Damycles

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Interactions: Mainly Edict, a bit with Britney at the end

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Flower's and Canvasses
Late Evening

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The feeling of cold steel pressed against my head. It's not surprising. It's honestly... a little too familiar. This is your fault. I don't care. Like I said, I'm prepared for this. But as I close my eyes and prepare for the agonizing feeling of having your skull being caved in from a subsonic round fired at point blank range... Nothing.

That was fast. But... wait. I can still think. I'm not dead.

That's when it hits me. Red. So much red. All of my view painted in nothing but red, fire, and regret. I don't want to see this. I never wanted to see any of this. A bit late for that now. Just sit back and enjoy the show.

It all flashes before my eyes in an instant. Moments, people, feelings, all of it. I can almost feel my brain overheating from it all. I wouldn't be surprised if it was dripping out of my nose by now. And yet, I can't look away. Not yet. Not until it's all done.

You know, you two might have more in common than you'd to admit. All that guilt for things that don't involve you. All that drive... for things you know will kill you.

And then. It's over. Whatever link there was is violently cut and I feel my soul getting hit by a truck as it gets sent back into my own body at mach speeds. Fuck. Did they see it? The eye color, it must've shifted. Steady breaths, that's what I need to do right now. Don't make any sudden movements, don't make any changes in your expression. If you do it'll only draw attention to it.

I look around. I see. Thankfully the gun caught everyone's eyes. Great timing.

Hm... looks like the vote's going in our favor.

Each person's response, each person's words, I take it all in, one at a time. Not my intention but, at the very least it gives me an idea of where everyone stands with me. Who I can talk to. Who I can't.

I would've had this all under control if you let me. Not without a few bullets you fucking psycho. It would've been more efficient.

Regardless, this is fi-

Then Drake steps forward, and for the first time in my entire life I watch this man... defend me? Defend's a strong word. Strong enough when compared to what he'd usually do. Maybe he has a voice in his head too. Or maybe I'm just getting lucky today... The meeting's finally getting back on track. Finally.

My eyes settle on Auri as she begins to explain information I already know. Still, so that's the extent of what she has huh? No mention of the cult, or the other ones, not to mention the remnants of that fucking group. Yeah... I glance for a moment towards Eve. It's less than a second as I realize I probably shouldn't but I did it anyway. Small town. Really small...
*chck*

I glance back towards Eve again but what greets me is a flying payload of deadly force coming my way. I reach out a hand, catch it, and then look back over to see where the gun that's suppose to be attached to this thing is but that's when I'm greeted by a different sight.

Grayson. He's walking over here, and he's not even trying to pretend he's changed. And he's trying to pull the same shit he did years ago. A warm feeling. I'm sure that's how it must feel to most of them, but to me it's like feeling rat trying to claw it's way into your brain. A warm rat, but still a rat.

"Well, I mean... Great pitch Kali. You wanna help us now?" Grayson says to me.

He's acting confident. A little too confident. Just like ten years ago. Seems like he's forgotten a few things. Slow, deliberate, steps. He thinks we don't know that playbook. It's a power-play. Textbook. He wants to play this game. He's still trying to get in. It'll be harder than last time. We should teach him a lesson. Not now, he's not vulnerable yet.

Eventually, he gets close, walking up to me with that empty pistol in his hands holding it out like he's trying to feed a stray dog. I will admit, he's certainly always been impressive in the sheer amount of disrespect he can convey through physicality alone.

"You really wanna help these people? Help us? You'll fly back to Quantico, or whatever pit they keep your unnatural ass in, and you'll make up a big fucking story about how you didn't see shit, you didn't hear shit, you didn't find a fucking thing in St. Portwell. Now take your gun and fuck off." Grayson says to me as he drops the gun.

Wordlessly, I catch it, reload the magazine, and stow it away back to where it belongs in the holster hidden inside my jacket.

I swear I'm going to tear that boy's brain apart... Not now, we need an open-

And that's when Britney Williams shows up. It doesn't take his emotional field changing for me to know what's going on. Grayson's face says it all. And that's all I need to strike.

The wall goes down in less than a millisecond. He finally gets his in... but so do I. Grayson's abstraction, it's a familiar one. Easy to take in. Easy to use. Easy to weaponize. He always uses it to smooth things over. That warm fuzzy feeling is his way of making people do what he wants. I'm not here for that right now though. I'm here to send a message.

I stand up, walk towards the man. I can see it all. The Screaming. The shaking hands reaching for a gun that isn't there. The shivering of his spine as his fight or flight instinct kicks into overdrive. That accelerated heart-rate. It's all there for me like an open book. He fancies himself a hunter. A creature of the night stalking through the woods of everyone's subconscious. He's still not used to being hunted. As I get closer, close enough to whisper into his ear that cold dead hand I've sent into his soul slowly starts to squeeze.

"What's wrong Grayson? You're slipping." I whisper to him, not even bothering to look at him as I do so.

"You heard the vote. I'm here to stay. But I'll give you a friendly tip. Everyone else isn't on their radar... but you. I suggest you behave yourself. None of us want trouble here, do you understand?" I whisper to him before putting the walls up again, cutting off the connection instantly.

I don't spend any more time on him. That interaction was enough, I have other things to worry about.

That's when I turn to Britney, walk over to where most of the other people are in the group to blend a bit more with the crowd and say, "I almost thought you wouldn't show up. Still, you seem to be doing well."

Welcome to Vradia

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Hm... Seems like they're friendly. Friendly enough. They're not making any threatening movements. They're relaxed. Maybe a little too relaxed all things considered but that's not my problem.

I nudged Ash forward towards the group. Might as well introduce myself properly at any rate. As I get closer my eyes begin to squint. Bloody hell, kid wasn't lying. Red hair really is a looker, though so is that other fella they're with... honestly the kid probably would be a looker too if she wasn't young enough to be my younger sister. Are all of 'em pretty? That's when my eyes glance over towards Torsten. Ah, that's a rugged face alright. Least I'm not too out of place.

Eventually, when I'm within a meter or two of the group, still on Ash, I move to take off my helm. Not only to get a better look at 'em but so they can get a decent look at me as well. Only courtesy.

"Well... all t' myself ey? Rather generous aren' you?" I say to the short white haired one. I catch a glimpse of the pheasant they have. Not a bad catch. "And I think I'll take you up on that offer then. It'll save me a bit've coin on the supplies I'll need for the trip back anyway."

I then turn my head towards the rest of the group, flashing them one of my signature grins that will definitely get me on their good side. Never failed once... Except the times it did but those don't count.

"Name's Rock. Just Rock. Wanderin' blade fer hire but I've got as good've a pedigree as any other sellsword you'll come across I can assure you that much." I say. Red hair does look like she's in the money... might as well see if I can snag another contract while I'm here.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Mentions: Everyone at location

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Flower's and Canvasses
Late Evening

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Not an unexpected response. If anything, I was expecting more violence. Still, if these people have something to hide I guess it isn't worth fighting the government over it... yet. My eyes then look over towards the spot where Alizée used to be sitting. They might be an exception. I'll have to look into that later, but not now. They weren't part of the inner circle even in the original coven so there's no real point to it now. Besides, Eksa did give me an in. Not a massive one but I had this story prepared for a reason.

I let out a sigh as I then begin to say, "Well, you're not entirely wrong," looking over to Eksa before addressing the crowd at large again, "They don't know about... this" I sweep my hand across to gesture to the store at large, "At least not yet."

"Ordinarily a string of seemingly unconnected murders like this wouldn't catch our eye... but that's the thing. They're not seemingly unconnected." I say before taking out from one of my other inner jacket pockets the pictures of the wolf statues. "With this much we at least know it's the same person, or organization. Some highly motivated entity that's not only acting across state lines but also across international ones" I say pointing to the location written on one of the pictures of the wolf statue, "Halfway across the globe. Of course the government wouldn't jump the gun and go magic must exist but this pattern of mass killings with little to no evidence left behind does have some similarities to mass spy purges we've dealt with in the past. Sometimes the Russians even left calling cards like this to throw us off the scent."

I put the photos away before looking at Drake and saying, "The main point is, it set off a few red flags, especially since all of the victims seemed to have been active in this little area of Oregan during a specific period of time and the statues were all carved out of Sycamore native to this region." after which I then look to the crowd again, "What I'm getting at here is... If it weren't for me this entire town would currently be under mass surveillance. No camera would be safe, your phones are laughably easy to tap, cellphones especially, your internet browsing habits would be the NSA's playground, and a good deal of you would likely be tailed just to make sure you're not an out of state actor on the run. You would have no privacy, you would be under constant scrutiny... and the original plan was to also use you all as bait to draw Father Wolf out. The main reason they're not doing that is because I convinced them it would be easier if they just let me handle it. Less noise. Less potential for public backlash. I have enough of a... history with these types of cases that they're willing to give me, and by extension, all of you some time."

I then walk over to a chair, turn it so my back is facing a wall that doesn't lead into any other buildings and sit down. Wait- why am I sitting down? Well, this doesn't exactly impose an image of... power... but whatever.

"The main thing I'm trying to get across here is that I'm the nice option. I can go back but that doesn't mean they're going to stop. The people who will come to replace me I can one hundred percent assure you are far worse and far more willing to use those guns we have" I say looking to Everleigh with that statement. "They're going to find out about us. Especially since I know you're not exactly known for... subtlety" I say looking to Drake, "And I'm sure you don't want to find out what might happen when they do."

Alright, that should freak them out enough to at least get on board with me sticking aro-

"And you can do whatever the hell you want to me."

What?

"Throw me out, beat the ever living crap out of me, hell... You could even kill me" I say before reaching into my inner holster and taking out from it... my gun. Glock-19, gen 5, just as solid an weighty as it always is in that disgusting sort of way. I place it in front of me using a free chair and turn it so the barrel is faced right at me, no one else.

What the hell are you- Shut up we're doing this my way now.

"The safety's on and there isn't a bullet in the chamber but it's not a complicated mechanism to figure out." I say before looking over to Drake in particular, "Use it, if you really think I'm too dangerous. I came here fully prepared for that. If anything" I can't help letting out a slight laugh before saying this one, "It'd make things easier." but I manage to cut myself off before I went in too deep.

Come on Kali. Now's not the time for that... Deep breath. Breath in. Breath out. Look at the crowd. You're working from a place of weakness. Let them know that.

"My job is to find Father Wolf and if I think he's a threat to the state then my job is to deal with him. It doesn't matter how. If you want to kill him..." I say looking over to Linqian, "Fine by me. If you want to brutalize him and then kill him" I say looking over to Drake, "Also fine. If you want to stuff him in a barrel full of concrete and dump him in the lake..., I say looking at Grayson, "I wouldn't recommend it, it's not as discreet as you might think especially with the metal fishing trend going on these days but... that's not my problem so knock yourself out."

I then lean my back against the chair. Funny... right now I'm probably in the most danger I've ever been on a mission in my entire life and yet, it's nice. I'm fully relaxed.

"I'm not here to boss you all around. I'm not here to give orders and make you do dangerous things on my behalf that you might not want to do. I can do my own job, with, or without you." I say before looking towards ever single person individually as I talk, "I'm here to find the bastard that's killing us, keep this place from becoming another warzone, and even though this isn't part of my job I consider this the most important part... keeping all of you alive." I say as my gaze lands on Auri.

"The government doesn't want to help any of you. Truthfully, they couldn't give a shit if any of you were dead or alive by the end of all this. But I'm not them. Despite of the years..." I say before my gaze instinctively looks over towards Simone, "Despite everything... I still care. Not just about the people I was close with, but about everyone. Even if most of you probably don't."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

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Auri Auclair.

Interactions: Everyone Still at the location

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Flower's and Canvasses
Late Evening

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There was a moment of silence, as Auri took a step back and sat on the edge of the table.

“And what is all of this you have access to?” Auri said as you tilted her head. “I know it's better this way, but you have to remember that we aren’t… Normal. A lot of people would have trouble working with the government. Because of that.”

She sighed,

“What I am asking is that you should have at least talked to me beforehand.”

Kali looked away for a moment. It was less than a second but that sharpness in his gaze lightened up ever so slightly before returning stronger than it was before.

“That would’ve broken protocol” he says, like a machine reading from a script, “And I get that Auri... but they’re going to be under increased scrutiny whether they like it or not.” he says before lowering his voice for the next part “They may all be potential victims, but they’re also potential suspects. We’re not kids anymore. This is something all of us are going to have to deal with, whether we want to or not, so better to deal with me than anyone else.”

Auri turned away, awkwardly rubbing her arm. She glanced at the door, “... You never answered my first question; what resources do you have?”

“Information, weapons, and most of all...” he says before glancing towards the part of his inner jacket where his badge is stored “legitimacy. As long as I’m here we can look around and make moves without people questioning us.”

“There has to be more to this,” Auri started, “Now I am not Anti-Government, but the FBI is not going to hand us all of this on a silver platter.”

“Well, okay the weapons are a bit of a stretch.” he says somewhat reluctantly, his eyes look away suddenly for some reason, brow furrowing but the small interruption was rectified as quickly as it came. “But, as for the rest of that, think of it less as the FBI giving us all of this and more, me giving you all of this.”

His hand moves into his jacket again to once again take out the badge as he says, “The Portwell PD respects this thing. A lot of people fear this thing just as much as they respect this thing. And I’ve been around situations like these enough times to at least have a decent idea on how to approach it with that kind of reputation in mind.”

“Look…” Auri said, “I want to leave it up to the group to decide. A vote. But please let me know next time!” Her tone went from neutral back to her chipperly tone.

There was a moment of silence. Slowly, gradually, the expression began to soften.

“Alright.” he says, relenting with a shrug as he rubbed his temples for a moment, “But I don’t know if we have time to figure this out democratically. We don’t know when the perpetrator is going to strike next. Joining together right now, it’s not even about the greater good, it's about our survival.”

“And they probably already figured that out,” Auri said, sticking her tongue out, “You weren’t here to see all the fights, correct? I doubt anyone would have shown up if the circumstances were any different.” She laughed.

He gives a nod before looking towards the doorway they both came from.

“Maybe… but you saw them just now. That’s not a coven, I wouldn’t even call it a team.” He says crossing his arms, “I’m not saying everyone doesn’t understand the stakes… but I have a feeling they still don’t realize those stakes apply to them as well. The atmosphere would be different if they were all afraid of something, together.”

“Well…” Auri trailed off, “I really can’t do anything about that.” She shrugged with a smile on her face.

“What can you do when you can’t do anything?” She raised an eyebrow.

Kali’s eyes closed for a moment as he took in a deep breath before saying “You do what you can.” Then after a brief moment of pause he’d say, “We should head back… at the very least I should get everyone else on the same page.”

“I’ll let you explain.”

He’d give a nod, making his way towards the doorway, opening it, and walking back inside the main room where everyone else was gathered. Immediately, his eyes seemed to scan over everyone that was present, never stopping for more than a second over their face with the exception of Luca who he just gave a small nod of acknowledgement to and Simone who he... well he didn’t look at her for long, hopefully.

Still, eventually his eyes would settle, not on a person, but a space. A turned over folding chair. Someone was sitting there. White hair... average height and build... that description... Alizée. It hasn’t been that long since they went into the back room. It was at that moment that Kali’s eyes looked over everyone again. He saw them enough to at least remember their positions before he was dragged away and now he was checking to see the differences.

But in the end, whatever questions were being raised were for another time. Right now, he has a situation to control.

Once more, Kali walked towards the center of the room. Slow, deliberate, and very noticeable steps.

“Well, it seems most of us are still here. Good. There’s a lot I have to explain about this and I’d rather do it now than later.” he’d say before giving a small pause to see how everyone would react.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

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Why did I let her do this? I should've refused. They were surprised, shocked, some of them might have gone violent but that was an opportunity to take control of the situation whilst they don't have time to think. They're disorganized, far from a cohesive unit, and a bit of shock and awe was probably exactly what they needed to get a functioning dynamic again for what's to come. And yet... when she gave me that look I just followed along Like a goddamn idiot.

Just like old times right? Shut it. I'll fix this...

I let out a sigh pressing a hand up against the temples of my forehead before saying to her "Smarter, maybe. For me." looking her dead in the eyes once again. Focus... don't get distracted. The past is the past. You don't owe her anything anymore...

"Think about it. If anyone else besides me was sent to handle this you probably wouldn't even know they exist. They would've watched you from a distance, recorded your movements, tapped your phones, tracked your internet usage, intercepted all lines of communication, and eventually... once they realize exactly what we all are, the plans would change." I say, intentionally not elaborating on how those plans would change.

"Basically, I'm giving you all a chance. Work with me, officially, at least until this father wolf mess is figured out. I can give you access to the information I have, the resources I have access to, and most importantly, the knowledge you're going to need to keep yourselves out've some very threatening crosshairs. Because if any of you slip up right now Headquarters is going to be sending backup here and trust me... my co-workers are way more ruthless than I am." I say, driving the point home. None of it is a lie, technically, but it's not the whole truth. Still, it's as much as she needs to know. As much as any of them needs to know.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

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PRA St. Portwell Housing Block, Kali's Apartment
Early Morning

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"So the paperwork's done? Good."
"No. No I don't think any of them would question it enough to actually make an inquiry right away but you can never be too careful, especially with them."
"Yes, I know..."
"I know what the main goal is but if we can kill a few more birds with one stone then I might as well right?"
"Look, I know it doesn't look apparent now but I'm sure that whoever is committing these murders probably has a connection to the snake as well."
"Yes... yes it's that... instinct of mine."
You mean me.
Shut up.
"I know, I'll be as a discreet as I can, and once again, thank you Ma'am, I won't disappoint."

As the line cuts off I feel gravity begin to take me as I fall backwards onto the very mattress I had just spent the entirety of my morning's effort convincing myself to get up from. Hah... and here I thought I was more disciplined than this now. Today really is bringing back all sorts of things from the past. Things I missed, things I wish I could forget, things I thought I had burned away from myself forever- and things you don't want to acknowledge.

You're talkative today.
Should I not be? It's funny every time I hear it. How you're using me as the discreet option to find the original.
I'm not using you I'm using the connection that you have.
It's all the same isn't it?
No it's not.
You're right. If it was my way we would've just burnt the whole place down until we hit the right spot.
This is why we don't go with your ideas.
You can't deny it would be easier. Way easier than... this.

I look over towards my bedside table. Laying on it, the envelope that damn letter arrived in. I can still see the seal from here. Letting out a sigh I turn my entire body on my side just to keep myself from looking any longer. It's right. I know. And yet, I'm still going to do this anyway.

I stare up towards the ceiling. A blank space. An empty void. Nothing to bother me, nothing to drive me forward, nothing to push or pull me in any direction at all. World where I am truly left alone. But I can't keep staring at this forever. I've tried. I've tried so many times but in the end the world can't help but drag me back out. Can't help but continue to push and pull me wherever they please. Kicking. Screaming. Crying. Shouting. It really makes you want to-

Stop.

I push it down. Somewhere deep, somewhere hidden. I can feel it trying to break free but this isn't ten years ago. Time has made me a master of denying my impulses. Even the one that's keeping me chained to this unreasonably comfy bed.

And so, I rise, tearing myself away from the embrace of nothingness as I look at my room once more. The dull reflected light of the sky bleeding through my windows paints the whole room a dull, gentle blue. It's almost as if the world itself is waking up with me. I still can never understand how the commander is able to wake up at this ungodly hours though. Maybe I'm not the only one possessed. But it is an admirable trait, and I should be taking after her example, especially now.

I stand up, let out one of the longest yawns of my life as I stretch out my arms and legs before picking up the letter again, skimming through it once more. My heart-rate begins to subtly increase as I take in a deep breath to steady it. It's been a long time. People change. I've changed, no doubt. In fact I might even be downright unrecognizable to some of these people. So who knows? Maybe things will be fine this time? We've all had time to mature, grow, become more well rounded individuals. Maybe things will be different.

A chill runs through my body.

Maybe things will be... different. I guess I'll just have to see.

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Across the street from Flower's and Canvasses
Late Evening

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What the hell am I doing? Being a creep? Yes, that's EXACTLY what I needed to hear right now! Oh well that wasn't my intention bu-

I send it back down to the depths again as I let out a sigh. A long, beleaguered sigh full of venom that, if it were real, I would ingest right away myself to put me out of my own misery.

Here I am. A grown man. A fully grown human being. An actual adult and I'm here, sitting on a random bench fully dressed in uniform, suit, tie, black on black, trays of food in hand that are probably getting colder by the minute though thankfully I can still feel a bit of warmth, staring at a bunch of other actual adults from across the street through a window like some kind of creep. I really thought I was over this. The coven was supposed to be an old chapter of my life, one that I no longer have to pay attention to because those pages were already read way too many times. And yet the fear remains. That gnawing feeling in my chest remains. And maybe even those undeserved feelings of admiration also remain.

The sun has long since set. The only thing illuminating these streets are the dull barely maintained street lamps that were put here god knows how many years ago to make a symbolic attempt at lighting up these streets at night. Thankfully the one that's supposed to be lighting up my bench is on the fritz. Not surprising. They don't pay the civil engineers enough here to have them check up on these things often enough to keep them fixed. Ordinarily a pretty bad thing but today their underpaid negligence is keeping me in darkness, and with my clothes and skin it's very easy for me to blend into that darkness. So at least I can be a creep without anyone seeing me be a creep.

Keep telling yourself that.
I will.

Still, it looks like whatever meeting they're having in there is coming to a close. Or maybe I'm imagining it. Whatever it is, our window of opportunity is closing, quickly. The world won't let me sit here with my indecision forever.

I get up from the bench. Deep breaths, deep breaths. You got this. Just act natural. You're Kali. They all know Kali. They... know what... that... means.

I swallow as if something was caught in my throat and before I can even have a chance to continue that thought I find myself walking. Steadfast, forward, with a posture that was drilled into me through years of training. I am a machine made of flesh going through a predetermined subroutine, all the way until my hand feels the chill of the metal door knob. That's when the human gets knocked back into the drivers seat. I'm late. Way too late. It's always been too late. But it's fine. It has to be.

The knob turns. The door opens. Light, excruciatingly blinding light, washes over me.

In an instant I'm bombarded with all sorts of voices. Some familiar, others not so much, some pleasant, others disturbing. It's getting out of control again, and it's switching between everyone. Like a broken radio unable to settle on a single channel. Why now? Why here? Why is it always with them!?

Stop!

Deep breaths. Calm thoughts. Push it down. Push it all down. Shut them out, every single one. Don't even let the slightest thing in.

Alright. Now then, judging from the looks on all of their faces I must have just opened the door and stood here with the most intense look I've ever made in my entire life for the past five seconds.

Fuck.

Okay, don't panic. Panicking will only make this worse. Use your legs. You have feet. And with that I walk into the flower shop so I don't stand in the middle of the doorway like an actual psychopath and look towards the gathered crowd properly. Oh god. They really do look like they're just about done here. Fuck- what did I interrupt? What did I miss? I, no, stop don't think about that. Remember, thoughts happen in real time. REAL TIME! You're just standing here. Speak. Say something. Say anything at all.

"Wow- it's... really been that long huh?" I manage to eek out from the depths of my frozen brain. Well, it's a start, but I can't stop here.

"It's... crazy, really. You all look so different. So... very" I catch a glimpse of Talya, "very different..." Holy fucking shit.

That catches me off guard, but the strange snake shaped charcuterie board manages to snap me back to reality as I am very boldly reminded of what I'm holding.

"Oh, and uh... I brought food too. I know I didn't need to but I figured it would be..." I start as I quickly walk over to where that charcuterie was placed to set my own tray down, "nice."

God. They're really all here. This is real. This isn't some kind of fucked up nightmare I'm having like it usually is. The past is here. It's all here. It's all in front of me again. And I'm the idiot who willingly walked into it.

I steel myself, another silent breath, as I once more turn to the crowd as I say "And it really is great to see all of you. Really-" and then my eye catches Simone, "great... to... see... all of you."

What am I doing? Why am I here?

Irregular brainwave activity. Elevated Heart-rate. Hyperventilation. Oh, dilated pupils huh? No. Face it, you're already compromised. No, I can do this. This is fine. No it's not. We both know that. But I- We have a job to do don't we? Relaaaaaax, it's already long past sundown. You can't keep me out even if you wanted to. So give me my turn at the wheel.

One more deep breath as I close my eyes and mutter to myself "Always was shit at small-talk."

I don't really know what expression I was making before. Probably something familiar to all of them. But it's right. I am here for a job. What I need isn't the past. I need to face them with the present.

As I open my eyes the training I've spent years perfecting once again kicks in. The cold, unfeeling, unwavering gaze of scrutiny, and authority that I've used time and time again in many missions past. Empathy has it's place for sure, humanity as well, but when you're dealing people that you know won't cooperate easily, sometimes you have to remind them that it's not the gun on your side they should be afraid about. It's you.

"You know what, I can tell you're all not in the mood for this," I can see it in their eyes, "So I'll cut to the chase."

I start walking. Slowly. Deliberately. Each footstep intentionally made to make sure it was heard as I speak. Making my way towards Auri and as a consequence the central area of the room's focus.

"The murder of Ashley Stone. Portwell PD's latest cold case. You can imagine why they haven't been able to make any headway on it. But... funnily enough, there's enough to suggest that the murderer has been acting over interstate lines, and as such via standard protocol, that case has now since been taken over by the Federal Bureau of Investigation." I say as I begin to reach into my inner jacket pocket.

"Because of this, an agent from the Bureau has been dispatched to head the investigation here. One who has a history of dealing with crimes like this." I say, finally stepping in front of Auri before revealing to her, and everyone else in the process, my badge.

"I am that agent." I say looking Auri directly in the eyes.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Kali Mahendra

"It just keeps turning and turning and turning and turning and turning and..."

_______________________________________________ Kali Mahendra He/Him | 26 | Indian | 5'11 | 180lnbs(?) (Think of it as a rough estimate honestly) _______________________________________________ Lost _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I hate talking about myself." ___________________________________ [+] CQC Training ⫻ For as poorly trained as the PRA is there is still a bare minimum standard required to be cleared for field deployment. Technically, he should be more adept with firearms but ever since he firs shot a gun they've always made Kali incredibly skittish. Too much power to handle mentally. To make up for it he doubled down on close combat training instead. Fists, stun batons, even knives just feel less inherently... deadly. Running ⫻ People say running away from your problems is easy. For Kali it's an art form. One he's mastered through years of experience. For as long as he could remember he's always been running to or from something. His legs and his heart have been forged into dynamos of motion as a result. He might not be the most graceful or the most powerful but when he starts running as long as he has feet to hit the ground, he won't stop. Cooking ⫻ It's a right of passage to learn to cook in an Indian household. Being taught the various spices, watching his mother cook all sorts of recipes from Bharat, and being guided until he could hold his own in the kitchen is likely the closest Kali has ever gotten to real family bonding. Now that he lives alone it's an invaluable skill, one he treasures greatly even if the memories are still bitter sweet. Cleaning/Other Various House-Husband/Handyman Traits ⫻ He's lived alone for a while now. He never thought he'd end up in a point in his life where he'd genuinely look forward to spring cleaning or know the inns and outs of how to repair his own sink but... life truly has a way of throwing you places you'd least expect. Regardless, someone has to fix his apartment's windows and it sure as hell isn't gonna be the landlord.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "You know, it's funny. Every time I look in the mirror I still think... is that what I look like?" You wouldn't sus him out to be your average officer, that's for sure. Yes, whilst in full uniform he pretty much looks the part of your average gun toting paranoid machine of the law aside from his skin tone being several touches darker than most, but when the long sleeves are off what follows is a very different picture. Tattoos adorn both of his toned well trained arms, full sleeves, snaking all the way to his shoulders full of iconography from various movements, religions, mythologies, the works. His back isn't much better being turned into a sort of eclectic time capsule of ideas and beliefs that he might have held or still holds to this very day. There's a sort of collage effect at work here though with how he's allowed his body to become various artist's canvasses. Hard to say if it was a cohesive vision or just a lot of correcting after the fact to make it all work, but it certainly is something. His hair, black, silken even, and wavy, especially in the wind. It rests just above his eyes though you could imagine that if the job didn't require the bare minimum of tidiness it would fall even farther than that. There's a bit of scarring above the right eyebrow, either from a bad scrape or maybe a bad mission, hard to say especially since it's normally covered well with makeup to the point where you have to squint to get a good look at it. Off duty his fashion sense can flip-flop between something you might see on the Saint Lawrence Paris catalogue, black skinny jeans and all, or something more in line with a Yohji Yamamoto lineup with large draping forms that fall above his toned yet undeniably skinny frame. Earrings do appear to be a pretty constant staple, at least when he's not in uniform. A Ruby and a Sapphire, one for each ear. Surprisingly understated but the color makes it pop enough to draw attention way from his oddly colored eyes that seem to swirl between sunset orange and sea-foam green depending on the angle you're looking at them from.

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"Just- I mean it's an act, except it isn't but... I don't actually know."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Fully establish himself in an identity and lifestyle that he can truly call his own, outside of the influence of others, of societal pressures, of the strange call that supernatural entities have to each other. He'd like to one day settle down somewhere, maybe at a beach if the climate crisis hasn't ruined those yet, doing a job he loves with people that he loves, whatever that might be. But for now, he's just trying to survive and maybe pay back some debts he thinks he owes to people who are now dead.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ "Somethings felt wrong ever since the accident. I can't shake it. This gnawing feeling inside of my chest that something about me isn't right, that there's a problem with me that I can't fix. Every time I look at myself in the mirror it's like I go farther and farther away from the person I'm supposed to be. But is that person even the person I want to be? I feel like for the past fifteen years I've been dragged around from one place to the next, one job to the next, one life to the next, without anyone ever asking me where I want to go, and now it's happening all over again. Still, if you can't swim against the tide, might as well keep floating with it and hope you run into an island, right?"

SECRETS ⫻ There was an accident that he was involved with years ago, before he was ever involved with the Coven. He tells people it was just a bad scrape, and to the people of the Coven that it was just an unlucky encounter with an apparition that cursed him, but honestly... a part of thinks he really did die that day and for some reason any time he wants to bring that possibility up something silences him before he can even try.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Straight? Honestly he's not too sure himself either. He hasn't had a lot of time to explore this side of himself and even then he's not really sure if he wants to right now.

FEARS ⫻ He fears that everything he does is just an act, a facade, and that somewhere in the middle of all the acting whatever is his real true self somehow got lost. He's also afraid of taking life, and how that can affect him. He's fine with participating in violence but he is horrified about being the person to actually pull the trigger. He also has an irrational fear of cats. Something about their eyes... it's like they can see through him.

REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Kali, to the coven was like a picked up stray. When he first came to them, shivering, alone, recently run away from his parents they offered him a home, shelter, a place to remain comfortable. But something about him always seemed to put him in the fringes. He never stood out, never put himself in the center of any of the Coven's affairs. He pulled his own weight during the battle against the snake no doubt but otherwise he almost seemed like a part of the furniture. When the Coven dissolved, he was there. He heard quite a bit regarding what happened, not because people told him but because people didn't notice enough to realize he was within earshot of those conversations. In the end, the tide of fate was what threw him into the Coven in the first place, and life a piece of driftwood as soon as the Coven dissolved he would continue to float down stream as if nothing happened.

ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ At first, he was just another person on the front lines. Dealing with the lesser apparitions and doing his best to support from a position of weakness. But then, to everyone's surprise, he started saying things. Things about what the Snake would do, and what his intentions were. They were clearly speculations but more often than not he was actually right. It was as if Kali was somehow able to read the Stygian Snake and through his insights they were able to better maneuver around what it was doing and counterattack. Though, for some reason, near the tail end of the fight Kali had vanished. It wasn't that important however, the Snake was more or less cornered anyway and he was known to run when the going gets tough.

FLAWS ⫻ He's extremely skittish, paranoid, and generally conflict averse. He's harmless, but in a way too harmless. He's used to being pushed around a lot by people with extremely strong personalities and holding bottling up his feelings, to a point. His general weirdness about his own identity and the constant sense of discomfort that he gets from it also makes it difficult for him to connect with others. Stress, anxiety, and general sensory overload can cause him to shut down in crucial situations if someone else isn't there to knock him back into his senses, but when it all reaches a breaking point he can also lash out violently without much care for anyone else around him both physically and emotionally as a defensive response.

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"We don't need to bring up the past. Nothing good lives there."
(I'm gonna write this in First Person if you don't mind. It's just how I like to do things.)

For as long as I could remember I've always had these... expectations... put on me. My mom and dad they were both, successful, I think. She did something with banks and dad was a doctor, or something like that. I don't really remember I haven't talked to them in fifteen years.

Still, I can't tell why but something, something was wrong back then. There was this thing gnawing inside of me, scratching away at my chest like it was trying to get out. I could feel it, growing, every day until I just- I couldn't take it anymore! I had to leave I had to run I was... I was. I was running somewhere. Into a field. It was a big one filled with wheat as tall as trees. There was a scarecrow in the distance. I don't know why I remember that but there was. It was tall, so tall. You couldn't miss it. And it just had these... eyes? Yeah, eyes, and they kept following me. And I just kept on running and running and running until before i knew it I was out of the field and into one of those back country roads and then. Well that's when it happened. The accident.

Something caught up to me there. I can't remember what it looked like but I just knew I was afraid of it, terrified even. I was on the ground, I was bleeding, I think I fell onto the asphalt and my heart was pounding so hard I swore it was gonna jump straight out've my chest but then it just left. Thankfully someone was nearby and they took me to the hospital but I still have the scar. That wasn't the only thing it left me with though. Something changed. I could tell instantly. It was like my entire body was filled with this... sickness that I can never cure. I could see things, hear things, know things that I never could before, that I shouldn't have known.

For a while I was just drifting around. An odd job here, an apprenticeship there. Sometimes I got by hiding in people's basements, creeping out from below when they were asleep to grab whatever I could from the fridge. But no matter where I went something just kept dragging me further and further along. Then, eventually I was just... walking. Walking, and walking and walking until finally I was just, somewhere else.

That was when the Coven showed up. Or more like I showed up to them. I can't remember why but for some reason I was just sitting there in front of their base, shivering, cold, was it raining? Probably, but it was definitely cold. They were nice. Or well, they at least helped me understand what exactly happened to me. Those were some wild years now that I'm looking back on it but, even if they weren't really my friends they still gave me a home. They gave me food, shelter, a place where I could just be myself for a little while. It was a good thing going for me. Right? Yeah I had to... technically, help in a fight against a horrific abomination from across the pale or something like that but it at least I belonged there. At least I think I did. But, at the same time I just can't help but wonder if I even had a say in any of that. Did I want to be there or was I just there because that's just how things went? I, no, no there's no point in thinking about that.

Eventually, things started going south though once the Snake was gone. It was funny, the Snake kept us together. No matter how much they might have hated each other as long as the Snake was there then it was fine. They all had something to hate together. But after that it all just crumbled. It was slow. very slow. Too slow honestly. But once it all rotted away I left with it. I was alone again. Nothing but the clothes on my back and a bit of loose change to try and figure something out with.

Then it happened again. I was found again. Not by the coven, but by the government. The PRA. I don't know what they see in me honestly but it's not a bad gig all things considered. The training is tough but... not much tougher than what I went through at the Coven. The jobs are honestly a little easier as well. They pay me, the housing is subsidized, I get discounts on the bus and train passes and can use the veterans discount at the grocery store. All I have to do is just deal with some paranormal things occasionally which is definitely not where I thought my life was going but it's not the worst, especially with all the benefits and insurance. It's cozy. Comfortable.

But is that what I want?

There it is again. That feeling. That thing gnawing away at the back of my skull. I can't listen to it this time. Nothing good happens when I listen to it. I'll figure things out. I have to. I always do. No matter what happens no matter where I go. I am me. I am me.

Then, one day, a letter shows up at my apartment door. A letter... old fashioned but, I like it that way. Then the name, Auri Auclair. Like a shot to the chest. No, no it can't be. There's no way right? Then the seal on the letter hits my eyes. It is. It's her. What the hell could she want with me? No, I should just throw it away. I'm done. I have a new life now I'm not going to let the damn pull drag me back in!

But that feeling... there it is again. I'm running away, just like I always do. I hate it. I hate it so much. So with a shaky hand I reached out to it, touched it, carefully undid the seal like I was handling a bomb before peeking at the contents.

Oh God.

Ashley Stone is dead.

I stare out into the distance from my front door. I read the address. I know where that is. I know it all too well...

So this is where I'm being dragged too next?

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"Let me become you."

Aberration (Abscised) ⫻

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Mimicry: It is not simply enough to copy the superficial, you must embody them, take their essence, make it yours, and lose yourself in it.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ It can take many different forms depending on who Kali is in contact with and for how long. However, the key sign of its usage no matter how little it is being used is a shift in the coloration of his eyes, almost as if paint is being mixed into his irises.

Embody: When in long periods of contact with another entity or individual Kali can begin to take on their traits. This happens in stages, first from the superficial traits and thoughts to eventually, if taken far enough, becoming an identical copy complete with all of the various traits, emotions, and capabilities included. This embodying even extends to abstractions if they are present though until Kali has fully "synced" with the identity of his target the abstraction itself will always be naturally weaker than what the original target is capable of.

Base: The "base form" of the apparition that has inhabited Kali's corpse. It is nothing impressive manifesting itself as shadowy claws and spikes that wrap around Kali's arms and can be used both offensively and defensively with enough durability to at least survive low caliber bullets but otherwise these offer no other benefits to his physique, reaction speed, or anything else for that matter. When using only his base abilities he simply has to rely on whatever mortal physique he has to make the best of it. The more he "Embodies" another however the less present his base form becomes, starting from the shadowy thorns at the top of his arms and receding further and further until the claws themselves also disappear when he has become fully "synced".

Empathy: This is more of a side effect of "Embodying" something but it also has its uses. When Kali is in the process of embodying a target he also gains access to their thoughts. Not in the sense that he is reading them but in the sense that his brain is being shifted around to think in the same way his target is and therefore is naturally forming those thoughts on its own as if it were that target. This process starts at the superficial level. Immediate goals, surface level desires, strong emotions, but if the process continues it will allow for access to even deeper, more subconscious, even horrifically personal thoughts though that is if Kali would even be able to retain enough of his own identity by that point to use this information.

LIMITS ⫻
Time/Compatibility: To embody a target requires sustained close proximity, roughly within thirty feet but this can vary depending on a number of factors, and it also requires an extensive amount of time. Becoming another person is not a fast or easy process and if the target is not another apparition or someone that Kali has a high emotional "compatibility with" (Knows extremely well on a personal level) then that time will take even longer, maybe even weeks to fully complete the process if the target is too incompatible with Kali and his own desires. Deep admiration for the target may shorten that time frame however though this is not always the case.
Ego Death: The closer Kali becomes to "fully syncing" with the target the more his own identity becomes lost in the process. There is a sort of undertow to this where the more he becomes the target the harder it is for him to pull away from the process to return to being himself. There might be a theoretical way to return Kali to who he once was after he "fully syncs" with someone but that is not something he has ever attempted nor is it something he ever wants to risk attempting.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ By mimicking someone, Kali begins to gain their memories... however, he loses the ability to differentiate what are his memories and what is someone else's. The more he uses this abstraction on a target, the more he loses his memories as they are replaced with the targets. By mimicking someone's abstraction, he also gains their weaknesses.

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"I am me. I am me. I am me. I am me. I am me. I am me. I am me. I am me. I am me."

-They can also speak Hindi and Telugu as well as Spanish (Learned via DLI course).
-He has a dog at home named Pebble. He's a Shih Tzu.
-Color Code: #8670AD
-Additional Color Code: #D01417

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

@Punished GN Yeah that seems about right. And yeah I do actually. Oh, right, there's a discord server, I should click on that. Anyways, let me move my sheet over.

Welcome to Vradia

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Fear. It's written clear as day on their faces. They're running, well, more like leaping, trying to keep to the trees as if the leaves are gonna be enough to save them from whatever it is that's gotten them this spooked. They're retreating at full speed. No care for formation. No care for stamina management. No care for even checking if they're being followed. It's a route, as standard of a route as it gets.

"No way, no bloody way, this wasn't what we signed up for damn it!" one of them shouts to his buddy running by his side.

"Look, they caught us by surprise but-" his friend starts before getting immediately cut off.

"BUT WHAT!? You heard that THING back there right?!" the first one shouts even louder than the last. Suppose stealth isn't on their mind right now is it?

"Look, I told you it's not a dragon! They're dead! They've been dead for years!" a third answers, trailing a little bit behind the first two.

"Well if it's not a dragon then it's probably something just as bad to make a sound like that. Either way, we're fucking leaving!" the first one says, the conversation seemingly ending there.

They're all dressed rather similarly. Ragged but effective clothing. Nice equipment from the looks of it. Though they are bandits it certainly seems they've had a bit of success in their time. Still, none of them stand out from one another. Meaning none of them are the leader. Turncoats. Something must've gone pretty bad for them to be having this kind of reaction. Still, they're calming down. Looks like they think they've gained enough distance, or the exhaustion is catching up to them. All three of them land on a sturdy looking branch on one of the larger trees in the area. Taking a moment to catch they're breath. They really do believe they're safe huh?

Well... They still don't know I'm here.

Single shot, an easy target, especially when they're still, sent flying all the way to the chest. As soon as it hits him he's sent flying off the branch tumbling all the way to the ground. If the bolt didn't kill him, the way he landed on his neck surely did, especially with that snapping sound it made.

"LEWIS!" one of them shouts.

He's in shock, clearly. Both of them are from the looks of it. Good, gives me time. Time to reload.

They're looking around, frantic, both incensed from the death of their friend but also fearful for their own lives. It happened too quickly for them to catch where the crossbow bolt came from and they're still too exhausted to run. Their eyes widen, mouths agape. One of them reaches for his sword but it's already too late.

Another shot.

Hah, a bit sloppier this time. I was aiming for the heart but I got him in the lungs instead. Still, the impact sends this one flying all the way to the ground as well. The crunch. Hm, must be his ribs that caved in. But I can still hear him, spasming down there like a newborn. From the way it sounds his throat must already be pooling with blood. Good, I don't have to worry about that one anymore. And that leaves the final mark for this job.

He's looking at me. Ah, he was paying attention. His sword's already out too.

"Y-you!" he shouts at me, loud, trying to hide his fear with the loudness, "You're with them aren't you!"

With them? Oh, I see. I can't help it, I start laughing my bloody ass off.

"Answer me!" he shouts.

I would but, I can't stop laughing! It's too funny!

"STOP IT!" he please to very deaf ears. "Why are you laughing!?" he finally asks.

It takes me a moment but I finally manage to regain my wits as I say "Ah, sorry mate. Just thought it was funny is all. I was wonderin' why this was goin' easier than I thought. Seems like someone else got to the mark before I did."

"Mark? Wha- what are y-" he starts but I'm getting sick of this conversation so I cut him off.

"Ah who gives a shite. You're gonna be dyin' here today anyways." I say, putting away my crossbow and bringing out from the strap on my back my glaive.

Two people, both on top of branches. He's got his blade out but he's a ways away from me and I've got the reach advantage. He should know this isn't a fight he can win but maybe hearing the deaths of his friends might be making his sense take a bit've a leave at this point. He's still tired, his posture's crumbling but the adrenaline seems to be kicking in. That look he has in his eyes. Fury, determination, drive. A snake backed into a corner. Oh... I see. He wants to take me with him.

Well, isn't that cute?

He takes the initiative. Big mistake. He leaps from one branch to the next but with each leap his balance takes a hit. The branches may look solid but they've actually got a bit of give to them. The slight wobble upon impact is what causes whatever semblance of grace he might have to rot with each advance. Still, he's not thinking about that, clearly. He's only looking at me. I'm sure his entire mind has nothing but the idea of making me fall all the way down to join him and his buddies in an early grave. And I let him keep thinking that.

My glaive may be positioned ahead of me but I'm not reacting to his movements. That is... until he finally gets one branch too close.

A single Cleave.

It happens in an instant. My feet already rooted down into my foothold on the branch, my arms raise up, back arches, legs fully engaged, taking a deep breath as I concentrate for this single, explosive moment. And then, the glaive swings. My muscles acting like the ropes of a crossbow send the blade flying straight through the branch this bandit was about to land on. It happens so quickly he doesn't have time to process what happened because he still tries to land on that branch... when it's no longer even there.

He looks at me. The anger is still there, but it's now paired with a fresh emotion. Despair. As soon as gravity begins to take hold of him he's well aware of his fate.

Thud.

And just to make sure... Another thud, as a crossbow bolt lands square in his back. If he wasn't dead before he sure as hell is now.

Well, I could go back, say they're all dead and take the pay for myself but... I do have standards, professional ones. And I'm sure if I didn't go to check up on the other blokes who made my job easier Garth would be starin' down at me with disapproval if he ever bloody hears about it. Even when you're missing you're ideals keep making shite difficult for me old man. I hope you know that. And so I make my way through the treeline in the rough direction that the bandits came from. That's when I see them.

Hm, quaint little group isn't it? Much more nicely dressed, that's for damn sure and... No, no now's not the time, you can schmooze off the job Rock.

I let out a sigh. This is going to be annoying but hopefully they're not the type to kill folks who are on the same score. I can get out of it if they are but probably not without a few scrapes. And as such, I make my way down from the tree and lift up my helm as he put a few fingers to my lips and make the shrill whistle that Ash is familiar with. Soon, the sound of galloping hooves makes its way towards me and then, standing beside me, Ash, my trusty and absolutely beautiful grey steed is here. I get on, settling myself into the saddle before eventually calling out to the group, still maintaining a very healthy distance between us however.

"Oy! So you lot on the same score then? Was hired to take these fuckers out but it seems ya' beat me to it!" I shout to them. Now... let's see how they react.

Welcome to Vradia

@WhiteAngel25 Sounds good. Also, had a bit of time so I added a quick sketch I did of Rock to the character sheet proper. Figured he needed a face even if it's a bit rough.