Wow can't wait for Recollections: Duel Monsters starring Stacey
He needs to get a really wack, spikey hairstyle too
He needs to get a really wack, spikey hairstyle too
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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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"What. The fuck. Did you just say? Like-- can a bitch get some subtitles or...?"
Isla snorted, covering her mouth to hold back laughter at Mariah’s clear confusion at everything she said… because laughing with all the dark talk going on would not go down well. Instead she said, trying to tone down her accent a little and emphasise each word, “I’ll try to talk slower.”
Maya inclined her head as Lyss said they should focus on finding Babylon. She was right, even though the sex crazed demon was probably miles away by now… but they had a much better chance against her than a serial murderer. Especially one that seemed hell bent on revenge against a cult leader. Her head was half hurting from all of the information but she forced herself to listen and commit it to memory.
“Wait, did you say Saul?” Isla piped up, having only half paid attention to the far too long speech but that one name caught their attention. “I’ve heard that name before, I think he was someone important…” she trailed off and ran a hand through her hair. She knew she’d heard the name before, but honestly couldn’t remember the context or why… just that it was something she should remember. But hadn’t. “Nope, I don’t know, but I’m sure I’ll remember sometime!”
Maya rolled her eyes, looking like she already wanted to kick the Scottish newbie out but knowing she didn’t have the power too. She let out a sharp breath, trying to bring herself down from the anger she’d been feeling over most of the previous conversation. They’d gotten answers now… Even if it didn’t feel like Lyss had given them any actually useful information. Probably meant she didn’t know anything.
Then Claudette suggested going to train and Maya had to resist the urge to roll her eyes again. Honestly, even if it had been a short meeting so far it had been exhausting and she just wanted to go home... but she'd tag along, because safety in numbers and all.
"Also yeah, cheesy speech. Sorry."
“My god Quinn, would you shut the fuck up,” Maya snapped, having absolutely enough of whatever shit the girl was on about. “Claudette asked for opinions about training not a whole fucking speech about your willingness to die in a glorious battle for honour or whatever shit your on about.”
She shook her head. At least one of the newcomers, who introduced herself as Mariah, didn’t seem so bad… at least she was questioning Quinn’s weirdo bullshit which was enough for Maya to not have a negative opinion of her. Even if she started dramatically fanning herself.
“I think going to some woods to train sounds fun!” Isla piped up with a grin, stuffing her hands back into her pockets. “Unless the words round here really are full of serial killers cause then maybe we should find somewhere else…”
“As much as I’m not into the idea of just going to a random forest, we do need somewhere with a lot of space,” Maya commented, words a lot calmer now that she’d gotten out a bunch of anger by snapping at Quinn. “Since some of us,” her, “have destructive powers that wouldn’t do so well in a confined space.”
As appealing as it was, she didn’t think others would take to getting blasted by her… somewhere with space meant she wouldn’t also deafen everyone else temporarily.
“But, what are your plans for this training? Just go there and use them? It’s pointless if we don’t have any idea how to practice.”
"... And why is the village idiot making more sense than half the people in the room?"
“I’m not really an idiot,” Maya muttered, rolling her eyes as she forced herself to not rise to argue with Emily who was actually agreeing with her for once… even if it involved insulting her. Because for once she knew she was absolutely right. None of them should have to sacrifice themselves for the rest.
Madison and Emily’s words were the first she heard of Annabelle, since she walked in half way through the conversation… who through process of elimination, she assumed killed Izzy. So not only was Babylon on the loose (but probably far away by now) but the Floridian killer had gotten one of the girls.
“I also want to know who Annabelle is,” Maya said, gritting her teeth to keep her voice level low… there were already plenty of shouted words going around and while she was normally the first to join them, this was serious enough to have her proper attention rather than her often irrational anger. “Apart from the fact that she’s a mass murderer. How come you know about her, and we don’t? I’m not the one to go on about some trust bullshit but if you can’t even tell us about someone killing one of our members, then what the fuck can we do as a group?”
“Alright, alright, calm down,” Isla’s eyes widened when Emily very aggressively told her to put down the plant, taking it off her lap and placing it on the floor. She was honestly struggling to keep up with the entire conversation… like, there were so many names being thrown around but she figured she’d been accepted into the group at this point! No one was trying to throw her out again, at least.
“But I also agree with Vashti,” Maya continued, completely ignoring the weird Scotswoman. “DENs could’ve killed us so easily during that first raid, nevermind all the times after that… not that I really trust them,” she just wanted to bang one of them, “but if they were gonna kill anyone, it wouldn’t have been…” she shook her head as her voice broke slightly, grimacing in an attempt to channel anger over any other emotion. “Well, it wouldn’t have been Izzy.”
She opened her mouth to go on, only for Claudette to walk right in. With two new members. Perfect timing.
“Yeah, shit happened,” Maya said, turning her head to look at Claudette and not bothering to tone down the harshness in her voice. “A lot of shit that Lyss has to explain to us. You see-”
“Hi, I’m also new!” Isla chose the perfect time to pipe up, jumping off the sofa to wave. She then blinked right over to the door and grinned at Mariah and Kara. Honestly Mariah’s suggestion that they shouldn’t be here was nice… maybe the three newcomers should leave the old members to sort this out first. “Nice to meet you! But yeah, maybe we should like... wait outside.”
Maya glared holes into Isla’s back for being interrupted, clenching a fist as she collected herself to actually say what she was going to say.
“As I was saying before I was interrupted,” another glare at Isla, “... Izzy’s dead. She was killed by some mass murderer called Annabelle, something Lyss didn’t bother to tell us till right now.”
“So yeah, I’d say something happened while you were gone.”
“I understand if you want to seek shelter here. You don’t have to tell us the real reason why you’re here, but I hope you come to trust us with that reason one day.”
Isla raised an eyebrow, even as she flinched at Lyss’ words. It was so close to a callout that she feared but not quite there… thankfully. It was her own fault for stumbling up where she normally wouldn’t and forgetting the reason she’d given for a moment.
“It’s not like you’ll believe the real one, anyway,” she murmured subconsciously under her breath before giving Lyss her full attention. She shifted where she sat and held the potted plant slightly closer… even as she realised a potted plant was not in any way comfortable or normal to hug. Well, whatever.
Part of what was said rang far too close to the situation she’d been in before… a group of Extra-Normals dealing with a hell of a lot of problems. Not that there’d been a multi-millionare there but there’d certainly been apparitions. She winced as she remembered exactly what had happened with that apparition.
Yeah, she’d hoped to avoid seeing something like that again… but she’d also known it was unlikely.
“I can’t say I’ve had many run ins with multi-millionares or government agencies, but I’ve come across my fair share of strong apparitions,” Isla said as if it wasn’t just one really strong apparition she’d come across and ran from with a bunch of children. Yup, definitely counted as experience. Then, more genuinely, she continued. “I’m sorry for your loss… I know what it’s like to lose someone from a group you're in.”
She left it at that, smiling before any slight hint of anxiety or sadness could be shown in her expression. It wasn’t like she’d even known the albino girl that died in Paradise, or the others that disappeared. It just served as another way to get closer to this new group.
"Are you willing to protect the members of this Coven, at the cost of your life, in return for your protection?"
“Yes, I am,” Isla replied confidently, without a single sign of hesitation. It wasn’t entirely true because she wouldn’t risk her life for others… no, she wasn’t that selfless. But she would do what she could to protect them and get them out of harm’s way. How else could she expect the same back. “But I can’t guarantee I’ll be useful in any kind of fight, just getting places quickly and getting people out of them. Even that I can’t do that regularly but! I’m willing to give it everything I’ve got, even if that's my life... though I really do hope it doesn't come down to that, because I quite enjoy living. But yes, the answer is yes.”
Maya was running late. Now normally she wasn’t exactly the eager timekeeper who arrived exactly on time, or god forbid earlier, but she didn’t tend to be this late. She very vocally cursed her mother as she got stuck in traffic once again on her way to their new meeting location. Why did it have to be so far away from literally everything? Couldn’t Blake have given them a mansion in the middle of the city, or maybe a really nice apartment? Just somewhere closer that she didn’t end up stuck in traffic on her way. She would have been more on time if she hadn’t gone through hours of nagging from her parents.
By the time she pulled up to the beach house, she was already on edge and just about ready to snap. She kicked a rock on the pavement outside her car as she tried to calm down just a little bit. Letting the road rage carry onto a coven meeting was the worst idea. Finally, when she felt like she wasn’t going to sound blast the first person she saw, Maya headed up towards the door.
“...all that a few days ago, she was the one responsible for Izzy’s death. I only discovered this yesterday when Agent Liao approached me.”
The fuck? Maya froze in place, one hand clenching around the end of the white skirt she was wearing. Izzy was dead? She hadn’t been close to the other girl but nonetheless… it felt like a stab in the gut for two members to die so close together. And unlike Ellie, Izzy had been nice to the others and even offered Maya alcohol. Wasn’t that close to friendship? She was fun and now she was gone.
Fuck.
"Are you willing to protect the members of this Coven, at the cost of your life, in return for your protection?"
“Since when was that the deal?” Maya asked loudly as she stepped inside, folding her arms and immediately leaning on a nearby wall rather than sitting down. She glanced around everyone there and as expected, she was the last one there. “I don’t remember ever agreeing signing up to throw my life away, even if you all think I run headfirst into danger.”
Which she did, but that was besides the point. That was for her not for the sake of protecting one of the girls. She certainly wasn’t going to die for them.
Her gaze flickered to Isla, and she made a face. Another weirdo new member… they really were springing up everywhere. She didn’t even bother introducing herself before looking back to the others.
“I’m upset over… what happened to those two, honestly, but that doesn’t mean more of us should expect to sacrifice ourselves too.”
Her words were harsher than she’d normally like when directed at one of the few people she actually liked in the group, Lyss, but it had been a long journey there and she had not signed up for some self sacrificial bullshit. Count her out.
Isla had to resist a heaving sigh after she was thrown out for the third time, only to blink right back behind her. It was pretty hilarious but also already exhausting… she was starting to feel sick and a bit dizzy and it was only thanks to her willpower (need to not be thrown out) that she was yet to fall on her ass.
"Okay, this isn't working. Looks like we gotta play hard-ball."
“I did tell you it wouldn’t,” Isla shrugged, a coy smile on her face. This stayed in place even as her dark eyes widened at the sight of Chompy lumbering up the stairs and into the building. “No way, is that a crocodile?! You gotta be kidding me I’ve never seen one in real life, I didnae expect-”
Isla didn’t get to go on with her thought train on her lack of knowledge of reptiles because said incredibly large Alligator was sent charging towards her. She blinked out of his direct path and onto the sofa, crouching there as she prepared to stop him from running at her again. Thankfully she didn’t need to because the Alligator beelined right past and right to another new member… some very tall Thor look alike.
So the coven allowed men too? Not what she’d expected when she’d read that they were witches.
“Aye, that’s what I was hoping,” Isla nodded to Herik, stuffing her hands in her shorts pockets as she hopped down off the couch. Her head snapped around to the fifth member who entered (it was really getting hard to keep track without name) as she was crunching up ice cubes as if they were chocolate. And there were another two and honestly Isla was getting lost with who she should be introducing herself to. She waved to the last two that had entered, taking note of their names (since they’d actually given them) as she tried to process everything.
She’d start by answering the question of the ice eating girl who gave off an air of authority.
“Welllll, I already gave those two a rundown of my circumstances but I guess I can go over the basics again,” Isla nodded towards Emily and Madison. She deviated on her way over to the couch, picking up a small potted plant and setting it in her lap as she sat down. It made her feel more grounded somehow...
“First off, my name’s Isla, nice to meet everyone! To put it simply, I’m stuck here with no way to get back home and no place to stay. I was-” she hesitated, mind going blank for a moment as she tried to remember the lie she’d told for being here. Fuck, the constant blinking was getting to her head. “I was travelling and then got all my belongings stolen because of a poorly timed, outdoor nap. Obviously I ain’t from here so I’ve limited options without a passport. I found out about the coven online and it seemed like a good place to start getting help, and some company… since I’ve spent the last week alone in an unknown city, y’know?”
She nodded. That about summed up why she was here, right?
“I imagine you’ll wanna know what I can add, right?” she asked, before continuing without waiting for answers. “As I’ve shown far too many times, I can do short ranged teleporting like that. I can also do longer teleportation! And I can teleport up to, uh…” she started counting on her fingers, mumbling something about children and scary big men as she did, before continuing. “Up to six people other than myself! I’d say that’s my most useful abilities and all.”
She didn’t really know where to start with explaining the whole movement stopping thing, so she wouldn’t bother, and it wasn’t like her telekinesis was that useful yet.
“If you got any other questions, I’m happy to answer ‘em all till you’re satisfied I’m alright to stay.”
Because even if they tried to kick her out, she’d teleport back into this beach house to use one of the bedrooms so… it was better all around if they just accepted her.
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“Wow, that sure was something!” Clapping could be heard as Isla walked up behind Madison and Emily while they did the gayest high-five, as if absolutely nothing had happened. “Is that how you treat all prospective members? Could’ve gone pretty badly if it was anyone else.”
She grinned brightly even as she had to ignore her head swimming.
Of course, Isla had completely expected a bad reaction (she wasn’t quite that much of an idiot). So when Madison had grabbed her she’d just gone with it rather than bothering to use her abstraction to get away… May as well let them get it out of their system. The only pain was in the fact that it was a powerful throw and she’d had to blink in quick succession to get back and behind the two.
But a little bit of dizziness was nothing!
“So, did I pass whatever weird test that was?” Isla asked, even though she knew fully well it was them trying to throw her out.
“What-the-fucking, why-would-you-even, I-can’t, so-stupid, I, what? What? What!?”
Oh, someone else was here, good. Hopefully this third member wouldn’t want to throw her right out of the door. She blinked past Madison and reopened the door, stepping out to wave at the third member (who looked incredibly shocked at what she’d just seen).
“Hi, I’m Isla!” She stuck her hand out towards the other Middle Easten women with a wide smile. She certainly seemed much friendlier than the other two going by her shock at witnessing Isla being chucked out. “Nice to meet you, I’m guessing you’re a member too?”
She then turned her head to look back at Madison and Emily. “Gotta say, the last group of Extra-Normals that I bumped into were a lot friendlier and circumstances were much worse… Anyway, I hope you’re not gonna throw me out again! Cause I can do this all day and believe me, you’ll get tired of it before I get tired of teleporting.”
It had been a long week for Isla.
First of all, waking up in Florida rather than Scotland had really thrown her. Then there was the whole spent a couple of days in some random reality after the whole world ended shit that had happened. It would’ve really messed with her head, if her head wasn’t already kind of messed up. But Isla being Isla, she just put it into the section of her mind she’d labelled “things I should remember, but don’t need to think about too hard.”
Instead, she’d concentrated on getting on her feet in this new city. She’d gotten a room in a hotel (with stolen money), and gotten herself some more suitable clothes (by stealing them). Then with a little digging around the internet (in a totally non dodgy way) she’d found out about the Coven in this very town. What a happy coincidence. And it had been through sheer luck (probably, totally not through any social media stalking) that she’d found one of the Coven members… then followed (stalked) her to the group’s meeting place.
A beach house.
A really fucking nice beach house.
With plenty of bedrooms and much nicer beds than the hotel she’d been staying in the last few nights. So she’d made herself at home. It hadn’t even been hard to get into, what the massive windows that meant she could see inside… and thus very easily blink right in.
After that all she’d had to do was wait for someone to show up… and explore the beaches that Florida had to offer. It was nice actually being able to relax in the sun for once, rather than worrying that she would freeze to death or die in the rain for daring to step foot on some sand. On the other hand, she’d grown up in Scotland and was not used to this weather at all.
She was on her way back from another beach trip when she saw someone pull up outside the beach house. Finally! Isla grinned, a skip in her step as she headed towards the beach house and blinked up onto the Veranda, then into the living room area. She flopped right onto one of the incredibly comfortable couches and fanned herself. While she was wearing a tank top and shorts, her hoodie tied around her waist, the heat was intense… especially with her beanie on her head.
"Who in the cinnamon-toast-fuck are you?"
She’d barely sat down when some brown haired girl walked right into the same room as her… and then another girl, who was downing a bottle of really fancy looking wine. Isla was definitely keeping it to herself that she might’ve taken a bottle or two of the stash that was here.
“Whoa, that’s so cool! How do you do that?” Isla gasped, completely ignoring the questions in favour of staring at the ghostly bones that girl number 2 had conjured up around her. She leaned forward where she was sitting, posture completely relaxed even as her eyes flickered between the two. Right, she definitely should’ve expected people to be on edge finding a stranger in their secret meetup location.
"Better start talkin' quick, before I toss you out of here so hard you'll bounce on the ground."
“Oh, shit, yeah,” Isla put her hands up, jumping to her feet as she kept her attention on Madison… who looked most likely to be able to beat her ass. Her beanie glowed with purple sigils as she blinked behind the couch she’d been sitting on just to put some distance (and an object) between them. Just in case. “I’m Isla!”
“As to why I’m here, welllll,” she drawled out, accent thickening. “That’s a long story so I'll just give you the basics. As you can probably tell I ain’t from around here. And if the accent wasn’t a massive giveaway, well…” she shrugged. “Now you know. Can’t say I planned to end up here. You see, what happened was that I was on a little holiday to this great country. Was meant to just be a few weeks of travelling around the place. This place, uh, Tampa wasn’t exactly on my list but I fell asleep on a train and ended up here. I thought, why not explore what it has to offer! So I spent some time looking around and trying not to die in the heat and then passed out on a park bench cause y’know how it is, sunny days just make most people sleepy. And when I woke up…”
She paused for a moment, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she quickly figured out how much of the truth to tell from that point. “Well, my backpack was gone and with it everything I had on me… my wallet, passport, you name it. The only thing I had left was my phone which is completely useless here.” To punctuate her point she pulled that out of her pocket, waving it towards them. “So, I was stuck here! Which was completely shit, but I decided to make the most of it. I had a lil money left cause whoever took my bag hadn’t rummaged round my pockets so I got a hotel and started looking around for ways to figure it all out.”
She grinned, pointing her fingers towards Emily and Madison. “And that’s where you come in! I found out about your group of witches on the internet and figured it was pretty perfect for me. Since y’know, I’m a girl and I’m stuck here and could really do with some help.” She nodded as if that made perfect sense for why she’d just turned up in their beach house. “Oh, also, most importantly I’ve got supernatural powers and all that too.”
Isla threw her phone into the air, flattening her palm and levitating it above her hand as it fell. She ignored the twinge of a headache as she did, adjusting her beanie with her free hand. “See! Magic.”
As if she hadn’t already proved it when she teleported behind the couch. “To get to the point, I want to join your coven because I have nowhere else to go and the beds in this beach house are great to sleep in. Also, y’know, to help me get back home.”
She shrugged as she let her phone fall onto her hand, putting it back into her pocket. More than half of what she’d said was a lie, but it was easily delivered as if it was the truth. It was better to give a believable lie than a completely ridiculous truth, anyway. Who would believe that she’d teleported there from some weird abstraction created world? Certainly not her.
“Oh, also, you should definitely turn off your snapchat maps. It makes it way too easy to find where your hideout is.”
Isla, being herself, takes its completely in stride and carries the plant around without questioning how its presence stops her ranting as much
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