PatientBean

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Dorm Room -> Professor Mikkail's Room
Grimoire: N/A
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Cassie felt cold despite the warmth of her room. When she went to bed Rohan and Cal were not there. She almost preferred it. Rohan had seen her at a low moment and she didn't want Cal's opinion of her dipping any more than it already had. What comfort was there was with Jake, who had made it clear he wanted to be near her to protect her and the others. Though she figured Cal and Rohan could take care of themselves easily, she knew it was more for Jake's benefit than anything else. So she welcomed his presence. She was cautious to offer him a place next to her in her own bed, but Jake seemed comfortable sitting down on the side and resting his head against her mattress. So, tentatively aware of the darkness that permeated the school and the force that had ended Pedrito's life, Cassie attempted sleep.

And when sleep happens, so do dreams.

The lights burned in their brightness and applause filled the air. The stale scent of popcorn and sweat mingled in the dingy atmosphere, the fading colors and patchwork on a pinstripe tent speaking to rushed set ups and hasty exits. The stage bucklesd as Cassie took her place, the magician's sultry assistant, next to his table. Jake beamed as he helds his thumbs up, a microphone headset on backwards and a clipboard somehow dangling from his ear. Whispers ran through an empty theater, only Nicholas and Barty there to watch.

Frankie, the Magician, stumbled into view with wild hair and wild eyes and mouth stitched shut. They begin their act and through it all, the twins are unamused and demanding. Demanding more emotion, more energy, more life in their performance and they simply cannot. Every demand splashes grey across Frankie's flesh and Cassie's outfit trays a bit more at the edge. Cassie climbed into Frankie's box and his saw screams as it cuts through her flesh, tearing her into pieces as the box fades away into plumes of smoke until only hear head remains.

The twins are unsatisfied with their performance.

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Cassie woke up with a start, catching her breath as her hands reached for her neck. She was in one piece, but the chill of the dream sunk into her veins. What did it mean? Was it a prophecy? Or was it the nightmare of the night before invading her mind?

Jake was awake also and said goodbye about a million times before he headed out. Despite the foreboding sense she felt, she was also warmed by his kindness. She got ready and dressed in a dark plaid dress with a white sweater underneath and black boots. As she made her way out to head to Professor Mikkail's room she ran into Cal. Her heart, while normally would have fluttered, remained steadfast. He had surely heard of what happened last night and she didn't really want to rehash it. So she walked and he followed her step.

As they made their way over Cal handed her something. She took it and noticed it was a journal. He confided that he, Willow, and Nick had all struggled to make any headway with it and that her and her magic may be the best way forward. She was hesitant hearing that it was partly Nick's idea and she wondered what horrors would happen at his hand if she attempted it, but she didn't feel Cal would want harm to come to her.

"I don't know. Chaos magic is inherently...well...chaotic. I guess it makes sense that chaos be met with chaos, but it could cause further danger. I mean, look what happened to Willow." She didn't want to be reeling on the ground if she could help it. But if it was the only way...

"I can give it a try. But if it looks like my head is going to explode please pull me out quickly."

She entered Mikkail's sitting room and clocked that Nick was already in. Her stomach twisted as she recalled his brother's words and antics last night. But, if she was going to do this with the journal, she could be cordial. "Hello Nicholas. Hope you had a good night." She left it at that as she took a seat, still holding the journal.

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Death.

Something feared, something cherished.

To many, it is a thing to be avoided. Never talked about, never spoken of, never hinted at or joked about lest the prophecy become true. Despite the horrors that happen every day that result in loss, death is a topic no one wants to bring up. Even at funerals, the topic is often glossed over with good-natured jokes, fond stories of yore, or just completely darkened with booze.

Some cultures revere death. The Day of the Dead is a celebration. Some see death as a new beginning.

To Evereigh, death is just another part of life.

As she sat on her wobbly chair in front of her computer, hand holding the mouse but not moving it, her mind wandered to how she got here. Both the town and her chosen career. There aren't many young girls who fantasize about working with the dead when they get older, and the ones that do are often labeled as weird, odd, or serial killers.

Sometimes all three at once.

She knew this career she chose wasn't so much chosen as it was ordained. Like those who feel compelled by their god to follow a certain path, Evereigh felt the universe had called her into this position. She had a mind for it. A knack. A calling to be the speaker of the dead. A voice to the voiceless.

The one thing she knew about her role became clearer and clearer as years passed. She had to do this. She had to make sense of the senseless, to answer questions, to fill in the blanks. And while this town didn't have nearly as many mysterious or unexplainable deaths as she had grown accustomed to, it did have its moments.

When she applied for the job, she was sure she would be turned away because of her experience. Why would a choice medical examiner from Massachusetts want to be a small town's coroner and unlucky mortician? While she didn't give the full truth to that question, she didn't lie either. She needed a job, she was qualified for the role, and she wanted to be somewhere that wasn't a huge city or a metropolis. Did it matter, really?

At the end of the day, it did not. She was given the job, and she worked hard. She gradually became a fixture of the town. She would eat at the diner or grab a coffee before work. She shopped at the local establishments. She greeted the other law enforcement officers and the sheriff when she passed.

And yet, she never felt connected to the town. Not in any meaningful way. It wasn't like she hated it here. It wasn't that the locals were rude or mean or made her feel unwelcome. It was just a vibe. Like something in the town didn't want her here, or was uncertain as to who she was and what she could do.

And that made her sound crazy. So she kept quiet. Hunkered down and did her job. Usually, there wasn't a whole lot she could do other than file paperwork. The occasional dead person cropped up, but was usually either from an accident or natural causes. No unanswered questions there. Mr. Summers crashed his car into a tree and that's all she wrote. Even if Evereigh had wanted more, the facts were clear.

She wasn't bored, necessarily. She knew what she was signing up for when she took the job. And some interesting cases came across her lab. She knew it wouldn't be like those crime drama shows where the medical examiner was, for some reason, working with the police to solve the crimes by going to suspects' homes or running after the bad guys. If she did her job correctly, she never needed to leave her office.

But, she had to admit, she wanted a bit more. With Halloween approaching, perhaps it would be different today. It would be more.

She wouldn't hold her breath.

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Château de La Lune

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Millicent

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Location: Château de La Lune: Ballroom -> Bar
Skills: N/A

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Millicent had been thinking as Eleanore opened up more. While she was no expert in how he super wealthy operated, she knew that people with money tended to like keeping said money. And things like this mansion and the vineyards were all apart of that money. To hear that Richard wanted to leave to go back to London struck Millicent. Was it because Richard wanted to go back to where Renee's mother was, a type of guilt? Perhaps longing to get away from the place that took his daughter or made him miserable.

Either way, it sounded like Eleanore wasn't on board with the plan. Would she do something to keep her family here? If a nosy person, say, were stirring up trouble by asking questions about paternity, possibly stirring feelings of guilt, remorse, and longing, would Eleanore take matters into her own hands?

It was a possibility.

"We can go grab Luna. We'll be back soon." She waited for Brendan before they made their way to the bar. Once she was far enough away she whispered, "I don't know what you're thinking, but if I was in Eleanore's shoes, I would do what I could to keep my family here. A person causing trouble by looking for her birth father would throw a wrench into that."

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
Sabine First Day Fit: Plum Top, Black Fluffy Jacket with Gold Embellishments, Dark Blue Jeans, Dark Purple Boots
Millicent First Day Fit: Twisted School Girl

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Once the group consented to the telepathic intrusion, Sabine connected with Carlos and broadcast his vision into all of their minds. She also paid careful attention to the vision. She knew it would involve Tarot cards, but there had to be more at play. Perhaps something to do with Nemo and what the group was worried about.

The vision played out. Each of them is connected to something. Likely a Tarot card, though Sabine knew little about them. Millicent was open to the whole memory mind palace thing Sabine had going on, mainly because it was wild to think of one of them being able to open up people's minds and fuck with their memories and dreams and shit. Millicent knew, from talk as well as observation, that Sabine was more careful with her powers now. More considerate of others and not going into their minds without permission. Millicent had to imagine a psychic's powers being judged harshly.

Millicent observed the vision, seeing each of her friends in various forms, and all of them coming together to fight off a shadow army. Didn't Chase play with shadows? Was this vision telling them he was somehow involved? That couldn't be true, could it? She didn't know him very well, but maybe she was wrong.

Sabine, however, was having her own fucked up moment. Because the vision towards the end showed someone she immediately recognized. Someone she hadn't seen in years. Someone she thought had been dead. Because there was no way this person was alive, because they would have reached out to her to let her know. They would have told her they were alive if for no other reason than to show Sabine she wasn't alone, that she wasn't left on her own.

The woman who looked so much like herself. Sabine's own mother.

The vision ended and Millicent noticed Percy had dropped. Was it from the vision itself? She walked over to check on him. "Diva down here. Is he okay? Should we get the nurse? I was on my way to with the other chick, but I think Percy needs them more."

Sabine stood there a moment, aware that people were talking to her, looking at her. Vicky had sent a thought her way, but Sabine only heard it peripherally. Her mind raced with thoughts. Everything she knew to be true was a lie. Nemo was alive, but held prisoner and somehow, some way, her mother was involved. Was she responsible for it? Did her own mother hate her so much that she left when she was only a child and pretended to be dead? Leaving her with a father who threw money at her and married a woman who made her life miserable?

Sabine felt her very bones shake. She clamped down on her wrist, willing herself to snap out of it, but she couldn't. "I'm...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." she muttered and turned and walked away. She didn't know where and she didn't know why. She knew she needed a minute; otherwise she would scream.

And they already had one breakdown today. There was no time for another.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Frankie's Lab
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A
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Cassie ignored the creeping feelings as they made their way to Frankie's lab. She felt more calm with the others checking on her. Jake ever the protector, Connie, and even Annika ensuring she was okay. Part of her felt weak and stupid. She got in to this magical school on her own merits. Surely she should be able to handle a beheaded corpse and the embodiment of a body horror movie that was Frankie's laboratory.

Jake was concerned over protecting everyone which included those who were not present. It warmed her up knowing he cared, but she also didn't want him to burn out. Overextend himself and then blame himself in case something did happen. "I believe he may have used teleportation. Perhaps that is something you can do, but I think we are fine for tonight. We'll tell the others when we see them and get them up to speed. We can work on spells later."

She didn't feel like she would be of much use. Her magic wasn't beneficial for examination. It was chaos, pure and simple. "I doubt I will be of much use also. I am growing very tired and this has all been a lot. I'll stay if I need to, but I kind of want to pass out in my bed and forget things for a bit."

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
First Day Fit: Plum Top, Black Fluffy Jacket with Gold Embellishments, Dark Blue Jeans, Dark Purple Boots

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Sabine thought for a minute. She knew from general French history that Tarot originated as a playing card game and grew in popularity. She also recalled back at the start of the school year (had it really only been a couple of months?!?) that Agatha had read everyone's fortunes. Her memory clicked when she remembered that she had been dealt the Hanged Man card, among others.

"I don't really engage in it myself, but when we started the school year Agatha had a fortune-telling tent where she drew Tarot cards and offered fortunes. One of my cards was the Hanged One and she said it deals with new perspectives and surrender. That was for my past, but I know each card has a meaning and it means something when it is reversed or standard. If you are seeing Marlena as the Hanged One, then maybe that's what it means for you." She directed the last part to Marlena. "We could ask her when we find the time. I am sure she's busy, but she might know how to interpret the imagery."

She felt her phone buzz and she pulled it up to read the message from Danni. A jailbreak? Just what the hell was going on over there? Still, that was the bestie call to action. Needed help burying a body? No problem, hand me a shovel.

"Seems I am being called away to handle something. It was nice to meet and talk to you Carlos. Let's exchange contact info. You're really chill. Marlena, you can come with if you want." Sabine didn't wait for a response from Marlena, she honestly didn't expect Marlena to follow, as she replied.

Danni

-Jailbreak? Do I want to know?
-Of course I do. I was with Marlena and Carlos. Have you met him? He's super cool!
-Anywho, I am on my way over to you, but catch me up. Who are we breaking out of jail? And do I need to change outfits?
-Silly question, of course I do

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
First Day Fit: Twisted School Girl

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Millicent felt herself fall inwardly as Dorian wailed about the pressure, the bombardment of questions, and the seemingly daunting task of being able to see the person you thought dead be somewhere else, possibly in trouble, possibly hurt, and feeling like there wasn't much you could do.

She was cautious with Glimpse and forgot herself with her own cousin.

"I am so sorry Dorian. I should have realized how scary that would be or how much pressure you felt. Worry over him. It's natural to be curious and want answers, but it shouldn't be at your expense. We can figure this out together, but also if you want to take a step back and just relax, we can do that too."

Danni still flew at a thousand miles a minute, and she was sure April felt some guilt, but things were still moving forward. "Isn't Sabine like good with the mind stuff? Couldn't she help with the memory mumbo jumbo and dream stuff and see about pinpointing his location? Or maybe someone else magically attuned?"

It was nice to see everyone show up for Dorian, though. "A besties trip sounds so needed right now. Karaoke is exactly what the doctor prescribed. And lots of food. I don't think I ever had something like that growing up. No sleepover or anything in that vein." Millicent left the part out as to why. No need to drag things down below the ground.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Feasting Hall
Grimoire: N/A
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Cassie fought off every conflicting instinct she felt. Part of her wanted to run screaming into the night and get away from this school she was so happy to have found and forget everything she wanted, while the other part wanted to stay, figure things out, and explore the mystery. While she didn't know Pedrito personally, she still felt saddened by his passing. Especially in the gruesome way it was carried out.

Jake warmed her heart, though, pledging to protect the others. He had a point in telling the others, even if the rumors were spreading. "The others should be told, though, even if there were already whispers going around about it. They could even help." Cal and Willow should certainly be made aware. Hell, even Nicky should be told. As much as she detested him and his brother, she didn't want whatever had slaughtered Pedrito to hurt them.

The consensus seemed to be that they would move the head to Franklin's lab. She wanted to go back to her room and fly into her magic bed and forget about all of this, but she wanted to see this through. "Splitting up in horror movies never ends well and this is about as close to a horror movie as I'd like to get". So let's stick together. And if we can find out more information about what did this then that only helps the school and us out further."

She wrapped her arms around herself in a mix of hug and protective stance. She wanted out of this creepy basement.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
First Day Fit: Plum Top, Black Fluffy Jacket with Gold Embellishments, Dark Blue Jeans, Dark Purple Boots

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Sabine ignored the whining coming from the frosty giant as she focused on Carlos and his visions of the future. Or potential futures, as he claimed. Wasn't that always the way with seers? The future was ever-changing, and nothing could be picked out perfectly. What he saw though, them dancing, swords, a bear? A hodgepodge of randomness, but still something connected. "I mean, there was a guy back when school started. His name was...Teddy, I believe. He was bear-adjacent, I guess? He was a big softie, like a Teddy Bear. That could be him, maybe?

Sabine stared at Marlena's phone as she highlighted the Hanged Man Tarot card. She wasn't familiar with Tarot, really, but she recalled Tarot being somehow connected to them. "So this is all connected to Tarot Cards? Would make sense. We should ask someone more versed in it, though." Her mind itched, like something was nagging her, but she couldn't get it.

"Also side note: Bridgerton is already very gay."

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
First Day Fit: Twisted School Girl

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There was a lot happening, with more people coming and joining the collective. Millicent worried, albeit briefly, that the sheer number of people who were joining would cause the girl, Glimpse, to freak out and lash out. Millicent was sure the team could handle it, but she also didn't think Glimpse intended to cause harm. If what was being discussed was true, the Glimpse was a fish out of water and really only Andy could understand.

"No amount of chocolate milk seems to be driving people away to give them some space, which like, respect, but also she was encased in ice and seems to have traveled through time, so I'm giving her grace. Plus, if things do go sideways, I am pretty sure Andy can handle it. Didn't she break America's leg or something?"

Her focus, though, returned to Dorian. "So you astral projected, you think, to where Nemo is? And you saw him? And you have done this before? That's wild then. Why would he lie? Is he in hiding from someone or something?" Would be the case, she figured. She had a feeling more drama was on the horizon. "Drama seems to follow you all wherever you go, even in your sleep. So, what's this about a frost giant?" she directed that last part to Leah.

What Lies Below

Dr. Evereigh Wraithfaire - The Medical Examiner

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Dr. Evereigh Wraithfaire...

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. S T R E N G T H S forensic pathology - Evereigh is a medically trained professional with a focus in forensic pathology. She is skilled in performing autopsies and investigating to find the cause of death for investigations. This also comes with knowledge of human anatomy as well as information about diseases, environmental exposures, and identifying trends in public health. analytical - Evereigh has an analytical mind, able to break down complex thoughts into manageable items to tackle. She can easily identify patterns and offer facts confirmed by evidence. Evereigh enjoys data and accuracy above all else. emotionally resilient - Working with the dead can be tough. Evereigh has learned to be resilient in the face of so much death and sadness, able to persevere in her work despite how traumatic it can be. This does not mean she doesn't feel sad or angry, she just doesn't let those emotions impact her job. She also uses humor to get through the day. W E A K N E S S E S stubborn - Very little can persuade Evereigh when she believes in something. As someone who prefers evidence, she has very little patience for the fanatical. Evereigh has strong, firm beliefs and can withstand considerable adversity when she is challenged. sardonic - Who was it that said sarcasm is the lowest form of wit? For Evereigh, to combat the myriad of horrors she faces she relies on her sardonic nature to get by. No one, not even herself, is safe from her sarcasm and wit. This doesn't put her in the best light with others, but somehow, that suits her just fine. perfectionist - A job done right is the best. Evereigh works diligently and sees things through to completion. When there are questions that still need answers, she does not rest easily until she is done with them. This causes more stress, sure, but once things are wrapped in a nice bow, she can rest. Though there never seems to be an end to it. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y intelligent .... | .... critical .... | .... steadfast .... | .... provocative .... | .... contemplative H I S T O R Y The only child of immigrant parents, Evereigh has a lot of expectations foisted on her young shoulders. To some, that may have been the driving factor in future estrangement from their parents, but Evereigh saw it as a challenge. Her young, inquisitive mind always sought answers to hard questions. Early on, it was apparent Evereigh was destined for great things. So when her parents were killed in a drunk driving accident, she sought answers. She found none. Evereigh went to live with her aunt in Maryland. She excelled in school despite the loss she felt. Teachers praised her ability and intelligence, but often noted how isolated he became. Evereigh also began a streak of rebellion, smoking outside school, vandalizing property, and stealing. Even though she got the work done, she fell in with the wrong crowd. She became more withdrawn. When her aunt was diagnosed with cancer and nearly lost her life, it woke up something within her. Evereigh threw herself into her work and promised to offer answers to the unexplainable. With her grades, Evereigh attended Harvard University, working her way through to medical school at an early age and focusing on forensic pathology. It was there that she figured she could do her best to provide answers to questions and help others. She graduated and took an early job with the Boston Coroner's Office. She worked her way up through the ranks, earning her recommendations and job offers. During an investigation into the death of a prominent political figure, Evereigh discovered the cause of death and connected it to the Boston police department, notably the chief of police. What Evereigh did not expect was how far the chief's connections were. Soon, Evereigh's name was blacklised and she was soon let go from her position. After some death threats, Evereigh decided she needed to get away from Boston and the state in general. She drove until she couldn't stand it anymore, landing in Pine Ridge. Establishing herself as the town's medical examiner, Evereigh quickly found herself in a place she could call home. And as Pine Ridge opened up more, she saw the murky depths, the darkness at the center, and ever the fact finder, she strived to find answers to the madness that was Pine Ridge. Was it fate? Was it chance? Either way Pine Ridge had a giant question mark attached to it and Evereigh wanted answers. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #966283 ........ faceclaim . | . eve harlow ........ creator . | . patientbean

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Château de La Lune

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Millicent

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Location: Château de La Lune: Dining Room -> Ballroom
Skills: Cold Reading

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Millicent shrugged. "At this point, maybe we should start accusing. There's too much going on around here for her to continue to play dumb about it. We'll start by helping, maybe bring up that we just spoke to Richard. We don't have to say what we asked, but it'spretty obvious he is struggling with mental decline in some way. That can't be a good look for the patriarch of this family."

She stood up, waiting for Brendan, before she made her way to the ballroom. As she did, her mind worked through the puzzles that kept piling on. Hopefully the others were working through their own problems. Though something still bothered her. She didn't fully trust anyone else. They could easily cover up their involvement.

She would work through that later. She came to Eleanor. "Still working hard? We came back to help, if you still need it." She gave a warm smile while she waited for the response. "We spoke to Richard also. He had a lot to say about recent events. I do hope it isn't getting to him. He seemed...lost."

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Millicent is going to keep an eye on Eleanor for a reaction to mentioning Richard to see if she is giving away anything.