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Mid 20s. Been here a long time, generally only join friend's rps. Constantly tired. Masc nonbinary, preference for they pronouns but he are ok too!

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Interactions: Luna @Estylwen, Bé @Aeolian, Greenwood @Shin Ghost Note, Lila @NoriWasHere, Everyone
The House on the Hill


Anya carefully, silently, kept up with everything that was going on. The talk of the pit was stupid. Suicidal, as multiple people pointed out. It was so idiotic she didn't even deem it important to respond to. If those four decided to throw away their lives? That was on them. Natural selection, in a way. Weeding out those without the intelligence to survive. Nobody she cared about - which was to say, Sloane - was involved.

”Bé? What a pleasant surprise.” She too was surprised to see him - though it made sense, if he wanted to preserve his life. She offered him a smile and a nod, not saying much more. There wasn’t the particular need for words between them, both similar enough to understand that they weren’t here for pleasantries.

The topic had moved forward anyway, with the boy - Clancy - bursting in. Or what was left of him, that was. Anya's lips parted in an expression of mock surprise, eyes widening. Really, it just confirmed suspicions. After all, she couldn't access Clancy's dreams. All humans dreamed, even if rare thanks to frequent alcohol intake.

”Luca, don't- Sullivan!” Anya jumped to her feet as one of their weaker members passed out, face morphing into the picture of concern. Sloane already had it under control - Chalice back to Sully, the oaf doing something useful for once. It was a shame they'd lost their less irritating healers.

She gave Clancy her complete attention when he spoke, committing it to memory. Her mouth opened to ask more.

But then Luna opened her mouth to say something so unnecessary, something that firmly pushed her into the liability category of coven members.

Anya's gaze turned to her as she mentioned other threats. It was actually difficult to keep her expression neutral at that. How stupid could she get? Of course she knew exactly who Luna was talking about.

And they were dangerous.

Too dangerous for everyone else to know about. They were already talking about jumping into the Pit! Knocking down the Elite's doors! They'd do the same for this group too. Then they’d all die.

Don't mention them. Anya's voice spoke directly into Luna's mind. It would be obvious to Luna that it was telepathically transmitted, transplanted right past her emotional field. It wasn't an ability Anya had ten years ago. It wasn't one she used very often, either. Previous to this only one person knew of it - Greyson, who had talked to her while developing his own spell to transplant messages into people’s minds. Hers had taken a different route. More simple, but one not visual. She could, after all, use the channels opened in dreams to get right to a person’s mind. Tell the coven and they kill us all. Hold your tongue. The only threats are Father Wolf, 8th Street and the Wolfpack..

Then, a moment later. We can talk later.

Out loud, she said. ”Of course there are others after us, Luna. The St Portwell magical scene is filled with groups that want to get rid of the rest. There's no point chasing anything beyond the immediate, so let's concentrate on those.”
Hopefully it was enough to stop others from questioning it, and Luna would hold her tongue. If someone asked, she could lie. She was a spy. It was part of the job.

Anya really didn't want to get killed because of one person's loose lips.

Thankfully, their future allies had finally arrived. It was a good way to move the conversation forward from risky business, and onto what they should actually be concentrating on. Immediate threats, things within their current capabilities.

"Greenwood, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” Anya smiled warmly at them, before looking at the chaos that had unfolded. ”The cousin of our former leader,” she gestured to Clancy, ”was injured and came to us for help. People reacted defensively and another helped him, hurting himself in the process. Everyone is healing and calming down now.”

It was a good enough explanation of the situation without taking all day with it - one given before Jack could go on another spiel.

”Calming down including not bringing things up from eavesdropping, and ruining the mood further.” She glanced at Lila, still smiling, almost unnervingly.

”I suppose we should do proper introductions, as started by Jasper. Perhaps describe a little about what we can each do? This is to discuss a magical alliance after all." Anya smiled. "I'm Anya Baksh. I specialise in dream magic.”


Interactions: Jasper @NoriWasHere, Sully & Sloane @Atrophy, Stormy @Blizz, Everyone Present
The House on the Hill


As the elixir got into his system, Luca began to wake up. His eyes slowly cracked open. His vision was blurry… Everything hurt. The agony in the arm that had rotted away, his whole body feeling like he’d been thrown off a building. A different weakness from normal. Magically weak.

The Rot itself was too weak to leave Luca right now, but with Phantombane in effect the rotting touch across his skin was minimised. Barely existent.

His mind was a bit delirious. He could tell this was real, but his thoughts were sluggish, and his body didn't quite do what he wanted it to. As his vision finally came into focus, enough to recognise what was immediately around him, the first thing he saw was Jasper.

He reached up, good hand cupping Jasper's face. ”Heyyy, did I die and go to heaven?”

There was a smile on his lips, laughter bubbling weakly from them, his voice hoarse. He dropped his hand as his mind started to get clearer again, blushing a bit, hoping it was taken as a joke. It mostly had been. He turned his head to look at Stormy then Sully.

”Waking up surrounded by you three… really is the dream… Sully, can I get some more of that good stuff?” Luca croaked out, weakly raising the arm that had practically rotted to the bone. What he'd been given from the water gun was enough to regain consciousness, his heartbeat speeding up from the sluggish pace it'd been barely pumping blood around his body with. But it didn't repair all of the damage.

He looked past the three near him to Sloane, staring so intently at him. He raised his good hand to form a thumbs up, and smiled, hoping to convey that he was alright. His eyes as they met hers were clear, dark brown. Not a single tendril of putrid green. Entirely Luca… as far as anyone could tell, at least.

Luca hadn’t been awake for Greenwood entering, but he heard Anya say who they were and call for introductions.

”I’m Luciano Alves Oliviera,” he said on instinct, like this was some sort of job interview. His brain still wasn’t quite functioning right. Then he laughed. ”Sorry, just Luca! I’ve got a ghost attached to me that makes me rot things, so don’t come too close… it’s dormant for now, though.”


Interactions: Edict @AtomicEmperor, Lynn & Aaron @NoriWasHere
The House on the Hill


"Jesus, Linqian, were you fuckin' a bull mastiff or something?"
Edict

”Close enough, what, you fucking jealous?” Linqian teased quietly, before laughing. Her gaze went past Edict to Leon and that just made her laugh more. Blushing, really? Where was that bravado from last night?

Sadly, she didn’t have the opportunity to offer up some of her own gay spit for Sully to use against Emily. But Thankfully Edict had filled her in via a recollection so she didn't have to get a Jack long winded explanation of the plan... Which honestly she wasn't sure about but hey. She'd never been the planner, she was just pointed towards something and she beat it to shit.

Just like she wanted to beat Lynn to shit right now for even daring to open her mouth. Linqian’s hands dropped to her side, clenching into fists. Her temperature started to tick down until she was radiating cold without being dangerous to touch. Yet. She’d planned to ignore Lynn. Pretend she didn’t fucking exist. But she had the fucking gall to bring up a suicidal plan, and rope other fucking people into it.

Fucking bitch.

”Fuck you, Evelynn, throw away your own worthless fucking life, but keep others fucking outta it,” Linqian snapped, lips twisted into an ugly scowl. It was very obvious to anyone that knew Linqian well or who’d been at the other end of her temperature, which was practically everyone here, that she was well on her way to being pissed. Pissed and slapping Lynn again. ”You’ll just all fucking die. Fuck, Jinhai has a book on the Pit. Y’know what it says on the first fucking page? ‘Don’t enter it.’ Fucking hell, you-”

Linqian’s angry tirade was cut off by another unwelcome visitor. While Linqian’s memories of her brother’s younger years had made her feel positively towards Clancy. But this shadowy version? Not so much. Not when she still held memories of the Stygian Snake and the shadows it controlled.

As Edict stood up Linqian did too, already cooling temperature plummeting. She took a few steps forward, putting herself between Clancy and some of the weaker members of the coven, stance shifting into a clearly aggressive one.

”Aaron,” she said, gesturing to beside her. With Leon running forward she didn’t feel the need to go on the attack, but the two of them could easily hold the line behind him… if needed.



Interactions: Layla @Estylwen, Ken @AtomicEmperor, Clancy @Zombiedude101, Everyone Present
The House on the Hill


”Ken…” Luca frowned, interrupted by so many people coming in that he didn’t have the chance to say anything else. He understood his friend’s denial, he really did. But it wasn’t something that could be denied. He’d been part of 8th Street for so long it felt more like his coven than Sycamore ever had. Emily and Vashti were the exception, not the rule, just they ran the show.

It was unfortunate. Maybe his heart was too big, but there were people there that he loved and cherished just as he did his close friends here.

Speaking of friends… more and more people turned up. Luca was glad to see Lynette, who he hadn’t seen since she left 8th properly, and Todd - he gave both a bright smile and wave. No opportunity to actually greet them, however.

Luca pressed his lips together as the Pit came up. He knew about it. He knew what inhabited it. Cynthia’s kind, for one. He’d seen what she could do…

”Nobody’s going into the pit… Like Ken said, it’s a suicide mission. None of us are prepared for what’s in there… please, Lynn,” he turned to his friend, expression pleading. ”Don’t throw away your life like that.”

But there was no chance for Lynn to respond, because Clancy came crashing into the room. Luca was shocked to see him in such a bad state… how? From what Luca had gathered he was… like him. Difficult to properly hurt. But where Luca rotted most weapons away and was damaged by the mundane, Clancy didn’t seem hurt by anything. He was something else.

Don’t go near the crystal, the Rot whispered in his mind.

Which told Luca all he needed to know.

”Everyone, calm down, he’s not going to hurt us,” Luca said, making his way towards Clancy. Unlike the others, he’d gleamed something of his true nature when they touched previously. When they’d talked, before Miranda and Jacqueline arrived. This was the same Clancy.

His outer shell had just been destroyed.

And because of it the others were treating him like a monster. Of course they were shocked. How would they react if they knew what Luca was on the inside? The horror he fought against letting out. Badly, he assumed. Hoped. But he wasn’t letting anyone get hurt in this situation.

”I’m sorry, Layla,” Luca said as he got close enough that the rotting aura around him would start prickling at her. A gentle scratching pain. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pushing her out of the way. It wasn’t a strong shove, because he wasn’t particularly strong, but just the touch would be enough to rot through her clothing and begin to damage her skin.

He let go as soon as she was out of the way. The crystal was the problem. It was lodged so deep into his sternum but… like everything, it could be destroyed. Yes, it could be destroyed.

It was so cold. Like he was in a freezer, uncontrollable shivers wracking his weak body. But he pushed through it like he would any pain. Reached out to grab the Crystal.

As soon as Luca’s hand touched it, it latched on, beginning to fuse with his skin, pushing deeper into his flesh. Weakening him, hurting him. But it didn’t weaken him enough. The Rot was still active across his skin, focusing in on the region where it was connected. For once, host and parasite worked together.

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts.

The pain was excruciating as the Rot fought against the crystal’s weakening. Flesh peeled away from Luca’s hand to reveal the muscle below, festering as they too started to rot away. The crystal started to disintegrate bit by bit. With it more skin turned purple, decay rapidly spreading up his arm as his magical defences weakened - his defence against his own magic included.

It was pain unlike any he’d felt before, unlike the pain he suffered from daily, the rotting he’d grown used to. It was like his whole body was on fire, as he was stabbed over and over again. Luca curled forward, biting down on his lip to suppress an agonised scream. Blood dripped down his chin, turning brown before it could drip onto the floor.

Just… a little… more…

Black fizzled in the corner of his vision as green flooded brown irises. His hand moved forward as each layer of the crystal disintegrated, deeper into Clancy’s sternum. The icy cold was but a drop in an ocean of agony.

It felt like he was dying. No, he was always dying. Dying was… less painful…

The last bit of the crystal rotted away, and Luca fell towards Clancy, passing out from pain that he shouldn’t have been able to handle in the first place.

The rotting touch was no longer active.


Interactions: Jack @Blizz, Edict @AtomicEmperor, Sloane @Atrophy, Luna @Estylwen, Everyone
The House on the Hill


Anya pursed her lips at Greyson’s comment towards Sloane, hitting him with a look that screamed ‘really?’ As if things weren’t difficult enough without him inciting something. Honestly, she was hoping for a peaceful meeting, as far as Sloane damage control went.

Seeming less and less possible.

”That is a great plan, Greyson, except I can’t bring multiple dreams together… yet,” Anya brought out her fountain pen, spinning it in her fingers. It was certainly possible. She had a spell for it written down. But she was yet to practice it properly. It was something that was difficult to practice. The risk for errors, for hurting herself while bringing the dreams together. ”I can develop a spell to merge dreams together, but it’ll take a few days, and I’ll need volunteers for dreams to practise with. If I succeed, it will be much safer than in person meetings. Practically untraceable.”

She considered the rest, nodding. Luca and Adora working to get 8th Street members on their side made most sense, since they were the two with ties there. Just the two should be enough, seeing as it was a diplomatic job rather than something that required brute strength.

”I agree with the rest, bait aside. That… is up to the two in question. I can’t agree or disagree without their opinions,” Anya said neutrally, though not without surprise that Edict was even suggesting Britney be used as bait. Perhaps love didn’t hold him back as much as she thought it did.

Thankfully, all the latecomers dragged themselves in around the same time. The muscle, in Anya’s mind - at least, half of them were that. Surprisingly, Lynette appeared too. Interesting.

When Jack started talking, it was difficult even for her to pay attention. He just went on so many tangents during it that she had to concentrate to parse out the important information. Knowledge on the Pale Horse and the High Priestess, Sunshine Jones… who Anya wasn’t particularly worried about. Nothing in the dreams had pointed to her escaping the Pit.

”While I agree, Jack, that we aren’t equipped to handle the Pale Horse and the High Priestess right now, that doesn’t mean we can’t start researching them,” Anya pointed out with a smile. ”As a third priority. Ah, actually, fourth. Put gathering power and resources as our third. Artifact gathering would greatly benefit us all, especially those of us without offensive abstractions. I won’t go with you, because I’m needed here, but I hope you’ll keep me updated with your progress.”

”I’m not sure if I want rid of the Rot just yet,” Luca spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck, and smiling at Jack. ”I can’t help without magic, can I? But when this is all over, and we’ve gotten rid of Father Wolf… definitely.”

Anya raised her eyebrows before continuing with what she’d wanted to say. ”I’ll let the group decide whether we use your pocket reality, or dreams, for future meetings.”

Of course, Luna started going on again. Even Anya wasn’t able to keep up her well practiced smile. Was this really necessary? Even idiots like Linqian knew when to stop digging a hole deeper. A hand raised to the bridge of her nose, pinching it. She tilted her head towards Sloane, whispering, ”I take back what I said earlier. She’s both untrustworthy and incompetent…”

Then, louder, she said, ”do be careful, Luna. It would be such a shame if we didn’t see you again at the next meeting.”



Interactions: Jack @Blizz, Edict @AtomicEmperor, Sully @Atrophy
The House on the Hill


Before going inside, Linqian blasted herself with a quick self fix spell to remove the obvious dark bags under her eyes. Another on the way in, grinning thanks at Britney, made her skin look just a little less pallid. Overall, she no longer looked like someone functioning on only a couple of hours sleep.

”Yup, sorry we're late! Important shit, y'know.”

Linqian had dressed more 'conservatively' than normal with an off the shoulder, red fuzzy jumper tucked into wide legged black jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a bun at the top of her head, a few stray coils falling out of it and across her face. But as she took off her coat, her bare shoulders and neck were more than enough to show off the myriad of marks she'd gotten last night. Circular purple and blue bruising, and multiple, very obvious bite marks. She looked like she'd been mauled by a werewolf.

Which was a pretty accurate assessment.

She looked around... Almost everyone seemed to be here. Her gaze was naturally drawn towards Leon - he was so fucking big, for a start. But he was talking to Layla, and she didn't particularly want to draw her attention, so she didn't bother with a greeting. They'd seen each other that morning anyway... But then there was fucking Anya and Sloane. Feeling nice, Linqian ignored them. But after that was even worse.

Evelynn. The fucking bitch. Linqian couldn't believe she was still fucking showing up. How had she not died in a ditch somewhere? Fuck. She didn't want to deal with her today either, so she completely glanced over her as if she didn't even exist.

To Linqian she fucking didn't.

Linqian's gaze then moved to the back, noticing the drinks both Luna and Greyson had in hand. Her eyes narrowed as they passed Luna - not a particular fan of her, but Greyson was acting all buddy buddy with her, so what could she fucking do?

"Shit, the bar's still stocked?"

She patted both Aryin and Britney on the shoulder before making her way towards the bar.

”Sully, you look fucking ridiculous, what's with the water fight cowboy look? Gonna shoot some lava at Emily or shit?” Linqian laughed as she went behind the bar, passing by her friend who looked insanely fucking stupid with all the water guns strapped to him.

Obviously it wasn't fully stocked - just the shit that kept, bunch of spirits and the like. But she quickly found what she wanted and poured herself a shot of a coffee liqueur, knocking it back with a grimace. The buzz of the coffee would help keep her awake enough to offset the alcohol... And fuck did she need the caffeine.

She popped back up as Jack started talking and as soon as he didn't explain what the plan was and went into other things she stopped paying attention. Smart people shit. Not for her. That was for people like Jinhai, he'd-

Well, he wouldn't. But someone else would do the thinking.

She moved around to Greyson's other side, hand coming up to loosely rest over his shoulder. She used the leverage to push herself up, getting close enough to his ear to be able to talk quietly into it.

”Don't dock my pay for being late, alright? Or shit, charge me when I gotta catch up cause I'm not understanding shit that Jack's saying... I was working hard in other ways.” Improving her magic benefitted them all, after all. Easier to fight off 8th when they came from Britney again. She lowered herself back down, but left hand still draped over his shoulder. She held up her other hand with a grin. ”See?”

One finger turned into a vine, with sharp spikes all along it. She curled it inwards, still grinning. As she did her sleeve slipped down, revealing a forearm covered in grazes, from all the explosive punches she'd diffused across her skin over and over again. Even more obvious were the harsh red lines around her wrists - from hot metal pressing into them, maybe? They were incredibly suggestive of her being tied up in some way, at least. Her arm was close enough that Edict would be able to get a really good look at it. There was also at least one bite mark on her arm, matching the shit ton on her shoulders and the visible section of her upper torso.

”But you should see what we can do together now.” Her finger went back to normal and she dropped her hand to her side, turning her body to look more towards the group. Jack had finally stopped going on and on. Fucking hell could he talk.

”You gonna explain what that plan you mentioned is, Jack, or just leave us latecomers in the dark? I won't take any shit if I fuck up a plan I don't even know. Unless it's just beat 8th's asses, I can do that with my eyes closed.”


Monday, Very Early Morning
Linqian’s House


Linqian once again dragged herself home in the early morning, with even less sleep than she'd had on Friday night (basically none). Last night had been really fucking good, and she was covered in the marks to prove it, but it had also been fucking exhausting. She had pretty fucking good stamina, but she was pushing herself to her limit right now. After three nights of little sleep... It was starting to take its toll. And she didn't even have time to nap.

Thankfully, this time, Henri was still asleep... Or not home, it seemed, judging by his open door as she went past into his own room. Hopefully he'd just slept at Louis' or something.

He was an adult. She had to trust him a little bit.

The bed in her tiny room was so tempting, but all she did was get changed out of the clothes she’d been wearing since yesterday, pulling on some comfortable leggings and a baggy hoodie. Then back out of her room and down the corridor, to the door past Henri’s room.

The master bedroom - originally her parents, but it had been a long time since they’d used it. Since the house had been rented out and it had seen a couple of people, before returning to a state of disuse.

It was where she'd put all of Jinhai's things - unable to bear going through them when she moved so close to his death. Instead, everything was thrown into boxes to transport in her car, and shoved in here to go through when she was ready.

She wasn't ready. But she needed to clear the room for Aryin to be able to move in.

Going through Jinhai’s belongings meant facing the reality that he wasn’t there to use them anymore. Each piece was some kind of memory. A reminder of him. It was difficult enough seeing him in her brother’s face, in all the memories the coven brought back up, his face smiling back at her from her phone lock screen.

But these weren’t things she had to sort out and possibly throw away. They weren’t clutter taking up a room she could no longer store them in. She could hold onto them. But she couldn’t hold onto all of his belongings, as much as she wanted to.

Linqian took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to what was once her parents bedroom, many years ago.

The bed itself was neat, stripped down after the last tenant they had moved out. The floor was covered in stacked boxes. Linqian bit her lip, and stepped around them. She stopped in front of the wardrobe against the far wall, hand hovering over the handle. She didn't want to open it. She really didn't want to.

She had to.

The door was pulled open, revealing a mostly empty inside. A couple of Jinhai's jackets were hung up, but it wasn't what she was looking for. She squatted down, reaching out to touch the simple wood box at the bottom. 韩进海 was burnt into the top messily.

It was all she had left of Jinhai.

It was difficult to look at. With a shaky breath she carefully lifted it up, backing out of the room. She couldn't leave it right next to where Aryin was going to sleep. She needed to... Treat him as well as she could before he could be buried. Before the funeral was paid for. Down the hall, she went into her own bedroom. It was the smallest room in the house, cramped with a small desk at one end and a single bed at the other. The rest of the space, what little there was, was taken up by a wardrobe and cupboards. She opened up the wardrobe, grimacing as she placed Jinhai on the bottom. She gently covered the box with a looser skirt he'd gotten her for a birthday one year that she could no longer bring herself to wear.

Now, she just had to start going through his things. Some of the boxes could be moved into Henri's bedroom, or downstairs, but there wasn't enough room for all of them. She'd decide what to keep and what she could throw away, donate, or possibly sell.

She really didn't want to get rid of any of it. But what use did she have for all of his clothes when Henri was taller than him, and she was much shorter? Perhaps she could keep some of the jackets...

The process of opening the first box was more difficult than going through it. Soon it became very methodical. Everything was sorted into piles, some reboxed to donate as soon as she had time. What she decided to keep was minimal. If she let herself get sentimental, she'd keep everything. But she couldn't. There wasn't the space, and what would she do with it all? It was easier to fall back into that state of emotional numbness and remain detached from what were generally just material goods.

Only items she felt genuine attachment to, things that reminded her of Jinhai, were kept.

She paused as she opened one of the last boxes. It was smaller and heavy - containing books that she knew Jinhai had cherished. They had always been too much for someone like her. Law books that she could sell were put in a pile, until half way through she paused. Her breath hitched and she bit down on her lip at the emotions trying to push through the numb veil she cast over herself.

It was an old leather bound book. Linqian knew that Jinhai had written down his spells in it - those he'd developed and was developing - because he was a fucking nerd. There were a few more underneath it, spellbooks he'd collected and other tomes on magic, but she knew this one was his. She'd seen him writing in it so often.

Teased him about it, too. She’d never bothered with something like this. Even if she’d had time to develop more spells, writing them down wouldn’t help her. She probably wouldn’t be able to understand half the stuff in here but…

She didn’t care. She just wanted to see what Jinhai had written. It was like a little piece of him left. Words from him she hadn’t heard before, even if they weren’t from her.

It was all she’d get now.

She quickly flipped through it. The spells she knew he had, some she hadn't heard about, ones he'd been actively developing. It was all there, written in incredible detail, going through all the steps he went through to develop each one. Her finger ran across the delicately written words. It was a barely existent connection to Jinhai. Written by him so carefully, now with no use. Maybe she could give it to Henri to study from.

The pages were packed with dense, but neat, cursive. As expected, she couldn’t understand much, so she went through them quickly. She only paused here or there on a side note that made her laugh - written frustrations about spells he was struggling to develop, the side of Jinhai very few got to see leaking out.

The brother she knew and loved, who’d worked so hard to not waste his natural intelligence, and pushed through everything that stood in his way. But he’d gotten frustrated too. Sometimes she’d come home from a night shift to him still awake, studying in the kitchen with tired eyes and a pen cap held between his lips. He would always pull his tight curls in frustration, messing up the perfect style he spent far too much time on in the morning just to put on a show. But there was no show around her. They knew everything about each other, and only she got to see these little moments.

And now they were gone. All that was left was the spellbook he’d put so much effort into. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. She raised a hand to wipe away the tears threatening to fall, tears that she couldn't afford to let ruin Jinhai's hard work. Then she kept going.

She stopped at a page when she saw her name.

'Spells for Linqian.'

Her chest clenched uncomfortable, breathing becoming more difficult.

There was a note in the top right corner, reading 'for when I can support her and she has time to develop her magic again.'

Linqian bit down on her lip, hard, corners of her eyes burning. She didn’t know Jinhai had been doing this. The whole time… he’d been thinking about her magic too? When she’d essentially abandoned it for them, he had plans to help her when she could get back to it? He…

Her head tilted back and she took a deep, shaky breath. She missed him so fucking much.

But she had to keep reading. He’d written this for her… it would be like shitting on his memory to not even try.


An alarm on her phone interrupted her reading, reminding her to get ready to go meet Britney and Aryin.

She’d made good enough progress. She put the spellbook back into this box - beneath it were various other magical texts Jinhai had collected over the years, likely useful for someone. She picked this one up and brought it out of the room with her, to her own. She’d look at it again properly.

For now, she had to get ready to train with her friends, and then for the inevitably useless meeting that followed.


Interactions: Luna @Estylwen, Ken & Edict @AtomicEmperor, Everyone Present
The House on the Hill


Luca nodded as Adora spoke, smiling slightly. She was right that a lot of them didn’t like Emily or Vashti. There were a lot of reasons they went along with her - for some like Carol, it was false promises, for others it was the only place they felt they belonged.

But then Luna mentioned him directly. He turned his head to meet her gaze, eyes turning cold. Tendrils of rotting green flickered across the edge of his dark brown irises. A hint of what was inside, the rotten interior he normally kept hidden. Just as quickly, it was gone, and Luca smiled again.

Of course, for all of his positivity, Luca wasn’t stupid. He knew why Luna was (targetting) him. She was a spy, she knew he was part of 8th Street. It was an easy way to change the target. Make people suspect him, and Adora, for their friendships.

Unfortunately for Luna, Luca wasn’t someone to keep secrets… his own impending death aside.

”Yes, some of them are my friends. I’ll be open about it,” Luca turned to the whole group, smiling. ”Adora is right that a lot of them don’t like Emily and Vashti. Emily is lying to so many of them… a lot of them are good people. Some of them aren’t. I won’t excuse people like Emily, Vashti and George.”

He looked at Lila, and smiled.

”I can talk to the people I’m close to. I don’t want them to get hurt because of Emily’s actions. Maybe just me and Adora… they’re more likely to trust us. And I know who we have a chance with, and who to avoid.”

He didn’t mind if people questioned him for his friendships. He could defend himself, and there were people who knew he was only here to help others. There was no selfishness in his actions. After all, what was living another few years in pain over being killed instantly by Father Wolf.

"I refuse to be a part of plans involving the cooperation of 8th Street members. They all smell of Emily; even if their ideologies no longer align, they did at one point! Someone must be responsible!"
Ken

”Including former 8th Street members, Ken?” Luca turned to his friend, smile wavering slightly and gaze turning sad. He understood. Ken loved Kari, and 8th Street had ransacked her house after trying to force her to join them. Emily had bullied her closest friends. Luca understood better than most. He’d been close to Lisa, Ella and Saskia too. Kari had cut him off for it. It had hurt, but he’d understood. He’d understand if Ken did too. ”I was part of 8th Street too, for years. Longer than Sycamore existed. Our ideologies no longer align, but they once did. I tolerated Emily for a long time. Do you want to hold me responsible too?”

He held up his hands, arms spread slightly apart. ”You can if you want to. I don’t mind. I’ll take on the responsibility for all the other 8th members I don’t believe should.”


Interactions: Jack @Blizz, Ken & Edict @AtomicEmperor, Sloane & Sully @Atrophy, Everyone
The House on the Hill


Anya raised her hand to receive the vision, although she trusted the information from the moment Greyson confirmed it. An act, a play just like half the things she did. Her lips pulled into a thin line at his jokes, eyes rolling, but the images proved that what was said was trustworthy. Blake Schmidt’s face, committed to memory… a shame she couldn’t just use that to get into his dreams. And Kari’s notes? Incredibly impressive. No wonder she was so in demand.

”I can easily get into Schmidt’s head- and his dreams. It’s the lowest risk solution. As Greyson says, keeps us out of 8th Street’s radar, and anyone else’s. Nobody else can come into the dreams. And then, when he’s convinced, we’ll be able to get her notes back for the coven. Anya’s gaze turned to Ken, smiling again. ”Do not lump me in with those that would sell them for profit, Kenshiro. The notes would stay within the coven, be used for the coven, and then you can be the one to retain them.”

Of course, she would have to meet Schmidt first. But she had an idea of who to ask… After all, rich people all walked in the same circles.

Her smile turned more genuine when Sloane finally arrived, glancing over at the Chrysalis Staff. A busy weekend indeed. They would need to catch up later, if there was the chance. ”Correct assessment. Derailed before it even began.”

As Tayla said that she’d seen Luna’s mind - something Anya was sure she couldn’t do previously - Anya raised an eyebrow. It made sense she’d gone further with her Pink Lux. As Tayla spoke, Anya nipped any errant thoughts she may be having in the buzz. Her mind was coated in a light layer of static buzzing - simple pink lux covering up and making it more difficult for anyone to listen.

A precaution in case any stray thoughts couldn’t be kept away.

Anya let out a quiet laugh at Sloane’s comment, whispering back, ”I would rather untrustworthiness I can account for than incompetence I cannot predict.”

Another quiet laugh at Sloane’s final comment, Anya’s gaze moving to Sully. Of course, incompetence at its finest. It was a shame he was one of the few that could use the Chalice. Really, they could find someone better on the street to replace him. ”No, Sullivan, we weren’t discussing the dream - and the book that you’re definitely not supposed to have. But we should.”

Anya raised her voice, taking on a tone much like a leader’s.

”As I see it, there are multiple things at play here. Immediate things. First, retrieving Kari’s notes from Blake Schmidt. In the preliminary stages, I’ll take care of this, as Greyson suggested.” With Jack backing her doing this, it was unlikely anyone would argue against it. Thankfully. She would be much more limited with others' involvement - she couldn’t bring them into dreams. ”Second, 8th Street. They may be reporting to him, they may just attack us because of a grudge. Either way, they’re dangerous. We have to be prepared as a group. Some of us aren’t fighters, unfortunately. Perhaps we need something in place to ensure everyone’s safety. The alliance with Greenwood will help greatly with this. But…”

She glanced around the room, eyebrows furrowing. ”Some of our ‘front lines’ members aren’t even here for this discussion. Amara, Stormy, Britney, Linqian, Aryin, Drake… It will be rather difficult without them. Hopefully just late, rather than…”

She trailed off, grimacing as she didn’t finish the sentence, subtly glancing at Greyson. It would be a shame if it turned out Britney had fallen victim to Father Wolf on the way to the meeting… She was an asset. But she also made him weak. Her eyes continued, falling back on Sully.

”Third, the dreams. I don’t think we should dismiss or ignore them. They’re clearly important. It’s not a coincidence we’re dreaming of a book written by a man who worshipped the Stygian Snake. Whoever showed us that dream said it themselves - we need to find and seal the Pale Horse and the High Priestess. To do that, we need to look into Raven Jones.” She held up a hand, three fingers held up. ”As a third priority.”


Interactions: Sully @Atrophy, Everyone Present
The House on the Hill


Luca didn’t bother raising his hand - he didn’t trust Luna, but he believed her information. It would fit what Jacqueline and Miranda had told him.

But nobody seemed to understand how dangerous 8th Street could be - even after what had happened. But Luca knew what 8th Street was like. He’d been part of them, worked with them. Emily wouldn’t back down when she had a goal and everyone else, save a few, would just follow.

”I-”

Before Luca could say anything, Sully burst in… comically kitted out with water pistols strapped to his chest. He didn’t even need to ask, Sully already pinpointing him and shooting the healing elixir at him. Luca had to bend his knees a little bit to catch it in his mouth, but it was a routine they’d perfected ten years ago. The skill hadn’t left either of them.

It’d be needed. The elixir started to work his magic. Luca felt his broken ribs repairing, snapping back into place with a crunch that would be audible to anyone nearby, and the intense pain in his knees vanished. As good as new. Well, as good as he ever could be.

”Hey, Sully! Thanks!” Luca grinned, flashing him a thumbs up. He figured he might as well give him a quick explanation… ”We weren’t talking about the dreams… Tsukino told us where Kari’s notes are. Blake Schmidt has them.”

He then turned to the rest of the group, rubbing the back of his neck. ”Jack’s right about 8th Street possibly attacking us. We really can’t underestimate them. It’s not just Emily and Vashti that we need to worry about. George, Carol, Greta we all know… But all of their members are strong. They’ve worked together for years. We haven’t. Emily knows what most of us can do, but only some of us know what they can do.”

He waved a hand. ”Not to be negative! But we shouldn’t dismiss them. There is the possibility of negotiating… with some of them. But not with Emily.”


Interactions: Adora @Shin Ghost Note, Jack @Blizz, Ken & Edict @AtomicEmperor, Luna @Estylwen
The House on the Hill



Anya raised an eyebrow, but otherwise her expression didn’t change. She knew the name Blake Schmidt - she made it her business to know the names of all the big financial names in the city. But she hadn’t heard of the Elite. Another thing to remember and look into. Perhaps she should ask Ezra… perhaps.

Something to put to the back of her mind for now.

”Long winded as it was, I agree with everything Jack said,” Anya nodded. ”Dare we forget that Luna’s ‘associates’ tried to pull teenagers into the criminal underground ten years ago? Perhaps they’ve changed, but it doesn’t scream trustworthy. It’s not a plan we can just accept. Nor can we just jump in guns blazing, as Ken suggests.”

She paused, smiling, before she continued. ”Adora is completely right. We need a solid plan and concrete information. Taking chances has already lost us too many.”

”I do believe you, of course, Luca,” Anya said smoothly, before turning her gaze to Luna and Greyson. ”But I would like to see this proof. Bringing up Layla’s problem is meant as a distraction, and it does make it harder to trust you, Tsukino. We need to properly verify this information and your trustworthiness. Cold, hard proof. You’d be willing to show that, wouldn’t you, Greyson?”

She spoke neutrally, with a hint of coldness. It was fake, of course - a projected frigidness to keep up the appearance they weren’t on good terms. It was best that way, in public. Made it much easier to work together behind the scenes.

Of course, she assumed- trusted- that Greyson had this proof and a reason for using it to bring Luna back in. She was giving him a solid in to show and use it for that end.




317’s Abandoned Farmhouse
Sunday



After Friday night, and the epic showdown between Skelly and Tennogama, it was obvious that Luca and Jasper were going to need to get stronger to defeat the hateful skeleton that was haunting them. That meant one thing. They needed to train.

Training was a bit difficult with Luca around. He couldn’t go to any public gym or park, leaving only the apartment which was getting increasingly cramped with four people around especially when one of them had wings. Training there would also mean explaining it to the girls, which they couldn’t do. Thankfully, through Jasper’s connections, they were able to get use of 317’s abandoned farmhouse.

Jasper drove them there on Sunday, and the two of them turned up with everything they needed - canvas’, weights, loads of water bottles. Luca had pulled out sportswear he didn’t even know he had, the loose shorts showing off thin legs while the hoodie he had on was covered in holes.

”Alright,” Luca said after they got into the farmhouse, hands on his hips and looking around. ”We obviously need to get stronger if we’re going to beat that Skeleton… they’re slippery enough to get away from Tennogama. I… really need to work on my stamina. And muscle strength. Everything, really.”

“Jeez,” Jasper said as he looked around, “what happened here?” The farmhouse was in ruins, there was a crater as if a bomb went off in front of it. Various signs of fire kissed dirt dotted the area, as did broken boards and small dots of blood. As well, the air stank of a tremendously strong strain of weed. It almost felt like the 317 has a tremendous party here the night before. “I know they like to party hard but this is a lot. Don’t worry bro, we’ll get you stronger.”. Jasper said as he placed a crate filled with exercise experiment, weights, and other tools. He went to the back of his car and grabbed an easel and painting supplies.

“How do we want to start,” Jasper asked.

”Uhhhh…” Luca wrinkled his nose at the weed smell, looking at all the exercise equipment. Since he’d started getting sicker he’d stopped exercising much at all. At first he tried to keep up his fitness with running and the like, but it was difficult to keep it up as time went on. He’d have to take it easy and not push himself. ”Maybe warming up? When I used to play football we’d run around the field a couple of times… running would be good! Like Skelly’s following us!”

“Ooh that gives me an idea,,” Jasper said. He quickly began to paint a figure, if Luca snuck a peak he’d see it was a very detailed version of Skelly. His hope was to add an actual representation for their enemy. He was painting in the intent to replicate the actions, mannerisms, and fighting style. “We’ll have an actual Skelly following us,” Jasper said with a smirk.

”Wow,” Luca watched with wide eyes as Jasper painted. It was… incredible. He was so talented. It only made Luca like him more… But, like, as a friend. Also more than that but he’d never do anything about that! ”That’s great! It’ll make things much more real… so long as it’s not too like the actual thing!”

While Jasper was painted he started doing some warm up stretches to loosen his tight muscles, wincing slightly as they complained at being made to do something that wasn’t just walking.

“Exactly! I’m painting in every memory I have of Skelly, how they fight, move, talk, and so on. I don’t know if they’ve been holding back but I think it’ll help us with the devil we…we,” Jasper paused as his mouth dropped ever so at the sight of Luca stretching, he turned away as his face turned a brighter hue of red, “we know.”

”I hope they haven't been holding back…” Luca said, stretching his arms above his head. It pulled up the hoodie he was wearing enough to show off a sliver of his slender waist. ”I want to get rid of them as quickly as we can.”

“Same. I don’t know why we’re so unlucky but I’m glad at least the toad saw the fucker. Do you think the others even remember seeing them? I have a few ideas on how to end that apparition up my sleeve that I’ll show you,” Jasper said with a wink.

Luca blushed slightly, glad that he was doing light exercise so it totally just looked like he was flushed from that. ”Yeah, I guess even if we can't talk about him others can see him? I don't… think the others remember. They would've seen something, right?”

He shrugged, smiling. ”I can't wait to see what your ideas are… I can't think of anything interesting! If I can get close enough I can weaken him, but getting close is difficult.”

“You’re right, still we can always ask Ken to talk to the toad,” Jasper said with a smirk. He added a weapon to Skelly in the photo, unlike any that he’d made to date. It looked like a bazooka from that old war that people still made movies about. On the edge of the painting was a net like texture.

“You ready to run,” Jasper asked.

Luca’s smile wavered just a bit as he looked at the bazooka, then back at Jasper. Was Skelly going to… shoot at them? The painting Skelly, that was? He was impressed, but a little scared… Oh, it probably couldn’t do anything to him, anyway. ”I was born ready! Bring him out.”

Jasper put the finishing touches on the painting, adding a few extra layers of intention for this fake Skelly to protect Luca in case his new design failed. A second later Jasper pulled the fake Skelly and its weapon from the painting. The Skelly was a nearly identical copy of the monster, with very few imperfections of note. Jasper wondered if he could use this fake Skelly to let others know of the threat that Jasper and Luca faced. Jasper whistled and the Skelly waved at Luca. They turned and tossed Jasper the bazooka looking weapon.

“So that works,” Jasper said with a big smirk, “I’ve never tried to summon a construct and a weapon for me at the same time. You ready to chase and be netted, fake Skelly?”

Skelly jumped, hands thrown in the air to celebrate the coming fun with two thumbs up.

Luca let out a sigh of relief when the bazooka went to Jasper rather than being kept by Skelly… that would’ve been too much. It made sense, Jasper could practice with a weapon and they’d get loads of training out of it.

”Wow, Jasper, you’re- that’s really cool,” Luca breathed out, grinning brightly at Jasper, before facing Skelly. There was already a light sheen of perspiration across his forehead from the warmup. But he seemed full of energy, hopping from foot to foot. ”Alright let’s go… lap around the inside first?”

“On my mark, get set,” Jasper grinned, “go.”

Luca had crouched, and set off running when Jasper said go. At first it was a pretty good pace, but before he'd even made a half lap he started slowing down, chest heaving up and down and his breathing running ragged. ”I forgot… how tiring… running is…”

As Luca slowed down the fake Skelly gained ground and they held all four of their arms out ready to grab Luca. Suddenly, the fake Skelly was enveloped in a net. The net hit with a heavy impact, wrapping itself all around their arms and legs, and causing the fake Skelly to lose its balance and fall to the ground. Jasper, lowered the weapon, and smirked. “Get a breath in, but now they can’t get away from your aura,” Jasper smirked as he started to jog towards Luca.

”Oh, you’re right,” Luca panted, bending over and putting his hands on his thighs. He looked over at the fake Skelly, caught in the net and on the ground. It would be so easy to go touch them and weaken them. ”If we get them like this… I can grab their foot to weaken them and you can shoot them…”

He nodded, still panting. ”I won’t do it… for this one… it’ll just destroy it…”

“Yeah! But this by itself took me led than a minute to paint, and the net is reinforced with my defensive spells so it’s more durable than normal as well,” Jasper grinned, “we’re going to kill this fucker.”

”Yeah!” Luca threw a weak fist into the air, finally regaining his breath and energy. ”Maybe we can use the fake ones to fight the real one, then you can catch it in the net… then I can weaken it…”

“We totally got this. How are you feeling? Ready to get some more cardio in? I’ll run with you this time!,”

”I’m good to go again! I need to improve my stamina… lets good,” Luca nodded, raising a hand to wipe sweat away from his brow. He bent his skinny legs slightly, ready to run again.

“Promise me you’ll take it easy on me, I’m not the best runner,” Jasper joked, knowing full well his long legs made running easy. He bent himself down, placing one foot back and both hands out assuming a sprinters starting pose. He held the net thrower in his hand still, pressing it into the ground.

”Ok… wait.” Luca went over to the fake Skelly, carefully reaching out to rot away the net holding him, but not the creature itself. ”Now we can get chased again!”

He made his way back over to near Jasper, once again bending his knees in a half running pose. ”Uh… go, chase us!”

He wasn’t sure how the fake Skelly worked so he just said that before starting to run again, at a decent pace again… one Jasper could easily keep up with with his long legs and lack of terminal illness.

Jasper had to slow his pace to keep up with Luca but it was a nice pace. The two kept up the pace for a few minutes without much problem. Jasper enjoyed this greatly. Just two bros, running from their fake problem, while they enjoyed each others company. Jasper smiled a great big smile as he looked forward. Suddenly, his peripheral caught the sight of the fake Skelly running past them. Their head was turned back, eyes staring at something behind them. Jasper looked back and saw that the real Skelly was right behind Luca. Jasper quickly raised the net thrower, turned around, and fired the second net emptying the device. The net impacted Skelly and wrapped around them but even the more durable nature of the net was no match for the raw strength of Skelly. Jasper slowed down, as did the fake Skelly, and Jasper attempted to tackle Skelly but was instead caught and lifted off his feet.

Luca’s eyes widened at the sight of the real Skelly - they’d just started, and they were already here to ruin it. ”Jasper!”

Gritting his teeth, Luca turned around and went low, jumping forward to grab Skelly’s ankle. With its attention on Jasper he managed to grasp it, stomach scraping painfully across the ground… but he ignored the familiar pain to cling to Skelly, beginning to weaken it. ”Let go of him! Jasper, hit them, or something!”

The fake Skelly saw Luca in danger and scowled. It kept in action as it jumped across the area impacting the real Skelly in the chest. The four arms of the fake Skelly began to claw viciously at the real Skelly, who simply threw Jasper off to the side and tried to kick off Luca in response. Jasper impacted the ground and rolled a few times before coming to a stop.

Luca grunted as Skelly’s foot connected with his stomach, feeling the distinctive crack of a rib breaking. But he didn’t let go, clinging onto Skelly with what little strength he had. ”J-Jasper, can you… paint the gun?!”

Jasper jumped up and ran over to his canvas. He quickly pulled out his paintbrush and began to make a gun. He did not have enough time to make his normal magnum opus but he did have enough time to make the next best thing, an actual magnum. A moment later Jasper pulled out a large hand cannon and cocked back the hammer. He lined up the shot with the real Skelly and pulled the trigger. While the shot was off target it was still accurate enough that the magic bullet collided with the one hand of the real Skelly, creating an instant explosion that blew it apart. Skelly roared in anger as it looked at Jasper, raised three middle fingers, before it threw the fake Skelly towards Jasper and tried to dislodge Luca once again.

Luca wasn’t able to hold on any longer, letting go of Skelly as he was thrown away, rolling across the floor with a grunt. He pushed himself up, wincing as he felt his leg twist awkwardly. Shit.

Having dislodged Luca, Skelly ran towards Jasper, trying to grab the magnum out of his hands.

Jasper fired one shot after another trying to land another hit on Skelly but the monster seemed to be able to move at the last moment before the shot, and five booms later Jasper was dry. In the distance magical explosions could be seen where the bullets did end up hitting. Not content to accept one’s fate in the midst of a fight, Jasper rotated the gun in his hand so that the guns handle was facing out. As Skelly drew close Jasper struck out with the base of the pistol aiming towards Skelly’s head. It struck, however, Skelly was durable enough to not only resist the strike but also break the spell holding the gun together on impact causing the gun to return to paint.

Skelly used to of their hands to grab Jasper while the third sent punch after punch into his gut. A moment later the fake Skelly arrived and grabbed the monster once again. It used its top two arms to pull in Skelly while the bottom two launched a relentless barrage of strikes into the rib cage.

Luca pushed himself to his feet with a pained wince, jumping at Skelly’s back, wrapping his arms around their skeletal torso. It didn’t have the hands to deal with Luca… and his rotting touch, amplified by his whole body pressed against Skelly, started to work. It started weakening the emotions that fueled them, and the apparition themselves. His punches to Jasper’s gut got weaker, and Skelly started trying to shake them all off.

Jasper took the punches well, using his forearms to take the brunt of the impact, and he could feel the strikes grow weak. Jasper waited until they were at the weakest before he started throwing punches in return, each one connecting with the jaw of the monster. Each one grew in intensity and hated. Eventually, Skelly had enough and knew it had to get out of here. They knew that they would die if they stayed and fought. In that moment it raised its three hands towards each combatant’s, one for Luca, Jasper, and the fake Skelly and shook its fists at them before raising the middle finger. A moment later it phased away from their grip and teleported away. Jasper was mid-punch at the moment and the sudden disappearance caused him to topple over face first towards Luca’s face.

For a moment, Luca didn’t want to move away - he want to just lie there and let Jasper fall onto him, for their faces to get close-

But he couldn’t. He remembered what happened to Sloane, and couldn’t bear for it to happen to Jasper too. There wasn’t a healer around, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything but watch. So Luca rolled to the side, out of the way of Jasper, leaving him to fall onto the ground face first instead.

Jasper hit the ground and groaned as he felt a pop in his nose. He rolled away from Luca to be sure that he didn’t get caught in the aura. He could already feel the steady stream of blood that poured from his nose, and a crimson trail began to form in the dirt below. Jasper sat up enough to be sitting on his knees and leaned back and looked to Luca.

“I fucking hate that thing.”

”It’s the worst…” Luca groaned, turning his head to look at Jasper. He didn’t sit up yet. His chest heaved up and down, but sharp pain came with every breath. He’d definitely broken a rib, or two. He knew the feeling too well to mistake it.

”How are we supposed to train if they turn up?”

“With others,” Jasper groaned as he formed a fist with both his hands, “do you think the others could see them?” Jasper paused as he pointed to the fake Skelly.

Luca sat up with a wince, looking at the fake Skelly, eyes widening slightly. ”Oh… probably! But we won’t be able to explain what they are…. But we can try. And Tennogama saw the real thing, right?”

“Right! Maybe I could paint a sign saying ‘this monster is hunting us’ or something. Ken may be a good person to talk to though you see if Tennogama can tell him what he saw,” Jasper winced as he looked over to Luca. “Want to train some more? I can get us a better guard for it,” Jasper chuckled.

Luca shook his head. He wanted to, but he couldn’t… though he didn’t want to let Jasper know how badly injured he’d gotten. Then again, a couple of broken bones wasn’t all that bad for him. So instead he went with another, hopefully believable, reason. ”Weakening him took a lot out of me… I don’t think I can continue! If you want to, I'll just watch until you’re done and we go home.”

Jasper shook his head, “nah I think we should get going just in case. Want to stop by the ice cream shop on the way home? I could use a treat after this.”

Luca pushed himself to his face with a wide grin. ”Hell yeah! Let’s go get some ice cream.”




Luca’s Apartment
Monday Afternoon


After Sunday’s intense day of training, Luca had taken most of Monday morning slow. He had the broken ribs to worry about until he could see Sully - and he had to wrap bandages around his chest every few hours just to alleviate the pain slightly. He did this all in silence, not letting anyone of the others staying in the apartment know.

But there was a meeting to get ready for… well, they had a bit of time before it. But Luca had to make sure he could attend at all. He was in his bedroom, tightly wrapping a compression bandage around his damaged knee. Not so bad he couldn’t walk, but painful enough in combination with his normal base level pain. Painkillers had already been taken, so he just had to suffer through it.

He’d left the door slightly ajar, to indicate he didn’t mind anyone coming in. He’d dealt with the worst of it - top half covered up by a t-shirt. He just needed a bit of time before he could get up, and layer up as much as possible to avoid hurting anyone again.

A knock announced the arrival of company at the door. The knock was followed by the rasp of a clawed hand tapping, tapping away at the frame announcing who was coming in. A moment later Lila lazily strolled through the door, her wings finally retracted back into her body which allowed her to walk through a doorway normally for once.

“Good morning,” Lila said with bloodshot eyes. Once her wings went back inside she had convinced Jasper to go out with her the night prior so she could enjoy a night of fun, and interrogate the poor man. She had learned much in the night. “I have news from…oh god my head. I have news from last night,” Lila said as she raised both her clawed thumbs up.

”Oh- want some painkillers for that?” Luca asked, gesturing for Lila to come in properly and sit down wherever she wanted. He shuffled over on his bed so that she could also sit on the opposite end if she really wanted to, pointing to the box of various medicinal necessities. It only contained the lighter painkillers, the over the counter stuff, with the rest kept in tubs he could bring around with him.

”What news? About- about jasper?”

“Ohhh yes indeed,” Lila said with a smirk. “Nothing definitive, mind you, as I wanted to be subtle. But I gotta say the vibes, man, the vibes were telling me a story all by themself,” Lila paused as she sat down near Luca, “at least I think so? We got roped into so many drinks at so many places I don’t know where to start,” Lila exhaled as she groaned.

”What kind of story? Like, a story about how totally straight he is or… that maybe he isn’t?” Luca didn’t want to get too hopefully, but he couldn’t help but turn around and look at Lila with a smile and wide eyes. ”Maybe… start from the beginning? Where was it you went first again?”

“I will tell you the story and you tell me,” Lila winked as she stretched her arms. “You are right, how about we start where the story starts, like any good drinking story in St. Portwell,” Lila paused as she leaned in.



Sunday Night
6:30PM

Art District - The Beginning


“At The Beginning,” Lila flashed her arms out wide, as she motioned for Jasper to look at the building that would hopefully be the start of a fun night. Lila had just managed to put her wings away and wanted to celebrate. However she knew she could not do so alone. In the interest of killing two birds with one stone she had told Jasper that she wanted to go out, and she needed him to join her in order to protect her if either 8th street or father wolf showed up. And as such, she chose her destinations to be away from any 8th street influence.

“Isn’t this a gay bar,” Jasper asked with a raised eyebrow. He asked because he knew how strong the pours were at this place in particular so he wondered how many other places they’d be able to go to if they started their night here.




”You took him to a gay bar?” Luca’s eyes widened, and he laughed. That was certainly one way to check but… Jasper also seemed like the kind of straight guy who was fine with going along to a gay bar. He’d probably even brush off getting flirted with? Maybe. ”How did he take it… like, was he alright with it?”

Lila leaned in close with a smirk, “he had been there before, many times in fact. He knew the bartender by name and,” Lila paused as she looked towards the door, “the bartender knew his.”

”Seriously?!” Luca gasped, holding a hand to his mouth in shock. Was that… normal for a straight guy? Luca didn’t really know, because he couldn’t go to bars in the first place. He’d never had the chance. ”But couldn’t that just be because he’s, y’know, artsy?”

Lila blinked twice before she tilted her head. “It was also the bar where a lot of the 317 would go to drink so perhaps,” Lila paused as she raised a finger, “but there might be more to the story,” Lila paused as she leaned back.






Sunday Night
6:58 Pm

Art District - The Beginning


“I’ll be straight up with you Jasper I don’t think you’re straight,” Lila paused as she downed yet another tequila shot. The alcohol had already worked its way through her body and into her decision making center of her brain, blowing the doors off subtlety and sending her on a collision course with the truth.

Jasper eyes went wide for a second as he raised an eyebrow. “I got to know why you think that,” Jasper chuckled as he downed another shot himself. Night like tonight were the rare occasion one might find Jasper drinking. While he never had an issue with alcohol, he did have an issue with addictive substances and tried to keep these nights to as few as possible. “What a way to start off a conversation though, props to you for that,” Jasper laughed as he leaned back on the bar, awaiting an answer.

Lila simply tilted her head and looked at Jasper. “Do I have to answer that? Just look at you,” Lila paused as she pointed to the bartender, “he knows you very well, by the sounds of it you used to be in here all the time.”

“I mean this is where the 317 goes to party. Look, there’s my sister in the booth over there and it looks like Alex and Jason are here as well,” Jasper countered.

“I’ve seen the way you look at Luca.”

“Oh.”




“and so when I asked him if there was anything that he was holding onto that he wanted to get off his chest, anything that I might be able to relate to, he nodded his head with a nervous look. I told you I wouldn’t be so blunt so I left it like that for a moment,” Lila paused as she took in a deep breath. The long story about how she noticed the way Jasper seemed to be more at home in this environment, how he knew several people there on a friendly level, and the way his smile seemed to radiate extra strong with them had taken a while to get across.

”That does seem… hmm, well, it’s not really conclusive,” Luca rubbed his chin, having to pull back slightly - as Lila talked he’d edged towards her, almost close enough for his aura to touch her. He couldn’t have that. ”There’s so many things he could want to get off his chest like… a crush on a woman. A woman that he would be embarrassed to like. It’s not necessarily that he’s also attracted to men, y’know, unless… you got an answer later?”

“Did I get an answer,” Lila smiled extra big, “my memory is a bit foggy buuuuuut,” Lila paused as she preventively took a big breath.






Sunday Night
8:58 Pm

Downtown St. Portwell - La Tournesol


“But I like that bar Jasper, there were so many pretty women there and I didn’t get any of their numbers, why are we going to another bar already,” Lila bemoaned.

“Because,” Octavia raised a finger as she looked over to Lila. She was leading the group down the Main Street. In total, there were seven people including Lila and Jasper in the group. Octavia, Sypha, Alex, Jason, and Lori had roped Jasper and Lila into joining their night out and Jasper was very much enjoying being around his 317 friends. “It is open mic night and the drinks are cheap. Plus, I heard that the annoying fucker Jackson was already escorted out of the building so we can actually enjoy the scene now. Trust me, the vibe is good here.”

Lila moved over to Jasper as she crossed her arms. “Your sister is intense,” she paused as she tapped him on his arm, “why didn’t I know you dated a guy before? I don’t want to pry but I had no idea.”

“Well,” Jasper paused as he looked towards his sister, “it wasn’t the healthiest of relationships, I was in a bad spot that I needed to get out of and he was just a toxic nobody who wanted to ride my coattails to the top you know? It nearly ruined men for me entirely. After Octavia helped me get out of that relationship she helped me get sober. She’s intense because she’s still unsure of you all, and if you’ll bring me back to that dark place.”

“WE’RE HERE,” Octavia shouted at the group as she flung the doors open to La Tourneso. The group followed her in as they took in the crowd before them. The music was good, the people seemed to be enjoying themselves, and the vibe felt out of this world. Everyone was ready to enjoy a memorable night. Drinks would be shared, memories would be created, and a new friendship would be likely born in the midst of an old one. Lila was ready to follow Octavia and her plan for the night. Nothing would ruin this moment.

The sound of mic feedback broke the illusion as everyone looked to the stage. “Third times the charm, hello St. Portwell I’m Jackson…” the sound of the man was drowned out by the collective groan of the entire bar. Mostly notable was Octavia who slammed her palm into her forehead.

The entire group except for Lila frowned as Octavia spun in place and marched the group back out the doors.




“And again, this came up naturally in the conversation. Jasper told me that he had dated a guy once before. Not just kissed, dated. I didn’t want to ask any more questions besides that but I figure that’s pushing us to something like a sixty percent chance he’s into men,” Lila paused as she groaned, “I drank way too much last night to be thinking about math.”

”Right… so the chances of him being into men are higher than I thought,” Luca said, nodding and rubbing his chin again thoughtfully. But that only meant there was a possibility. Just because Jasper was maybe into men still didn’t mean he was into Luca. ”That’s… more than I expected. But, I still don’t think he’s into me at all. I- well, there’s someone else he might like… Liking men doesn’t mean liking me. Not- not that we’d be able to date anyway.”

He blushed, waving a hand in front of his face. ”The rotting, y’know.”

“I may have tried my hand at figuring that out,” Lila said with a grin.

Luca’s head snapped back towards Lila. Once again, there was hope in his eyes - a hope he shouldn’t have but! Positivity was his main strength and maybe he should have it towards this! ”What- What did you find out?”



Sunday Night
11:58 Pm

Art District - The 317


“I found this out by just watching you two you know? You’re like always with him, always training with him, always taking photos with him, you know? I read it off you by just looking at you,” Lila spoke somewhere between her sober tone and a slurred speech, “I just want to know why you haven’t asked him out yet?”

“It’s a daunting task,” Jasper paused as he flexed his muscles. He was shirtless, and the suspenders that once held his fit together were dangling off to the side of his pants. Around him Alex, Zeri, and Jason worked on their artwork using Jasper as their model for the night. “Like how do I know if he even likes me,” Jasper paused as he looked over to Alex, “how’s it coming?”

Alex turned their easel around and showed off the stick figure version of Jasper they had spent thirty minutes perfecting.

“You got,” Jasper paused as he raised an eyebrow, “an eye for detail.”

“Thanks! I knew being around actual artists would make me better as one,” Alex said with a sigh. Their expression blank but hopeful.

“That’s the hard part,” Jason said in response, “the unknown. Do they like you back? Are they happy with just being friends?”

“But you’ll never know the answer if you don’t ask for it,” Zeri said while pointing at Jasper, “that much is known.”

Jasper looked to Jason and then Zeri and sighed.

“Stop moving so much,” Alex shouted as they took a healthy swig from the whisky bottle, “you’ll ruin the painting.”

“Lila? Anything to add,” Jasper paused as he looked over towards his friend.

“I don’t know for certain but I’ll tell you the same thing I’d tell him,” Lila paused.




“and that is take that chance, Luca! I promise you Jasper is into you even if I couldn’t get him to say it.”

”I… well, thank you, Lila,” Luca smiled warmly at her. It was a smile that lit up the room, which might lead Lila to believe he would. And he might. But he’d have to think about it. Decide if it was worth possibly ruining their friendship over and if… Lila’s memory was correct. Also, Jasper hadn’t outright said it. Why not? Luca had been able to. ”It’s a lot to think about! So… I’ll think about it, definitely.”

“Good. I’m rooting for you,.” Lila said knowing full well that the outcome was getting more clear. All someone had to do was make that first move.

”Thanks,” Luca grinned. It was nice to have someone in his corner at least, even if things didn't work out. He turned his head towards the door to his room. ”Are the other two about? We should maybe think about heading for the meeting today… I think it's a bit of a trek to get there.”

“Yes! Jasper is nursing a hangover on the couch and Lynn is at the conspiracy board,” Lila referenced the giant cork board that Lynn had bought to map out the ten possible futures she saw.

”You think Jasper will be able to drive, or do we need to take the bus?” Luca asked with a light life, though… Lynn being at her conspiracy board wasn’t so entertaining. She’d been almost obsessed. ”We should definitely go drag her away from it… a fun break to a hopefully less chaotic coven meeting!”

“Yeah, Jasper should be good to drive. Let me get dressed and we can get going, what’s the worst that could happen at a Monday coven meeting?”



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“Fuck all the way off Tayla,” Lila said while she leaned back on her heel. She was dressed in loose plaid pants, a tight fitting black tube top which was hopefully far enough down her back to not get ripped off if her wings reappeared, and a denim jacket with white trim. “Do you seriously think that 8th street will stop with just me, just Britney? They are as much a threat to us all as they are to me.”

Luca grimaced as Lila got angry immediately - fairly so. He stood a bit off from the three he’d arrived with, and also far enough from any person so he wouldn’t accidentally touch them if there was another sudden hallucination. ”Lila’s right. Emily and Vashti- rather than the whole coven- won’t stop at just Lila and Britney. Emily wants to control the city, and Vashti just loves… the violence, I think. They’ll keep going.”

He then turned towards Luna, grimacing. ”I don’t trust her plan, but… I can confirm her information. Part of it, at least. Kari did work for Blake Schmidt to track down artifacts and 8th Street did sold her notes. I’m sure Greyson can verify it better if he has proof but… I hope you’d all trust me. I have no reason to lie.”

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Anya arrived to the coven meeting early. Her weekend had been spent peacefully seeing clients and making a deal with the House of Cards… one she would need to discuss with Greyson soon. Not at this meeting, of course. Not in the waking world either.

There had been another strange dream last night she couldn’t control - a dream recollection, clearly. Yet another thing on the teetering stack of things she had to discuss with her few close confidantes. Really, it was surprising no one had come to her about them. It was her field of expertise, after all. Then again, most here didn’t know when to admit they needed help.

The meeting location this time was more appropriate, and hopefully unlikely to be burnt down. She took a seat at an empty table, since she couldn’t see Sloane yet, and waited for things to finally start.

And they did… with two new faces. Another Vanburen. Anya raised an eyebrow. She really couldn’t escape the Vanburens these days. Of course, Sabrina’s offer of wealth and influence wasn’t something Anya was interested in. Not because she didn’t want those, but rather she already had a direct connection to the most rich and influential Vanburen.

”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sabrina,” Anya said evenly with a smile. ”“I hope you're more reasonable than the Vanburen that used to be part of her coven. How is Patricia, by the way? Like with all the members that didn't return, I was concerned for her… she seems most likely to be caught out alone. And she does a great deal for the flowers of St Portwell.”

Of course, Anya knew very well how Patricia was doing - at least that she’d fallen in with Leon’s family. There was absolutely no need to be concerned, but she needed to be up the front.

”A pleasure to meet you too, Nora.”

Someone who could build magic things… Now she was certainly an asset. Something for Anya to think on.

”Tayla, don’t you remember the recollection? 8th Street has Kari’s notes,” Anya turned to look at the other woman with a calm smile. ”But I do, otherwise, agree that we can’t just discard our other concerns to solely focus on 8th Street. No one has discussed these clearly important dreams we’re all having. Really, they’re recollections in a dream form. Immutable. Someone- or something- is showing us images of the past. If we have the time and capacity, we should look into Raven Jones.”

”But- and this is an important but- 8th Street are trying to kill us just as much as Father Wolf is. Emily won’t leave us alone. Much like Father Wolf, she’ll move onto the next target for a perceived slight. And we should protect our own, from any threat.”

And an alliance with Greenwood would only benefit them. Probably.

Her gaze moved past Tayla to the newcomer- no, intruder. She was surprised she’d had the gall to turn up. But then again, Luna had always been rather… stupid. Not knowing when to stay away, and not even knowing how to spy well in the first place. It was the main reason she didn’t want her deal with Valencia shared with Luna - she would so quickly spill it to everyone else before Anya could use it to their advantage.

”Yes, Tsukino, do tell us what you know. We don’t have all day.”
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