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Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location: The Evergreen Room
Skills: N/A

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Constance walked into the lounge and looked over at the selection of food and drinks before her and sighed softly. Not that she had much of an appetite in the morning to begin with, but this morning she had even less of one than usual. She decided to pick out a small cup of fruit and a cup of coffee, and then took a seat and started to pick at the fruit.

She was a bit in her mind as she picked that she almost missed that someone was talking to her. She looked over and blinked as she realized the gentleman that had been wearing the wildly inappropriate outfit to dinner the night before was talking to her, asking her how she was. Drat, had she done a poor job on her make up? Or was he just asking to strike up a conversation?

Maybe this was her chance. To get more information from someone. He even gave her an in. Bad history indeed.

”Ah, bad history is a way to put it. I have that as well. I had my own experience with death far too early in life. I’m holding up as well as one can expect. What about yourself?” She lifted her coffee and took a sip, letting the bitter liquid give her incentive to keep going.

Sam gave Constance a tight lipped smile. ”Honestly? I had a panic attack…fully broke down for a moment but…I'm here, and I can't exactly change that so…” His gaze dropped down to his Orange Juice, spying into it as if it would somehow foretell the coming events. But all it showed back was its yellowish sheen before he finally took a sip.

”Mmmm yes, it does seem for the moment we’re all here, and all stuck inside for the day. I am sorry about your panic attack. Did you have someone to help you through it?” Constance took another sip of her coffee before setting the cup down on its saucer and letting it clink softly. She was curious to his answer, mostly to see if there was someone he already trusted.

”Millicent did. I'm sorry to hear your ‘bad history’ as well. Did you want to talk about it? Or even…this?” Sometimes talking about things made it easier, with time of course. Maybe this would be like that as well?

Constance stiffened for a moment at that and paused, before she took a breath and then spoke. ”I wish I hadn’t been so rude to her. I… we were sharing a bathroom and I blocked her from it yesterday. Before dinner. I judged her for being a teacher. And now… I just wish I could apologize.”

Sam wanted to take her hand in his. He could sympathize with the idea of wanting to apologize to those who departed. His hand reached forward slightly before pausing and coming back to his own side, wedging both his hands between his legs. ”That's…harsh. But maybe I could help? I mean, if you believe in the paranormal at all that is.”

”Ha… I do apologize. However, I have no belief in that. Otherwise I might have spoken to my father ages ago…” Constance felt the color slip from her face as she slipped up. Why had she said that so easily! And brought up her father again for the second time that day. If she kept that up, she was going to try again, and all the make up work, for nothing!

”Hey no need to apologize for that. I mean that’s part of what my channel is…was, um about. To help those that don't believe, believe. Though it helps to have people who are skeptical join in on an investigation so they can see with their own eyes. Funny enough, I started ghost hunting in an attempt to contact a father figure who passed away at a young age too…”]

Constance felt her eyebrow raise a bit at that. ”Was? Do you mean it changed?”

”Its on a hiatus. Wanted to do something big for hitting a milestone on the channel but that takes time so till then, its on pause.” Sam answered before stuffing his face with food once more. fuck Fuck FUck FUCk FUCK!

”Ah, that makes sense. I can relate to doing a ghost hunt for a father figure though. My father passed when I was ten, but well, never got any sign of him lingering. That’s why I’m having a hard time today.” Constance picked up her coffee and took another sip and looked at Sam. She got the sense he was hiding something but wasn’t sure how to bring up the theory she and Tony were working on. She needed something to work with. Anything at all. How could she swing the conversation?

”Well, it may not be your father but…there was a sign of someone lingering today. I think it was Renee.” His voice was low, hushed down enough for only the pair to hear. ”After I went back up, well…Miguel is missing as well. I went to check up on him and he wasn't there. Only a few items missing so either he's roaming about the Château or he's MIA. But one of the item's he took was a spirit box. I thought maybe he was trying to signal me something, so I got my own, albeit a bit more advanced one, and someone came through it. Only one word, but clear as day before it fell silent once more.”

”What did the box say?” Constance lowered her voice as well and leaned in close at that point, and her eyebrows furrowed at that point. Someone else was missing? Miguel… Miguel… Oh! He had been the one to punch Lawrence the first time. First Renee now Miguel? She didn’t like that pattern, and the fact that the two people that had put Lawrence in his place were now dead and missing.

”Murdered”

Well, that confirmed what she and Tony had been talking about earlier… If it had been Renee talking. If Constance was letting herself buy into this spirit talk. ”Sam, I’m going to ask you something, and don’t take this the wrong way. Was there something in your room when you arrived?” She dropped her voice to the lowest whisper she could muster, her eyes meeting his.

Sam looked to his left and right with only his eyes. ”Youre not the first to ask that question. So can I assume you also received your welcome package. It seemed to have a lot of information for us.” He hoped she would understand his meaning. More so he didn't want to involve Millicent's name until he absolutely had to. It wasn't his secret to tell.

Well, that confirmed that theory she and Tony had been working on. Seems that the guests had secrets and someone was using those secrets against them. She lifted her cup and took another sip of her coffee. ”Both Tony and I did. We’re thinking everyone got a lot of information in their welcome package.” She would have to pass on this code to Tony, it was quite handy.

Oooooo Bingo! Maybe Sam wasn't as bad at this sleuthing as he thought he was. It appeared Tony himself also had a few skeletons in his closet then. But how would that connect to his examination earlier? ”So far it seems like it.” Though now he was beginning to feel like the odd man out. He only received a post it note with barely anything on it. Everyone else so far seemed to have some odd string to tug on. Why?

”It seems then, we should all work together. If you know anyone else that got that lovely info in the welcome package, let them know that we should chat later then.” Constance finished her coffee, letting the last bitter notes flood her mouth. So much blackmail, this really was turning into some bloody cliche and she wasn’t enjoying it. Someone had brought her here to make a mockery of her, and she would not stand for it once she found out who.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A

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Willow tilted her head softly as Cassie told her that she had run away from home to attend the academy, and frowned a bit. Willow couldn't have imagined running away from her Tia, ever, as she was her only family, and she loved her more than anything in the world. She did brighten up a bit as Cassie told her that today was her birthday. "Oh! Happy Birthday! ¡Feliz cumpleaños! We should have some quesillo later to celebrate! ...I wonder if someone knows how to make it." She giggled happily at the idea of having quesillo again to celebrate with her new coven sister, alongside cake.

She heard Cassie's squeal as Luna appeared and wasn't sure if that was of delight or horror, but quickly was listening as Cassie told them of their mentor and smiled. "Oh! He sounds like a delight~ Lets head over~"

She opened herself up, and Luna gently helped be her eyes as she wound her way across the room to where their mentor and hopefully the rest of the coven was. As Cassie explained her magic to Willow, she paused for a moment. Chaos magic. She had only heard about it briefly from her Tia, ages ago. Mostly when she had been explaining the types of magic she knew about to Willow, and how they worked to her knowledge. She had explained that chaos magic was rare, and wasn't something that was usually taught. "I use divination magic, and I have since I was very little. It started with visions, but I've managed to hone it, so I can use cards, runes, and tea leaves now. Tea leaves was the hardest... for the obvious reasons." She chuckled softly at that as she leaned over to nuzzle Luna. "Luna's been helping me a lot with that."

She walked up to the growing group and looked around and let Luna get a good look at the group. Their mentor was much as Cassie had described him, which did please Willow, as he reminded her a lot of her Tia. She never let anyone tell her how to live her life, which was why she was out in the Amazonian forest, and turning moths into women.

Her fellow covenmates, both male presenting, were rather handsome, but she didn't know too much about them, but one of them interested her. He didn't quite feel fully human, just like her. Maybe she could talk to him later. There had to be others like her, right? Others that had been changed and their forms become something else.

After Cassie and their mentor spoke, she smiled and spoke up. "¡Hola! I am Willow Ojos! I think I like the color purple, but I have a hard time with colors~ But purple is a beautiful color in nature, and there are so many beautiful purple flowers in nature. This is Luna, she's my eyes for me, so you'll probably see her a lot. I am so excited to be part of this coven~ Thank you for picking me, and I am excited to meet you all~" She just hoped that everyone else in the coven felt the same, otherwise she might really feel like a right goose.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A

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Willow was hoping that her roommate for the year would introduce themselves soon, but no one seemed to come over and do so before someone started to speak. The Headmistress of the school. Agatha Harkness. Her Tia had told her a little bit about the woman, and Willow had done some readings about her, but had not been able to glean much from the cards, which was either a good thing or a bad thing. What her Tia had told her was that she was old and powerful and to never cross her, which was honestly what her Tia said about most witches, wizards and magical beings. "Everything has its place and purpose. From the smallest bug to the biggest bird." She had told Willow many a time, when Willow had asked why her Tia had transformed her.

As the woman spoke she mentioned Covens and Willow perked up at that. Tia had mentioned covens before, and here Willow was, about to get one of her own! She knew she had siblings, but to have sisters in the craft? That was a very big deal, and she couldn't wait to meet them and their mentor.

She could feel something being put on her chest, appearing there, and went to run her fingers over it. It had a very distinct shape, with wings and horns. A dragon!

Her attention turned as someone started to speak to her and she smiled brightly. "Coven sisters! Oh, how wonderful! I am Willow, and it lovely to meet you! I do apologize if I seem a bit... odd, what I can and cannot see is up to fate." She chuckled as she turned to Cassie and held out her hand. "Is this your first year here, or are you returning? I got the impression that there were many returning students. Also what does our coven professor look like?"

She could feel a bit of an irritate tap on her shoulder and she turned to look at Luna. "Ah forgive me. Cassie this is Luna. She is my familiar and she helps me see what I am not graced with seeing so easily. Luna, this is Cassie, my coven sister. Luna, dear, can you see if you can find our other coven sister, or brothers? I do not wish to assume they are all female." She reached up and gently pet her familiar, and felt the irritation seem to melt away, before the weight lifted from her shoulder.

"Oh, do forgive me for all the questions, but what circle of magic do you specialize in? Or do you call it something other than circle? I know not all witches are the same." Willow never seemed to look away from Cassie, even though it was hard to tell if she was really looking at the other woman.

Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location: The Evergreen Room
Skills: N/A

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Constance walked over to the vanity in her room and then sat down and sighed. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned a bit at that point, and tugged over her makeup case. She opened it and started applying makeup around her eyes to hide the fact she had been crying recently. Even in these moments she couldn't let any of the others see her as anything less than perfect. Yes, Tony had seen her fall to pieces, but well, he had also seen her in some other more intimate moments a few hours earlier.

She started applying her eyeliner as she thought of what would be their next steps. She would approach the magician for sure, and try to strike up a conversations. She just hoped she would be receptive. If only she could also remember her name. It began with a "M" right? Drat. She had been so focused on the conversations on her end of the table and flirting with Tony that the name was escaping her. However, how was she suppose to know that there was going to be a murder and the conversation of the strange events was about to become more relevant come the morning?

Bringing up the topic of blackmail was going to be much trickier. Working together with Tony on that was going to be imperative. He was the only person she trusted at the moment, because she fully knew he wasn't responsible for the murder or the blackmail.

She finished applying her make up and closed up the little bag and zipped it up. She then walked over to her wardrobe and opened it and fished out a casual outfit for the day. It seemed that they were going to be stuck inside, which felt like such a horrible cliche to her. Trapped on an island, in the middle of a storm, and a murder? Did Agatha Christie have a hand in planning this whole weekend? Constance had never been terribly fond of murder mystery books growing up, but now it seemed she was trapped in one.

She tugged on her outfit for the day, and zipped up the side of the skirt and decided to step in the lounge. Even if she wasn't terribly hungry at the moment, that was where everyone else was gathering. Where else would be a better place to start?

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimoire: Summon Familiar
Skills: N/A

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Sometimes fate was funny, sometimes it was kind. When Willow had woken up that day she had already known that the little puzzle box would be there, waiting for her. She smiled happily as she let her fingers run over every little bit of it, taking in the bars. She turned it over and over in her hands until she figured it out and smiled. Music~ Something she could work with easily. As it fell apart, she ran her fingers over the message and grinned before sitting up happily in her bed. "Tia! I'll be leaving at the end of the month! Good thing I've already started!" She giggled happily as she tossed the blankets off to the side and then went to finish up her packing and getting read.

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October 31st could not have come swiftly enough, and making arrangements to get to the Strange Academy had been a breeze, thanks to knowing that it would be forthcoming. Autumn in the Northern Hemisphere was different than Autumn in the Southern, as she felt how much moister it was at that moment, and October back home was drier as they shifted towards the wetter months. She could hear the crunch of the leaves under her feet, and she giggled at all the new sounds and sensations.

She could tell the moment she passed through the door that there was nothing but magic in the air. She smiled as she 'looked' around, taking everything in. So many different types of magic, so many different people, so many different feelings in the air. She was so happy to be here, and she was so happy to know that she would finally be with others that could use magic, maybe others that might be closer to her age! She loved her Tia, more than anything else in the world but, they both agreed that she needed more experience with others.

She walked forward, looking around until she nearly ran into the tank. "Oh! Silly me!"

With a slight flourish of her hand, she gently summoned forth her familiar and nuzzled her gently. "Do you mind helping me out, Luna?" She giggled softly as she turned back towards the tank. The moth nodded softly and then looked over for her. After a moment Willow nodded and walked over to the tank.

She gently dipped a hand in, and waited. After a moment, a fish swam into it and she lifted it from the water. A key appeared in her hand, and she ran her fingers over it softly. "Wonderful~ I can't wait to meet my roommate!"

Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location: The Evergreen Room
Skills: N/A

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Constance knew she had to pull herself together, and fast. She had already let one person see her at her lowest that day, and she didn't need the others to see her like that. She noted sadly that she really didn't have to worry about anyone else having to share the bathroom with and grimaced at that thought. She knew that they would have to talk to the others, to figure out if they were also blackmailed. However, getting anyone else to try to admit it might be like pulling teeth. Why would anyone being blackmailed easily admit to it, especially to a virtual stranger when there was clearly a murderer on the loose?

Constance tossed her workout clothing into a pile in the corner as she stepped into the shower. Her mind was swirling as the warm water gently pelted her body, attempting to wash away the morning. She already knew she was going to have to take some time with her make up, to hide the little redness around her eyes from crying.

As she stood there, she let her mind wander a bit. Who would be the best to approach next. Maybe the magician? She seemed to be on to something the night before, maybe hinting at something. Maybe she could be an ally in this. She was trying to remember if there was anyone else that had been asking or hinting at any strangeness last night, but all she remembered about dinner was the gentleman in shorts, the drag queen, the punch, and the very rude family member.

Wait, the woman that had headbutted him at the bar had ended up dead. How was no one immediately suspicious of him. Or maybe they were and no one was saying anything. He had yelled death threats at her, and also at his niece for nominating her last night at the bar. She might have to bring that up to Tony later, when they were alone. At least they had a reasonable cover for being alone together, as most people had probably seen them got off together, or maybe even heard them the night before.

She finally turned off the shower and stepped out and wrapped herself in one of the towels. Whatever thoughts she had at the moment, she needed to focus and get ready for the day. There was a lot to do, and not a lot of time to do it in.

Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location: The Evergreen Room
Skills: N/A

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”Tony… Someone is blackmailing me.”

Constance let it spill out before she truly realized what she had said, but it was out in the open now. She heard that hitch in his breath, and she looked up at him. What was with that reaction? Was he surprised that someone like her had secrets that she needed to be kept like that, or was it that he also…? No. But he had just mentioned documents on his desk as well. Right where she had found the photos yesterday. Was that why they had all been brought there? Maybe that’s why poor Renee…

She realized it had been quiet, too quiet. ”Tony… is there something I should know?”

Tony blinks, recomposing himself. ”I’m being blackmailed too. I don’t know why, there’s no demand… just…” he hesitates, his mind racing as he tries to choose the right words; safe words. ”An implication of what they know, the leverage they have. I thought I was the only one… could it be all of us?” he says, paling slightly as he realizes the possibility.

Constance couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was just like with those photos. No demands, nothing else but the implications. However, what Tony was suggesting, she was now thinking it too. ”It was similar with me. No demands, no instructions, nothing. Just the implication. I… didn’t want to think it could be anything more than just happenstance but, hearing that they’re blackmailing you too, and now with Renee… oh god. Did they bring us here to expose us?”

Tony winced at the thought. If his secret was exposed… no, I can’t let that happen. ”Maybe. I don’t know. But whatever their plans are, it can’t be good. And who are ‘they’ anyway? Elenore, surely, but who knows who else could be in on it? It could be any of them… all of them. This is… bad,” he says, thinking out loud.

”Clearly the LaLunes are in on it. Those documents were in our assigned rooms and none of us knew where we were going when we arrived here, correct? I don’t really even trust the staff now. However, I don’t know if we should let the others know yet. Clearly someone is willing to kill and we don’t know why.” Constance bit her lip a bit as she looked up at Tony. She could feel herself getting weak though as her thoughts spun around in her mind. Someone had brought them all there, possibly to expose them, and possibly for more, but why? They hadn’t known each other before, and none of them had anything to gain by knowing the others' secrets, correct? So why them? Was this a situation like that old comedy movie? No. Constance wasn’t even American!

”I definitely don’t trust anyone that was here before us,” he agreed. ”Not the family, not the staff. As for the others… fuck, I don’t know. We need to figure out if anyone else is being blackmailed. We need to know if we can trust anyone else, or if we’re in this alone. …Fuck.” None of them would trust you if they knew your secret, his subconscious says; Tony grimaces at the thought.

Constance found herself nodding at Tony’s words, but it was going to be troublesome trying to figure out if anyone else was being blackmailed. It wasn’t like you could just ask them upfront if they were keeping secrets. She also knew that if anyone knew her secret that they would never look at her the same. ”For… for now… we should try to play this cool until we figure out if we’re alone in this or not. I know that’s a bit of a tall order but we can’t give anyone a reason to suspect us of knowing anything.”

Tony doesn’t answer immediately, caught up in his racing thoughts as he tries to make sense of all this. It doesn’t help that the consequences of his night of drinking still lingered, leaving a frustrating haze over his mind. I need to think… I need a shower. Fuck, is it even safe to be alone? He’s not used to this uncertainty… this fear. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

”We have to be smart about this,” he eventually agrees. He opens his mouth to continue, but no words come. He’s still looking at Constance, but simultaneously looks distant. In the operating room, Tony always knows what to do, how to handle every situation… but right now, he feels lost. He feels like he did a year ago.

Constance could see that look in his eye and moved in close and wrapped her arms around him tightly and nuzzled in close. She was use to having the answers, she was use to being perfect, and having the perfect answers at her fingertips. But at the moment? She was adrift and her only lifeline was knowing that she wasn’t alone in this. ”We’re not alone, Tony. We’ve got each other, right?”

Gradually, Tony is brought back to the present by her embrace. ”We have each other,” he agrees, kissing the top of her head and holding her close. Eventually, he pulls away slightly. ”I need to go shower, we have to act normal. And I’m sure the others are desperate to question the doctor,” he adds dryly, grimacing at the thought. An interrogation is the last thing he wants right now, but he’ll have to face it eventually.

”Alright. I should clean up as well. Good luck dodging all the interrogations.” Constance offered him a half smile as she pulled away and let him leave. As she watched him leave, she leaned up against her bedpost and frowned a bit. Things were going from bad to worse with this news, and she wasn’t sure how to feel. For the moment, she was going to take that shower, and get ready for the day.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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_{Willow Ojos
Willow Ojos}

^{"All will happen in due time."}

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Willow started life as a normal moth, with no real aspirations and no real goals aside from living her life as a moth. Like most of her kind she didn’t really know her parents as they had passed by the time she had hatched from her egg. That would have been Willow’s life as well, had not fate intervened and she made the most interesting connection that would forever shape her destiny.

One day as she was flittering through the forest she called home, she landed on the shoulder of the local forest witch, who seemed to be enamoured of the moth that had decided to rest on her shoulder. She took in Willow, giving her the name she would carry with her for the rest of her life and then also decided to help awaken the moth, to help extend her life.

Using a blessing and a token, the moth became a small girl that soon became empowered with the power of foresight. The young girl grew up in her home forest, learning about her powers as well as the land around her. However, she became witness to horrors that she would not have been aware of had she stayed a moth, and those horrors awoke her want to help others.

Her mentor and honorary aunt realized that the young woman would need more contact with the outside world and more specialized teaching than she could offer, and so helped enroll her student in the Strange Academy, and helped set her up a cell phone and social media account so that she could become more normalized. With that, Willow was sent off to the Academy with the hope that one day she can help keep her home from being destroyed and help make the world a better place.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

YAY! Ty!

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

Oh!

I can change the cryptic trait, that was my brain fart! I'll also fix all those!

EDIT: Fixed~