to grab her duffle bag. Opening one pocket, she takes out the bag of cheese puffs there and tries to hand it to Caleb in the front seat.

"I dare you to stuff as much as this as you can in your mouth, without choking and dying, of course."

”Wow, the fuck.”

“Oh, that’s an easy one. I’ll have you know I’m a chubby bunny champion!” The corners of his mouth pulled up into a small smile as he reached his hand towards Alayna, gently taking the bag of cheese puffs from her. Opening it up, and accidentally spilling a couple on the floor, he shot Calypso an apologetic look before beginning to cram as many as possible into his mouth. Although somewhat messy, the teen was known for having a near endless appetite, and only stopped when he could barely take breath. “Ook aht ow any I ot n ere!” He mumbled incoherently before eventually managing to swallow the mouthful of food. “That was fun!” Caleb chirped, before his gaze strayed over to Iris. “Guess it’s your turn then…truth or dare?”

”Okay uh, truth.”

“Truth. Hm, okay…” Caleb paused for thought, munching idly on another cheese puff. “Alright I’ve got one!” A mischievous smile flashed across his face as he leaned closer towards the witch. “Do you have a crush on anyone in the coven? Elders included.” He laughed at the last part, shaking his head. “Well, not really...unless you do?” His eyebrows raised questioningly at her whilst he waited for an answer.

Well shit.

Crushes? Really?! On the surface Iris wasn’t really bothered but deep down she was somewhat panicking. She anticipated something like “Fuck-Marry-Kill” or whatever Alayna said, nevermind telling them about Dakota…

”Well, hmm… Now that I think about it, yeah, I guess there is.” She said airheadedly. ”Now I guess it’s Calypso’s turn. Hm…” She awkwardly tried to speed past getting asked about who since they were literally in the car.

”I dunno, I give up.“

Dakota, who had been keenly listening the whole time, leaned in. ”Woah, woah, woah, you’re gonna let her dodge the question like that?" She raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin on her face. ”Not sure whatever kind of wussy backwater state you guys have grown up in, but where I come from, you gotta finish what you started." She leaned over Alayna’s lap, looking in on Iris. ”Come on, spill the tea. Who is it? Are they older? She wiggled her eyebrows. ”You better dish out the dirt to the rest of us common folk."

”Define older.”

”Like, old old. Elder old."

”Ew. The fuck.”

”Well, if they’re not older, that means they’re our age!” Dakota leaned over poor Alayna’s lap, resting her elbows on her legs, propping her chin up with her hands. ”Spill the beans! Who is it? Stop dodging the question!"

”Know what, Kota? How about I tell you when there aren’t other people in the car, cool?” This was making Iris just a little nervous.

“Ooooh, Iris has a crush!” Calypso shouted, enamored with the conversation. “Spill the beans, girl. Who is it? Is it Charlie? Hana? Summer? It’s gotta be someone we know.”

”I’m- not into guys, you know…” Did they though? Iris wasn’t exactly known for this cutesy love stuff, it was probably obvious by now with the way she never looked at a guy in any enamored way, but it was still a tad awkward talking about it here...How in the fuck do you get into and out of this one?

“Iris, just say it!” Calypso urged, and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. She had a gleeful, mischievous smile on her face. “Everything said in the Jeep stays in the Jeep. Promise.”

”Yeah!” Dakota said in agreement. ”We won’t say a word to anybody outside of this vehicle, promise."She held up her crossed fingers. ”Oh, shit, is it Jean-Luc? I can see it now, you two making potions together, all romantic...ooh, doesn’t Kate like potions too? So many options..."

“She just said she doesn’t like guys, dumbass.”

”Oh, right.” Dakota rolled her eyes. ”Listen, Curly, as long as it isn’t Summer, we’re all cool.”

“What if the person… is in this car?! Oh my God, is it me?” Calypso gasped, now entirely wrapped up in trying to find out who it was. “Nah. I bet Iris likes Rebecca. She seems like she’d be into dead people.”

”Callie, you gotta understand, nobody likes you,” Dakota said, sticking her tongue out. ”If Iris was gonna have the hots for somebody in this car, it would be me, obviously!” Dakota struck a flamboyant pose, before running her hand through her hair, obviously joking.

“First of all, fuck you, my first grade ex-boyfriend would disagree with you, second of all, it could be Alayna!” Calypso threw a pretzel at Dakota’s head from behind her back.

“I highly doubt that,” Alayna interrupts then while also rubbing her thigh where Dakota’s elbows had been, “Iris, you don’t have to say who it is if you don’t want to.” Somehow coming to the other’s defense feels right, especially if it turns out that she is the object of her admiration. It saves her from reacting in a way that may hurt her.

“You don’t have to but I’m totally gonna think it’s Sister Deborah if not.” Caleb teased lightly, gaze passing over those gathered in the back. “But for real, if you’re not ready to tell anyone that’s cool.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, not really having expected her to actually name names. “Anyway I’m sure we can all agree that Brother Lucien is the hottest member of the coven. All that grey hair and lack of emotions...damn!” The teen joked playfully, flourishing a hand so that the bag of cheese puffs slowly floated over to Iris.

”I…” She wasn’t sure how to go about this conversation. ”Not here… Iris clearly wasn’t alright with saying anything in front of this many people, and she normally didn’t get rattled like this. She laid back in the seat and just gazed out the window awkwardly thinking about how to do this. She still reached into the cheese puffs and catched the bag, resting it in her own lap. Her head was a bit messy, so she popped in earbuds to listen to something on her phone as she contemplated an idea…





What followed was awkward silence. For an hour. After Iris’s weird avoidance of the question (which made Calypso think that whoever she liked was in the car), everyone went quiet. So Calypso turned up the music and drove. They got off the mountain road, drove through Bluebrook, and emerged onto the freeway. She would quietly sing along to a tune occasionally, and had to switch the CD once, but other than that the car was mostly quiet. Occasionally, someone would try to interrupt the silence with a cracked joke or a question, but they were quiet for the most part. Most of everybody in the car silently browsed their phones, read a book, or stared out the window at the passing scenery. Soon enough, Calypso could see their exit in sight. She gulped.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t scared. It was just a tickle of nervousness at the back of her brain, sure, but it was still there. She had never really fought anything before. Unless you counted her friends during “hardcore magical Capture the Flag”, which had never ever gone well. This would certainly be an experience. But after a few minutes stuck in her own head, Calypso didn’t quite want to worry herself into oblivion, so she spoke up.

“Everybody ready and excited for a bit of vampire hunting?” she asked the car, nervousness clear in her voice. She glanced in the rearview mirror and flashed a smile, at least. “Hopefully we’ll be done quick, at least.”

”We should probably talk about how we’re gonna do this, right?” Iris asked.

"Yeah, that's sort of what I meant? Like, we could talk strategy maybe," Calypso respondedd

”I brought a book with vamp stuff in it, and a knife and some garlic, won’t kill them but they won’t like it much either.” She had that book for a while, it finally came in handy.

“Well, you know me. Firegirl and all,” Alayna added, “Although I do have a backup in case that doesn’t work out for whatever reason.” She feels for said backup hanging around her neck, her stomach twisting like a riptide in a thunderstorm. At least, by the tone of Caly’s voice, she isn’t the only one who is a little afraid.

“Can I be real with you guys for a second here? Considering that we already...you know...lost two witches because of this same group we’re after, doesn’t it seem weird that 9 of us rookies are being sent out with so little knowledge of what’s to come?” Alayna stops here, suddenly unsure if she should have said what she had. Still, it is too late to take back her words now and all she can do is wait for her question to sink in.

”Well, Deb never really had her head on straight anyway…” Iris joked. ”I guess we should bet on dying, best case, we’re wrong, worst case we, we’re prepared to do something about it.”

Calypso’s mouth hung open in shock. She hadn’t expected them all to just be so disrespectful towards the elders! This was a time-honored tradition. “You guys!” she admonished, and turned into the exit. The skyline of Baltimore loomed close. “I can’t believe you would even say that. Sister Deborah and all the elders know what they’re doing. I’m pretty sure that if these rookie missions regularly killed witches, they wouldn’t have us go on them. She said it was only a couple vampires. It’s not a big deal. Every single initiate ever has went on one of those. Your parents, Alayna; my mom; your dad, Kota… we’ll all be fine. Don’t be so negative. We have plenty of information. I’m pretty sure we’ll know a vampire when we see one, you guys.”

”They can be pretty hard to spot unless you’re staring at them, and that’s weird.”

Alayna cringes inwardly at Iris's words about them dying but still smiles somewhat at the irony of them having thought the same about their coven head. While she would love to believe that everything was going to be all fine and dandy, considering it is the same Sister Deborah that sent two of their fellow witches to die it is hard to have the same complete faith that Calypso does. Still, she supposes there isn’t much she can do about any of this other than to trust her friends and her abilities.
“I just hope we’re not too late.”

”I brought a golem and a sharp thing so we’ve got friends, we can laugh in Deb’s little face when we get back.”

Calypso shook her head. They didn’t get it, clearly. She had always had complete faith in their leaders, in the power of witches, so to hear it so clearly disregarded by her friends was baffling. How could they think that? “Nuh-uh. You guys are wrong, everything will work out! Just watch. We’re gonna have an awesome first mission. We just maybe need to do a bit of… strategizing!”

”It’s important to do our best, but it’s important to win too.” Iris added, quoting Lord Shaxx from the back.

Calypso sighed. It was clear that she wasn’t going to win this argument. Some of her fellow teens were just anti-authority, and she couldn’t fix that! They’d learn, though. Everything would go well. The elders knew what they were doing! If they said it wouldn’t be hard, fighting vampires wouldn’t be hard. Calypso kept driving, a silence settling over the car in the wake of their small disagreement. So she cranked up the music. Taylor Swift blasted for the next half an hour as they drove down the freeway.




Eventually, the Baltimore skyline came into view. Skyscrapers stretched up, touching the sky. Calypso didn’t seem too impressed, unlike some of the country bumpkins in the car might’ve been. “Look, guys!” she said, enthused, and took a hand off the wheel to point at the skyline. “We’re here! In Baltimore! Home of the Ravens. And vampires, apparently.” She giggled at her terrible joke.

It took an additional 15 minutes to drive to their hotel. Calypso’s Jeep weaved its way through the city, finally parking at an unassuming little La Quinta Inn. They were the first to get there. It… wasn’t a nice hotel, perse, but it was good enough! The coven only had so much money, Calypso reminded herself. The hotel was in an alright spot in Baltimore, although still well within mugging territory. They parked and stepped out of the car.

“Alright, you guys!” Calypso said, cheerily, and pulled out the folder, which had somehow acquired a sun sticker in the past three hours. “We’re here. Our rooms are…” She flipped open the folder, going to the hotel page. “204 and 205! I think the intent was that guys take one room and girls the other? That’s just common sense, though! Anyways…” Calypso opened the trunk and immediately went for the duffel bag full of guns and her suitcase. “We’ll probably need to illusion the bags with the guns and stuff. And, like, use a lot of illusions to get in and out… but it’s a La Quinta. So. And… there’s a pool! That’s cool. And free continental breakfast… anyways! Race you guys!”
And with that, Calypso cast a quick spell on her bag and dashed to the check-in desk, taking off through the parking lot.








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