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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

... @KatKook know we timeskipped, right?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Alright, the timeskip post is up and we're next to the next weekend and the next plot-line. Anyways, the new characters should show up at the dairy queen so they can be met by a member of the Coven (one of you volunteer) and introduced to the group.

Also all the NPCs that were introduced in the interlude none of you will read.

Dean K. Farrow

[32 | Dean Kevin Farrow | Make]

Description:
A prominent member of the Forgiven because he's Saul's right-hand man and poster boy. He and his now-wife Savannah used to homeless in the streets of San Franisco until Saul turned his life around. He went from a homeless combat veteran to a preacher who spreads the word of the Forgiven... and even knows their, many, many, secrets. Dean is a six foot tall man with relatively sharp facial features who has slicked-back black hair and usually wears a suit.

Extra-Normal Ability:
None.

Savannah A. Farrow

[30 | Savannah Amy Farrow | Female]

Description:
Saul's right-hand woman as a prominent member of the Forgiven and Dean's husband. She used to be a drug addict on the streets of New York before Saul "saved" her and gave her a new life. That life lead her to her husband Dean and the two have been happily married for years now (though some rumor that it was an arranged marriage). She's five foot tall even and has a relatively slim build with oddly broad shoulders. The woman usually wears suits and other fancy things. Like Dean, she's seen some times. And like Dean, she knows some things that simply cannot get out.

Extra-Normal Ability:
None.

Reporter Molly Schuler

[28 | Molly April Schuler | Female]

Description:
Molly Schuler, intrepid reporter. Molly was the top-reporter in New York, and was often the first face people see on the news when something happens. Now she's the top reporter for Tampa's channel 8! She's a woman of Eastern European descents, going off her Olive skin but she claims that she's part Indian. She has sharp facial features and is quite striking, her black hair is tied into a neat bun. Her body is curvy, and she usually wears suits that accentuate her figure.

Extra-Normal Ability:
Her only power is being at the right place at the right time.

Annabelle C. Heart

[??? | Annabelle Candy Heart. | Female]

Description:
The mysterious and dangerous figure that has been obsessively chasing Saul from South Carolina all the way to Tampa. Leaving behind a trail of destruction that has made her a target of several different people. It doesn't matter as Annabelle wants to kill Saul at any cost. Most of her features are hidden behind a black robe with a deerskull mask. She's immensely tall at seven feet tall and smells horrid. There's a part of her that wants to stop, but the other part of her knows she can't.

Extra-Normal Ability:
Has demonstrated immense durability, speed, and regeneration but the true nature of her abstraction is unknown.

Sophia

[??? | Sophia | Female]

Description:
A figure that always follows Annabelle where ever she goes. She claims that she's trying to help her end this violence but Annabelle hasn't been listening. It's questionable if Sophia is even real and not just Annabelle's conscious telling her to stop or something. Either way, she takes the appearance of a happy girl with a trademark smile, slim, and long brown hair.

Extra-Normal Ability:
Unknown.

Jenna L. Lyons

[23 | Jenna Lara Lyons | Female]

Description:
The young and mousy secretary of Blake Schmidt. She's one of his closet secretaries (other than the fact that they bang) and usually the one he bounces ideas off of. Jenna usually tries to keep his eccentrics under wraps and tries to at least make sure he's doing the right thing. Sometimes she feels like a glorified babysitter... as Blake allows her to do whatever she wants at work long as their "arrangement" is honored. Usually, she's playing Fortnite or Minecraft on the job and makes somebody "lower-ranking" than her do her work (usually Emily G. Reed) Jenna is a very short and mousy woman at four-ten and has red hair tied neatly into a bun and wears glasses.

Extra-Normal Ability:
None.

Koda Makoto

[38 | Koda Makoto | Female]

Description:
The other "go-to" Secretary for Blake Schmidt who usually plays off of his wackiness. Usually, Makoto not far away from Schmidt and if she is; then she's doing a personal errand for her. It doesn't matter what he asks because of another "arrangement" she gets paid like fifty an hour. What a deal. She always has a trademark smile on her face and is always joking and flirting with people. Makoto is a tall Japanese American with a fairly slim build and is always smiling.

Extra-Normal Ability:
None.

The Hound

[Older than creation itself | The Hound | Uses male pronouns]

Description:
The Hound takes the appearance of a massive, wolf-like, being that is made out of a black smoke. He has bright, shining, red eyes, and is always accompanied by a black fog. It's hard to say what size he is because he's always constantly changing size. It's unknown what he is, or what he wants, but he seems to visit those in dreams, warning them that he's going to come after them if they don't come willingly. Naming himself an agent of death, he comes after those who he says "cheated death," and promises to set things right. He doesn't seem to exist outside dreams, but there are stories of those going into the woods and seeing a giant black wolf. A wolf that leads them to a dead body... or some interpret it as a portent of death.

Extra-Normal Ability:
The Hound has many, many different abilities, it's main ability is the black fog of Apathy in which it can shape into any form and use as a form of telekinesis. The Hound has demonstrated regeneration, teleportation, and immense physical strength.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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Nice handcuff bruises, Emily.

Kayla

"... And how do you think she fought them?" Babylon said with a cheeky grin.

Okay, this was getting a bit out of hand. The whole Coven thing. Everything that happened so far was weighing down on Madison and right now that felt like a ton. First the Hound, then it turns out the fucking FBI (or whoever, everyone was throwing theories around) raided the place. Madison had no clue how the FBI worked, functioned, or anything like that. However, Lyss gave a pretty good account of events - one that Madison would take over Emily or Maya's... but things didn't add up. There was something that the entire Coven was missing.

To be honest, if Madison didn't require companionship she would have already been gone the second they mentioned the FBI. However, speaking of running...

"Girls..." Madison muttered, "I know it's great that you all finally decided to get your shit together, but you all are forgetting something. Something important...."

Her Philadelphia accent started shining more and more with each word. Some of the girls were staring at her like she was retarded or something and Madison rolled her eyes. These girls sometimes.

"Tha' law just raided the place that we are fuckin' standing in," Madison just put it bluntly, "We gotta get the fuck outta' here! Let's go! We can talk this shit out somewhere else! Just... go!"

And without another word Madison turned around and left, without a care whether or not they'd stand there like idiots or just leave. Honestly, Madison just wanted to go home. Fuck the Coven and fuck the Club. She was going to get drunk and eat ice cream and try to cope with what happened.

"Ma-Madison!" Claudette said as she chased after the girl, "You are my ride, Mademoiselle!"

"Oh, yeah," Babylon said with a shrug as Emily decided to make a break for the door herself. "That'd be smart."

With a shrug, Babylon disappeared as her work here was done. Of course, today was just the beginning... the Coven was unaware that another, more sinister, threat lurked in the background. Stirring up a conflict that they'll have no choice but to fight...

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BIG TREV?

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Monday, 3:00pm

Her first "probation" meeting.

Lyss was apprehensive in the morning. She considered pulling the agent's leg by failing to show, but she had too many questions that needed answers to miss this opportunity. So, she grabbed her leather jacket, pulled it over her grey tee, and headed out of the apartment. She pulled up to the meeting spot and parked her speedster. Her eyes scanned the park for any civilians that might eavesdrop, but only a few people were meandering at this time of day. She was a little worried about picking an empty spot, but she knew her girls would come looking for her if she didn't show up at the next meeting. After all, she'd told Maya about the time and place of her meeting. If she didn't text Maya back in an hour or two, Maya would know there was trouble.

Lyss walked through the park until she found the bench she'd mentioned in her texts to Agent Trevor. It sat facing the pond and would provide some privacy for her little interrogation. She took a seat and pulled out her phone. In a show of boredom and carelessness about this meeting, she began to play an app until "BIG" Trev arrived.

However, another one of the agents arrived instead of Trevor. It was Maximilian Cornell, wearing a white polo t-shirt, black cargo pants, some Nike sneakers, and sunglasses. He had his hands in his pocket and a blank expression on his face as he approached. He immediately took a seat next to Alyssa as he said,

"Ms. Burns," He started, "How have you been?"

Lyss looked up from her phone to see none other than the fucking big guy walking towards her. At first, her face expressed her animosity at the sight of him. This is going to be a harder egg to crack. As he sat, she accepted his presence and decided to let this be a chance for one of the real agents to spill the information.

"Well, if it isn't the big guy." She said as she put her phone into her jacket pocket.

"I know we got off on the wrong foot..." Maximilian said, "I'm just glad it didn't escalate."

Lyss leaned back into the bench and crossed her legs. "So am I." She glanced him over and wondered if he had any weapons on him, but she knew that he could take her out without one anyways. "Is Trevor still butthurt about our first encounter with each other?"

"Yeah, he wanted me to handle you, said it was too embarrassing," Maximilian with a chuckle, "I personally don't think Trevor's ready for this - or field missions - but Meifeng wants him to grow into a capable agent."

Lyss raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like Meifeng wasn't happy with what she learned about us." She resisted the urge to smirk and rested her hands in her lap. "So, can I cut the bullshit with you and speak freely?"

Maximilian raised an eyebrow, "Of course."

Lyss nodded. "Then I'll cut to the chase. Who are you, really?" She asked, looking into his eyes.

"Maximilian Alexander Cornell," He flatly answered, "Born and raised in Minnesota."

"And who do actually you report to?" She wasn't here to fuck around.

With a roll of his eyes, Maximilian pulled out his FBI badge and displayed it to Alyssa without a word escaping his lips.

Lyss frowned. "So you're telling me that the FBI has its own division of witches that operates on its own? I'm not buying it."

Maximilian chuckled.

"... Witches?" He incredulously asked, "I'm sorry to say it, but it's classified."

Lyss shook her head. "I'm still not buying it, Maximillian."

"There's no way the FBI works like that. Like this. I mean, "probation", really? I know people that have been raided before, and they weren't just set free like this."

"Unfortunately," Maximilian said, "You should happy we were willing to make this deal after what you did. Meifeng was in a good mood that day." He shrugged.

Lyss laughed. "You have no authority. As real as that badge looks, I doubt that it would hold up if I called the police right now." She pointed at the bruise on her upper cheek, left by his leader. "Why'd you hit me, Max?" She suddenly asked rather loudly. "Do I- Do I have to call the police?" She stood up from the bench and hated that she had to resort to this, but she wanted to see how far this could go before he admitted it. "Help! Help! Call 911!" She shouted towards the few park-goers around them.

"... God damn it, Liao!" Maximilian hissed as Alyssa went with the most overdramatic bullshit in an attempt to get information out of him. He hissed through his teeth as he saw people looking at him like he was a monster and he knew that he had to keep her quiet. He grabbed onto her upper-arm as he got into her face. "... Will you please, please, be quiet because I know the game you're playing and Meifeng's not going to be happy."

He sighed, "I know what you want, but I'm telling you; would the truth really make any difference?"

Lyss glared at him as he grabbed her arm. She tugged against his grip and stuck her face back into his. She had to stand on her tiptoes to get this close. "Then tell me why you're really in Tampa, who this black hooded woman is, and why you chose to pick on my friends. Because I know that the government wouldn't give one single shit about what we were up to." She hissed back. Her tone was low now so that the others wouldn't hear.

"I told you why we're in Tampa," Maximilian shook his head, "As for the black hooded woman, that's a solid no. But, I think the raid was a huge overreaction on Meifeng's part. She was put in charge of the city and seeing that fight get out on Snapchat really well..."

He sighed.

"... You don't know Meifeng like I do, she's prideful. Too prideful. She lets this stuff get under her skin and she makes rash decisions."

Lyss scoffed. Her free hand curled into a fist, and she lowered herself back to stand flat on the ground. It was worrisome that the Coven's battle had made its way online somehow. She thought back to what she'd said yesterday. What other groups are aware of us now?" Still, there wasn't anything she could do about it now. "Meifeng acted like a thug. Why couldn't she have just approached us herself and asked for help? If there is any threat out there to the innocent, we would have gladly chosen to work alongside you."

"I won't let your group threaten mine. I know how this works."

"That's a good point, actually," Maximilian trailed off, "Meifeng wanted to send a message not just to you, but everyone that Greenwood isn't going to happen anywhere else. I don't quite agree with it, that was why I was trying to talk things down."

He sighed.

"Either way, long as you all stay out of trouble and honor our deal, then there won't be any problems, okay?"

Lyss stared at him for a moment as she mulled over his words. She could have accepted this answer, but this still made her group a target. She didn't like the idea that Meifeng's influence was hanging over them like a thumb ready to push a button. She couldn't just sit back and endure these "probation" meetings until Meifeng decided to put them into a dangerous situation for her benefit. She took a deep breath, looking like she was about to answer him in a composed manner. Instead of that, she started shouting again and thrashed against his grip on her arm.

"Let me go, Max! I told you not to see me ever again. Please, please, will someone call the cops!?" She turned to face him, her free hand rising into the air before she brought it flat across his cheek. Paybacks a bitch, ain't it? "Let me go!" She then began to pound her fists against his chest. It felt good to give him a beating. Even though acting this way was extremely embarrassing for both of them.

A vein almost popped in Maximilian's head as he finally got mad. He yanked Alyssa by her arm to get her to be quiet and pretty much ignored her strikes. He brought her nice and close as he nearly yelled in her face, "Oh. My. God. I am trying to help you will you please stop making this harder for yourself? If Meifeng was in there and you all pulled that bullshit she would have started using live rounds. And my God, the DENS gives us ful-"

He paused for a second as he realized he made the worst possible decision.

Lyss immediately stopped thrashing about. Her arm fell to her side, and what once was an expression of false fear melted into a wide smile. "That wasn't so hard, was it Max?" She turned her head to look at the concerned neighbors and waved her free arm. "Nevermind! We worked it out!" She looked back at Max and grinned.

"... Shut up," Maximilian said as he rested his face into his hands.

Lyss straightened out her jacket and cleared her throat before taking a seat on the bench once more. As if nothing had happened. She pulled out her phone and with a quick google search, realized that there was no information on D-E-N-S. So, she began to type a message to Maya. "Not FBI! Org called D-E-N-S."

"... You're not going to find anything on them," Maximilian said with a shake of his head as he realized something. Maybe he was going about this the... wrong way.

Lyss tucked her phone back into her pocket and looked back up at him. She leaned back again and nodded. "What does the acronym stand for? The full name."

"Department of Extra-Normal Security," Maximilian said, "One hundred percent clandestine."

Lyss pursed her lips, nodding her head. "So, an underground department. Care to tell me who the head honcho is?"

"And this effects...?" Maximilian raised an eyebrow.

Lyss shrugged. "I want to know who Meifeng reports to. My friends are now on the list. Of course, I'm concerned with who is handling our case." She tapped the seat next to her and smiled at him. "Might as well make yourself comfortable again, Max."

"Director Alcott... but if you asked her and you weren't in the know, she would act like you're talking crazy," Maximilian shook his head.

"Of course they would." She chewed on her lip for a second and looked out over the pond before sighing. "Well. All that's left is to decide how our future meetings will go." She looked back at him.

"This is how they're going to go, little lady," Maximilian said as he took control of the situation and jabbed a finger into Lyss's chest. "We're going to meet, you're going to talk about how you're feeling or whatever or whatever activities the Coven are up to, then I'm going to move on with my day because I have important business to attend to."

Lyss smirked. "Like what, Max? What exactly does DENS have you doing every day? What does your little group get up to when they're not terrorizing witch sororities?"

"I think that's obvious," Maximilian said as he leaned back and placed his hand on his lap. "Our mission is to neutralize Annabelle Heart at all costs."

"So, the black-robed woman has a name." She raised an eyebrow. "What has she done to get the kill order?"

"She's gone on a rampage from South Carolina all the way here..." Maximilian said, "Director Alcott assembled our particular team to eliminate her because nothing short of another Extra-Normal can get even close to her."

Lyss thought for a moment before speaking again. "Does this have anything to do with a string of murders where the corpses are nothing but skeletons?"

"It does," Maximilian said, "But, I would heavily suggest you keep all of this away from your little Coven... you really don't want to get involved in that. It's already complicated enough. I don't mind if you tell your group about the DENS, because as far as the world is concerned... we don't exist. All you'd do is draw attention to yourself."

"You're exactly right about that, Maximillian. That's the last thing we want."

"... and Meifeng may seem rough, she's actually got the best intentions for everyone. We all do. We just want you all to be out of our hair."

Lyss nodded, then turned to hold out her hand to him. "So we've agreed, then. Your group won't harm mine any further, and we will offer as much help as possible with your Annabelle situation."

"Just let us know if you see her," Maximilian said, "Again, Meifeng could have gotten that across better, but... yeah. She is a nice person once you, uh, get to know her."

He scratched the back of his head as he shrugged.

"Slaps people less."

Lyss raised an eyebrow but decided to let it slide. She'd believe it when she saw it.

"Tell me..." She said, resting her hand back in her lap when he didn't take it. "What happened to Annabelle to send her on this path? Is she cursed? Possessed?"

"We honestly don't know," Maximilian shrugged, "We think it has something to do with a cult in South Carolina, but Meifeng isn't out to figure out why she went on this rampage only stopping it before more people get hurt."

"What does your group know about her? What can she do, to leave bodies like that?" Better yet. "Why should we fear her?"

"We know she used to be a college student going out on summer break to Myrtle Beach with some friends... but her ability has something to do with eating flesh," Maximilian said, "And she can, worst of all, make other people into monsters if they get too close to her. She's extremely strong, fast... tough, and Director Alcott is getting desperate to stop her..."

Lyss tilted her head. Genuinely interested in this conversation about Maximillian's foe. In her curiosity, she blurted out a rather implicating fact about herself, if Max was smart enough to figure it out, without meaning to. "If she's possessed, could someone force the apparition out of her?"

"It's a possibility, yes," Maximilian answered. "But, Director Alcott wants her dead. Not cured..."

Lyss furrowed her brows. "If there's a chance to cure her, and to trap the apparition that could be possessing her, why kill her instead?"

Maximilian sighed.

"Director Alcott is an Adept, a powerful one," He started, "Cyan Lux if you don't know what that is; she can see things. And Alcott's specialty is seeing chance..."

He sighed again.

".. and Director Alcott says that there's a ninety percent chance Annabelle Heart will end the world."

Lyss blinked. Completely taken aback by the percentage. She pressed further after taking a moment to think it over. "Can she see what the other 10% chance would need to succeed?"

"Unfortunately, no," Maximilian shook his head.

"It sounds like you need a lot more help to take her down. Not just yourself or your Task Force." She clarified.

"We do, but help is hard to come by," Maximilian sighed, "The DENS is mostly normal people and they can't get close to her without succumbing to her ability. We're pretty much the only Extra-Normals in the whole organization."

He shrugged.

"But, Director Alcott says that I have the highest chance out of everyone in the whole organization to stop her, which was why she set it up so I'd get so powerful..."

Lyss couldn't believe it, but she was feeling sympathy for this guy. She even almost reached a handout and set it on his shoulder. The more you know, huh?

Instead, she nodded so that he would know that she'd been listening. "That sounds like a tough job."

"I know," Maximilian sighed, "I didn't ask for it, but knowing I'm making a difference makes it worth it."

Lyss turned her head to look out over the pond. "I'm sure that does feel nice." Up until now, Lyss had never felt that way. Or wanted to feel that way. "I feel the same way, almost. I joined this group to make myself a better person. To help others." Ugh, stop it, Lyss. She sighed too, and let herself relax. "Well, I guess we can continue this conversation tomorrow. I'd like to hear more about this Annabelle, but I think we better go before those people come back with an officer."

"Just one thing," Maximilian said as he got up. "Please keep this away from the Coven... if Meifeng finds out; Trevor's going to get the brunt of it and he's a good kid. Just misguided at times."

Lyss chuckled. She was already holding onto one secret for Trevor. Why not another? "Sure thing, Max." She stood up herself and gave him a nod. "I'll let you know where we're meeting tomorrow. Until then, good luck."

"I'm glad we've come to terms," Maximilian said as he saluted Lyss. "Have a good day."

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It was raining again.

She could take the heat but it was always raining. She was just wandering around the streets of Tampa looking for the next place to sleep. She walked a cart around in the rain as she was shivering since the rain-soaked every bit of her clothing. People made sure to give her plenty of space and she just shook her head. Bastards. She found a building on the street with an awning. She sighed as she pushed her cart underneath it and sat down. She stuck out her sign that said:

HOMELESS, HUNGRY, ANYTHING HELPS.

"Spare any change?" The woman said to passers-by but they ignored her. She sighed as she hissed underneath her breath, "Heartless bastards."

They kept ignoring her until she put her face into her knees and just shook her head. Why does she keep going on? She should just take it all.

"... Oh my goodness," She heard a feminine voice above her and she lifted her head and saw two people before her - one man in a suit with slick back hair holding an umbrella looking down on her that had to be like six feet tall even and a five-foot-tall even woman with short hair also wearing a suit carrying a wooden basket. "You must be suffering, here take this."

The stranger shoved the basket into the homeless woman's lap and she looked at it... it was various toiletry items, food, and other good stuff. "I..." The homeless woman muttered out as she went through the basket, "... Thank you! Thank you so much!"

However, as she went through the basket she found a pamphlet that said The Church of the Forgiven.. The Homeless woman knew about them... they were this big yuppie Christian Church movement slash charity. She saw a lot of them in various parts of Florida and many of them offer the homeless food and other items... though many of her compatriots were jumping to join them as they offered a place to stay.

"... You're in the Forgiven?" The Homeless woman said.

"Yes," The female-Forgiven said with a smile, "We're having a party later in case you want to come. We're going to be introducing new people, it'll be fun. We'll have food, drinks, games, and all sorts of fun." She offered a hand.

"You'll take me?" The homeless woman asked.

"We'll take anyone willing to listen," The man answered with a hand in his pocket. "Willing to find happiness and redeem themselves."

"... Who are you?"

"I'm Dean," The Male answered.

"And I'm Savannah," The Female answered, "We've been out here in Tampa for years, miserable, homeless, just like you... until we found a home with the Forgiven."

"This sounds too good to be true," The Homeless woman said.

"It's good and true," Savannah said with a wide smile. "But, we're going to leave you with that pamphlet, it'll tell you where our compound is and you can come by any time. And if you want we can get you a place to stay and get you cleaned up."

Savannah got up and waved goodbye to the homeless woman, "Goodbye for now... I know we're going to meet again."

The Homeless woman stared at the two as they walked off and couldn't help but gaze down at the pamphlet.

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"I am Reporter Molly Schuller and we are live with Luther Saul for an exclusive interview."

A woman with olive skin, long hair and a slim build said as she sat in the chair in the rather fancy newsroom with Luther Saul, in the seat across from her.

"Please, Ms. Schuller," Saul said with a warming smile without baring teeth as he raised a hand, "Just call me Saul."

"Alright, Saul," Molly Schuller started, "You're the leader of the newest religious movement that has swept the nation seemingly overnight. And it was all started about you, how does it feel?"

"It feels great that I am helping so many people find happiness, their own God, and community, and I will do everything I can to spread that to all corners of the Earth," Saul answered rather casually.

"How do you feel about your critics?" Schuller asked. "Many people are accusing the Forgiven of being a cult."

Saul merely shook his head, "I understand their concerns and I assure you that our intentions are only the best."

"... Is that why you keep your practices and community a secret?" Molly Schuller asked.

"I do that because we have many people who are attempting to escape something - an abusive family, a drug life, and-"

"So you're saying that you're sheltering drug addicts?" Ms. Schuller asked.

"No, oh no," Saul answered. "We're giving them a new life away from substance abuse."

"And what about your critics who accuse you of being a scam artist?" Schuller pressed on, "Many members of the Forgiven report that you charge your members for being in the Forgiven."

"Okay, for starters, we do not "charge" for nothing, we just politely request that we pool our wealth so we can help people - the homeless and downtrodden specifically," Saul nearly hissed at this reporter as he tried to collect himself with a deep breath and then exhale.

"And what about the rumors of sexual abuse and chi-"

"This interview is over," Saul said as he got up and walked off the set without another word. One could hear the doors being swung open and slamming shut behind him.

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Red wine was poured into a short and stubby whiskey drinking glass. It was not what the glass was intended for but Saul didn't care.

Saul was leaning against his desk as he poured it with a flat look on his face. After it was filled to the brim he brought it to his face and downed it. That could have gone much, much better, he sighed as he faced away from the window of his office. It was raining outside, dark, and cloudy and a bolt of lightning didn't even phase Saul. Good grief. He lit a cigarette in the office without a care in the world that it was one of the most well-furnished places there. He threw his head back as he let out a puff of smoke.

The door suddenly locked itself, which was weird because he was about a good twenty feet away from the door. Then he dropped the cigarette went he realized what it was.

Black smoke filled the room as a swirling light appeared on the opposite side of the room to Saul. A person walked into the room wearing a white robe with ornate golden highlights and symbols. The hood was up so it covered their face and they had their hands together so the sleeves covered their hands as they approached. They were no taller than five feet tall and they approached Saul.

"M-Messiah!" Saul said.

"... On your knees," The Messiah said as Saul was launched to his hands and knees by an outside force. The figure in the white hood walked around Saul, "That display today... it was quite frankly embarrassing."

The Messiah grabbed Saul by the neck and seemingly floated over to the wall at high speeds only to slam Saul against it. "You've embarrassed yourself, the Forgiven, and quite frankly me in front of the whole world. Tell me, Saul, what is your mission?"

"T-To spread enlightenment across the world, Messiah!" Saul stammered out as the Messiah held him against the wall.

"Then tell me why-" The Messiah threw him across the room into the opposite wall and Saul was seeing stars as he was bleeding. "-you are doing the opposite, making our movement look like a petty cult?" the Messiah said as he walked over to Saul.

"Messiah, please!" Saul put both of his hands up to protect himself. "It's that girl! Where ever I go, she shows up! Nothing we used against her works! She's unstoppable!"

The Messiah stopped in their tracks and asked, "... Are you making excuses?"

Saul seemingly found himself lifted into the air and the Messiah walked up. Saul had to say, "No, Messiah,"

"Because the matter of Annebelle is the other thing I've wanted to discuss with you," The Messiah said as Saul fell to the ground and gasped for air. "The fact that you've fled hundreds of miles away from one girl is... disgraceful."

"I had no other option!" Saul tried to plead.

"I gave you all the options," The Messiah as he got close to Saul, and walked a circle around Saul as they made their speech, "All the tools, everything you need. And yet you fail to use them. When I look around... I see evil, degeneracy, heresy... all over this state. The Dollhouse perverts the flesh, there are a Coven of Witches that practice witchcraft, monsters are roaming the streets at night, and that abomination has chased you here..."

The Messiah came to a stop as Saul looked on in horror.

"... I want you to kill all of them," The Messiah said, "If you leave this city before doing so; I'm going to kill you."

"How am I supposed to accomplish all of that?!" Saul asked and the Messiah shook their head.

"I didn't choose you for this position because you were foolish, Saul," The Messiah walked off as a circle of swirling light appeared and they walked into it. Before they disappeared; they stopped and looked back.

"Whatever you need," The Messiah started, "The Mother-Star provides."

Then they were gone and Saul was standing straight up and he stared slack-jawed in horror. How... how was he supposed to take all of them down? The Forgiven couldn't accomplish that without attracting the attention of something worse.

However, a lightbulb quickly went off in his head.

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It was a busy day for Paragon Labcorps.

It was usual for Mondays. What was also usual was everyone getting over their various hangovers. It was typical as the secretary that was more or less the guard for Blake Schmidt quietly played Minecraft while there was a lull in things to do. Some people walked up and she immediately X'd out of it and the first thing that came up was some Microsoft powerpoints. She raised her head and saw... Luther Saul? And a man and a woman but she wasn't that concerned with them. Luther Saul was in front of her.

"Why hello there," Saul said, "We have an appointment with Blake Schmidt."

"Oh yes," the Secretary said as she got up and gestured for them to come along, "Right this way."

The three were lead into Blake Schmidt's office which was a very fancy and ornate looking room with a grand view of all of Tampa. Well, only the beach. The rest of Tampa can burn. And sitting behind that desk was THE Blake Schmidt. Wearing a suit and he widely smiled at Saul,

"Saul, my old friend, how are you doing?"

"... This is the first time we met, Schmidt," Saul asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well since Paragon has funneled a lot of money into your organization..." Blake said as he took a sip of his wine. He shrugged, "So, it's like we're friends already!"

"That's an odd way to go about it..." Saul said as he took a seat on the chair and Savannah and Dean were standing at each of his sides.

"So, Saul," Blake placed down the wine glass and leaned forward and supported himself with his arms. "What do I owe the occasion to?"

"Have you seen that little video... put on Snapchat or whatever it's called?" Saul asked.

"Well, I always have my little birdies keep an eye out for that kind of thing..." Blake said with a wide smile forming on his face. "... The real question is..."

Blake got off from his seat and walked around his desk and placed a hand on it while leaning against it. "... What's it to you?" He said dramatically.

"Well, I think we can form a deal here," Saul said as he stood up and looked up at the far taller millionaire. "You want to know about the supernatural and I am willing to point you in the right direction."

"And what's the price?" Blake said with a chuckle. "Everyone has a price."

"The world of the supernatural is a dangerous one, Schmidt," Saul said, "And there's this particular group of "witches" or whatever they call themselves, operating out of Tampa."

He put his hand up and Dean put his cellphone in Saul's hand and he displayed its contents to Saul. it showed the video of Madison and Molly fighting.

"Dean Farrow here recorded this while out on the town," Saul said. "And I'll tell you that if you want to know anything about the supernatural; they'll help you."

Blake smiled.

"I don't just want to know about the supernatural, my dear friend..." Blake ominously said as he started laughing. "I want these abilities for myself! I want to build my very own organization of illustrious people enhanced by supernatural abilities! I'll call them the Elite!"

"... Then this is perfect," Saul stated, "Supernatural beings can give out powers to each other. So..."

"You want me to seek out this Coven?" Blake said, "What for...? I know you're not telling me this for nothing."

"It's not," Saul said as he sat down and crossed one leg over the other. "... I want you to dismantle the Coven. Any way possible. They're dangerous and they need to be removed for the greater good."

Blake grinned.

"... Anything ol' chum!"

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The night fell and Kimberly, the Ghost Hunter, and Rowan were walking through the woods.

Kimberly had a flashlight in hand and Rowan had turned on the night vision on his camera to provide them some lighting in their trek through the scorching woods. Though, on Kimberly's side, it was just for show because the sigil of a cockroach underneath her foot was glowing. Not that anyone could see it, but one could notice how there was a bunch of flying insects around scouting the area for Kimberly. The ability that she received from a deceased girl allowed her to see the vague aura through her insects. Which pretty much meant she had full awareness of the environment...

... In her other hand, she had a microphone.

"... So, tonight we are tracking the elusive maneater," Kimberly said into the microphone, looking back at the camera. "We tracked it to these woods!" She was careful not to detail which woods they were in because other people were tracking her as well.

The insects picked up something and Kimberly paused in her tracks. There was the vague aura of somebody hunched over a dead woman who was homeless... and the figure on top of her was devouring the subject. She hissed a swearword because she didn't expect to run into something this soon. They'll have to come back and record some scenes to make it look like they were building up to the monster.

Kimberly swiped a flat hand across her throat as she reached into her satchel and pulled out a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield 2.0. Rowan cut the feed, and the two moved their way over towards the figure as lightly as possible. If they played their cards right, they could get the drop on it. While she had powers she wasn't stupid, far from it, she knew that a little extra heat won't hurt. Kimberly cut the lights as she approached the thing.

With more of the insects surrounded it rather than the environment, she was able to get good at it when she flashed her flashlight on it. The thing had chalk-white skin that was almost literally skin and bones, with long bleeding claws but Kimberly couldn't see its face as it had buried itself into the torso of a... little girl. No older than thirteen years old with long black hair. Kimberly couldn't help but freeze out of pity for the girl. She has seen some shit so the gore didn't bother her but this? This was getting to be too much. She was ripped to shreds before she was killing.

Which made her mission to stop Annabelle all the more important. There was no saving this girl, however. The monster that was eating her on the other hand...

"Stop!" Kimberly said as she aimed her pistol at it with both hands and dropped her weight. Her finger was on the trigger.

The creature hissed at Kimberly as it quickly lunged at her. She had no choice but to squeeze the trigger and a bullet came out and hit the chalk-white thing directly in the shoulder. The creature let out an inhuman sequel and quickly Kimberly pulled the trigger again and there was that deafening ring as it was hit directly in the chest. And it still had enough strength to hop off... except it was bleeding profusely and Kimberly followed the trail of blood through the woods.

She cursed herself for not putting her insect swarm on it so she could track it. However, she sent the insect swarm forward after it to scout the area ahead to make sure that she's not walking into a horde of those things. She had the pistol hanging low as she ran as she asked, "Are you recording?"

"Yeah," Rowan said as he ran behind Kimberly.

"Shit, I didn't say to record, Rowan! Um..." Kimberly trailed off. "So I'm chasing after the illusive maneater as we speak!"

The insect swarm tracked the creature to an abandoned house as it jumped through the window and disappeared. The first thing that Kimberly did as the two approached the house sent the insect swarm around the house to scout. There was nobody nearby, only the cold night sky and the shrubbery. The next thing Kimberly did was send the swarm inside to find the monster however she found herself the outline of a tall, gaunt, figure wearing a robe...

"No..." Kimberly muttered

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Massive Attack - Angel

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The door was kicked down as an an enormous figure wearing a deer skull and a black robe stepped out. The thing was easily like seven feet tall and smelled horrid. The person was at least thirty feet away and Kimberly found herself gagging at the odor she was giving off. Like a dead body...

"Rowan," Kimberly gagged again as she slid her pistol into her satchel. "Stay close. I think we just found the Maneater herself...." She said into the camera.

The swarm of insects floated down towards the ground as a gesture of surrendering. She took a few steps forward as the figure said,

"... Who are you? Why have you come here?"

"Annabelle," Kimberly said as there was a growing nervousness in her throat as she stepped up. "I've come to help you."

"I don't want your help!" Annabelle roared.

"You do," Kimberly said, "You're not in control of your actions, it's the curse. We need to cure you of it."

"The Hunger..." Annabelle said as she pulled her hand from underneath the robe and stared at it. It wasn't a hand at this point, it was like a claw. Her fingertips were shaped into lengthy sharp claws and her skin was pale as paper, "... I need this. I need this to kill Saul!"

The woman loudly yelled as she slashed at the wall and nearly took down the fragile building.

"I understand what Saul did to you-"

"No, you don't! Nobody understands!" The woman began clawing at her mask as she growled out the words. "You don't understand what he did to me, what he did to my sister, my friends! I-I can't stop!"

"You have to, Anna!" Kimberly shouted, "You're killing innocent people! You may hate Saul, but you shouldn't drag them into this! I know there's a good person in there deep down, so I'm begging you, begging you, stop. For them. There are dangerous people after you and I don't think I can stop them!"

Annabelle yelled as she fell to her hands and knees.

"I want to stop..." Annabelle said as she rested her face into her claws. "I... I have to kill Saul. This rage. I'm... hungry. I have to kill..."

"Annabelle, fight it," Kimberly said. "I know you can do it. We can bring Saul to justice, I just need you to stop."

"No... I must kill Saul! I hunger for his flesh!" Annabelle said as she placed a claw on the ground and pushed herself to her feet. Red eyes flashed from underneath her deer skull mask as she said. "... I'm hungry."

Annabelle lunged at Kimberly, covering the ground at high speeds.

"Shit!" Kimberly shouted as she pulled out her pistol and as she summoned the swarm of insects to attack Annabelle. Their hellish buzzing could be heard for miles as they formed a thick cloud in front of her around Annabelle. "Rowan!"

"On it!" Rowan grabbed onto Kimberly and the two were surrounded with a glowing blue aura as Annabelle was attacked by the insects. They compressed themselves from a cloud as they covered her from head to toe in bugs and attacked her. The bees and hornets stung her, the fire ants ripped and tore at her legs, and everything else just tore at her vital areas. Meanwhile, Kimberly was aiming her weapon at her.

"I'm sorry, Annabelle!" Kimberly shouted. "You've given me no other choice!"

"I... I knew you didn't care about me!" Annabelle shouted as she slashed at the insects.

"Don't make me do this!" Kimberly said as a tear went down her eye. "We can still work this out, Annabelle! We can stop! You can stop!"

"I already told you..." Annabelle shouted, "I can't!"

She lunged through the swarm of insects as she landed on all fours before launching herself at Kimberly. Who immediately let loose several bullets and they all hit Annabelle... she just didn't stop as she tackled Kimberly to the ground. Rowan went down with her as the camera, and pistol, went sliding across the floor. Kimberly felt Annabelle's claws pressing into her shoulders as she screamed.

"Kim!" Rowan shouted as she grabbed the pistol and let a few rounds off into Annabelle... and one went clean through her skull and splattered her brains all over the grass. It left a hole in her mask which showed the brutality... This gave Kimberly ample time to get from under Annabelle before it was instantly replaced. She was panting as she crawled her way to Rowan's feet and he threw his pistol to her.

"We gotta get out of here," Kimberly said to Rowan as she reached into her satchel and pulled out a photograph of their hotel room.

"Please..." Annabelle said as she stood straight up. She was violently twitching almost as if she was trying to hold herself back. She holds her hands together below her waist as she shouted, "Just... go!"

Kimberly didn't waste any time in teleporting herself and Rowan out of there.

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Annabelle walked back into the abandoned building, seething because of all of her wounds and the betrayal. Her skull mask now had a hole in it that she needed to fix. At all costs. Annabelle sighed.

"... She's right you know," A voice appeared from behind Annabelle and she merely turned around her shoulder to see a familiar sight. "You need to stop hurting people."

"I'm trying to, Sophia," Annabelle softly mumbled. "I'm trying to do the right thing..."

"Then... just stop," The girl the softest smile said. "You want to do the right thing? Then stop hurting people and accept help."

"I have to stop Saul!" Annabelle shouted as she turned around, "He hurt us! I can't let him keep hurting people! What if I stop now, and he does the same thing to other people!?"

Sophia walked over to Annabelle, and put a hand on her shoulder, "Okay, maybe we can take this one step at a time? You... haven't been taking care of yourself." Sophia mentioned as she wrestled Annabelle's hand from underneath the robe and examined.

"Maybe you should take some time tooooo..." Sophia trailed off as she looked at Annabelle's claw. ".. Take a shower, do your hair, cut your nails? Maybe get out of this ugly robe? Where the hell did you get this in the first place?"

Sophia smiled at her.

"I love you, Sophia," Annabelle said as tears ran down her face from underneath the mask. "I'll do everything in my power to protect you, protect you from him."

"I love you too," Sophia said with a smile. "I just want you to come home so we can get some ice cream and maybe play some games like we used to."

Annabelle stared at Sophia for a second.

"Things will never be the same," She said as she snatched her claw away. "... And you know that." Annabelle began walking away and left Sophia standing there staring at him.

"Yeah, I know," Sophia kept that wide smile on her face. "Take your time."

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The next day Emily went back to work and business as usual as one of Blake Schmidt's many, many, secretaries. She had her hair in a bun and she was, for once, wearing glasses as she stood in front of the computer endlessly typing away. It was Friday, and she was going to finish strong before she went home and wondered what kind of fuckery the Coven was going to send her way next. To be honest, she's been watching her back as of late with the whole FBI thing. She had no clue if they were actual FBI, but at the same time, they haven't hauled her or anyone else to jail.

Good.

She was too pretty for jail.

As per usual, the rest of the Coven were doing whatever during the week. Presumably, those dumbasses had to be working at a Burger King or doing something to contribute to society. Something to justify them making so many trees work so hard at keeping them alive. Though, she shook her head as she focused on her work.

"... You should go see what Schmidt is doing," Babylon said as she floated in front of Emily as she came to a stop.

"Babylon how many times have I told you?" Emily said, "Someone's going to see you."

"Long as they're not Extra-Normal or anything," Babylon smiled, "We're fine!"

"Good grief," Emily said, however, Babylon disappeared when somebody walked up and she turned her nose upwards at the sight. It was a short, red-haired woman wearing a suit and glasses and had a face covered in freckles.

Jenna Lyons.

"Ms. Reed," Jenna said with a coy smile on her face and a clipboard. Usually, this bitch piles the work she doesn't want to do on Emily because she's low on the food chain. And every time that Emily saw her she wanted to punch her in her little whore face. She always walks around the office all smug all because she's been fucking Blake Schmidt. And everyone who seems to drop their panties for him always gets the best of the best. It seems like everyone has been sucking and fucking for a promotion, raise, fewer duties... and it was pissing Emily off.

"Maybe you should just give in," Babylon said and Emily didn't even respond she just focused on Jenna.

"Anything I can help you with, Ms. Jenna?" Emily asked as she used all of her strength to restrain herself.

"If you hate her so much, just turn let me turn her into a monster or something," Babylon shrugged. "Or better yet, turn her into your love slave. Nothing's more empowering than seeing your most hated enemy's face between your legs."

And Emily ignored her as usual as Jenna gave her the orders for today.

"Mr. Schmidt would like to see you," Jenna said as she gestured for Emily to come along and she raised an eyebrow. Schmidt never gave her the time of day and unlike the rest of these sluts she wasn't crowding around him to get in his pants. Emily, without another word, pushed herself to her feet and followed after Jenna in the busy halls of the Paragon Labcorps. Why the hell did he call it "Paragon"? All she saw here was corporate greed and capitalism gone wild.

But it paid twenty-five (and fifty cents) an hour so Emily couldn't complain.

Eventually, they were in the elevator and Emily simply stood there as Babylon floated over to Jenna.

"My, my, she's quite attractive, red hair, freckles, a nice bosom... her nose looks strange, however," Babylon said, "But, you are far, far above her and if Blake is willing to do anything to make sure his toy is happy... think of what he'll do for you? If you just swallow your pride and get the power you desire."

Emily narrowed her eyes at Babylon. Not happening.

Eventually, the doors opened and that awkward feeling also dissipated. Emily followed Jenna as Babylon floated behind them unbeknownst to the lead secretary and lead them to Blake Schmidt's office. This was the first time she's seen the CEO's office... it was fancy.

"... And it could be yours," Babylon said.

However, Blake was standing staring out the window with his arms behind his back like a window without a word... like a total weirdo.

"Emily G. Reed," Blake started as he ominously (and overdramatically) turned his head to look over his shoulder at her. "Do you know why you're here?"

"No, not at all, sir," Emily meekly answered.

"Jenna, show her," Blake said with a snap of his fingers and Jenna Lyons displayed her cellphone... which showed the video of Emily burning her clothes off and the various fights against the Greenwood Coven and even the fight in the Dairy Queen parking lot. And Emily bit her fingertips as she looked up at Blake with wide-eyed.

"... What do you want, Blake?" Emily asked.

"Oh! You aren't in trouble or anything, I was thinking that you and this little group of yours could help me with a little problem of mine," Blake said and Emily raised an eyebrow.

She put a hand on her tiny hip as she tilted her head, "... And what problem is that?" She asked.

"Well, I've been looking to delve into the world of the Extra-Normal," Blake said as he turned around and began closing the distance between the two, and Emily instinctively took a step back. "And I'm willing to pay top dollar for whoever can get me one of these magical abilities."

"Oh, I can give him one!" Babylon said as she readied a yellow sigil and Emily shook her head.

"Shaking your head at nothing, I see!" Blake said, before he put his fingers together as if he was going to snap them, "Perhaps this can sway you." Blake snapped his fingers and somebody came in.

Emily immediately identified the tall, Japanese-American, woman that walked in as Makoto Koda. Sporting her trademark smirk as she carried in a briefcase and placed it on the table. Blake opened the briefcase and revealed that it was full of money and Emily's jaw dropped.

"... It's all yours." Blake said, "Think of it as your bonus for all the hard work."

Emily, true to her name G. Reed, went through it... and realized it was hundreds on top and a bunch of ones on the bottom.

That motherfucker.

"I would like a meeting with your friends," Blake Schmidt said, "If you get your little Coven in a meeting with me and get me initiated with the supernatural I'll shower you with money, Ms. Reed."

Emily smiled widely... this will be enough to help pay's Jacqueline medical bills and if Blake honors his end... then maybe she'll have enough until Jacqueline's curse is cured. She looked up.

"... Where do you need them and when?" Emily asked.

"Oh, well, Jenna here will arrange that," Blake said as he waved his hand, "Just contact her and we'll... sort something out." He smiled.

"Now run along, you have the rest of the day off."

Emily had to contain her excitement as she took the briefcase and nearly ran out of the office... where Blake narrowed his eyes at Makoto, "Follow her." Makoto smiled as she took off after Emily.

"... Best news I heard all day!" Emily said to herself as she ran outside with the briefcase and quickly ran to the parking lot where she threw on her helmet and hopped on her moped. As she started it, she sent out a text message to the Coven's Snapchat group.

Alright sloots I have important business so let's meet up at the amusement part right now like ASAP

it involves big $$$ from Mr Schmidt like i said get to the place ASAP like right fucking now sloots

With that, Emily zipped off on her moped towards the Coven's new meeting spot.

Fantasy Land.

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Jidenna - Vaporiza

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Claudette wasn't one to pry.

When Madison came back from the encounter with the Hound she seemed distant. Stranger even. She didn't talk, avoided even looking at Claudette, and just went to work and came home. Every attempt to connect with her and talk with her about what exactly happened with that thing ended up with nothing. And all Claudette has been doing was experimenting with her abilities in her spare time and doing odd-jobs around Tampa to make some living. It was nice that Madison was willing to let her live with her, but the money that she has saved is slowly depleting. And she's not sure if she would be able to go back to her hole job.

Claudette sighed as she sat on the couch, watching TV bored out of her mind. Most of the other girls had a job or school to attend, which was why they always met on the weekends. Though, after what happened with the "FBI", things were beginning to change. For starters, they seemed to be getting serious. Or trying to. They needed to prepare for these things much, better. As Babylon said, they attracted strange.

Her phone beeped and saw that it was from the Coven's Snapchat group... which they only were supposed to use in emergencies.

Alright sloots I have important business so let's meet up at the amusement part right now like ASAP

it involves big $$$ from Mr Schmidt like i said get to the place ASAP like right fucking now

"Oh, dear..." Claudette didn't like the sound of this. Emily G. Reed wasn't exactly the most... sensible person. Especially with Babylon at her side. It was unfortunate but that was how things were going to go. A few messages were confirming that they were going to this impromptu meeting - but some said they were late because they wanted to meet some prospective members of the Coven - and Claudette sighed. Madison was out at the moment and that meant that Claudette had to take the bus.

Again, Claudette sighed as she grabbed her keys and walked out the door.

Just another day in the Coven.

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Eventually, Claudette got off the bus and walked a little while to their brand new meeting spot. The Coven had many, many, arguments about where they should meet but eventually, somebody suggested that they meet at this place known as Fantasy Land.
A theme park that was abandoned some time ago somewhat east of Tampa towards Seffner and other places. As Claudette walked through the gates she felt an odd feeling. Like there was something wrong here.

Maybe that was the thing... people say that Fantasy Land park was haunted. Cursed even. People go in and never come out, it was a bunch of silly rumors and other ghost stories. And Claudette would have regarded it as such before she realized that ghosts and monsters were real. Very real.

Today was a great day, it was bright and sunny. A perfect day for a meeting. Florida had some of the most schizophrenic weather that Claudette had ever seen. One day it'd be storming and another day it'd be beautiful. Claudette made sure to dress appropriately for the day, however. She was wearing black sweat shorts and a blue T-shirt and some blue New Balance sneakers. She had a backpack on for the door so she kinda looked like a hiker. Her afro was puffy as always...

... She heard a rustling in the bushes and she immediately cast a shroud of darkness over the area. Call it paranoia, but Claudette knew better than to shrug it off. She couldn't hear anything but she made a hole in the darkness to pierce through it and see what it was.

... And what came running out was an alligator. Any normal person would probably scream and run away, however, Claudette dispersed the darkness as she bent down.

"Chompy!" Claudette said as she pat the alligator on the head like a dog, "I missed you, Monsieur!"

The first oddity about the Coven was that they had a pet alligator (or "familiar" whatever that meant). It was the most Florida thing that she ever heard in her life. She had no clue what exactly the thing was, she heard some of the members calling it an Abscised or something. Claudette didn't care. Normally the Alligator is the guardian of the Coven's lair while they weren't around... but it was bad at its job.

Very bad.

However, Chompy was here and Claudette affectionately rubbed the sides of its face. "Let's go." She said as she got up and began walking through the amusement park until they made it to their planned meeting shop... one of the abandoned restaurants the place had in the shape of a ship. There were many, many, different seats and tables and Claudette pulled a chair out with her foot and sat down on it.

Casually waiting for the "woman of the hour" to show up.

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Domcamatic (Joker Remix) - Gorillaz

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Why did everything have to be such a bother?

Taylor turned her nose upwards as she walked down the streets of Tampa... the sun was shining bright as ever but every time Taylor looked up at the sun she always got reminded of bad things. Very bad things. She shook her head as she was looking at her cellphone. She was reading some text messages, and her phone was being barraged with Snapchat, Instagram, and Facebook notifications from people she didn't even know. Honestly, she couldn't be bothered to answer them all and didn't even read it. How much do these people spend on their phones? Though one hand was on her cellphone, the other was with a cigarette in between her fingertips. It was almost like she was in a rush to ruin this body.

Though, she bumped into somebody in front of her and dropped both the cigarette and her cellphone. She let out a quiet yelp as she tried to save the cigarette but it was crushed by the person's foot. She picked up her phone and tried to dust it off.

"... Um, miss," Taylor heard the gentleman's voice looking down at her as she realized that she forgot something. "You just bump into me and not even apologize?"

Oh shit, right. Taylor thought to herself as she looked up at the older gentleman, she was about to mouth an apology before he stormed off.

"Bitch." He said as he walked off and Taylor shrugged.

Can't please everyone. Taylor thought to herself as she walked off and continued to her destination... which was a Dairy Queen. So, this was where the Coven was set to meet her. Apparently, they had a few incidents and didn't want to tell people where they were off the bat. They wanted to meet them first... but a fucking Dairy Queen? Was this the best they could do? Taylor shook her head as she walked in and ordered a strawberry milkshake and took a sip of it as she walked to a table.

They said to meet them at this exact table... and that there would be other prospective members of the Coven there, too.

What a joy.

Recollections: The Othergrounds [Complete]

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"Holy shit."

Caelea's here, too? Who else from Farmer Hell's gonna show up? She hoped not someone like Scott Reese or anything. Because that'd suck. But a familiar face was here! Zoey never got to ask Caelea what was paler: her face or her ass.

“Zoey? Is this some kinda reunion I didn’t know about and got kidnapped for? Can’t say a cruise ship is ideal… But seriously, do you have any idea what the fuck is going on?”

Caelea

"Well," Zoey tried to find a way to explain the absolute clusterfuck that went on yesterday (?). She ran a hand through her hair as she looked around. She heard some rustling somewhere but wasn't worried about it. If the monsters were as subtle as before (and that was, not at all) they probably would have long noticed them. But, back to the point, "I woke up on the street too long ago - have no idea if it was a day or an hour or a few minutes - fought a monster, went to sleep now I'm a fuckin' cruise ship."

Zoey shrugged, "So no, I don't know what's going on, but do you like want to get some actual clothes, heh?"

That rustling turned out to be Stacey Gray... a fellow Gray! Except not really. She remembered saving his ass from last night and how eternally grateful he was for that. "Stacey!" She cheekily called. However, he seemed a bit apprehensive for some reason... which didn't add up if this was her Stacey. She scratched the back of her neck as she replied, "Honestly, not one fuckin' clue - but are you okay, brah? You look a little worried."

Though there was feedback on the speakers before blaring,

“Test, test?” It was soon followed by a “Hell yeah!”

Penny

"... Is that?" Zoey asked as she looked at the speaker.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ttention all passengers! This is Captain Penny speaking of the USS Shitshow, coming to you live from Paradise Radio. Could all human-bodied passengers please make their way up to the bridge on Deck B? I repeat all human-bodied passengers to the bridge on Deck B.”

Penny

"... Heh, still ain't change a bit," Zoey muttered to herself.

“Thiiiiiiiiis is your Captain speaking! To any of you who just tried responding to me, that isn’t how it works and you’re a moron, mow get your asses to the bridge, or I’ll find a way to broadcast Jimmy Buffett. I repeat you will be forced to hear Boat Drinks.”

"... Shit, knowing her, she already figured out to do it," Zoey said to the group, she gestured for them to come along, "Let's go."

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However, it wasn't long before the door to the bridge opened.

And it revealed a familiar sight... Odessa Maxwell casually stepping in, except she was wearing a different outfit from before. Somehow, somewhere, she managed to find herself a bright orange robe-like clothing with the hood up and it went down her knees. And her legs were covered with jeans... except she wasn't wearing shoes of any kind. She just casually stepped in and gave Penny a warm smile.

"Hello again, stranger," Odessa closed the door behind her as she held her hands together. "I'm starting to think this won't be the last time we wake up in a weird place... but I'm glad to see you are enjoying yourself."

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Silvermist wxp is out the rp

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Also I plan on timeskipping soon before the activity teethers.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

Are there more people working on their character sheets?

@Lirriia

I'm plotting out a character. Will have her together probably soon.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Taylor P. Rae

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"A bitch is gonna get youuuu... watchout."

[ 19 | 5'4ft | Caucasian | She/Her | 120 ]

[Bitterness]

APPEARANCE

"Heh... things don't change; people will say anything to get into my pants."

When Taylor walks into a room, she usually has a constant aura of "don't fuck with me" and probably for good reason. She has a resting bitch face that'd put even the angriest of people off and usually talks low and rarely makes eye contact. Taylor has the aura of a venomous snake, the kind that'd kill you if you fuck with it without a second thought. Though in the blink of an eye that aura can change to a vibrant, wacky one that would draw people in. Which makes it looks like she's an utter tryhard which isn't that far off.

In terms of appearance, Taylor tries not to be the prettiest princess. Her hair is a mess and she doesn't bother with feminine hygiene. She usually looks like the kind of person who'd get out of bed without a care in the world. Some people get the impression that Taylor's a bit of a "tomboy" (a phrase that Taylor vehemently denies). It shows in her gruff voice (which is from years of smoking), her rather muscular body that lacks curves, and aggressive attitude. Taylor has been blessed with a relatively fast metabolism and she supplements it by hitting up the gym and working out. The girl doesn't quite work out the right way but her legs are very well toned and defined due to running track and working out a lot in high school. The girl ain't a fitness nut, but she knows the importance of being in great shape.

In terms of height, she's just an inch below the female average and in terms of the chest she's 30A and she often eschews a bra because of how flat-chested she is. Though she can at least say that she has a nice ass. What kinda helps swing her back toward female is her hair. She has long and wild shoulder-length hair that's dyed a variety of different shades of blonde. Because of her hair, you'll probably miss her more well-toned aspects and it's nice in firey. The girl is Caucasian and honestly, that's all that's important for Taylor. She's not the kind of person to dig into her ancestry because she quite honestly doesn't give a shit. Though she has some fairly heavy scarring on her body due to being attacked by a monster out in the woods north of Tampa. There are some cuts and slashes all over her body, even some bite marks.

Taylor's fairly obsessed with the punk aesthetic, so that is something she adapted well. From her short hair to her makeup (usually she has on eyeshadow), to the piercings all over her body (her cheek, nose, ear, belly button, and nipples, are pierced). To her attire, she dresses to get a point across - other than that she likes punk - she wants to look tough, and look good. She dresses like a stereotypical tough-girl by wearing studded jackets, heavy boots, and more. Sometimes she dresses even lighter in things like t-shirts and jeans, and with her resting bitch face alone she gets across her point. Ironically enough, she doesn't have any tattoos at all.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Piece of you for a piece of me, sugar."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Taylor wants to forge an identity for herself and do anything in her power to deal with this inner struggle. She's two people that have been combined into one person and now she wants to be something... new. Taylor wants to help people, no matter the personal cost as she feels that's the key to her happiness. Though, at the moment, Taylor wants to protect the world from the supernatural.

WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Honestly, Taylor is looking for companionship in this cold, cold, world. It's been a while since she rolled with a group of Extra-Normals and she's longing for that experience again. She wants to be like the old her.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Taylor believes that everyone has happiness out there, waiting for them, and most importantly, the decency of human kindness. She believes that it is good for everyone, and unhappy or bad people are the people who need kindness the most. She hates the self-sustaining cycle of rage and hatred that consumes so many people (Even though she's pretty angry herself), so Taylor will do anything to break it. Taylor believes that true happiness comes from helping people.

SECRETS ⫻ Taylor is an open book with nothing to hide, anything you want to know about her she'll probably answer with a chipper smile. Not even her encounter with the Glutton. As for other people's secrets, she usually shows a bit more respect.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Taylor is openly bisexual and is often finding herself flirting with both genders, regardless of race or any of that. One time Taylor flirted with a nun. It's hard to tell if it's legitimate or not, a lot of the time Taylor likes to joke around. Though she's pretty loose and only really says it's for stress relief.

FEARS ⫻ Taylor fears the things that are out there in the dark because she's seen them. They're scary. They're out there. And they're waiting to strike. A part of Taylor is starting to realize that one of them is going to end the world.

REPUTATION ⫻ Back where she came from, Taylor is known as the town bicycle and they're not willing to let that go. Not that she cares. Here in Tampa, she's known as the nut who got attacked by an animal or something and claims it was a monster.

FLAWS ⫻ Taylor is very sullen and withdrawn, and usually goes to any length to feel something. Usually, it's by drinking excessively, partying, or throwing herself at the nearest person. Like there's something she's hiding. Taylor is also incredibly spiteful and has a very short fuse. One wrong thing, one wrong push of her buttons will cause her to break out into a fit.

BACKSTORY

"I've seen death, and come back, I've seen horrors and found out they weren't all that scary... Nothing scares me anymore."

Before there was Taylor Rae, there was Claire O'Sullivan.

Claire was once a good girl, many moons ago. She had hope, she believed in something. She was just a native of Farmer Hill, the daughter of a diner owner, and a waitress. Everything was good... up until the diner was closed down due to running out of money. Then the O'Sullivan's idyllic dream went sour, and they moved to a trailer park in Mason Square. The downgrade tore the O'Sullivan family apart, and Claire's parents turned to alcohol to cope. And they weren't the happy kind of drunks. They were the violent kind of drunks that turned their rage on anything they could.

Claire was too young to understand alcohol, but she had no choice but to take the beatings with a straight face. Might as well, because it wasn't like Claire had any other options. She would go to school and lie about what happened. Eventually, Claire became the punching bag for all sorts of abuse, since her parents had no one else to vent their rage towards. And there wasn't anything Claire could do to stop them. She'd be homeless or dead if she tried to fight back, but this planted rage in Claire. Rage towards her parents, and rage towards herself due to being so weak.

There was some comfort in life; her grandparents. She went to stay with them as much as she could since they only lived a short walk away at their ranch. She stayed there long as she could, as much. Coming up with excuses after excuses... until they got suspicious, and called child services. This was the relief that Claire was looking for, and she spilled everything they did. She was promptly removed from their household, and placed in the care of her grandparents. With her parents instructed to never come anywhere near her, or her grandparents.

This was like the dream that Claire was desperately looking for... only that the damage was already done. She thought that it was over, but the mental damage was already done. She couldn't help but think about them constantly, and it hurt her in every way. As she matured and developed, she lashed out and eventually sought solace wherever she possibly could. It started with hanging out with the wrong crowd, trying drugs, to experimenting with the same gender. In the end... it became a habit that shaped her. Into a hedonist that wants to do anything to forget about the past, and erase those thoughts.

Though, there were a few people that were able to keep her on the straight and narrow, people that reminded her of what she was deep down. The first person was Zoey Gray, a girl that Claire had known since she was a little girl - before the abuse started. Zoey and Claire were inseparable, and even with the changes, Zoey stuck with Claire. Their friendship was incredibly close (to the point where people wondered if they were seeing each other), but Claire wanted to keep it platonic. Because she felt like Zoey was too good for her - case in point, Zoey was beginning to emulate Claire.

The other person, who was more surprising, was Britney Williams, who was one of the town's princesses. Their friendship was formed by Britney's desire to rebel, and they became friends. Briefly, and secretly, they both became much closer than friends, but they drifted apart rather quickly. However, they remained in touch, remembering the fun they had.

Claire got through school, and wondered about her future... and decided to follow her long lost wish of becoming a nurse. Her grandparents had already saved up enough money for her to get through school, or at least try to, so she got into Grand Ridge Academy. She has been attending for a few months, trying to get her life back in order, but yet, she's finding it hard not to fall back onto old habits. She still had problems, and she still looked for ways to ease the pain, anything to make it hurt less. Having sex with her classmates made it hard to shake the "town bicycle" reputation she had before.

She still improved, however. At parties, she went a little lighter on drinking and wasn't as easy as she once was. With the help of Zoey Gray at her side, she had her little coach, and everything was going great. Then the semester ended and Zoey signed up for a camping trip that Grand Ridge was hosting that was supposed to take place over the summer, and Claire wondered, why not...

Claire had been through it all, from the massacre at the camp to Awakening, but at Hillview High, she met her end at the hands of the Glutton. She was tortured by the thing endlessly until the Glutton was defeated and she was freed from the thing. However, there wasn't enough room for everyone killed by the thing to be resurrected so she ended sacrificing her spot so Zoey can survive. At least, that's what Claire told Zoey.

In actuality, Claire had made a deal with the Hound. A deal that she didn't fulfill and when the rest of the Awakened were resurrected she, unfortunately, was not apart of them.

However, that wasn't the end of Claire's story... the Hound gave her one last chance as an Apparition given her lingering rage and bitterness was enough to bring her back. Claire's apparition was one about protecting people from those who cannot protect themselves. Eventually, Claire ended up in a town in Florida known as New Port Richey and met a girl named Magnolia Flowers Rose and the two formed a "pact". Whatever the fuck they called it, but Claire willingly allowed herself to be sealed so the girl may use her abstraction.

Inspired by that weirdo Ghost Hunter girl Kimberly, Magnolia, and two of her friends decided to become wannabe Ghost Hunters. Though one member of their little wannabe ghost hunter trio was named Taylor Rae and she was almost the splitting image of Claire. She was a wannabe punk girl out to make a name for herself and was the town bicycle. It was strange, almost like destiny that the two came together - she was even an Awakened with pyromancery. That said, they fought various Apparitions and other weirdos around New Port Richey. Claire was happy to lend her power.

That was when they came across her... the woman in the black robe and deer-skull. She had killed somebody and in her rage, she turned her attention to the little trio of ghost hunters. She attacked them and nearly killed Taylor and in a desperate attempt to save her, Claire had Magnolia break the seal and release her. Claire then went into Taylor's body and adjoined with her to save what was left of her soul.

She saw the Hound again, staring at her.

The Hound turned and left. Almost as if there was nothing to take anymore. The adjoining caused the two to merge mentally and almost form a new being altogether. However, much of Taylor's personality and various other traits were lost in the adjoining, probably because Taylor was dying at the time. However, Claire feels like she's Taylor now... so that's the identity that she took.

Taylor realized that her new abstraction was a combination of the two's abilities, Taylor's pyromancery, and Claire's telekinetic strength. However, the ability mutated and allowed her to create barriers made out of a burning fire. The rest of the wannabe ghost-hunters broke up and Taylor ran into an actual Ghost Hunter: Kimberly Walton. She remembered the girl back from Farmer Hill when she was a weirdo and explained everything to her. The girl was awestruck that her old friend was back, but Taylor requested that she keeps this away from everyone else. The new and improved Taylor wanted to help people and protect them from the scary world that was out there. Though she was longing for an adventure like Farmer Hill.

Kimberly told her about a Coven of witches that were in Tampa and asked Taylor to keep an eye on them. And Taylor agreed, it might be fun.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Piss me off again and next time you get stabbed I'm putting a bandaid on it, sugar."

Medical-Knowledge ⫻ Taylor knows her way around a first-aid kit and she'll patch up a wound in record time. The girl, somehow, knows a lot about the academic side of medicine almost as if she's trying to become a nurse. She knows many wounds and how to treat them.

Extra-Normal Experience ⫻ Taylor is by no means an expert but she knows a fair bit about the Extra-Normal, mainly the Awakened.

Sneaky ⫻ Years of acting out requires years of hiding. There were several times where Taylor had to dip and duck from someone she robbed or someone's house she vandalized. She turned it into an art. Even if she got caught, she can run!

Tagging ⫻ A little thing Taylor picked up from one of her friends was her talent with spraypainting. She has become an expert in tagging any surface and creating art from nothing.

Drummer ⫻ Taylor played a drummer in her school band and is pretty talented. And she likes to rub in people's faces that because she thinks that playing the guitar is overrated.

EXTRA-NORMAL ABILITIES

"Get behind me and don't look at my ass while you're back there, sugar."

TYPE ⫻ Aberrant (Adjoined)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Fire-Barriers, the ability to create flaming barriers out of telekinetic energy and fire blasts of concussive fire.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ The Fire-Barriers is a mixture of Claire's telekinetic-shell abstraction and Taylor's pyromancery. It formed a powerful ability, even though it shifted a bit from the personal usage that Claire used it for and became a barrier. Possibly to reflect her new attitude towards protecting people. At the tips of her fingers, Taylor can create massive barriers that seem to be made out of orange energy that is engulfed in bright raging flames. The barrier is usually a simple shape: either a square or circle, albeit Taylor can manipulate it's size somewhat. The largest she can make the barrier is around thirty feet in diameter and usually, the barrier is flat and transparent but she can do stuff like curve it. The Barriers are immensely durable, strong enough to withstand a barrage of bullets, and still be able to take another one. Take the strikes of an extra-normal being fairly well without even budging and Taylor brags about it being able to survive a strike from the Hound. Once the barrier is created, Taylor can move it and use it as a weapon by slamming it against an opponent at high-speeds or use it to push back a particularly strong foe. The barriers are burning hot and will burn on contact and spread the fire around the environment. As a side effect, Taylor is immune to the heat generated from her barrier.

Concussive Fire-Blasts ⫻ A technique that Taylor has been able to work out by condensing her barriers into a dense, layered, orb she can use it as a fireball. It's a particularly hard-hitting attack that'd make cracks in concrete and knock somebody directly onto their ass. Along with burning the hell out of them. It's her go-to move for fighting and she can create several of these blasts of various sizes. At the very most she has been able to make it the size of a basketball.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Taylor can sense the auras of those who have been injured from about twenty meters away. The more injured they are, the brighter their aura glows, and that allows her to find them from further away.

LIMITS ⫻ Taylor can only create barriers within arms-length, so if somebody is far away then they're shit out of luck. She can move the barrier but it's only towards and away from herself, so she can't say move the barrier up or down unless it's already at that angle. At the very most Taylor can send the barrier up to fifty feet away from herself. The Emotional-Fields stop her from crushing Extra-Normal beings by disrupting moving her barriers. Taylor can create one barrier at a time, but she has worked out she can create many fireblasts. The barrier also doesn't defend against certain attacks (nonsolid attacks like liquor, air, lasers, etc, etc) but can defend against fire and solid attacks well. Also, the barrier requires stamina, and defending against attacks burns that stamina.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ As you may have expected, water cuts through the barrier like a hot knife through butter. Throwing water on the barrier will create a hole in the barrier that she'll have to expend energy to create the barrier. Drenching the whole barrier in water will destroy the whole thing and end up knocking Taylor out. The barrier doesn't stop nonsolid attacks too good either and they damage the barrier a lot more. The shields getting damaged sends a mental backlash to Taylor. It starts as a basic headache, but if the shield gets destroyed, it'll be so bad that she'll be screaming in pain. While Taylor is immune to heat that doesn't say much for her allies, the heat will eventually fry them if she isn't careful. Of course, Taylor is only immune to the heat made by her barriers and outside heat and flames are still dangerous. As is the smoke generated by anything she sets on fire but this is rare.

OTHER

"I'm not Claire, or even Taylor anymore, I'm... something new yet familiar. Doesn't make sense, I know."

If Taylor's not smoking, then something's wrong. Also calls everyone "sugar".

Decided to drop Samson after I got in the mood to write a different character. He'll be an NPC tho.

Recollections: The Othergrounds [Complete]

Where am I?

I know who I am...

I've been alone long as I can remember.

I watch the people on the streets walk by me.

As if I wasn't there.

A walking shade.

I was here home, or out partying.

Now I'm here and it's...

...rocking endlessly.

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The rocking rose the young Zoey Gray awake as she immediately opened her eyes. The first thing that came to mind was the fucking killer headache that she had and nausea from her hangover...

... Oh yeah, this also wasn't the place where she fell asleep. The girl looked around as she found herself in what was obviously a cruise ship cabin. Despite the fact that she never was on a cruise ship before, Zoey looked out into the balcony and saw the endless ocean. Okay, for fucking real? This place was weird as hell but now she was on a cruise ship. A bloody cruise ship! That meant that she was out in the middle of the sea and that would make it hard as hell to get out.

"Alright, Zoey, think..." Zoey thought to herself as the first thing she did was light a cigarette and took a deep breath as she let the smoke out through her nose. "Ahhhhh, nicotine..." She moaned as she closed her eye.

Now, she had to get the fuck out of here. Zoey was here probably a day? It was still a cold night sky outside the window and it was snowing. Yet... it felt like she had a full night's rest. Was it Penny or one of those other fuckers fucking with her again? Good grief. Zoey merely pushed the door open as she looked around and saw a row of door after door, after door....

Were all fucking cruise ships like this?

"Yoooooooooo!" Zoey shouted, "Anybody here?"

Felt like deja vu.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Detailed Leon and Trevor's abstractions in their npc sheets.