Punished GN

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The PRA.

Interactions: Jack the "rip his balls" (@Blizz), Sloane (@Atrophy), & Anya (@FernStone).

The Halloween Festival. The Beach Bar. Cracker Island.

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“Trevooooor, save Jack. He's our ride home. Bianca’s got us. Prove yourself and go saaaaaave him…”

Sloane

Trevor scrunched his face up as he tilted his head.

"... Who is Jack? Your imaginary friend?" Trevor scratched his head and laughed. Probably imaginary question marks could be seen floating around his head. Also, stop kicking me! You're damaging federal property!" He rotated so that he was facing a completely different direction. If Sloane kept kicking, she'd probably be kicking more stool than anything.

"Maybe your friend has had enough to drink!" Trevor laughed as he pointed at the drink Agent Liao and Keagan left for the two. "Next up, she'll be asking me to save Jill!"

”Your boss and her… friend talked like they were close with Emily G. Reed and Vashti Nour. I know they helped with your… previous leader. Have you been working together since then?”

Anya

Trevor laughed.

"I wouldn't say they're close to the two... well, funny story," He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. "After the whole thing with, uh, you-know-who blew over, Agent Liao took over as regional commander. We tried to contact the two Covens—we couldn't find Greenwood, but we found 8th St... and found out all the fucked up shit they were doing. So we tried to get them to stop and when that didn't work, we raided 'em!"

He laughed again, as he continued, "I remember we hit 'em with the teargas, the flashbangs, the taser darts - they had this big motherfucker nothing worked on until I hit 'im with the Secret Weapon! But, yeah, they all managed to get away through a portal except for the leaders and this one guy... Agent Sawyer. Agent Sawyer. Ooooh, maaaan, he got dealt a bad hand in the... Lighthouse Incident."

The remaining four agents glared at him when he mentioned the Lighthouse Incident. He was quiet until they went back to chatting. Then he continued,

"Well, I guess since he left the PRA he's just Sawyer - forgot his first name - oh yeah, Aaron! But, he was a real stand up Agent, never did anything bad - ^{unlike a majority of the Agents you run into} - but his sister was an Agent too. And after the Lighthouse Incident she went MIA and it hit him real hard so he left. Not surprised about that. But also surprised he's rolling with Emily's crew - because have you spent more than five minutes with her?! What sort of fucked up, spoiled childhood when she have?!"

Then he laughed. "Oh yeah, I got off track, I didn't see how it ended, because the one with the book kicked me in the balls. But apparently Aaron bartered some type of deal between 8th Street and the PRA. They give us info on what's going on out there in the street and we turn a blind eye to their antics. A reeeeeeeeal popular choice if you ask me, but I'm just a three time Trainee Ag-"

”... Shouldn’t you be harassing your coworkers right now, Obott?”

A Spooky MF

Trevor screamed like a little girl, as he fell out of his chair. He stared dead on with this evil looking spooky motherfucker! He looked to the left, and then to the right, as he had no other options. He stuck his hand out towards the shadow demon ghost thing guy.

It was time for the Secret Weapon.

"... TESTICULAR TORSION!"

A glowing green orb came out of Trevor's hand at lightning speeds towards Jack/The Shadow Motherfucker. If it hit, it would bypass all defenses and... torsion his testicles.

"Oh shit!" At the same time Samson almost fell out of his chair... his firearm wasn't on him, but he definitely had a fire arm. He let loose a blast of fire that came out like a flamethrower towards Jack.

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George Nelson & Carol Doyle.

Interactions: Ayrin Thorne (@NoriWasHere).

Cracker Island. Halloween Festival. Right outside the fight.

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” If you want my phone you’ll have to take it from me. We both know you're too big of a pussy to fight someone who can beat you.”

Ayrin

"Ooooooooooooh!" George threw his hands up into the air as he pointed at her, turning towards Carol. "Do you see this motherfucker?!"

"Yeah I see this motherfucker!" Carol answered.

"Do you really see this motherfucker?!" George said again.

"Yeah I really see this motherfucker!"

"... Well not for long!" George shouted as he cocked back a fist, and came in with a wide-arced, full-force, haymaker. All of George's brutal strength focused into one punch towards Ayrin's chest.

Paragraphs: Agents of Death [FernStone & Punished Ghost Note]

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The ride to the Washington household was….

”🎵... Stop, don't stop, don't stop giving me things! Stop, don't stop, don't stop laughing about it! Stop, don't stop, don't stop! 🎵"

… Something else.

Lisa sang along with the radio loudly, having a ball of her own as she sat in the back seat with Vanessa (who was sitting up) and Ella. She rocked her head back and forth as she sung.

Clementine wiped her face.

“... She was literally fighting for her life like ten minutes ago,” Clementine griped. “How does she still have the energy to be a goofball?”

”Because I’m fab-ulous!” Lisa laughed.

"Eventually, you gain the ability to zone it out," Saskia said tiredly.

“... When?!” Clementine laughed.

"Heyyy, can we change the channel? Maybe there's one with a song I know, then we can both sing!" Ella shouted, leaning forward.

"... Please no," Saskia muttered.

”You only know some weeb-ass anime music!” Lisa shouted back.

"I don't! I know some normal music!"

"... Can you please stop shouting," Saskia groaned. Then, to Clementine, they said, "This is what I’ve had to deal with the past few days."

”See! Even you think anime music is weird!” Lisa shouted back.

Clementine turned towards Saskia and stared at a thick tree they were coming up on.

“You know that tree is looking real nice right now…”

"It’s not abnormal, it’s special!" Ella yelled, volume somehow getting louder. "Normal music is boring."

"I agree about the tree…" Saskia said, staring at it.

”No it’s not!” Lisa replied. ”You just haven’t heard real music! Nor have you taken a shower, much like real anime fans!”

"What?! I took a shower last night! You heard me!" Ella pointed a finger at Lisa. "It’s cleaner than sleeping with spiders on me!"

”Spiders are clean animals!” Lisa retorted, ”Did you know they groom themselves?! Their webs too?! They clean themselves immediately after touching a person! And I know my spiders do the same after they touch you.”

"... they do?" Ella paused, eyes widening. "I didn’t know that! That’s kind of cool! I’m sorry spiders- but the point is, I also shower! I really want to clean myself now after that nasty man touched me!"

”Like that was the first time that happened, Ella!”

"It was the first time! The only other man who’s ever touched me is my Tuxedo Mask body pillow!"

”... Are you forgetting about your uncle?” Lisa teased, sticking her tongue out.

Ella tilted her head. "I don’t have a- OH! He wasn’t technically my uncle, he was-"

The car suddenly stopped as Clementine’s head whipped to the back seat.

”... WILL YOU TWO CUT IT THE FUCK OUT!”

She screamed at the top of her lungs and then panted over and over again. She put her hand to her face as she said, “There really ain’t no question about who you two are because you’re stiill as annoying as ever…” She shook her head.

”S-sorry,” Lisa stammered out.

"Heyyy, we’re not that annoying, you just don’t understand our friendship," Ella pouted.

"You absolutely are-" Saskia jerked her head towards the front. "Watch the road."

“... We’re not driving,” Clementine said. “I need a second, or else I’ll drive us all off a cliff!”

"Oh yeah." Saskia turned back to look at Ella. "Be quieter."

"Yesss boss," Ella agreed, eventually, looking at Clementine sheepishly. "Sorry."

“Thank you…” Clementine hit the gas pedal before she added, “We’re almost there anyway.”

The rest of the car ride was quiet and smooth, and Lisa had to hold the urge to chatter anyway because it seemed a little bit awkward. Finally, it stopped, and Lisa’s head whipped around to the side. She eyed a modest, one-story home. Clementine shut the car off and grumbled something under her breath before she threw a hand up in that direction.

“... Welcome to our humble abode,” Clementine said as she opened the door. “Can you three help Vanessa in?”

”I can try!” Lisa snorted, ”You gotta remember she’s over six feet tall, and I’m tiny!”

Clementine rolled her eyes.

“... Noted,”

"Don't worry, I've got this!" Ella said, hooking her arm around Vanessa and awkwardly trying to drag her out. The height difference wasn't as bad but it still wasn't really working.

"Why don't we take her legs," Saskia suggested, looking at Lisa.

”... I’m not trying that!” Lisa awkwardly laughed, then waved her arms in front of her. ”You see these noodle arms?!” Then laughed again.

“... I can stand just fine,” Vanessa rolled her eyes as she raised a hand to her head. She stood up to her feet, stumbling over before she braced herself on Ella. “Just help me walk, and make sure I don’t bash my brains in on the front stairs…”

”Lemme get the gate!” Lisa hurried to the front entrance and opened it for Saskia and Ella.

"Alright, I got you!" Ella properly wrapped her arm around Vanessa to support her. Saskia walked in front of them, half twisted around as if ready to catch her if she fell.

Clementine led the group to the front door and quickly dug into her pockets until she pulled out her keys. She stuck them in, opened them, and stepped inside—pivoting on her heel as she turned around to face the group. She held the door open and gave everyone a great view of their living room. She then pointed at the sofa and ordered,

“Lay her down on the sofa.”

"Alright!" Ella supported Vanessa over to the sofa, helping her down onto it, before looking around the room with wide eyes. "Whoa, this is massive!"

"Being a fed pays, huh," Saskia said, sitting down on the sofa themself. They were still a bit paler than normal, raising a hand to massage their forehead. "This is way better than the motel room… bet there's more than two beds."

"But why would we need more than one bed?!” Ella exclaimed.

“Hehe…” Clementine rubbed the back of her neck. “There’s only two beds in here. We don’t get a lot of guests.”

"Oh that’s okay, we’ll share!” Ella said cheerfully. "Me and Lisa like sharing and Saskia promised to be the middle spoon tonight anyway.”

"Less promised, more bullied into it so you can’t say I ‘have no game’," Saskia rolled their eyes.

”Hey now!” Lisa shouted, ”Who says we all can’t cuddle?!” she robotically turned her head towards Clementine.

“.,, I’ll sleep on the couch tonight,” Clementine replied.

"Awwww you could’ve been the biggest spoon, Clem,” Ella pouted. "Now I’ll never know what it’s like to be a littler spoon…”

“I have enough towels and toiletries here for everyone,” Clementine said. “Just uhhh… no clothes that’d fit you three.”

"I’m sure we can make do with at least a change of shirt, even if it’s too big," Saskia shrugged.

"Oh yeah, I’m comfy to just wear that, as long as it covers my ass!” Ella nodded.

”I mean I wouldn’t mind if it didn’t…” Lisa mused.

Saskia face palmed. "I meant keeping on your own pants, idiot."

“I mean I don’t think you three want to walk around in dirty clothes all night!” Clementine laughed.

"It’s not that bad…" Saskia trailed off, looking down at their own clothes. They were stained with blood and covered in dust. "You’re right. Anything else is fine, as long as Ella’s ass is covered."

”Oh, stop acting like you wouldn’t like it as much as I[ would,” Lisa laughed.

"Shhhh," Saskia hissed, glaring at Lisa as if she’d just spilled the biggest totally not obvious secret. "Don’t out me like this."

"Huh?” Ella tilted her head, clearly not getting it. She then turned to Clementine. "Well, since that’s decided, we should all take showers and get changed, right, girls? Then we can discuss what happened!”

”Yeah!” Lisa shouted, thrusting a fist into the air.

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After a good amount of time, the three finally took showers. Thankfully, the Washingtons had two different showers, so they wouldn’t have to wait forever just to shower. Afterward, Clementine provided the three girls random tee shirts… which looked comically large on Lisa and Saskia. Lisa herself hopped on the sofa with the other two, and Clementine walked out and sat down some distance away from them.

“I…” Clementine said, “Okay, okay. You three are still as annoying as I remembered, but… it feels surreal having you back after so long. I kind of missed it, not gonna lie…”

"Aww, we missed you too!” Ella grinned. "Though for us it… hasn’t really been that long.”

"It’s nice to be back," Saskia sighed. They sat with their legs tucked under them, completely covered by the t-shirt, which only made it look more comical. "”... wait, how have I been annoying?"

“By association,” Clementine then sighed. “But it’s been ten years, Ella. Ten long years. I’m not going to sit here and act like we were tight, but Jesus...”

”... Did you beat the Stygian Skake?” Lisa asked. ”Is the Coven still around?”

“Yes, we did… and no its not,” Clementine shook her head and looked at the ground; she then shrugged. “There is a reason why I called it the old Coven… Well, I mean, here’s what practically happened…”

She put her hands together and explained, “No one in the Coven really liked each other. Sure, there were always cliques like… you three and Kari, the smart kids, et cetera. But at the end of the day, most of the Old Coven were fighting for one united cause and only looked past each other’s… quirks for the greater good.”

She shrugged, putting her hands back into her lap, “Once the Stygian Snake was gone, and St. Portwell turned into a shit show… well, a band of teenaged brats with magic acted like… a band of teenaged brats with magic.”

She looked at Lisa and said, “There was bickering like crazy, and lots of fucked up shit that people were doing in the dark came to light. It was chaotic, and Ashley, Daisy, and Auri barely did anything except play favorites. People were getting voted out left and right; if they weren’t kicked out, they left. ‘Nessa and I tried to pull through, but the Coven got too toxic for us in the end, and we left.”

She shook her head one last time, “Sometimes I wonder if you three were there, things would have been different…”

"Ella and Lisa always had a way of bringing people together, somehow," Saskia said softly, glancing at them both. There was a hint of… sorrow in her expression, minute but just visible. "Everything has to end."

"What kind of ‘fucked up shit’ came to light?” Ella asked, surprisingly honing in on that where Saskia didn’t. "Was it Greyson? I always found him a bit weird.”

“Well, at the end of the day, Greyson just... stole shit and was an asshole,” Clementine shrugged. “One of the two big things that happened was that Britney… she was cursing people and adjoining them to Apparitions to rope them into the Old Coven.”

”Wait! Really?!” Lisa tilted her head at the revelation. ”Like how? Why? She was always so nice…”

“Beats me,” Clementine shrugged before she leaned back in her chair. “It was sooooooooo fucked up though… I couldn’t see Britney the same.”

"No way, I liked Britney!" Ella gasped, shaking her head.

Saskia frowned. "There were… a lot of people she saved that ended up adjoined. Like Luca. Remember him? Lisa dangled him from a spider once."

“... And how could I forget that?” Clementine laughed. “Nessa and I joked about how fuckin’ nuts that was. Like… ‘Oh no, Scott Reese is after us, let me just dangle this m-f from a flying spider’... Okay, I’m getting off subject here,” She laughed before that smile turned utterly straight.

“... Britney adjoined him,” Clementine answered. “And to my knowledge, he still has it, but I don’t know. It’s been ten years, maybe he got it fixed.”

"Seriously? That thing was ruining his life," Saskia grimaced.

”I mean… she was such a nice person…” Lisa was at a loss for words.

“That’s how people like Britney be,” Clementine began, “They act nice to hide how they really are. To make you think ‘Naw, she would never do something like that’.” She shook her head.

“Fuckin’ monster,” She hissed, “It’s part of the reason why me and ‘Nessa do this: to stop people like Britney and to help victims like Luca.”

"Do this as in… the magical feds?" Saskia asked, raising an eyebrow. "Clearly there's people like Britney in your ranks."

"Yeah! That Stauber guys a real piece of work!" Ella shouted.

“Look, we know,” Clementine said, “But there’s a process here. Like I said before, we’d need proof to do anything about it. But, if it were up to me, he would…” She then finger-quoted, “...‘fall out of a window’ and it’d be over and done with, but sadly it don’t work like that.”

"We can push him out a window for you!" Ella said cheerfully.

Saskia nodded before asking ominously, "Do you have any paper and a pen?"

“Yes…” Clementine said as she reached into a nearby drawer and handed Saskia a tiny notepad with a pen. “... Please tell me you’re not going to draw anything crazy.”

"Of course not," Saskia said, beginning to sketch a vague human shape.

"I hope you're drawing us this time!" Ella said, leaning over to watch for a moment. "She'll be a while… What was the other big thing?"

Clementine sighed.

“.... Remember Alizée? I mean, you probably do…” She shrugged.

”It’s only been like a week since we’ve seen them from our perspective,” Lisa shrugged. ”She was that creepy gal with the creepy Apparition, right?”

“Right,“ Clementine flatly answered with a shrug. “Well, he was making her go around and bleed innocents dry,”

”Like a… like a Vampire?” Lisa said.

“Well, he apparent- yeah, like a vampire,” Clementine began. “Except without blood.”

”I mean… I always thought she was weird,” Lisa awkwardly laughed.

“I would say the pot calling the kettle black,” Clementine said, “But, she was a whole different kind of fucked up. That Apparition… Despite the Coven shitting on her, they never did anything to help her or stop her. So, she’s probably still out there hurting people. As. We. Speak.”

"Seriously? Nobody actually stopped her?" Ella shook her head, grabbing her Channeler and holding it against her chest. "Maybe when we're done here we can go sort her out!"

”Yeah!” Lisa shouted, throwing a fist in the air.

“That’s to my knowledge,” Clementine answered. “I haven’t been to St. Portwell in a long time, nor have I really kept in contact with the Old Coven. So maybe someone with sense took care of her. Maybe she’s still out there. Who knows.” She shrugged.

"Well we'll be going to St Portwell when everything's done! We can make sure everything's good. Right?" Ella looked at Saskia and Lisa.

"Right," Saskia nodded. "We can't leave just now, but when we can…"

”Where else would we go!?” Lisa laughed. ”We clearly need to get back there. They’re obviously lost without us….”

“That’s what I been meaning to ask about…” Clementine trailed off, “... You said the Hound brought you three back for a mission or two?” She tilted her head.

”Yes, two missions, but our first mission is defeating a fella’ named Morningstar,” Lisa answered.

“I have no clue who that is,” Clementine said. “But, that’s… weird…”

”What’s weird about it?” Lisa answered. ”You don’t want us to come back?!”

“No, I’m not saying that…” Clementine began, before she narrowed her eyes, “I’m just saying the timing of it all. You three return ten years later when shit’s brewing. There has to be something else going on here.”

"Well the hound said someone asked for a favour, so maybe that person knew we were needed?" Ella tilted her head. "Clearly things haven't been going well without us around… I bet if everyone gets together to solve these, uh, murders, they'll just fight again!"

“Again, it’s just a weird ass hunch,” Clementine shrugged, “But, I doubt the Coven’s ever going to reform. You weren’t there to see how badly shit was going after the Snake was defeated. We must have really hated each other, but we lost the one thing that was letting us push it aside.”

She shook her head, “If it reforms, I’ll eat my shoe.”

”It was that bad?” Lisa asked.

“It was that bad.”

"Doesn't surprise me," Saskia said, without looking up from their drawing.

"But you were always negative!" Ella rolled her eyes. "Just you wait well get back, reform the coven and then you'll have to eat your shoe!"

“You can try,” Clementine said, “But, you have to understand the Coven fell apart for a reason.”

"... Well, I'm sure we can find something else to unite everyone again," Ella said.

"Like murder," Saskia intoned.

"Yes like murder- wait no! That makes it sound like we're going to start murdering!"

”I mean, that wouldn’t be a bad thing now would it?” Lisa said.

"It wouldn't," Saskia nodded.

Clementine facepalmed.

"Oh!" Ella suddenly jerked forward, as if she just remembered something. "Why were you going after that stripper? What was her name… some gem… oh, Sapphire! What did she do?"

”... Neon,” Lisa corrected. ”Sapphire was the other ass-shaker.”

“Neon…? You mean Guadalupe Sanchez?” Clementine asked, raising an eyebrow. “We suspect that she’s a member of The Society - in addition to being a drug peddler - so we figured we’d bring her in for questioning.”

”By who? I mean, who confirmed her as a member?” Lisa asked.

“Agent Stauber…” Clementine trailed off. “We got proof and everything.”

”I mean, Stauber is clearly a dirty agent - you said so yourself! How do we know he’s telling the truth?” Lisa asked, tilting her head. ”He actually works for The Society. He uses PRA resources to take out their targets.”

“I mean, we have a warrant out for her arrest,” Clementine noted, “What do you suggest we do?”

"Undo the warrant!" Ella exclaimed. "Or I dunno, give her witness protection! Whatever you police do!"

"Your information is clearly shit," Saskia pointed out, not holding back. "You don’t even know who Morningstar is. He’s the Society overlord. Stauber would definitely know who he is.“

"He would- oh, maybe we can find her and protect her!" Ella suggested.

”All you have to do is put that big butt in the way and she’s untouchable!” Lisa shouted, raising a fist in the air.

“I mean I can’t just undo a warrant with what we actually have on her,” Clementine shook her head. “But, look, I’ll make an offer: if you three can prove her innocence, we’ll gladly drop the warrants.”

”... How do we do that?” Lisa shrugged.

“I’m sure you can find a way,” Clementine said.

"Why does everyone throw us into situations with no help!" Ella wailed.

”Because we are the help!” Lisa bubbly said, ”Everyone we meet knows how capable we are… We killed Mala’Boolaan after all.”

"Don’t worry," Saskia chuckled, a soft, evil sound. "It’ll be easy. I know a way."

”Does it involve spiders? Can it involve spiders?” Lisa asked.

Clementine facepalmed. “How about we talk about it in the morning? You three clearly need some sleep. A lot of it.”

”... I mean we were asleep for ten years!” Lisa laughed.

”Yeah, we’ve slept too long!" Ella punched the air.

Clementine sighed.

“... It’s so good to have you back.”

"If anything I feel invigorated." Saskia nodded, looking at Lisa. "Now, my plan. Don’t worry, it involves spiders. So…"

Saskia held up the drawing she’d been working on. It was rough, depicting a man… bound in a chair, seemingly. It would be difficult to tell who it was if she hadn’t drawn an arrow pointing to him with ‘STAUBER’ written in block capitals. Beside him were three girls… Again, rough sketches, but other things pointed to who they were. Lisa was vomiting spiders on him, Saskia was torturing him with a blood tentacle and Ella was watching with a thumbs up. Saskia had made sure to draw bones sticking into his torso, acid wounds and spiders all over him.

"We capture Stauber and torture him for information."

Clementine’s jaw dropped.

”Yeah, she’s an amazing artist, isn’t she?!” Lisa shouted, putting both of her thumbs up.

“Okay, bed. Right now. All three of you!” Clementine got up and grabbed Lisa by the shoulders and pushed her towards her bedroom. “Don’t do anything weird in my bed please. Also no spiders!”

”... Awww.” Lisa groaned.

Saskia and Ella begrudgingly followed. But, Saskia made sure to say, as she placed the picture on the coffee table, "You can have it, Clementine. A gift."

“I’m goo- okay sure!” Clementine smiled as she pushed them into her bed room. A regular bedroom with plenty of candles that were not lit yet. Lisa shrugged as she looked at Saskia and Ella.

”Remember the cuddle order gals,” Lisa began, then pointed at Saskia. ”You spoon me - ^{No tiddy grabbing tho’}.”

Then she pointed at Ella, ”Then you spoon her. Deal?”

"Fine," Saskia sighed. "But make sure I can breath."

”Got it!" Ella grinned. ”I’m gonna sleep so well tonight, I just know it!"

”Me too!” Lisa then loudly yawned. ”Let’s hit the hay, girls… I’m beat.”

She climbed on the bed, laying on her side. Saskia stared at the bed for the moment, only getting on when Ella shoved her. She slotted in behind Lisa, wriggling up so she could breathe, before loosely hugging her. Ella cheerfully jumped on behind them both - arms long enough she could pretty much hug them both!

”... Night girls!” Lisa shouted.

"... night."

”Sweet dreams!" Ella shouted back. ”... and no morning spiders!"

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Anya redo 3.0 except I changed her fourth lux type with permission

@Punished GN Most of the new stuff is under the living dream with a few other adjustments. I think the current weaknesses can / should stay since they're mostly for dream weaving, and you can give me some more for the new summoning stuff?

Anya gets unwhited

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"How naive to think you’re safe from your dreams."

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Pink, Purple, Orange & Gold Lux Channeler: a silver fountain pen

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Anya’s main speciality comes with the ability to manipulate dreams. She sees dreams as a way into someone’s soul - to find out information they wouldn’t otherwise divulge, to manipulate their opinions and to ultimately control them. It took her a while to come to this conclusion, and discover her affinity.

Dream Weaving ⫻ Anya's main spell discipline, Dream Weaving is the art of entering and manipulating dreams. It's a unique combination of Anya's purple and pink lux, allowing her to physically enter dreams. She essentially teleports into the dream. The target must be asleep and dreaming for her to enter their dream world.

Dream Visit ⫻ The primary spell to Anya's Dream Weaving discipline, allowing Anya to enter a specific person's dream. This hinges on two conditions. First, the person must be asleep and dreaming. Second, she must have met them before. Once these conditions are met she can enter someone's dream. This takes both time and concentration, and she then teleports into their dream world - her physical body is in there, so her body isn't left behind. Entering a specific dream takes a lot of energy, so she can generally only visit two before she need to rest (either a minimum four hour sleep, or ten hours outside of the dream world). She can exit the dream at will, either to her previous physical location (where she entered the dream) or to another dream.

Dream Walking ⫻ A more dangerous variety of Dream Entry, where Anya can walk through the dreams of anyone. It’s much like walking down a dark path - she doesn’t know where she’ll end up, and can only pick a direction. She can move from dream to dream like this, not being limited in the number she goes to as it doesn't take as much energy as entering a specific dream, but it's risky. It's much easier for her to get trapped doing this or to walk into a dangerous dream and get hurt. She can exit this in the same way she does dream entry.

Dream Manipulation ⫻ Anya's primary and strongest spell, this allows her to change the dream she's currently in. It's possible for her to change any element of the dream. She can shift the dream to an entirely new location, or bring in a specific "person" (a dream version). She can manipulate the narrative of the dream, change the events going on. Each change takes time, and the amount of time is dependent on how large the change is. She can only change one aspect at a time - she can't change the environment while also removing the presence of something. She needs to layer them change by change, with each one taking energy and time. It's easier to manipulate a dream to something similar to what it already is. However, she's very adept at this spell and it's one of her best. She's been working on it for ten years to get faster and more efficient at manipulating it, to the point she can fully change a dream during the hours she's in it.

Dream Interaction ⫻ A passive spell that comes by virtue of Anya physically being within a dream, rather than accessing it with just pink lux. Anya can physically interact with the dream and the dreamer, just as it can interact back with her. This means she can move things in the dream, interact as if they were real ect. She can talk to and interact with the dreamer. But it also means that if anything in the dream hurts Anya, it's hurting her physical body. If she dies in the dream she's properly dead.

Dream Damage ⫻ A more advanced version of Dream Interaction, which allows Anya to interact with and damage the dreamers physical form through hurting them in her dreams. Any wound she inflicts on the dreamer will appear on their body. With active concentration, this will be damage caused by her or anything she holds. With more concentration and energy she can allow the dream itself to interact and damage the dreamer. In the case of the blind, it would be possible for the dream to kill them. She has never tried this before.

Subliminal Messaging ⫻ Based on pink lux knowledge Greyson Devola passed on to her, this is essentially Anya's version of dream 'More Than a Feeling.' This is unaffected by emotional fields, as she's already essentially infiltrated. This works by leaving subtle suggestions via the dreams, directly influencing the dreamer to wake up feeling inclined to follow the suggestion. These are typically simple messages, pushing people to return to her shop and purchase more of her wares. Or for them to wake up feeling content. Given enough time, she can paint much more intricate subliminal messages through the dream imagery in combination with her dream manipulation. This is quite energy and time consuming, compared to more simple suggestions. This is heavily based on the dreams themselves, and how likely the target is to follow through on a suggestion - as dreams often reflect their moods, and anything to jarringly different won't be followed.

Dream Exit ⫻ A spell that Anya is currently working on, but hasn't made any progress on. The aim is for it to allow her to exit the dream at the location of the dreamer, rather than from where she entered which is the 'default'. She wants to be able to choose which of the two to exit from. So far her attempts have been unsuccessful.

Dream Companion ⫻ Another spell Anya is working on, which would allow her to bring another person or physical object into a dream with her. Right now she is practicing with objects. She's been able to bring up to something as big as a tennis ball, but nothing larger. She tried a teddy bear recently, and the results weren't pretty.

Dream Boost ⫻ The third spell of her dream weaving Anya is working on, born from her own selfishness. She wants to be able to boost her own abstraction using the dream itself. This would essentially allow her to drain part of the dream to strengthen herself, thus allowing her to be more powerful within the dream itself and be able to manipulate it better. She is yet to succeed at any attempts of this spell.

Dream Inducement ⫻ This spell that Anya can use in the waking world to induce dreams in someone, rather than waiting for it to happen naturally. Anya either has to touch the person to induce dreams, or have something “anchoring her to them”. Specifically, they must have an object with a specific dreamer locator spell on it. When Anya induces a dream she can choose the general type of the dream - whether it's a good dream, or a nightmare. She can’t choose anything beyond that, it's otherwise the same as a normal, natural dream.

Dream Devices ⫻ Anya's second discipline, focusing primarily on using her orange lux to infuse objects with the aid of her other lux to enhance her dream weaving use, along with objects to manipulate dreams in her place.

Dream Inducer ⫻ A spell to infuse a small object with a dream inducer spell. This induces dreams in someone when they're asleep but not dreaming. This object needs to be close to them, at least within a metre. For example, put on a bedside table. Its useless if its too far away. This infusion lasts for approximately a week.

Nightmare Ward ⫻ Anya infuses a small object with a weak nightmare ward spell. If kept close enough this will reduce the number of nightmares someone has. Like the dream locator, it must be placed within a metre of the user. It only reduces nightmares. It doesn't keep away other bad dreams, such as stress dreams, nor does it guarantee good dreams.

Nightmare Inducer ⫻ The opposite of Nightmare Ward, Anya infuses a small object with a spell that increases the number of nightmares someone has. It has a slightly larger range, just having to be in the same room as someone (unless it's a really big room).

Dream Encapsulation ⫻ The main spell that Anya is working on, which would allow her to store a specific dream within an object. It is essentially her dream manipulation spell infused into an object, with specific dream "settings" chosen upon infusion. At the moment, she can infuse a tiny dream influence into an object - something like a plant appearing. The aim is for her to have three different types of Dream Encapsulation infusions, as follows:

Generic Dreams ⫻ The simplest type, which she is currently working towards. This would allow her to create objects with a basic dream stored in them. This object would then influence the dreams of a nearby dreamer, like Anya would within their dreams, to turn it into the stored dream. This would be generic scenarios without any person specifics - such as a nice picnic in a field, going to a beach, or a space adventure.

Specialised Dreams ⫻ A more complicated type, this infusion would include more complicated and tailor made dreams. This would include elements that only a specific person could have in their dream - people they know, for example. It could also be an incredibly specific scenario: for example, going on a date with a specific person at their favourite restaurant, with the music from a specific band playing. She hasn't made any progress on this part.

Variable Dreams ⫻ The most complicated type, combining white lux with the dream manipulation infusion. This would allow her to infuse a stone with a variable dream manipulation spell, with pink lux reading the users mind to tell what they want to dream about and then manipulating their dreams to follow their wishes that night. This is her ultimate aim, so that she no longer has to manipulate every dream herself. Currently she's very far away from making it happen.

Dual-Teleporter ⫻: Another spell Anya has been working on, but has no success with. It's technically unrelated to dreams but will allow her to return to a specific location after using dream exit to step out at a dreamer's location. The aim is to infuse two objects, with one acting as a location and the other an entry point. She would then use the entry point, on her person, to teleport to the location object. This would allow her to use basic teleportation where she otherwise can't. So far, she's been unsuccessful with it.

A Living Dream ⫻ Anya's third and final discipline, she has primarily focused her efforts on developing this over the last ten years. It taps into the gold lux she was unable to use during the battle against the Stygian Snake, much to her frustration. Her first success with a summoning spell was eight years ago. This discipline allows Anya to create creatures from her own dreams, nightmares she visited or a target's dream in the waking world.

Dream Creation Control ⫻ A key spell to Anya's living dreams, using her gold lux with a small amount of pink lux to allow Anya to fully control and manipulate her creations. She can give them commands telepathically, and they will follow them to the best of their ability. She can give any kind of command, but the creation won't neccesarily be able to follow them.

"Your Worst Nightmare Brought To Life" ⫻ Anya's primary summoning spell, she can create a creature from or based off one of the last two nightmares she visited. It's easiest to directly create something that was in the nightmare, such as creating a werewolf that she saw in the last nightmare she visited. She can form more abstract nightmares into a living nightmare - such as a nightmare about fire, allowing her to create some kind of monster made of fire. This takes more effort and concentration compared to directly creating what already existed. Anya can only summon one living nightmare, but is relatively unlimited by size. The larger it is the more difficult the spell is to cast and the longer it will take. A small to medium sized living nightmare would take a minute, and larger could take up to five. These living nightmares are completely solid, able to interact with the real world and fight like a creature of that type would. However they're also limited by the real world and have no emotional fields. Technically Anya could manipulate nightmares to include creatures she wanted to summon, but nightmares are incredibly dangerous environments for her and the risk would generally be too high.

"My Dreams Are Reality" ⫻ Anya's secondary summoning spell, which is both more potent and limited. It allows her to create something from her last dream. Now, Anya can easily manipulate her own dreams (within reason) just as she would anyone else's. She can manipulate her dreams to include a dream creature that she know's she'll need, and then summoning it when awake. However she can only summon from her own dream for up to two hours after waking up. This severely limits her, to the point that she can rarely use the spell efficiently. She can summon one large creature from her dreams, or multiple smaller ones - which is often her main use to help her tidy up her shop in the morning. Otherwise, it works like her living nightmare spell.

"Show Me Your Dreams" ⫻ A spell that Anya is still working on, this allows her to create a living dream directly from a target's last dream. This uses her pink lux to read the target's last dream from their mind, and then create something based off of that. She has to be able to see whoever she's targetting however emotional fields don't block it, as she's barely intruding. At the moment she can only use this to create a small minion, and she can't choose what it will be - it's completely random based off the dream.

Family Taught Spells

From the time of her kindling event at age ten, until she went through her rebellious phase at sixteen and subsequently joined the coven, Anya primarily learned spells from her older siblings and parents - struggling to create her own. She has lower affinity for most of these spells, and basically doesn’t use them anymore due to them being weaker and having more limits.

Illusion Creation ⫻ A spell that would allow the caster to create a full illusion, Anya can only create a tiny and very subtle illusion. For example, the sound of something falling, or the illusion of a fly. She learned this from Nisha.

Portal Creation ⫻ Learnt from her mum, Anya can created a portal to somewhere else. To where, you ask? Well, Anya doesn’t know until she steps through the portal.

Telekinesis ⫻ Learnt from Kiran, Anya has a very rudimentary telekinesis spell. She can use telekinesis on an object up to 20g of weight.

Sharpen Object ⫻ A very basic version of a spell her dad could use, Anya can make an object sharper. The object has to already be sharp, though, or it doesn’t do much.

LIMITS ⫻

Dream Weaving ⫻ There are some general limits to Anya's dream weaving spells. She can only be in any dreams that aren't her own for five hours, and one specific dream for up to three hours. To enter a dream, the target must be asleep and dreaming. If they wake up she's forcefully teleported out. Since Anya is physically in a dream, she can be hurt by it. She could be hurt enough to get killed. While Emotional-Field’s generally don’t affect her spells (being non offensive in nature), Paranormals can sense something’s off with their dream. It's possible for them to even notice her presence, realise she’s not part of the dream or actively seek her out in their dream.

Dream Visit ⫻ Anya needs to have met whoever's dream she's entering. She can only enter two in a night before she needs four hours minimum of sleep, or ten hours outside of dreams.

Dream Walking ⫻ Anya can enter about ten dreams during dream walking, before she needs four hours minimum of sleep, or ten hours outside of dreams. Anya can't choose where she's going, only the direction she's walking in. The dreams she walks into are completely random, and she could walk into a dangerous situation.

Dream Manipulation ⫻ Dream manipulation takes time and energy. The bigger a change, the longer it will take. Adding in a new element will take seconds for something small, to minutes for something large. Bringing in a dream person could take up to ten minutes. Changing the entire dream, such as a peaceful dream to a warzone, would take an hour or two in total for all the elements to be changed. There's a risk of "overloading" the dream if she adds too many conflicting elements, which could rebound and hurt her. The dream doesn't pause during the manipulation. Changes also take energy, and the larger changes she makes the more likely she is to exhaust herself and have to leave a dream early.

Dream Interaction ⫻ Anya is physically limited by how she can interact with a dream. She can't interact with something that's outside of her reach. She can't do anything she couldn't do in the real world if she's not using her dream manipulation spell.

Dream Damage ⫻ Using this spell is incredibly taxing on Anya. Hurting someone through a dream is difficult, and will exhaust her enough that she'll likely have to leave the dream immediately afterwards. It requires complete concentration. Emotional-fields protect against it, she can't just kill someone with them in their dream.

Subliminal Messaging ⫻ Anya can only leave one subliminal message, and it can't be anything too complicated. If the suggestion conflicts with what the person would normally do or their personality, it's likely it won't be followed through. Something jarringly different from the rest of the dream will also be ignored. These suggestions or emotion changes need to be done through dream imagery, which can be time consuming for anything more complicated.

Dream Companion ⫻ Currently, Anya can't bring anything bigger than a tennis ball and she hasn't tried it with anything sentient. It's more exhausting to bring something into a dream with her.

Dream Boost ⫻ The boost will directly correlate to the amount Anya drains from a dream, and eventually she will run out of elements to take. It takes time to draw the energy from them. At the moment, she can't use this spell.

Dream Devices ⫻ Anya can currently infuse about five a day of her first three dream objects. The rest she can't properly do yet, but will be slower when she can.

Dream Inducer ⫻ This infusion last approximately a week. The object needs to be within a metre of the person for it to work.

Nightmare Ward & Nightmare Inducer ⫻ The object needs to be kept within two metres to be effective. The infusion only lasts for two weeks. It only increases or decreases nightmares, it doesn't guarantee a major change in dreams.

Dream Encapsulation ⫻ Anya currently can't really use this spell, and it takes a lot of energy to use. She can only infuse an object so that it makes very minor, near neglible, manipulations to dreams. It needs to be within a metre to be effective.

Dream Exit ⫻ Currently can't use this spell.

A Living Dream ⫻ There are a few general limits to her living dreams. She can only have only have a living dream summon from one dream - so if she creates from her own dream and then wants to do something from a nightmare, she must dispell the one from her dream. Her creations only last for up to thirty minutes, but anything past fifteen starts to physically drain her to the point she could pass out. The larger her living dream the more energy she will have to use to create it, and control it. She has to be able to see her creation to be able to control it. Her creations don't have emotional fields, making them weak to magical attacks. They can be killed / destroyed just like a human could, though they might be stronger or more durable depending on what they are.

"Your Worst Nightmare Brought To Life" ⫻ Anya can only create one living nightmare. A small one, about half her size, would take a minute to create. One of her size a couple of minutes, and anything larger up to five. While these living nightmares generally recognise their creator and won't hurt her even if she isn't controlling them, that isn't guaranteed. The larger, the more unstable. Abstract nightmares made into creatures double the time taken and use more energy, compared to a direct creation.

"My Dreams Are Reality" ⫻ This can only be used within two hours of her dream, making it severely limited. She can create multiple small, identical creatures, or one larger one. She can only use this once, before she needs to sleep and dream again. It takes about two minutes to cast.

"Show Me Your Dreams" ⫻ This spell is quite limited at the moment. She can only create a small minion based on the dream she read, and doesn't choose what it is from the dream - instead it's relatively random. She has to see the person she's reading a dream of. It's quite a risky spell as she doesn't really know what she'll get until it exists.

Family Taught Spells

Anya is pretty shit at most of these spells to the point they are practically useless.

Illusion Creation ⫻ She can only create really small illusions, three times a day, which last for up to five minutes.

Portal Creation ⫻ Anya can’t choose the location of the exit portal. It’s two ways, but only lasts for five minutes. She can only do it once a day.

Telekinesis ⫻ Anya can only levitate an object of up to 20g of weight. It's blocked by emotional fields, but she couldn’t use it on any person anyway.

Sharpen Object ⫻ A non sharp object won’t be affected by this spell. It can only make objects such as knives cut a bit better. Emotional fields completely block it, so she can’t sharpen a table knife and then kill a paranormal with it.

WEAKNESSES ⫻

Attempting to exert excessive control or make too many changes within a dream could destabilize the dream environment. Anya's manipulation may introduce conflicting elements or disrupt the natural flow of the dream, leading to instability within the dream realm and possibly collapse - ending the dream then and there and forcing her back to the real world. Anya's attempts to manipulate dreams may provoke resistance or backlash from the dreamer's subconscious. If the dreamer's subconscious rejects Anya's alterations or perceives her presence as a threat, hostile anomalies within the dream could manifest and force her out of it. Overloading the dream environment with excessive changes or manipulations can lead to unintended consequences or unforeseen outcomes. Anya's alterations may also create unexpected scenarios that escalate out of control, leading to the collapse of a dream. The more Anya interacts with nightmares, the greater the risk of succumbing to their malevolent influences. Prolonged exposure to nightmares can corrupt her thoughts, emotions, and perceptions, blurring the line between reality and illusion. She may struggle to distinguish between dreams and waking life, experiencing hallucinations or delusions that threaten her grasp of reality. If Anya is injured in a dream, the injuries transfer to the real world, and if she is killed in someone's dreams, then she dies in real life.

Also, there is a chance that Anya may randomly enter the Dreams of the dreaded Trevor Obott. The more dreams Anya enters a night, the more likely she'll accidentally enter his dreams. Even if Shimmer's Trevor is dead, due to magic bullshit I won't explain; she'll just enter the dreams of an alternate Trevor. And every one of them is just as terrible as Shimmer's Trevor.

@FernStone

Summoning creatures from dreams can be mentally taxing, especially if Anya attempts to summon complex or large entities. After prolonged use, she may experience mental fatigue, headaches, or even lose control over her creations. In addition, Living Nightmares drains Anya's stamina and energy reserves rapidly. Extended use of this spell can leave her exhausted and vulnerable to subsequent threats. Maintaining telepathic control over her creations requires intense concentration and cognitive focus. Anya's control may falter if she becomes overwhelmed, potentially leading to her creations acting unpredictably. They may behave erratically or even turn against Anya if they perceive her as a threat, posing a danger to friends and foes alike.

Just copy/paste this into her sheet lol

Paragraphs: Agents of Death [FernStone & Punished Ghost Note]

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Afro Samurai - When The Smoke Clears<br>

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With all three blades in hand, the creature with the blades lept through the air, bringing them all down, blade first on Saskia and Clementine. However, the latter raised her hand and created a transparent glowing blue dome around them. The creature was stopped in its tracks, falling to the ground, as Clementine briefly dropped the shield and shouted.

“... Here’s your opening, kid!” She aimed her pistol at it.

"... Not a kid," Saskia muttered, moving forward and raising a leg. They stomped it down at the fallen creature, a short, sharp bone spear shooting out from their foot to impale it. Piercing through its stomach, it quickly sat up and used the momentum to stab at Saskia with all of its blades. However, another glowing barrier appeared, blocking all the attacks as it rose to its feet.

“I’m going to drop it again! Get out of the way!” Clementine said.

"Shit." Saskia gritted her teeth, snapping the bone spear where it met her foot with another spell and jumping back. The blood blades on her arms unformed, flowing towards her back to form a tendril she used to push her further out of the way. The barrier disappeared, and the blades curled inwards… leaving it open for a moment. Saskia’s tendril shot forward, right towards its chest., piercing through it, causing it to drop its swords as it gripped the tendril. It charged forward, using its strength to close the distance and raised a sword in the air and brought it down towards Saskia. Unable to retract the tendril fast enough, she forced a short, thick bone spear out of the palm of her hand to block the sword. It began to chip, but was just able to hold up.

A blast from Clementine’s hand came out and sent the creature stumbling backward, causing the tendril to pop out… revealing its beating heart. However, its lungs were destroyed in the process… and it gasped for air as it grabbed its chest. Before it fell to the ground, holding its gaping wound in its hand.

Before it finally expired.

“... See?” The white creature said from above, poking his head through the hole. “No place in The Society.”

Clementine whipped around, aimed her pistol at the White Creature, and let off a round. It missed entirely and hit the ceiling.

“That was rude,” he laughed. “I can see how you felled Mala’Boolaan… but I have to kill you, or else my position in the Society might get questioned.”

"That would be a shame," Saskia said sarcastically, panting lighty. They cautiously angled their blood tendril to be in front of them, glancing around for Lisa and Ella… who were still running around the room. "Come on down then, we don’t have all day."

“Mind telling me where his friend’s at, then?” The White Creature said. "Or have you seen the Pale Lady?”

"Why would I know?" Saskia narrowed their eyes up at it. Dead, she hoped. She pointed to the hole in the wall Vanessa had been kicked through. "Probably down there if you’re needing a little mid-fight chat."

“Well, just stand there for me!” The White Creature shouted, then laughed.

“... I’m riiiiiiiiiiiiight here!” The Pale-Lady laughed as she brought everyone’s attention to one of the doors. She had that eerie smile on her face… well, what was left of it. Half of it was missing, revealing skull and bone and what little flesh she had left hanging off the side of her face. She still smiled, though.

Behind her was the creature with the massive arm… missing his other arm, and several dents in his chest. There were massive bruises across its chest and arm, and its knee was crooked… however, in its enormous arm, it held Vanessa by her torso as she was limp.

“‘Nessa!” Clementine shouted before raising her pistol.

Lisa had stopped chasing Ella and turned on her heel as her eyes shot wide open. Ella also ground to a halt, taking steps back to be next to Lisa, looking horrified.

"Shit," Saskia hissed under her breath.

“Ah, ah, ah!” The Pale Lady wagged her finger. “One muscle flex, and she’s dead!”

The Pale Lady asked. “If you want your sister to come out of this alive, turn your pistol on those three so we can finally get this over with!”

"I would never!" Clementine said.

The Pale Lady laughed as she put her hands together.

“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…” She rambled on and on.

Saskia slowly turned their head to look at Clementine, otherwise perfectly still, blood tendril hanging in stasis in front of their chest. They wouldn’t blame her if she shot them. They wouldn’t let her hurt Ella or Lisa, but… they wouldn’t blame her. But there had to be another way. They looked back over at the pale lady.

"Isn’t that a bit cowardly? You were told to kill us," Saskia said evenly, almost sounding bored. "Don’t think you can, so you need her to do your dirty work?"

”Yeah!” Ella yelled. That’s very cowardly!

“Who cares if it’s cowardly?” The Pale Lady laughed. “Morningstar wants you three dead. And as long as you’re dead, who cares?! I hope your people will remember you because the Society won’t!”

"Good, I wouldn’t want remembered by the Society," Saskia said, narrowing their eyes at the Pale Lady. Technically, to most people they were already dead and remembered… But that didn’t mean she wanted to die again.

”People will remember us- I bet no one will remember you!” Ella added.

“Everyone will remember Morningstar’s Society!” The Pale Lady laughed. “When we locate the All-Blade we’re going to change the world! All of them! Make the Society a society!” She laughed like a mad woman.

“You three are just a roadblock. A stepping stone!” She rambled.

”Shut up… shut up…” Lisa hissed under her breath as she tilted her head downwards, staring at the Pale Lady.

While this went on… Spiders… thousands, if not millions, appeared underneath the door and silently crawled up the walls behind The Pale Lady and The Long-Armed brute. They scrambled together and formed words, GET THE WHITE ONE.. Before they dispersed, only the keenest eye would notice a Hobo Spider crawling up the creature’s body… traveling up its nose, forcing its way in. It attempted to blow the spider out through its nose, but there was a pop before it started violently coughing, dropping Clementine as it fell to its knees. Coughing more and more… as eventually, a toxic and unhealthy mixture of acid and dissolved flesh came out of its nose. Its nostrils loudly sizzled as the acid did its job…. While it was distracted, more spiders began climbing its body and forcing themselves into his orifices.

”Now!” Lisa shouted.

Ella reached over and snatched her Channeler out of Lisa’s hand, raising it high as a beam of damaging rainbow light shot out of it and right toward one of the pale lady’s (sort of) eyes. At the same time, Saskia’s blood tendril shot forward towards the pale lady’s chest. However, she raised her hand and flipped a chunk of ground telekinetically. She laughed as both attacks were blocked… however, she looked at her cohort at the side. More spiders were being forced down its nose and its throat and exploding into acid bombs. It choked and thrashed on the ground as it coughed up more acid and dissolved insides.

“... Son of a bitch!” The Pale Lady shouted.

”Good job, Lisa!” Ella grinned, jumping forward. She cast Super Prism Kick, food kicking clean through the chunk of ground in front of the pale lady. Saskia followed close behind with a blood tendril shooting through.

That smile was erased from the Pale Lady’s face as Saskia impaled her through the stomach and fell backward. She had both hands on the tendril. However, she quickly shot them both up and sent a spray of rubble at the two. It wasn’t anything significant, but it went at high speeds. Saskia swore, forcefully cutting off the tip of the tendril so it turned into liquid blood in the Pale Lady's hand and retracting it. But she wouldn't be able to retract it fast enough to cover herself-

"Saskia!” Ella shouted, throwing herself in front of her friend and taking the full blow of the rubble spray. She winced, visibly barely standing.

"Ella, you-" Saskia grimaced, stepping around her quickly and shooting the now shorter tendril at the pale lady again, trying to impale her chest. She had to end this quickly.

At this point, the acid had dissolved the brutish creature’s throat… making its head fall over, barely attached by the little flesh that wasn’t dissolved. It hit the ground with a loud thud, which caused The Pale Lady’s head to dart in that direction, leaving her open to the combined attack of the two. The tendril shot through her chest, and she gasped as her blood spilled all over the floor. She fell backward, blood dripping down the corner of her mouth… before she went limp.

”... I don’t think anyone’s going to be remembering you now,” Lisa chuckled, as she raised a hand. ”High five!”

“Heal ‘Nessa!” Clementine ran over to her sister, sitting her up. She pressed two fingers into Vanessa’s artery on her neck.

Ella was mid run towards Lisa, hand raised to high five her, and paused. ”On it!”

She raised her channeller, a beam of healing rainbow washed over Vanessa, stabilising her near immediately and beginning to heal her wounds. Ella grimaced, growing visibly weaker as she did.

Saskia came up behind Ella quickly and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Lisa, the healing spiders, now!"

”... You thought you could get away now could you!” Lisa laughed like a maniac as she ran over to Ella and wrapped her little arms around her torso. The spiders quickly emerged from her pores, crawled down her arms, and promptly traveled to Ella. They quickly burrowed their way into Ella’s skin; moments later, she began regenerating as all the wounds she sustained during her fight with the creature with the blades were healed.

"Noooooo!" Ella screamed the whole time, squirming. Saskia chuckled behind her, keeping a tight grip on her shoulder so she couldn't escape.

“... Ah, it was exactly as Ignatius said,” The White Creature poked his head through the hole in the ceiling. “Unworthy of being in The Society. Thanks for getting rid of them for me, I guess.” He shrugged.

”And you’re next!” Lisa pointed a finger at him. ”You said you were going to kill us! What happened to that?!”

“Well…” The White Creature shrugged. “... I guess I’ll just accept my punishment from Ignatius. Goodbye… I’ll be back.”

The creature retreated into a hole and hopped into a rift that closed behind it.

“Okay…” Clementine sighed. “... That went better than I’d thought. But, they’ll be back.”

"And we'll just beat them again!" Ella said, once again full of energy. "We already beat their strongest, they were nothing."

”You got really badly hurt,” Saskia pointed out, rolling her eyes. She properly pulled back in the blood tendril, trying to ignore the wave of dizziness that came over her. She was still holding onto Ella's shoulders, thankfully, which stopped her from falling over.

"Because I was fighting without my wand," Ella whined. "Most of it was burns from that… right, Lisa?! You healed me so you saw, right?!"

”I-” Lisa raised a finger.

“Okay, it doesn’t matter right now,” Clementine cut in. “We need to get out of here. Now.”

”Do you think Staub-”

“We’ll worry about that later!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaah,” Vanessa moaned as she was roused awake. She grabbed her head and asked, “What… happened? My head…”

“Help her up,” Clementine said, “You two are staying at our house for the night.”

"Hell yeah, slumber party at Nessa and Clem's- can we watch Sailor Moon?!" Ella yelled excitedly.

”Not important, Ella,” Saskia sighed. She let go of Ella's shoulders and took a step towards Vanessa before wincing, head swimming slightly. ”You two are going to have to do that, I lost too much blood.”

"Don't worry, I've got her!" Ella bounced into action, jogging over and helping Vanessa up, supporting her relatively easily.

“Let’s go!” Clementine said, gesturing for them to follow. They followed, carrying Vanessa to their car and they left the PRA.

To the Washington household.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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The PRA.

Interactions: Sloane (@Atrophy), & Anya (@FernStone).

The Halloween Festival. The Beach Bar. Cracker Island.

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“Hey!”

Sloane

Meifeng raised an eyebrow as this girl tried her damnest to get her attention. She said nothing, but Meifeng stared at her as if she was just waiting for her to share what she had in mind. However, her face scrunched up, and she very wisely talked to someone on her level: Trevor.

“Please, join us. Oh. No. Anya. Our drinks. They’re empty. Oooh, yep, they’re both…they’re both empty. Anya, could you grab anot…another? Trevor will keep me company. W-won’t you?”

Sloane

"I would... but didn't you all say that someone is murdering ya'll!?" Trevor spoke in a thick southern accent with a shocked expression. "What if she walks off, and that psycho-stabbin' killer is there waiting for her?!"

He raised his hand as if he was holding an invisible knife. "He'll be like bow-bow! Then she'll be like, 'Aaaaaaah! I'm getting stabbed! If only I had a hunky and handsome hero to stop me from getting stabbed to dea-'" To accentuate his point, he made some thrusting motions with the "invisible knife"; however, he was interrupted.

"... Trevor," Cindy softly and sternly said. "She wants you to stay with her... So, stay with her."

"Aw..." Trevor hunched over. "Well, I guess I'll stick with you, even though my heart, soul -^{and other parts}- belong to your friend! I'm a superhero, y'know, and I could not live with myself if something happened to her."

Cindy's jaw dropped.

"I almost projectile vomited..." Samson shook his head.

”Oh, I feel so much safer already with you here to protect me. Why don't you go find some armour that can do the job?”

Anya

"I'm bulletproof," Trevor said as he jammed a thumb in his chest. "I don't need any armor!"

Leon laughed his ass off... for probably not the reason Anya and Sloane thought.

”Don't worry, Meifeng, I'll forget all about how you push us onto a junior- no, trainee, is it not?- agent when we were merely looking for help with a very murderous problem,”

Anya

"Trainee Agent... for the third time," Meifeng answered with a shrug. "And don't mention it."

”Well. Why don’t you join us too, and prove that you weren’t just trying to play the matchmaker? I’m not looking to discuss much business, but it’s only fair you get to know us after your immediate judgement of Sloane.”

Anya

"Can't you see that I'm an old lady?" Meifeng laughed, "When I sit down, I'm not getting back up! I have a bad back after all."

"... Oh, you know nothing about having a bad bac-" Cindy seethed.

"Ssh!" Meifeng put a finger to Cindy's lips. "I'm comfortable right here. Why don't you three come over here? It's more comfortable, and I get a seat by my best friend."

Rain began to hit the bar in torrential collums... soaking Meifeng and her costume. She shivered as she raised her hand into the air.

"... Good grief," She shook her head. "This is the second time the damn weather..."

"This sounds familiar, don't it?" Cindy raised an eyebrow.

"Yes... yes, it does..." Meifeng trailed off.

"Emily G. Reed was here," Cindy began. "Which means her girlfriend Vashti Nour isn't that far behind."

"Good grief, I'm trying to enjoy my time off here," Meifeng rolled her eyes. "Can't those two assholes just calm their tits for just one night...?"

"Guess not," Cindy said. "Let's take care of that real quick."

"Need a hand?" Maximilian said as he stood up.

"Yes, yes we do," Meifeng said before she looked at Sloane, Anya, and Trevor. "We have to step out for a moment... Play nice. Or don't. I'll look the other way if you decide to murder Trevor."

"Hey!" Trevor protested.

"... Pineapple margarita?" The bartender said, sliding the drink across the bar top. The two women looked at each other, then the drink. Before, Cindy smiled as she grabbed the drink with both hands and presented it to Anya.

"... Want a drink? On us?"

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George Nelson & Carol Doyle.

Interactions: Ayrin Thorne (@NoriWasHere).

Cracker Island. Halloween Festival. Right outside the fight.

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".... Well, well, well!"

A big and boisterous voice spoke as his heavy footsteps announced his arrival. The big and hulking George Nelson walked over to Ayrin with a wide grin and crossed his arms. "Look what we got here! A nosy-bitch!"

"... Yeah, motherfucker! Mind your business!" Carol Doyle slid from behind George, holding his red cape as she said. "You know what happens to motherfuckers that use phones around here?!"

George laughed as he stuck his hand out and said.

"This is what happens," He began, "Give me your phone."

"Also, you stay out of this, you tall bitch!" Carol shouted at Jordan. "You will be three feet shorter when I break your motherfucking knees, bitch!"

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Shayton.

Interactions: .

Cracker Island. Halloween Festival.

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"Hmph... annoying..."

Shayton rolled his eyes as he examined the damage on the sleeve of his suit jacket. Despite his best attempts, he ruined one of his favorite suits... and lost his cane. That "kid" would pay for this. He calmly walked through the Historic District streets before pulling out his cell phone and dialing someone.

LUIS.

It rang briefly as he placed it up against his ear.

"... Mr. Jakane!" Luis said.

"Shayton," He corrected.

"Potato-Patato," Luis laughed.

"Who says Patato...?" Shayton rolled his eyes.

"There has to be a reason why you're calling me, yes?" Luis said.

"It was that "kid" again," Shayton began. "He approached me at the Halloween Festival."

"Ah, the one that made Judas squeal?"

"Yes."

"... I'm going to send Natalie, Vulpes, and The High Priestess to the island," Luis said. "We're going to have some men on the other side of the ferry keeping an eye out for him."

He laughed.

"We're going to make sure we get to the bottom of this," Luis began. "Right, Shayton?"

"Right," Shayton said... before a sudden rainstorm overcame him and the island. In the distance, he saw raging storms, firey blasts, and other magic tricks. "... There's a fight going on here. I see fireblasts, and a storm came out of nowhere."

"Well, who's fighting?" Luis asked.

"It's in the distance," Shayton shook his head. "It has to be Vashti Nour... and if Vashti Nour is here, Emily G. Reed is likely here as well."

"Keep an eye on them," Luis said. "I know it's your day off..."

"Alright," Shayton shook his head as he walked into the eye of the storm, destroyed suit and all... Eventually, he came to the fight once he stepped through an alleyway. According to his suspicions, Vashti Nour and Emily G. Reed fought with three other combatants he had not seen before.

So, he sat on a bench some distance away with serene tranquility as rain drenched him from head to toe. He watched.

Paragraphs: Agents of Death [FernStone & Punished Ghost Note]

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“Don’t. Come. Any-”

Clementine said, aiming down the sights of the weapon.

“Yeah, yeah… closer,” The monster laughed as he walked closer anyway. “How am I supposed to kill them from this far away? You’re asking for a lot here lady…”

Clementine pulled the trigger, and a boom filled the room, putting a hole in the monster. Not just any hole, a hole into a black, void-like expanse. “Ah… annoying,”

The holes closed as it got closer and closer.

“Okay, time to try something else!” Vanessa shouted as she put her fists up, and two silver gauntlets appeared on her hands in a flash of silver light. She yelled as she rushed the creature and gave him a punch across the face, then a shot to the stomach that sent him stumbling backward before she dashed at what had to be supernatural speeds and punched him, sending him flying through a wall.

“You three, c’mere!” Clementine shouted as she ran over to the three. She raised her hand in the air, surrounded by a wavy blue aura. “Hate to waste good cuffs, but stick your hands out!”

"Pleassseee get them off me," Ella ran over to Clementine and stuck her hands out. She slammed her hand down and cleaved right through it as if it was nothing.

"I'm good," Saskia winced, holding up her cuffless arms, fingers beginning to snap back into place with horrible sounding cracks. They still moved over to the others, dropping their voice. "Ella, you need you channeler."

"We don't have time for that!" Ella shook her head. Maybe they could run while Vanessa fought whatever this was - but it would just follow them! And they couldn't abandon newly refound friends! "I'll just have to fight without it- PRISMATIC TRANSFORMATION!"

She launched right into her transformation spell, spinning shakily as harsh burns spiralled out across her stomach and down her thighs. Her clothes were replaced with the normal magical girl affair - in duller colours than normal - and her hair remained the same, normal bright pink braids tied in buns. She winced, eyes darting over to the creature, ready for him to get back up.

"Shit," Saskia swore, looking at Lisa. "Can your spiders get her channeler?!"

”They can,” Lisa shouted, sticking her hands out as Clementine broke them with her abstraction. ”But, you’re gonna have to give me a minute to get them read-”

“... Hello,”

The monster opened another rift through reality and stepped through it, ending up in the interrogation room. “Would you please hurry up and die? I’m late for dinner.”

The creature swung its claw, creating a massive rift into a dark void. Lisa screamed as she fell backward before a wave of spiders crawled out from underneath the door, from the vent, and the hole in the wall Vanessa made fighting the creature. They quickly crawled up the creature’s leg, until they covered his lower body and began biting...

”... Damn it!” Lisa shouted. ”His skin’s too tough!”

“Ah, that itches,” The creature laughed.

”... But, not too tough for this!” Lisa grinned as she activated the Acid Burst spell… and then he disappeared. Leaving behind all the spiders as they fell to the ground and exploded. Sending acid in all directions… and one splash hit Lisa on the cheek and dissolved flesh until it exposed her teeth. ”AH! Take cover!”

"AHHHH!" Ella screamed as she rolled to the side, grabbing a chair to protect herself. Acid splashed her arms, eating through her flesh. Magical burns ran further down her legs as she lit them up with a flickering, rainbow light. She was in agony from casting without a channeller and getting hit by the acid - but she couldn't fight without her magic!

"SHIT!" Saskia jumped behind the table, acid onto their left leg and burning through to the bone. They cursed as they quickly clotted the wound, slamming their hand against the sharp edge of the table to reopen the one there. Blood flooded out, coating their body in a thin protective layer. "Go through the hole- we need more space."

"And my channeler," Ella groaned. At least she should be able to hold the spell on her legs for ten minutes, giving her a way to attack without more damage- but it was risky!

”Give me a minute!” Lisa shouted as she summoned massive tarantulas from the hidden corners of the room.

“We need to get outside!” Clementine noted, before she looked through the hall. “‘Nessa! Nessa!?”

“... We may have a problem!” Vanessa shouted.

“Oh, God, what now?!” Clementine shouted.

“... There’s more of them!” Vanessa shouted before she was launched back into the room and slid across the floor on her back.

"Vanessa!" Ella shouted.

Footsteps approached.

“You three are the ones that caused that mess in Morningstar’s office…?” A feminine voice spoke, and then they saw her grin. Then, her sunken eyes shined as she stepped in wearing a heavenly white robe. “And killed Mala’Boolaan? He was clearly unworthy of his position.” She laughed.

"Rude!" Ella yelled, pushing herself back to her feet. This was still fine, they could take on two people. Apparitions. Whatever they were. "Don't disrespect the dead! He put up a good fight!"

“And he was felled by three idiots!” She laughed.

"That's not the point, Ella," Saskia hissed, shifting from behind the table and next to Ella. Two bone spears grew out of the back of their hands.

"Alright- I won't let you hurt me or my friends!" Ella pointed her finger at the woman. If Lisa's spiders were going to get her channeller and she needed a minute, they needed to keep both of the creatures off of her.

She leaped forward, swinging a shining leg at the woman, and the creature floated backward while raising a hand. A chunk of the ground flipped up and tanked the hit meant for her. At the same time, Saskia shifted into a protective stance in front of Lisa, and Clementine went over to help her sister up to her feet. Lisa activated the hybridization spell, wrapping them in a glowing cocoon, which burst a few moments later—equipping the tarantulas with Ant mandibles. Then, utilizing the command spell, she sent them into the halls of the PRA office.

”Where is the channeler?” Lisa shouted.

“It’s…” Clementine attempted to reply.

“... Please tell,” The mysterious lady-thing said, raising her hand, and chunks of the wall broke off and flew at Ella. “I’m going to kill your friend with it!” She said in a sing-song.

"You're not killing anyone!" Ella winced, jumping to the side with her strengthened legs and rolling out of the way of the chunks of wall. Her legs ached as she did, the spell cast on them unstable, but she fought through it. Pushing back to her feet she launched herself up, spinning mid air and flying towards the lady-thing, and launched her backwards. However, she caught herself with her telekinetic abilities, and floated back.

Another massive rift into darkness opened up, and the white creature poked his head in momentarily. “Hey…” he began. “I brought some friends.…”

A massive, clawed foot stuck through the portal before the rest of the hellish beast came through. Hulking, waving around a threateningly large sword, several arms, and a severed head. He growled as he gave his blade a swift flourish… Before holding it in both hands.

After he came through, a monstrous claw came through, before the rest of the hellish creature followed. It was even taller than the other one, with its head bursting through the ceiling.

“Let me see if I can find some more,” the white creature slowly slid back into the rift. “Play nice now.”

Before he disappeared, and the rift closed.

“Ooookay!” Clementine took a few steps back, until she was against the wall. “We NEED to get the fuck out of here. NOW!”

"No shit," Saskia hissed. "Go, I'll cover your backs. Ella, you too-"

"No way!" Channeler or not, Ella wasn't going to abandon her friend.

"I'll take the one with the sword," Saskia said, blood running across their skin and forming two blades on her hands. They didn't engage, holding their blood blades in front of them while watching the creature with the sword.

Ella, on the other hand, jumped forward and swung their shining leg up towards the other creature, and he used his hulking arm to block.

”I’ll take the girl!” Lisa shouted as the spiders covered the telekinetic in spiders. ”I can’t keep summoning like this!”

“You can’t!” The lady laughed as she raised a hand, and the table they took cover behind began floating. “Because you’ll be dead!”

The table flew towards Lisa, but Vanessa punched it in half.

“I said we gotta go! There’s too many big motherfuckers in here to fight like this!” Vanessa shouted as she raised a gauntlet-ed fist into the air. “Get ready!”

Vanessa slammed the fist down and punched the ground, creating a massive gaping hole in the ground that led to the main lobby of the PRA office building. They could see the front desk right underneath them.

“I’m not sure if you have some way to take the fall,” Clementine said as she aimed her pistol at the brute with the extra-large arm and fired off a few shots, which penetrated his flesh but didn’t seem to stop him. “But figure out something! We are at a disadvantage fighting in here!”

"I can’t!" Ella wailed. She could maybe take a fall if she’d absorbed enough colour… but not like this!

The creature with the massive arm cocked it back, then swung it in a wide arc - only for Vanessa to hop in it’s way and block it with her arms up. Skidding backwards as she grunted, “Well, you better have a fucking healer, then!”

Long black spider legs burst out of Lisa’s back as she hopped into the hole—only for the legs to spread out and attach themselves to the ceiling as Lisa climbed down the walls to the floor. Clementine just jumped and landed on the ground with no harm done.

"I’ve got this," Saskia’s blood once again moved, coating her back in a thin, strong layer. More pooled out of her wound and formed a long tendril, as she visibly paled. She grabbed hold of Ella from behind. Before Ella could protest, Saskia yanked her through the hole, thanks to catching Ella by surprise.

The blood tentacle shot past Ella’s face and hooked onto the edge, slowing their fall so they dangled for just a moment… before it let go too and dropped them the rest of the way. Midfall it retracted and they landed on the floor with a loud thump, Ella right on top of Saskia - and more protected from the fall. Nothing was broken but everything hurt like hell!

"Fuckkkk," Saskia grunted, audible cracks echoing in Ella’s ears. She rolled off her immediately and helped Saskia sit up. Her back, neck and head had been protected by the blood armour, but her legs and arms were visibly broken. They were twisting horribly as they started to repair themselves and the blood that hadn’t splattered across the floor pulled back into Saskia’s wound.

"Saskiiiaaa," Ella cried, stopping herself from going full on upset about it - she had to keep fighting now that they were down!

”... I got you!” Lisa shouted as spider preemptively forced their way out of her pores, and she lept over to Saskia. She placed her hands on Saskia’s shoulders, and the spiders crawled down her arms and onto Saskia. They bit her, injecting her with their healing concoction, which would heal her wounds….

“Well…” The Pale-Lady raised a hand in the air, and technically lifted a chunk out of the ground - making the hole evn larger - before launching it at Vanessa. It hit her and launched her into the hole in the ground and she hit the ground with a loud tud next to Ella and Saskia. The lady stuck her face through the hole as she stared down, then looked at the two. “Don’t leave your friends behind, you two!”

"Vanesssaaaa!" Ella shouted, swapping from kneeling beside Saskia to kneeling beside her.

The first one down was the Demon with the sword, who landed some distance away from the trio (and Vanessa and Clementine). He gave his sword another flourish as he walked over to them… menacingly. The next one down was the demon with the freakishly long arm. He slammed his hand on the ground as he walked alongside the other freak… while the pale lady watched from above.

”... We need to get your Channeler,” Lisa muttered to Ella. ”This is why you need a Channeler like ours. You can’t fight like this long term!”

“Do you think your spiders can find it?” Clementine asked as she raised a pistol at the two creatures.

”They can…” Lisa said, then shrugged, ”... Eventually.”

“I can lead you there!” Clementine asked, before she turned to Ella and Saskia. “Can you two stay here and hold them off?”

“You mean three?” Vanessa said with a wry grin.

“Yeah, whatever!” Clementine said, “Just buy us some time.”

"Easy," Saskia grunted, sitting up as Lisa’s healing spiders worked their magic. The terrifying whiteness disappeared from their already pale skin and their broken bones were fixed.

"Yeah, don’t worry, we got this!” Ella declared, pushing herself to her feet. Even through the hot pain searing through her legs, burnt skin visible through the glowing light coating them, she could- would- keep going. This was nothing compared to dying! "I can keep this up for… another eight minutes.”

"I can keep this up until I bleed out," Saskia said, reaching out to scrape their healed hand across a piece of rubble and draw blood again. They then stood, blood coating their hands. "Go."

Ella held out a hand to help Vanessa up, gulping as she looked at the two creatures. For all her bravado… she really was limited when she shouldn’t use anymore spells. "Saskia…”

"Yeah, got it. Go defensive." Saskia stepped forward. Ella moved to her side, one leg slightly bent and ready to move - but neither attacked first. They had to hold them off, and maybe hurt them, until Ella got her channeler. Then they could properly fight. Because right now, Ella really was running on next to nothing!

“Well,” Vanessa said as she got up. She punched her gauntlets together as she said, “We can take them.”

Clementine nodded as she grabbed Lisa’s hand and carried her off into the halls of the PRA building.

The creature with the freakishly large arm slammed it on the ground, and used it as a pole-vault to launch itself high up into the air. It had it cocked back for a devastating punch. While the beast with the sword came charging from the side. Ella and Saskia dodged to opposite sides to avoid the punch. Ella spun around, leg kicking up towards the creature with the freakishly large arm’s abdomen, causing it to hit the ground with a thud. Saskia’s blood formed a single blade from her right hand, and she swung it towards the beast with the sword. Clashing blade against blade…

The other creature pushed itself to its feet by its arm, before raising it into the air and bringing it down on Ella, who blocked it with a strengthened leg. She winced, draining the colours from several bracelets to coat her right fist. The bright pinks flickered before settling, red hot wounds cutting across her arm away from it. The pain was intense, her vision blurring as she punched at the creature with the pink fist. The punch caused it to stumble…

… Then Vanessa charged in and walloped the thing and sent it flying. It went through the wall.

“… The Chairman Board is going to kill us,” Vanessa shook her head before facing the two. “You two! Double-team him! I got the other one!”

The brute came out charging and grabbed Vanessa, raising her up into the air and slamming her onto the ground. Before it kicked her through a wall and kept charging after her, it ran lopsided due to its proportions.

"... She doesn’t seem like she can handle that?” Ella looked at the new hole in the wall in panic.

"She’s trained, she’ll be fine!" Saskia said, still engaged in sword to sword combat with the other creature. It was a deadlock, but Saskia was being pushed back.

Ella ran towards it, sending a high kick towards its side. The impact caused it to hunch over, but it quickly swung the severed head it was carrying like a bat at Ella. Ella raised her arms to block it, wincing when it hit the one she hadn’t infused with colour. She pushed through it, bringing her knee up to ram into it. At the same time, Saskia shot a long bone spear out of their elbow as their blood blade clashed with its blade, aiming for its sword holding arm. Impaling it through the arm as it let out a roar, keeping the sword in its iron grasp as it grabbed the spear and squeezed it in an attempt to break it. The spear snapped with a sickening crunch, half still lodged in its arm and the broken half pulling back into Saskia's skin as she grunted in pain.

One of the free arms swung at Ella, hitting her in the shoulder and sending her flying. She landed on her ass , wincing and immediately getting back to her feet. Everything ached, the casting without her channeler beginning to get to her, but they just had to hold on. Ella jumped back in, swinging one leg towards its side then aiming her strengthened fist forward at the same time. Shattering several ribs in a loud crack.

However, he lunged forward to grab Ella. She tried to dodge back, but her forward momentum was too much, and she couldn’t avoid it. Ella punched the arm, holding her with a grimace, which he ignored as he came in with a full-force punch. She pulled up a leg in time to block the punch from hitting her stomach, muscles tearing as it slammed through the prismatic light. She cried out as pain seared through her leg.

"Shit, Ella!" Saskia twisted around, unable to disengage and help.

Ella let out a hiss, hands pulling together and draining all of the colour she wore. A large, multi colored sphere appeared in her hand. It wobbled, shape fragile, and painful blisters formed across her skin as the burning got worse. She launched the sphere right in the creatures face - it would be like a brick was hitting it. But at the same time it exploded on contact, shards of colour erratically shooting off and hitting both Ella and Saskia.

It grabbed its face - stumbling backward. Before putting all its weight on its backfoot and rushing forward, swinging its sword wildly. Ella was right in the path of its sword, leg injured and wounds all over her from the prismatic prisms’ backlash. Saskia jumped forward and pushed her out of the way, awkwardly blocking the sword with one blood-covered hand and their blood blade. The erratic swings sliced through Saskia’s blade, blood splattering on the floor, and she narrowly avoided getting her arm chopped off. Her blood coated both hands in a hard shell and she grabbed the sword, more blood thinly coating her feet to stop her from being pushed back.

Ella raised a hand, a beam of light shooting directly from her finger and towards the creature's sword arm. As it did, her entire finger lit up as if it were an ember, burning pain spreading out from it and down her entire arm. The creature yelped in pain, finally letting go of the sword and holding her hand as it thrashed around.

“… Hey,” The White Creature stuck its head through the gaping hole in the ceiling. “Ignatius said that if you three can’t handle this, you have no place in the Society. So no more friends!”

“But we brought you something!” The Pale Lady stuck her head through the hole. Then, two more identical swords flew into the monster’s hands through the hole.

“Oh dear,” The white creature said. “You dropped one, pal.”

“Best get it back!” The Pale Lady shouted.

She retreated out of sight.

"Shit, you can’t go on much longer," Saskia muttered, looking at Ella. She was covered in burns and the light coating her legs was flickering rapidly. Ella shook her head, grimacing. They had to get rid of this one faster now to help Lisa and Clementine before they were killed!

"I’m fine.” She recast her super prism kick, rainbow light on her legs stabilising as pain seared through her midsection. Even if she had to sacrifice herself, she’d make sure her friends were safe. Adrenaline pumped through her veins enabling her to continue, light supporting her damaged leg.

Ella jumped forward, leg kicking out towards one of the arms holding a sword. Saskia reformed their own blood blades simultaneously, two of them, and sliced them towards it and were parried by the creature’s blades. However, the kick sent it stumbling over, and it quickly used one of the blades to brace itself.

It loudly yelled as it raised its blades, and wildly slashed at Saskia while charging. Saskia gritted her teeth as she blocked the slashes, forced to step back with each strike. There was no opening for an attack, only defence, as the blades got scarily close to her face. Ella backed away as it attacked Saskia, raising a hand to shoot a rainbow laser at it. She tried to aim for a sword-holding hand, but the spell was unstable and pointed toward its shoulder. With great effort, hands feeling like they were on fire, Ella kept up the continuous beam of light, directing it down its arm. It screamed as it continued the barrage of blades towards Saskia.

”... ELLA!” Lisa shouted, barging into the room, holding Ella’s Channeler high into the air. Clementine was behind her, holding her pistol with both hands… Then Lisa’s spiders came after her, crawling up the walls like a strange macabre carpet.

"LISAAAA!" Ella yelled back, cutting off the beam of light. She was incredibly relieved to see her - both alive and with her Channeler! She was at her limit of casting without it. Ella started running towards Lisa, burned hands outstretched for her Channeler.

"Hurry up and help me," Saskia hissed, being beaten back further and further as all they could do was block. She was panting heavily but still keeping up with the continuous barrage. "Actually, heal Ella first!"

”Okay!” Lisa shouted as tiny black spiders forced their way out of Lisa’s pores. They traveled up her arm and covered the Sailor Moon Wand. ”Come here!”

Ella took one look at the spiders coming out of Lisa’s pores, covering her precious wand, and felt sick. She’d been healed by them once before and it had been horrible! Times weren’t so desperate right now. She stopped running towards Lisa, instead beginning to back away. "No, I’m alright! Just give me my Channeler, please!"

”Let. Me. Heal. You.” Lisa shouted as she began to sprint after Ella.

"NOOOOO! Stay away!" Ella screamed, turning around and running away as fast as she could.

”Get back here!” Lisa shouted.

"... are you fucking with me," Saskia muttered, still fighting.

“Look out!” Clementine shouted as she shot both of her hands forward. A blue wave of energy came out of her hands. It hit the creature, launching it back. She ran over to Saskia’s side. “We can take him!”

It got up to its feet… before grabbing its dropped weapons. It gave them a flourish with all three before it roared.

"... Sure. No rest till I bleed out, I guess."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Adora E. Phoenix-Prescott

Alternate Themesong

"Just because I failed Lisa doesn't mean I have to fail anyone else."

_______________________________________________ Adora Erica Phoenix-Prescott She/Her | 26 | African-American | 5'6ft | 141 _______________________________________________ Resolute. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I'll help you realize it's all in your head." ___________________________________ [+] Boxing ⫻ When Adora was growing up, her grandfather knew she was going to grow up to be cute, so he decided to get her trained how to fight and defend herself. Not just anyone, the legendary “Gravity” Richoux... But until his mysterious disappearance. She put the training to good use when she was protecting Lisa from bullies in high school and in the Old Coven. However, she is very out of practice, but a lot of that stuck with her. Painting ⫻ Something, her therapist, got her to pick up as a method of building a routine and soothing herself. She discovered that she is a very talented painter, and often draws amazing art... That never leaves her house. Basketball ⫻ It was another activity that her mother and grandparents pushed her to do. She isn’t amazing at it, but don't underestimate her jump shot. Computer Savvy ⫻ Adora works as tech support as a remote job and she surprises people with how knowledgeable and skilled she is. Spiders! ⫻Well, hanging around Lisa has caused her obsession with spiders to rub off a bit on Adora. Adora can easily identify spiders off the back of her hand... However, she associates Spiders with Lisa, so she avoids talking about them.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I made myself into something people can depend on." A very unapproachable woman, and a very intimidating one at that. Maybe it's the fact that Adora has a permanent Resting-Bitch-Face. She exudes an air of superiority not out of disdain for others but as a declaration that she will not allow anyone to dictate her worth or destiny. The girl strangely carries herself; she has an aloof and uncaring aura - as she'd seldomly be the first person to approach someone. She only seems uncaring in her attitude, and Adora takes extreme care in her appearance, from her attitude to her body to her overall cleanliness. You'd be dead if you found Adora not looking her very best. Adora takes giant steps and usually has her face and head concealed behind an oversized hoodie with her hands in her pockets. She usually speaks surprisingly high-pitched and is quick and to the point, and never smiles (If you make her smile, you must be something else). Overall, she has a menacing aura that is mysterious underneath it all. In terms of body, Adora is average heighted and well-built; back in the days of the old Coven, she had a little gut and padding to her body - but not anymore. After losing her friend Lisa, Adora has found therapy in the gym and is very well-built. Her biceps are thick, her forearms are veiny, and her thick thighs and calves are very well built from leg day and tons of cardio. Yes, she has a big butt, it was a "gift" from her mother, and it's substantial from all the squats she does. Her bra size is 38b... but because she's five-six, she doesn't look all that tall. However, Adora keeps her body well covered, and she's one of those gals who always wears long-sleeved shirts and pants. Never wear anything sexual or provocative - though Adora enjoys the occasional dress. Now, Adora is African-American, and she tries to take care of her skin, but she has a nasty scar on her stomach from the battle with the Stygian Snake. It's red and fleshy and comes out the back - but good luck seeing it. Adora keeps her hair in dreads that are clean and well-maintained - but very short. In terms of attire, as stated before, Adora dresses in the most unflattering ways possible so people don't sexualize her. She usually wears baggy clothes that do not accentuate her feminine features and cover as much of her skin as possible. However, this isn't something she always does, and sometimes she dresses sexy... and surprises people with how well-built she is. However, when she's out in public and the weather permits, expect Adora to wear a hoodie and keep the hood up, so getting a good view of her face would be challenging. In private, Adora dresses in the most comfortable or none at all. However, she keeps a strange golden ring on her index finger, for no reason at all.

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"Coming back to the Coven brings back so many bad memories... but I have to do this. To find the strength to get over it all. To solve this for everyone."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Adora doesn't exactly have one. After witnessing Lisa Turner's graphic death, her life has been one big maze without a way out. It has been ten years since her mental health has seemingly been permanently marred by that one traumatic event, and she yearns for healing. However, it's easier said than done, but despite it all, she is determined to find peace not just for herself but the memory of her fallen friend. Simultaneously, Adora wants to rebuild the bridges that once connected her to the people that she loved and cared about and, above all else, belong again. Yet, amidst the mental turmoil that haunts the woman, she still has that resolve to make a positive impact in the world. Adora's experiences have instilled in her a sense of duty to help others, especially those who, like Lisa, are vulnerable and in need of protection. Each of these threads forms a metaphorical tapestry that constantly pulls the woman in different directions, but all of them meet in the same place: redemption, healing, and purpose.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Raised with the values of honesty, strength, and compassion, Adora's worldview is crafted by a deep-seated belief in justice and fairness. She sees herself as a protector, a guardian of the weak, willing to fight for people who cannot. However, the loss of Lisa has left her questioning everything she once held dear, and doubt, self-hatred, and guilt gnaw at her from within. The once unshakeable pillar is now fragile, and she has no choice but to protect it with her confrontational nature. While her confrontational demeanor may serve as a shield to keep others out, it also protects her from herself, preventing her from embracing her vulnerabilities. However, there is a glimmer of hope in her soul; that pissed-off pillar refuses to be controlled or defined by her trauma. Regardless of how many obstacles stand in her way, she will carve out not only a path of healing but her own place in the world.

SECRETS ⫻ Adora tells herself she doesn't have secrets, but she guards her trauma against the world with her life. It took years before Adora could be convinced to go to therapy, and beforehand, she was fully willing to go to the grave with her trauma. That fateful day haunts her every literal moment, and she'll be damned before she lets a second of it slip. Adora hides this secret by presenting herself as an unshakeable rock, a paragon for people to look up to.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Adora's sexuality is a facet of herself that remains unexplored, overshadowed by her personal trauma. While she identifies as bisexual, her battle with her mental health has made it difficult to engage in intimacy or a meaningful relationship. Yet, within her walls and underneath that tough demeanor she puts on is a longing for intimacy, passion, and connection. As her mental health improves, she finds herself toying with the idea of dating but the road ahead is uncertain.

FEARS ⫻ Beneath Adora Phoenix-Prescott's confident facade is a wellspring of fear and terror that stretches far beyond the boundaries of her own control. The most potent fear that Adora faces is the fear of being powerless in any situation sends shivers down her spine. Then there is her fear of vulnerability, which acts as an ever-present reminder of the pain she endured during and after Lisa's death. Most concerningly is that storm of emotions that constantly resides in her that threatens to break out at any given moment. Her grief, her guilt, her anxiety, and her anger constantly threaten to break free, and she finally loses control of herself and also loses herself. There is the fear of repeating the same mistakes and failing to protect the people that she loves and cares about. However, these are not the sole sources of dread in Adora's mind, and underneath her resolute exterior, there is a web of anxieties.

REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Adora's reputation was a mixed bag, a mixture of admiration and friction. Adora, along with her friends Clementine and Vanessa, were thought highly of for their contributions to the battle against the Stygian Snake. She was viewed as an instrumental element and many adored them for saving countless lives. However, Adora's confrontational and outspoken nature basically made her a lightning rod for conflict, especially against those who mistreated or bullied others. Her confrontational nature also came with a protective one, and she didn't hesitate to challenge anyone who crossed the line. All of this was, to the agitation of many, tolerated because Adora was so instrumental in the fight against the Stygian Snake that the Old Coven simply couldn't afford to lose her. However, after Lisa's death, Adora chose to walk away for her own sake - unaware of her upcoming struggle with her mental health, and journey of healing. In the end, Adora is largely unaware of the Coven's eventual fate and she's indifferent to it.

ROLE IN THE BATTLE WITH THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ Adora played a significant role in the battle against the Stygian Snake, wielding the Trinity Ring alongside Clementine and Vanessa. Together, they saved countless lives, cleaved through hundreds of its minions, and even drove off the Apparition in some instances. However, in the final battle, Adora's shutdown following Lisa's death made her effectively useless from then on.

FLAWS ⫻ Adora's flaws are as numerous as they are complex, and at her core lies her battle-scarred psyche, plagued by PTSD stemming from witnessing Lisa's brutal death. This casts a long shadow over the girl that manifests in the form of various triggers - primarily in the form of mentioning the events of the war against the Stygian Snake, Lisa's death, and other related events. Despite her seemingly unbreakable veneer, these triggers can send her spiraling. This trauma and her fear of vulnerability have made her reclusive and isolated her from people whom she wants to connect to and the support system she desperately needs. This stops her from reaching out to others for help and just makes her retreat into solitude and do it alone. What makes it worse is her confrontational nature, a shield against perceived threats also pushes people away. Adora is, at times, rude and abrasive and speaks her mind without thinking about how other people feel. this strains her relationships with others and makes it harder for her to connect to people. Adora finds herself caught in a storm of contradiction and is teetering on the edge of self-destruction. As she grapples with insecurity, doubt, and, above all else, self-hatred because of her past failures, she pushes herself further and further past her limits to self-destructive levels.

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"I did it not for praise, but out of love."

A native of St. Portwell, Adora grew up in a house on the outskirts of St. Portwell that her grandfather owned and intended to pass down. Adora never knew her father, as her mother always told her that she got a "sperm donor."... there was that part of Adora that knew that she wasn't being literal, but as she grew up, she had little interest in finding out who her father was. She didn't need him, after all. Adora grew up following her mother's model, being outspoken and taking nothing from no one person. Her grandfather's more compassionate, nurturing nature... and Adora ended up being a weird mixture of both of them, with her traits. These three people gave Adora everything and did everything in their power to ensure she became a reasonable person in a world of horrible ones.

Though growing up, Adora was not a people person... not to say that she was introverted, but she was very outspoken and confrontational, even at a young age. Still, she was a very judgemental girl with high standards for herself and ensured that the people she surrounded herself with were the best. The only friends she had growing up were the neighbor girls, Clementine and Vanessa Washington. They were two young, fun-loving, moral girls much like herself, but Adora was the more cool-headed one in their little cliche. They grew so attached that nothing would ever break them apart. However, this worried her mother, who pushed the young Adora towards activities - arts, sports, anything - that would help her develop social skills, and eventually, Adora ended up as a cheerleader in that cliche. However, she wasn't very popular with them as she was critical of the "popular" girl's bullying.

Especially of Lisa Turner.

Lisa Turner was a shy, socially awkward gal who wasn't liked by anyone and bullied by most. She had weird interests (like spiders, body horror, and other macabre things) and could never entirely hold on due to her clumsy demeanor. Adora knew she was bullied and would be there to give even the biggest and most challenging jocks a piece of her mind if they so much as tried anything on the girl. Though Adora only spoke with her in passing, she kept her eye on her - so did Vanessa and Clementine. However, after a certain point, Lisa began pulling back - hardly going to school - and Adora felt something was wrong. She wasn't one to assume the worst, but she had to do something.

The bullies knew where Lisa lived, and after interrogating one of them, Adora got Lisa's address. She skipped school herself, walked over to Lisa's, and calmly knocked on the door until someone answered. After a bit of chatting, Adora convinced Lisa's parents to let her talk to her, and Adora sat down next to Lisa on that bed and talked to her. Lisa told her everything about how miserable she was, how nobody liked her, and how she wished she was dead.

Adora couldn't have that.

Adora did everything she could to befriend Lisa by constantly talking to her and being the first person ever to be nice to her. She constantly talked to her on the phone, letting her nerd out about her niche interests and weird spider facts. Eventually, Adora managed to get Lisa to come back to school; anyone who dared look at Lisa the wrong way got a sharp scolding at best (at worse, Adora whoop their ass after school). Maybe it was out of stroking her ego and feeling good about herself, but Adora would do anything to save a life. Above all else, Adora felt happy that she brought light into someone's life; even if Lisa wasn't made in Adora's likeness, they developed a bond. She saw Lisa as a little sister, and she would do anything for her, which made Lisa eternally grateful.

However, one day, Lisa had something to show Adora, which Adora was hoping was not some love confession... and after Lisa showed her, she wished that it was. Lisa spit out a spider the size of a basketball like it was nothing! Adora, naturally, freaked out, and Lisa calmed her down by telling her that magic was real and that she had gained magic from getting pushed to the brink by her bullies. She wanted to show someone, and Adora just took off into the night - which hurt both of them. This pushed them apart for a little while, which Adora felt terrible about, but she kept it a secret to protect Lisa.

Around this time, Adora's grandfather died and told her that it was a part of his will that his house would be hers upon turning eighteen (yay!). However, on his deathbed, he also left her three golden rings and told them that they were his most prized possession and to keep them with her at all times. She promised that she would do it, and she donned all three rings, and whenever someone asked, she would tell them that they were her grandfather's. However, it didn't take long to realize that they... changed her. They made her stronger, faster, and tougher, from accidentally tearing a door off its hinges to knocking a pickup truck over and flying. It didn't take a genius to realize she had gotten superpowers.

The first thing she did was apologize to Lisa, and when she got to her house, it was difficult to get into the Turner household, but she managed to talk to Lisa face-to-face. Lisa initially wanted nothing to do with Adora, but she came around... then the Stygian Snake attacked her house. The two girls were shocked, paralyzed from fear, as they never saw anything like that before. Adora found the bravery inside herself to confront the monster and at least give Lisa time to escape - Adora was almost killed, and everything went dark. However, the Sycamore Tree Coven came in the knick of time and saved them, driving off the Stygian Snake, and Sully gave her a drink out of the Chalice to heal all of her wounds.

After Adora came, they found Lisa, introduced themselves as the Coven, and told them everything - alongside an invitation. The two accepted it, and Lisa was finally off making friends and learning more about herself! Adora was proud, but she fell into Britney William's hands... Britney examined the rings and told her they were the legendary Trinity Rings. Adora was using them wrong, and the three rings were intended to be used by three people to utilize their full strength. However, Adora was a prideful, vain, and stubborn young girl who didn't want anyone else touching her father's rings: Multi-dimensional entity or not. After much convincing, Adora roped her two friends, Clementine and Vanessa Washington, into the Coven and gave them the two rings.

That was not a decision that Adora regretted, as with the Trinity Rings, they were flying powerhouse, and they could tear apart the Stygian Snake's minions. However, they worked closely with Lisa Turner, who learned how to create powerful Spider Minions to counter the Stygian Snake's army. They battled monster after monster at night while hanging out with the Coven during whatever lull they could get. However, things changed during the day of the eclipse (the final battle), and Adora, Clementine, and Vanessa confronted the Stygian Snake first and head-on, boosted by Bianca, Greta, and the other abstraction boosters while everyone else got in position. They did some severe damage to the Stygian Snake alongside Daisy and the others, which made Adora highly confident in the plan. Lisa insisted on staying by Adora's side, providing minions to battle the Stygian Snake, and Adora was more than confident that she could protect Lisa.

Too confident.

The Stygian Snake managed to launch Adora away... leaving Lisa vulnerable. The Stygian Snake used its darkness to tear Lisa apart in front of everyone slowly. Adora desperately went in, tears flowing, deluding herself into thinking she could do anything. By the time she got there, Lisa was already in pieces, and Adora fell apart, cradling Lisa's dead body and crying her eyes out as everyone fought. She was removed from the battlefield, and only heard that the Stygian Snake was defeated. Adora was crushed under the weight of it all... but she tried to participate in the old Coven. However, it was obvious that her heart wasn't in it, and she felt guilty for being unable to save Lisa after everything she did.

Adora quietly told the leadership that she was bowing out of the old Coven, and she didn't so much as speak to them afterward. PTSD wracked her, and she withdrew from all social circles, including her two closest friends. The death of Lisa haunted her, and whenever she tried to have fun, she could only see Lisa wherever she went. Adora took the ring off, as she didn't care about magic or none of this nonsense; she wanted Lisa back and became reclusive. If anyone recognized her, she would just run away.

Adora hardly left the house, and Adora's mother gave her some space, but she had to help her daughter... and convinced her to get therapy for her trauma. Working on herself through consoling wasn't easy; it was incredibly daunting and full of challenges - it seemed like she went back down every time she came up. It took her years before she stopped blaming herself for Lisa's death, and she eventually learned to forgive herself for Lisa's death. The depression went away in due time, but the nightmares didn't go away, nor did the attacks, no matter how hard she tried. It was something that she had to deal with.

As part of her healing process, Adora exited her self-imposed exile and contacted Vanessa and Clementine - who moved to the other side of the country. They were angry that she had ghosted them but were happy to hear about her journey. The conversation took a turn when Adora asked for the other two Trinity Rings, and they told her that they had given them to Sloane Harris before they left the Old Coven. Adora couldn't fault them as she failed to understand how important they were to her and figured she could get it from Sloane. However, Sloane refused, as Adora "gave up her duty," no matter how hard Adora asked for them and how Adora insulted her, Sloane refused to give up the rings. Eventually, Adora gave up, as she knew a losing battle when she saw one and just figured they'd be safe.

Adora just focused on her physical and mental health until the murders began. They brought back bad memories and caused a regression that caused Adora to go reclusive for a bit. She initially refused Auri's invitation, but she had to do something about the murders.

She couldn't watch as more people lost the people dear to them like Lisa was to her.

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"... I'm going to STRANGLE Sloane."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Agent).

ABSTRACTION ⫻ The Trinity Ring, a trio of three powerful rings that created a paranormal bond between three women that grants them flight, speed, super strength, and durability long as they remained close to each other. However, Adora only has one ring and gets a sliver of its true potential.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ The Trinity Ring was a legendary artifact in the All-Verse created by the Amazons to protect their island. They created the rings to have three mighty guardians come to protect their island from any external intrusion, independent of any feuds the various Amazon tribes may be having. However, due to the planning and scheming of outsiders, all three threes were stolen from the island, and since then, they changed hands often - eventually landing in Adora's. Their primary function is to be distributed amongst three women, who are effectively Goddesses as long as they remain within five meters of each other. They each can fly at speeds that can be hard to perceive except by the keenest eye, strong enough to lift buildings, and can tank even the strongest Paranormal attacks (only the Stygian Snake had the raw power to stagger them). The battle with the Stygian Snake made Adora and her two friends powerhouses capable of making the Stygian Snake retreat with the help of some Abstraction boosting.

However, without someone to bear the other two rings, it's only a shell of the awe-inspiring strength... going from punching the Stygian Snake to only being able to carry a dresser up the stairs by herself. Adora only possesses one ring, which boosts her physical capabilities to being slightly her normal capabilities, which is nothing compared to some of the supernatural feats others are capable of. However, there was an oversight in the design of the Trinity Ring: if one put on all rings, they would get a power boost that would be nothing to the Ring's peak but still a significant power boost. Adora can see the auras of anyone wearing the rings as long as they are in her field of vision.

Below is all that Adora can do if she dons the three rings:

ONE RING ⫻ Adora's current level. With just one Trinity Ring, Adora receives a slight boost to her physical capabilities. She can lift about 200 pounds with ease, enough to move heavier furniture or carry someone over her shoulder. In terms of durability, she can take a punch or two from a grown man before going down, and it takes more force to cause her harm with a knife or other sharp objects. Her speed increases slightly, allowing her to run a bit faster than usual, but nothing that anyone (not even herself) will be able to notice. The most paranormal aspect of having one ring is her ability to fly, which is quite slow, and anyone can outwalk it at a leisurely pace. However, she is capable of hovering in place however long is necessary.

TWO RINGS ⫻ With two rings, Adora's physical capabilities increase dramatically. Her strength allows her to lift around 1200 pounds overhead, and her durability allows her to shrug off mundane attacks short of a firearm. Adora's sprinting speed reaches about 20 miles per hour, and her flight becomes useful, allowing her to fly at about the same speed she can sprint.

THREE RINGS ⫻ When Adora wears all three Trinity Rings, she gains significantly enhanced abilities, but not to the point of invincibility. Her strength allows her to lift about 2000 pounds overhead, meaning she can move smaller vehicles with some strained effort. Attacks that would fell others merely bounce off of her, leaving her unscathed, as she is capable of tanking supernatural strikes and low-caliber rounds. Adora's sprinting speed increases to around 30 miles per hour, and her flight speed reaches a maximum of 60 miles per hour.

LIMITS ⫻ As stated all over the Abstraction section... Adoras will never be able to reach the peaks of the Trinity Ring without giving the two other rings to other people. However, that's not viable as Adora has no one she can trust; she doesn't want to lose the rings again, and the rings are currently MIA as they were a part of Sloane's stolen collection. Even if Adora gets all three rings, she will operate at a fraction of her true power. Also, they can only be used by women.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Working against the Trinity Ring's intended functions will not go well for Adora, as utilizing the Trinity Ring will cause a decline in Adora's body functions. If she uses the ring's power for over a few seconds, she'll experience dizziness, headaches, vomiting, and bleeding from the nose. These are the milder end of the scale as the further she pushes herself, the worse these effects will get... ending with temporary blindness, organ failure, and vomiting blood. If Adora goes all out, it can quickly kill her. The more rings she has on, the worse these effects will get, and the quicker she'll get to the worst side effects.

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"If I die, I'll make sure I do it taking care of the people I love and care about."

Adora's Relationships

Britney.Williams
"A sister, I can trust her above everyone else." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora and Britney didn't hang out or spend a whole lot of time together, but what time they did spend together was enough for Adora to retain Britney's memory in her head. Despite it all, Britney helped Adora find the true potential of the Trinity Rings and thus saved countless lives. She was always good friends with Lisa, which earned her points in Adora's book. So, Britney is Adora's friend through and through... ... Until Adora finds out what Britney did to Luca, and gave Emily G. Reed more avenues to be a monster.
Drake.Blackmore
"What did Jade see in you?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora was never a fan of Drake Blackmore. She understood that, in the end, Drake was trying to do the right thing... and then the Coven shouldn't have stuck their neck out trying to save him, and he should have faced the consequences of his actions. No one listened to her, and lo and behold, Saskia went down with him in his stupid stunts. Adora never liked Drake after that and wanted him out of the Coven before he could take anyone else's life... However, after Lisa's death, she couldn't hold onto the hatred she previously held for Drake. She will be more than willing to give him a second chance if he grew as a person. And she is sad that Jade was a victim.
Alizée.Altieri
"I never trusted you; there was always something off about you...." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora never liked Alizee. Never liked her personally. Adora never liked her Apparition. She just disliked her. And never liked that she dragged a child into the war with the Stygian Snake and was always on her ass about that. However, she didn't know what the Void Heart was making Alizee do... Not that she would have cared since she's dead now.
Linqian.Han
"She could have learned a thing or two from her brother.." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora never liked Linqian, always thought that she was an impulsive dumbass that caused problems more often than she ever considered solving them. She never took the threat of the Stygian Snake seriously and was a prime example of the popularity contest the Coven was. Adora respected Jinhai, however, but called him a coward for sitting on the sidelines while her sister was on the front lines. Adora would treat Linqian civilly as long as she gets the same energy. She is beyond holding petty grudges from ten years ago.
Luca.Oliviera
"The kid Lisa yeeted with a spider that time." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Luca appeared during the ass-end of the Coven, and thus he and Adora didn't get a whole lot of interactions together. She would have honestly forgotten about him if he wasn't a friend of Lisa in the short time they spent together before her death. Adora didn't get enough time together to get a read on him, but he seemed cool despite it all. She still laughs about the incident, where the best idea Lisa could have come up with to save him from Scott Reese was to dangle him from a flying spider. She's glad that he's still around.
Sloane.Faris
"You want to be the leader and yet I had to press you to come and admit that you lost the artifacts...?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora never liked Sloane. While she agreed with the idea that the Coven should be protecting St. Portwell when (or if) they defeated the Stygian Snake... she always found Sloane insufferable. However, Lisa was very fond of Sloane despite all reason, and thus Adora had to play nice with her (though more often than not she would keep her distance from Sloane). However, Lisa died, Adora ghosted the Coven, and Clementine and Vanessa gave their rings to her. Adora tried to get the rings from Sloane, only for Sloane to turn her down. Then they all get stolen anyway. Despite it all, Adora doesn't truly hate Sloane... she barely has the energy to hate someone these days that isn't Emily. She finds her annoying and full of herself, and stupid for hoarding artifacts that she couldn't protect..
Tayla.Choi
"Who?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora honestly forgot about Tayla. It's a mystery if they had a conversation in the Old Coven.
"Edict".Devola
"I wonder if he's still the same egotistical snake he always was." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora always thought that Greyson was a snake... a handy snake, but one that should be kept at arm's length. Thus, that's what she did. The two barely had any reason to talk anyhow. She suppressed the memory of him.
Jack.Hawthorne
"..." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Jack was a bit name in the Old Coven... She always found him annoying, but Lisa liked him, so she kept it to herself. So, Adora only interacted with him when necessary, but their relationship wasn't anything other than neutral. Now? Jack's abstraction brings back some painful memories of the Stygian Snake, and thus, she keeps him at arm's length for her sanity.
"Sully".McPherson
"You're a big goof, but I can't say that you were ever a bad person." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora always had mixed feelings on Sully. On the one hand, she always felt like he never took the mission against the Stygian Snake seriously and always wasted everyone's time throwing parties when they should be focusing all their efforts on defeating the Snake. However, there was that appreciation for saving her life the first night she met the Coven, and she knows that deep down, he's a good person. She looks forward to meeting Sully again.
Leon.Richoux
"So what did happen to your pops?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora trained under the legendary "Gravity" Richoux, and it was how she became such a scrappy gal. Thus, Leon and her knew each other from before she joined the Coven. She thought highly of him, though she had no clue that there was a freaking werewolf inside of him and only got small pieces of The Temple. She knew enough to commit him to memory at the very least.
Stormy.Carson
"It was my fault Lisa died. And only my fault." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora thought very highly of Stormy in the Old Coven. He was moral. Kind. Dependable. Hunky. And powerful. He was charming, too, and had that rough angle to him... Though, she never got a chance to go any further after she left the Coven. Nonetheless, she hopes to see him again.
Anya.Baksh
"You don't know me." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora didn't interact with Anya in the Old Coven, and for good reason. She was not the kind of person she would interact with, and thus, she made zero attempt to do so. Thus, Anya was one of the many people that Adora forgot. Anya didn't make a good impression with Adora at the second meeting, and it is unlikely to get any better from there.
Evelynn.Serenelight
"Friend?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora forgot about Lynn for the most part... though she was one of the people that Adora saved during the flying spider incident.
Lila.Blackwood
"Friend." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora honestly forgot about Lila as well... despite saving her ass. They barely interacted in the Old Coven anyhow. However, Lila was willing to open bridges to her by catching her up on events she missed in the first meeting and the Coven after she left. Thus, Lila has earned Adora's respect and gratitude... before they all got tear-gassed.
Jasper.Wilde
"Who?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora has honestly forgot about Jasper... even though she saved him during the flying spider incident.
Layla.Hyacinthus
"Only the people who were a problem would have a problem with me being there..." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	The child that Alizee had dragged into the Old Coven, and thus Adora gave not only Alizee, but the Coven's leadership, plenty of shit over. Adora only remembers that about Layla... but in the second meeting, Layla was not endearing herself to Adora.
Luna.Inoue
"Who?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora honestly forgot about Luna. It's unknown if they even interacted at all.
Aislin.Rose
"She's a wide-eyed idealist... I wish I could say that was a good thing." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Aislin and Adora were sort of friends... Aislin was more of a friend of Lisa's; thus, the two became friends by association. Adora always thought that Aislin was too naive and idealistic for not only the Coven but for her good. However, Adora managed to commit her to memory... sort of.
Kenshiro.Murakin
"Who?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora honestly forgot about Kenshiro.
Ayrin/Aaron.Thorne
"Who" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora honestly forgot about Aaron/Ayrin.
Amara.King
"Who?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora honestly forgot about Amara.
The.Void.Heart
"Never trusted Apparitions. You're just as bad as the Stygian Snake." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Adora was always untrusting of the Void Heart. There was something off about the bastard...

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Drake D. Blackmore

"With all this power, what good is it if we can't protect the people we care about?"

_______________________________________________ Drake Dean Blackmore He/Him | 26 | British/Japanese. | 5'11ft | 197lb _______________________________________________ Integrity. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I couldn't save Jade, so what good am I?" ___________________________________ [+] Basketball ⫻ Growing up, Drake was the star of his basketball team... at least when he played it. He played a ton of Basketball, officially for his school or just on the streets, and he was pretty good at it. He often practices shots to relieve stress, but even he realizes he's out of his element. Fist-Fighting ⫻ Drake was always a trouble-starting shithead, and fights were pretty easy to come across in his hometown. He's a pretty good scrapper, even without martial arts training. Social-Butterfly ⫻ Drake's pretty good when it comes to people; he's grown up his entire life being at the forefront of his family and getting to know a variety of different people. He knows how to deal with people and knows that a lot of problems can be solved by being a listening ear. Firearms ⫻ Drake likes guns... he's a mean shot with a pistol, and don't ask me what he can do with a carbine. Sealing ⫻ Taught to him by his father, Adam, Drake knows how to seal Apparitions by outlining a knight chess piece.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Ladies, off the market indefinitely." Drake carries a youthful and energetic aura around him; almost as if he is still a teenager, he still has the same energy. He's ready for anything exciting to go down, and his movements are quick and spastic; he can't seem to hold down all of that energy within him. However, he kind of acts like a model (a very goofy ahh) model as he's prone to making melodramatic poses, almost as if someone is taking a picture of him. It's weird. Though he has a great, well-shaped body from years of athleticismsm and bodybuilding, he will gladly remove his shirt and flex if you ask. He's exceptionally well-built, and his body has complemented his body shape well, though I will say his legs are the most defined because Drake was a runner before anything else. And he has a great ass, and his weiner is eight inches long. He is around the average height of a Caucasian male. Speaking of Caucasian, Drake is British and Japanese, but you wouldn't be able to tell given that he looks one hundred percent white other than the fact that his eyes are slanted. His skin is coated with various scars because he is a rough player when playing sports. His elbows are shit because he fell on them a lot, his knees are covered in nasty scabs, and his knuckles are scarred and bruised from fist fighting. His teeth are also very shitty because he's missing a few, and he should have gone to the dentist more. Regardless, the Blackmore Family has excellent genes. Drake Blackmore, here is a connoisseur of jackets! His favorite hobby is finding a cool ass jacket and flaunting it, his favorite being leather jackets. He dresses pretty simply, wearing jeans or shorts and a T-shirt with a jacket. He doesn't do the whole accessory thing except for sunglasses and his gloves... though Drake wears a wedding on his right hand and a silver ring that says ADAM on his index finger.

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"I'll do anything to get my hands on that bastard Wolf Father, or whatever the fuck he calls himself! He's dead."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Drake's primary goal in life was to find himself a purpose... as he spent his life running around, living it up, and now is wondering if that's how his legacy is going to be. He did not want to end up as nothing more than a party boy, so he decided to build something new with his wife, Jade, and continue the Blackmore legacy. However, now that Jade was murdered by Father Wolf, his new goal is to put the bastard six feet under, regardless of the costs.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Drake believes that everyone needs to have a purpose in life and to strive for something - except Drake doesn't know what his purpose is. Drake also has a personal creed to help people and positively impact the world, even if it is at the cost of himself. He tries to work towards improving society and protecting innocents who couldn't otherwise protect themselves. This is not rooted in Drake's arrogance but a genuine desire to help people. So, yeah, Drake has a little bit of a hero complex.

SECRETS ⫻ Drake keeps his trauma and grief a secret and pushes on as if it doesn't exist - he knows he cannot be vulnerable as people are relying on him. So he puts on a veneer of a happy-go-lucky bruiser when, in actuality, he's about to fall apart. Drake also keeps the fact that he was a vigilante who prowled the streets of St. Portwell for hostile Paranormal beings a secret.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Drake is as straight as an arrow, baby! Though, Drake hasn't been feeling all that sexual in the face of the death of his wife, Jade.

FEARS ⫻ Drake's little hero complex makes him deeply afraid of being unable to save someone - and he has failed to keep someone in the past during the battle with the Stygian Snake. He carries the weight of responsibility, and the fear of failure haunts him. Most importantly of all, Drake sincerely fears losing another member of the Blackmores.

REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Drake was seen favorably... in terms of his character. You see, during the fight with the Stygian Snake, Drake had made a lot of bad decisions that required him to be bailed out. Some members saw him as nothing more than an impulsive meathead, a liability, and he was in danger of being kicked out a few times. While others looked up to his bravery, moral character, and desire to help whenever he could. However, after the Stygian Snake's defeat, Drake left shortly after as he did not like the direction the Sycamore Tree Coven was going. He only accepted Auri's call because he wanted to put that bastard Father Wolf in a box after he killed his wife.

ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ Both a boon and a burden, Drake has participated in the many battles against the Stygian Snake using his Red-Lux spells. He is a powerhouse with his lightning spells but has made many reckless decisions... such as, after the death of his father Adam, going to face the Stygian Snake by himself and nearly getting killed. The Coven had to band together to bail him out of this mess, and several other times, Drake made a rash decision, and it blew up in his face. Fortunately, he survived - Unfortunately, it led to a good chunk of the group utterly despising him.

FLAWS ⫻ Now, Drake is a very headstrong and overly confident man; if there's something that Drake has set his mind to, it's very hard to talk him out of it. This has gotten him into deep trouble in the battle against the Stygian Snake, and nearly killed him a few times. Drake is also not good with authority and usually ends up just doing things his way - which has caused a lot of friction in the Old Coven. Drake has gotten better, but old habits die hard, and they're deeply engrained into his personality. Drake refuses to open up and ask for help, and will, even if it kills him, handle things on his own - and keeps his emotions bottled up whenever possible. Now, Drake has a deep-rooted hero complex, and that is one thing that's not going to change; he just has to be the one to save the day. He'll jump to help and protect people with his magic, even when it's detrimental to himself. There's just a certain excitement to him going out and fighting "evil."

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"First, my dad... I must learn to live without Jade."

Drake comes from the Blackmore lineage, a family of Adepts that go back to the Middle Ages and was one of the few families blessed by the Bull. Drake's father, Adam, was a second-generation immigrant from Britain who moved to the United States of America in hopes of finding a better life. He ended up in St. Portwell, where he met his future wife, Lisa Takahashi, and they had four kids: Victoria, Drake, Amanda, and Charles. Adam worked for the big businesses, had an excellent six-figure job, and guaranteed the Blackmore siblings the happiest life he could! Drake, however, was the most athletic and outgoing out of the Blackmore siblings, with his little sister Amanda being second. However, Drake was a nerd for medieval literature, even the corny stories where the knight goes to save the princess! He wanted to be a modern-day knight by upholding the ideals of kindness, gentlemanliness, and honor! Though Drake was a beast in whatever sport he played, he was inclined to Basketball! He tells people he was the star player on his school's basketball team, which led to his Kindling Event after winning the championship! It was spooky, and he talked to his father, Adam, who told him that Drake was the last of the siblings to gain an Abstraction.

Damn it.

Adam mentored his children, taking them out into the woods during the weekends to train them in their abstractions, and found that Drake had an affinity towards electricity and lightning! Naturally, Drake made spells where he could create semi-solid swords, axes, and other weapons made out of electricity. It was badass! Drake felt like he was finally becoming a knight... and his fantasies were about to take a very serious turn when a "dragon" came to St. Portwell. That "dragon" being the Stygian Snake, and Drake's first encounter with it was when Amanda desperately called Drake, saying that a group of monsters was attacking her and her friends. Drake quickly grabbed Victoria and Charles, and the three went to Amanda's friend's house.

Despite having magic, they were quickly overwhelmed by the horde of Abominable and Apparitions... until Adam stepped in and incinerated the monsters with a barrage of spells. However, the Stygian Snake had shown up, and Adam was forced to retreat with his children despite being a high-level Adept. Drake decided that he would defeat the Stygian Snake, and this was his journey! Drake ventured out at night and battled the Stygian Snake's minions - eventually getting caught by his older sister, Victoria, who had a better idea. Victoria had learned that a group of Paranormal teenagers, led by her friends Ashley, Daisy, and Auri, was forming to battle the Stygian Snake, and the Blackmore siblings couldn't resist but join the battle.

The Blackmores were under that very sycamore tree when the Coven had formed their pact, and they were some of the founding members of the Sycamore Tree Coven. They participated in battle after battle with the Stygian Snake, to no progress, and the being was getting even stronger. The Coven split up into several "battle parties" to go out and battle the Stygian Snake's minions, and usually, the Blackmores were together (with Drake calling them the "Blackmore Party"). One night, the Blackmore Party went out, and the Stygian Snake was sighted chasing a girl named Jade West, whom Drake had known from his class. The others thought she was a goner, but Drake went out and distracted the Stygian Snake long enough for Jade to get away. This caused the Apparition to turn its attention onto Drake and required him to be saved by the rest of the Coven.

Afterward, Drake found Jade, and the Coven patched up her injuries. he then told her about the Coven, and she asked to join - only on the condition she worked alongside Drake exclusively in this "Blackmore Party." A girl named Britney Williams told them about a few artifacts... and Drake went fuck that. He didn't believe that the artifacts existed and that it was a waste of time to search for them - in addition to not trusting the All-Verse. He was a part of the group that stayed beyond to keep the Stygian Snake's minions in check - but Victoria went with the group to find the Apparition Killer and Bull's ring. She told Drake not to do anything stupid and assured her everything would be okay.

However, dimensions moved at different times, and Victoria was gone for a couple of days... one night, the Stygian Snake attacked the Blackmore household and specifically targeted Adam. Drake was out with the Blackmore Party (minus one) and didn't even realize it was at the Blackmore household until he saw it in the sky. They rushed back, and they found Adam dying in the front yard when they returned. Drake and the Blackmores rushed to save their father, but he died from his injuries before they could do anything. This devestated the Blackmores, and they were frozen in shock - However, this made Drake mad. He rushed after the Stygian Snake, even after people begged him not to go, to finish the bastard once and for all...

... and got thoroughly trounced.

Drake was almost dead when the entire Coven, including the members on the expedition to the other universes, returned. A massive battle ensued in which members of the Coven were lost, but Drake was saved, and Jade had patched up his injuries. Though, the Sycamore Tree Coven were really pissed off at him for what he did. However, with the day of the eclipse the next day, they had little time to reprimand Drake and rushed to battle the Stygian Snake, which Ashley stabbed with the Apparition Killer while Drake pounded it with lightning. After the Snake had slithered to the tree they formed under, they completed the ritual and sealed the Apparition in the Sycamore Tree, freeing the world from its menace. Afterward, Drake agreed to have his memories wiped off its location and became a part of the Coven.

Many arguments and insults were thrown around, and Drake expected the Coven to go after other Apparitions. Instead, they floundered around while other bad guys were pooling into the city of St. Portwell to replace the Stygian Snake. From how Drake saw it, it was only a matter of time before another Apparition like the Snake reared its head, and the Coven should prepare for it. Not just that, but Drake had a problem with Britney Willaims forcing Apparitions and curses onto people and Daisy dragging a ten-year-old to fight a world-ending problem. So... Drake left the Coven reasonably early on and didn't as much as shed a tear when he found out that it had collapsed.

Jade left alongside Drake and confessed that she had feelings for Drake, and the two began dating shortly after. Drake was still grieving the loss of his father, and Jade was there to help him while he was unsure of what to do with his life. Drake didn't want to go to college, so he became a police officer for the St. Portwell Police Department because it was his way to make a difference and keep the community safe. However, Drake knew that the monsters were in his backyard and quickly put together a makeshift costume, so on his days off, he would go out at night and patrol the streets for hostile Paranormal beings. He was battling them with his abstraction and sealing Apparitions and throwing them into the ocean where they couldn't bother anyone else. It was a delicate process balancing his job as a police officer, his relationship with Jade, and battling the malicious Paranormal.

What made things complicated was that Drake got on one knee, and Jade said yes.

The two got married the following year, and Jade found out about his vigilanteism... and told him that it wasn't healthy and to stop before he got in over his head. Drake agreed to the sanctity of the marriage, and he took on a second job as an armed guard to build up money for their dreams. Jade wanted to travel, and Drake would take her to all the places she wanted! They planned a trip to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, and they enjoyed themselves... until the very end of the trip, when Jade didn't feel well and went back to their room to rest, insisting that Drake "drinks for the two of them." He stumbled back to their hotel room, drunk as they get... to find a pool of blood underneath the bathroom door. Frantic, Drake threw the door open and saw that Jade had been brutally stabbed. He clutched his wife in his arms as he screamed.

This was the worst day of his life.

Drake became reclusive, taking some time off work to get himself together. However, this was when he went out more than before, going out and battling hostile Paranormal beings, being more determined and brutal than before. It wasn't long until Auri reached out to him, and he was fully set on declining it until Auri said that Jade's killer had a name...

Father Wolf.

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"I'll fry Father Wolf alive."

TYPE ⫻ Adept.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Red & Purple Lux. Channeler: Adam's memorial and wedding rings.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Drake learned that he, at a young age, had an affinity towards lightning and electricity from his late father, Adam Blackmore - it was a favored element from Drake. Through exploring this affinity, Drake developed a series of spells and became famous in the Old Coven. Despite it all, Drake is a very seasoned and well-trained Adept due to his constant personal training, being trained by his father in his youth, and developing new spells to assist with his vigilante work. Drake has four different "spell groups" or disciplines for himself: The "Electric-Arsenal," in which Drakes crafts semi-solid weaponry out of electricity and The "Lightning-God," a collection of different electricity-based spells, The "Son of Adam," which are spells his father taught him and other spells shared between the Blackmore siblings, and finally, The "Dragon," which are pyromancery and ash-based spells. Drake is more in tune with the Red Lux, almost entirely neglecting his Purple Lux, which he uses vary sparingly. However, he is gradually learning to work it into his Spellbook.

THE ELECTRIC-ARSENAL ⫻ Drake's primary offensive weapon that he has tweaked and fine-tuned through a lifetime of practice, training, and necessity. Through Drake's near-mastery of the electrified realm, he has made himself a scary arsenal of semi-solid weapons. Known as the Lightning-Arsenal, he has a variety of different weapons, each one crackling with untamed energy, much like Drake, and ready to unleash hell upon his enemies. These spells are almost exclusively Red-Lux, but Drake is diving into Purple-Lux to incorporate Time and Movement Magic to enhance this discipline. Drake can only create one type of electric weapon at a time and typically cannot create more than two.

Voltblade ⫻ A longsword crackling with arcs of electricity. Its blade pulses with a vibrant electric glow. Upon contact, it can deliver devastating shocks and wounds to enemies. His Purple Lux enhances its electrified edge, allowing Drake to strike with lightning-fast precision and overwhelm his enemies with a flurry of electrifying blows. Drake can create two Voltblades at a time, one for each hand.

The Voltbuster ⫻ An enhanced version of the Voltblade, a colossal weapon crackling with torrents of electricity, designed to unleash devastating blows and electrifying shocks upon whichever poor bastard gets hit by it. It is enormous, about three times the length of Drake's body, and isn't as sharp as the Voltblade. However, it's more of a powerful siege tool that hits with far more force than the Voltblade and far more electricity behind it. Drake can only create one Voltbuster at a time.

Battle-Axe ⫻ A small, double-edged battle axe that pulses with waves of electrifying energy. Its compact size and lightweight design make it ideal for swift maneuvers. At the same time, its electrified edge delivers powerful shocks that immobilize and incapacitate enemies with each impact. Drake can only create two axes at a time.

Thunderguard ⫻ A round shield enveloped in an aura of crackling electrical energy to protect against attack while electrifying any poor schmuck who touches it. When wielded by Drake, the Thunderguard forms a barrier of electricity in one of his hands. Its electrified surface can unleash explosive energy, launching a shockwave of electrical force that will send anyone nearby flying. Drake can only create one Thunderguard at a time, but he can also create a weapon, such as a Voltblade or Battleaxe, to use in his other hand.

Electric-Flail ⫻ A flail composed of electrified chains crackling with lightning sparks, ending in a spiked ball that emits electricity. Its flexible chains can deliver electrifying strikes that leave the poor bastard who gets hit by it wishing their mother used the coat hanger. With one swing, it becomes a whirlwind of electrified devastation! Drake can only create one at a time.

Stormbreaker ⫻ A massive Warhammer with a heavy head that crackles with lightning. While heavy and unwieldy, it allows Drake to crush his foes and send out powerful shockwaves of electricity. It's the perfect weapon for ignoring defenses and shattering defenses. Drake can only create one at a time.

Thunder-Lance ⫻ A formidable and massive lance with a long shaft is pulsating with
electricity with a razor-sharp tip that'll impale foes. The Thunder-Lance is ridiculously long, three times the length of Drake's body, and can be used as a thrusting instrument or a slashing one (Somehow, don't ask questions). It's one of Drake's favored weapons. Drake can only create one at a time.

The Long-Hard Blackmore Stick ⫻ The Long-Hard Blackmore Stick is a simple staff weapon that Drake primarily developed to indicate that he has a weapon named... The Long-Hard Blackmore Stick. It's a simple staff created like the rest of the Lightning Arsenal that is lightweight and meant for quick engagements and keeping foes at a distance.

Thunderstruck ⫻ Thunderstruck is a bow and arrow set designed to unleash electrifying arrows upon Drake's enemies from a distance. It is massive, longer than Drake's entire body, and can unleash shocking arrows rapidly using both Red and Purple Lux. Drake can only create one at a time.

Halberd ⫻ Another weapon with a long, pulsating shaft (Drake asserts he's not gay) that cackles with electricity. The Halberd versatile weapon allows him to deliver sweeping strikes and electrifying thrusts that cleave through enemies with lethal precision. The Thunder Halberd's reach and versatility make it ideal for engaging enemies at a distance and incapacitating them with electrifying force. It was Drake's favored weapon. Drake can only create one at a time.

The Electric-Guitar ⫻ Created in collaboration with his sister, Amanda, and inspired by Sylvia Cruz and Simone Le Fay (sort of). As the name implies, it's a guitar made of lightning! It looks like a spiky electric guitar but is primarily used as a blunt instrument. However, it has a unique magical attribution: Drake can create special sound blasts to launch the opponent black by playing on the riffs. Drake can only create one at a time.

The Two-Headed-Monster ⫻ Linqian created a dildo made out of lightning! A young Drake Blackmore had no choice but to one-up her by not only creating his version of the Lightning Dildo but a three-headed one. In contrast, Drake can only create one at a time but should create zero Two-Headed Monsters.

The Future? ⫻ Who knows what the future may bring? Drake feels like his Electric Arsenal is redundant and needs updating. Drake is working on merging the Electric Arsenal with his Lightning-God discipline, so maybe eventually, he could learn tricks as such as telekinetically manipulating his weapons, creating hundreds, and more.

LIGHTNING-GOD ⫻ The secondary spells that Drake used as an offensive weapon, but less cohesive than his Electric Arsenal. The Lightning God discipline is a collection of lightning-themed spells that do not fall under the Electric Arsenal. It's technically the first discipline that Drake developed, but at the same time it is incomplete, as he quickly abandoned the discipline to focus on the Electric-Arsenal. The Lightning-God is Red-Lux, but it's the discipline in which he uses Purple-Lux the most (other than The Son of Adam).

Zeus's Lightning ⫻ This Spells channels Drake's inner-Zeus, the cool, lightning-chucking, All-Father and not the God that fucked a cow one time. This spell allows Drake to create and physically hurl bolts of lightning at his enemies. With a commanding gesture, Drake summons a lightning bolt from the sky and shapes them into a javelin-like projectile. He can control how fast (or how slow) they can go, but at the top speeds they can travel at blinding speeds.

Electric-Aura ⫻ Or the "fuck off" aura, one of the first spells that Drake had developed. By channeling his mastery over lightning magic, Drake can generate a shimmering field of blue-white crackling electricity surrounding his body and anything he touches. While this is active, it provides no defense or enhancements beyond making it foolish to touch him and enhance his physical strikes. He can make a partial-field or one that fully envelopes him.

Thunderbolt ⫻ Thunderbolt is a spell that unleashes a concentrated blast of lightning from Drake's fingertips, one that he can charge to be more devastating. By focusing and channeling the power of thunderstorms itself, Drake charges a powerful bolt of lightning out of his fingertips. One that, if appropriately charged, can electrify and stagger even the most potent Paranormal-Beings. However, he must be immobile while charging it.

Flight ⫻ is one of Drake's first developed spells and one of the few spells that almost exclusively channels Purple-Lux. Flight allows Drake to defy gravity and soar through the air, leaving behind a trail of lightning as he flies. Drake can levitate and propel himself through the air at incredible speeds, traversing vast distances and easily evading enemy attacks.

Ride the Lightning ⫻ One of Drake's "ultimate weapons" to use in his "fight against evil" and bringing peace to St. Portwell. Using a mixture of Purple and Red Lux, Drake charges forward by surrounding himself in a solid-orb of electrical energy. With this spell, he can gravely injure some of the strongest Paranormal-Beings out there.

Works in progress ⫻ Since Drake is working on developing the Lightning-God discipline further, Drake has developed some more spells that primarily utilize his Purple-Lux.

Thunderstep ⫻ Drake has attempted to harness the power of lightning to facilitate a form of teleportation teleportation. However, the results are less than reliable. When activated, Drake vanishes from one location in a blinding lightning bolt... but he hasn't worked out the kinks yet and can't control its destination. So far, Drake has ended up on top of trees, the sky, and the ocean - thankfully, he can't teleport inside the solid objects. So, the spell's erratic nature and lack of control make it practically useless, which frustrates Drake. Nonetheless, he continues experimenting and refining the Lightning Step to unlock its full potential.

Arc Lightning Field ⫻ The Arc Lightning Field is an experimental spell that Drake is developing, utilizing both Purple & Red Lux for a devastating combination. Drake creates a box that slows down the movement of anything within that lacks an Emotional-Field by using his Purple Lux while ravaging the poor sucker inside with erratic lightning. The intention is to make one large enough to cover several city blocks and bypass Emotional-Fields; however, since it's in the testing phase, it is precarious and unreliable. He can hardly create the field half the time; if he can, it will only last for a few moments before it falls apart and dissipates.

Electromancy ⫻ The pinnacle and end-all-be-all for Drake's lightning magic, one that supersedes not just the Lightning-God discipline, or the Electric arsenal discipline, but his ultimate magic. Electromancy allows Drake to manipulate and control electrical currents on a scale never before seen. With a mere thought, he can summon thunderstorms from clear skies, unleash devastating bolts of lightning that cleave through buildings, and command the element to his will. Electromancy's potential is staggering, with the ability to rival even the strongest Paranormal-Beings and will allow the "Lightning-God" discipline to live up to its name. In its current form, Electromancy is still in its infancy, and it cannot control electricity beyond what the Lightning-God discipline currently entails.

SON OF ADAM ⫻ Adam Blackmore was considered to be a master of Purple & Red Lux and had thousands of different spells under his belt. Spells that he attempted to pass onto Drake, but as it turns out, Drake was far too hard-headed to utilize the spells that Adam taught him. From feeble attempts at Lumomancy to comically unreliable Teleportation magic, each spell in this hapless arsenal reflects Drake's journey to discovering his affinity in Lightning and developing his primary spell-groups.

Lumomancy ⫻ Drake's attempts at Lumomancy often result in feeble attempts to summon dim, flickering lights or tiny sparks that barely illuminate his surroundings. Despite his efforts to channel his father's teachings, Drake's lack of focus and enthusiasm for light manipulation leaves much to be desired, making this spell useless.

Aeromancy ⫻ Drake's level of Aeromancy yields laughably weak gusts of wind that barely rustle leaves or ruffle hair. Despite his father's attempts to instill the principles of air manipulation, Drake's lackadaisical approach to the discipline results in ineffectual breezes that provide little more than a gentle breeze on a warm day.

Portal Creation ⫻ Drake's experiments with Portal Creation lead to chaotic and unwieldy disasters as his attempts to open portals result in unstable rifts that collapse upon themselves moments after being created. His father's teachings on interdimensional travel and portal creation were lost on Drake. Though Victoria has been teaching him somewhat... instead of working against his nature, she is trying to teach him how to create portals out of electricity.

Chronomancy ⫻ Drake begrudgingly engaged in half-ass attempts to grasp the intricacies of Chronomancy, spurred by his father's insistence on tapping into the most potent aspect of Purple Lux. However, his efforts yield only feeble results, as Drake struggles to harness time manipulation with zero luck or success. Despite occasional attempts to concentrate and focus on changing the flow of time, Drake's lack of genuine interest and commitment to the Spell results in hilariously ineffective results. Though he's learning some aspects of it, such as for his Arc Lightning Field, Chronomancy is not his forte. He'll likely never develop this Spell until he undergoes some major growing like his father did.

THE DRAGON ⫻ A discipline that Drake has been developing recently, though it comes from the fragments that his father taught him (what little of it stuck to Drake). Drake created The Dragon Spellgroup from those fragments, inspired by Linqian and other fire benders in the Old Coven. Since Fire is also one of Drake's affinities, he has a straightforward time developing the Dragon Discipline. Unlike regular flames, this fire is a vibrant blue color.

Fire God ⫻ This collection of spells represents Drake's burgeoning mastery over fire magic, inspired by his affinity for pyromancy and his determination to harness its destructive potential.

The Flameblade ⫻ Using a similar method to Drake's Electric Arsenal, Drake conjures a blade of pure flame from the depths of his hot-blooded soul. The fiery weapon dances with flames fueled by Drake's firey rage, and much like the Electric Arsenal, it's somehow solid. It can cleave through flesh and bone like an actual blade (though Drake missed the memo on the point of, you know, a sword).

Fireball ⫻ One of the few spells that his father taught him that Drake caught on to. Drawing upon the primal fury of flames, Drake conjures a sphere of fire in his hands, and Drake can hurl the Fireball at will. He can create a fireball the size of a basketball that'll leave behind a trail of swirling fire behind it. He can make several fireballs one after the other and put them in both hands.

Shotgun Fireball ⫻ Building upon the explosive potential of the Fireball spell, Drake channels the chaotic energy of fire into a burst of literal firepower. With focus, he fragments the fiery sphere into smaller projectiles like a hail of flaming meteorites. Each projectile is far weaker than a full-fledged fireball, but the Shotgun Fireball spreads further and is devastating at close range.

Flamethrower ⫻ Drake conjures a roaring column of fire out of his hands, much like an actual flamethrower. Drake creates a fiery torrent directed toward his enemies; however, it has a concise range of around two meters, making it an effective short-range weapon of destruction.

Explosion ⫻ In an attempt to harness the volatile energies of combustion, Drake attempts to develop the spell "Explosion." However, it has yielded less-than-ideal results, as the spell proves to be highly unpredictable and unreliable. When invoked, "Explosion" manifests as a burst of fiery energy that erupts at a chosen location; however, it is wildly inconsistent. At times, the explosion may be disappointingly feeble, barely strong enough to singe a few hairs. At the same time, on other occasions, it might unleash a catastrophic detonation that engulfs even Drake. Due to its inconsistent nature, Drake struggles to control this spell and finds himself at the mercy of its unpredictable results.

Ash-Storm ⫻ Amidst his exploration of pyromantic arts, Drake has begun to experiment with a spell he tentatively calls the Ash-Storm. However, in its current state, the spell remains erratic and unreliable, barely living up to its potential. When Drake attempts to use the spell, he struggles to control the power he seeks to unleash, resulting in a lackluster display of some ash specks spawning - rather than the swirling tempest of fiery destruction he envisions. Despite its shortcomings, Drake remains diligent in developing the Ash-Storm spell. Recognizing its potential as a destructive weapon, engulfing the battlefield in a swirling maelstrom of ash and flame.

Dragon-Dive ⫻ A mixture of Red and Purple Lux and the fire version of his "Ride the Lightning" Spell. It's a simple spell; if Drake is in mid-air, he launches downwards toward his target like a rocket. As he descends, flames surround Drake and leave behind a fire trail. Drake crashes down with the force of a meteor, unleashing an explosion that launches fire in all directions.

LIMITS ⫻

THE ELECTRIC-ARSENAL ⫻ The weapons in the Electric Arsenal require a significant amount of energy to use, draining Drake's stamina with each use. Overusing these abilities can lead to exhaustion and potentially render Drake unable to cast further spells or wield his electric weapons. Despite their power, weapons in the Electric Arsenal are limited by Drake's physical strength and endurance. Using heavy weapons like the Voltbuster and Stormbreaker requires significant physical exertion.

LIGHTNING-GOD ⫻ Some of the most potent Lightning God spells rely on atmospheric conditions such as storm clouds or electrical disturbances. Drake's ability to cast these spells may be severely hampered without suitable weather patterns, and on a sunny day, Drake is the weakest, ironically. Drake's lightning-based attacks are more effective in environments with high conductivity levels, such as open fields or urban areas with metal structures. His spells may be less potent or ineffective in areas with poor conductivity, such as deserts or insulated interiors. Channeling vast amounts of electrical energy through his body carries the risk of overload, which can lead to physical exhaustion, mental strain, or even injury if Drake pushes himself too far beyond his limits. Zeus' Lightning and Thunderbolt require Drake to be immobile... though it doesn't count if he's floating using his flight as long as he's stationary in the air.

SON OF ADAM ⫻ Drake's lack of interest and commitment to mastering these spells severely limits their effectiveness. They often produce only minor, inconsequential results, are highly inconsistent, or fail to achieve their intended purpose.

THE DRAGON ⫻ First and foremost, Drake cannot mix his Dragon Spells with his Electric Arsenal or Lightning God Spell groups - he has to choose fire or lightning. The fiery nature of the Dragon spellgroup makes them particularly sensitive to environmental conditions. In damp or rainy environments, the effectiveness of the spells may be diminished, as water can dampen the intensity of the flames and reduce their destructive potential. While powerful, the Dragon spells are most effective at close to mid-range combat. At longer distances, their effectiveness diminishes, and Drake may struggle to target distant foes with his pyromantic attacks accurately. While powerful, the Dragon spells primarily focus on offensive firepower, offering limited versatility in terms of defensive or utility capabilities.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ It's water. You can beat Drake with a cup of fucking water.

THE ELECTRIC-ARSENAL ⫻ The effectiveness of the Electric Arsenal may be diminished in certain conditions, such as heavy rain or extreme humidity, which can interfere with the conductivity of electricity and weaken the power of Drake's spells and weapons. If his guns get drenched in Water, they'll be destroyed, and he'll have to remake them. Also, these weapons are bright and loud and interfere with his sense of vision, sight, and smell.

LIGHTNING-GOD ⫻ Water is a natural conductor of electricity, and Drake's lightning spells may be less effective or even backfire in environments with high moisture levels or standing water. This causes these spells to explode in his face if he isn't careful. Drake's lightning-based attacks demand precision aiming and timing to ensure maximum effectiveness, leaving him vulnerable to agile adversaries capable of evasive maneuvers. These spells are also bright, flashy, and loud, throwing stealth and any subtly out the window, temporarily blinding and deafening him as he has zero resistance to bright lights and sound.

SON OF ADAM ⫻ Drake's haphazard attempts to use Son of Adam spells can sometimes result in unintended consequences or backlash. These unforeseen consequences pose a risk to both Drake and those around him, making the spells inherently dangerous. For example, when attempting to use the Teleportation spell, Drake could miscalculate or fail to establish a stable connection with the destination. This can result in partial materialization, leaving Drake momentarily trapped in an object or even a different dimension. However, these spells are useless anyway.

THE DRAGON ⫻ The fiery nature of the Dragon spells makes them vulnerable to water-based attacks or environments. Water can extinguish flames and dampen the intensity of pyromantic spells, rendering Drake's fire-based abilities less effective or even completely nullifying them in wet conditions. Drake isn't fully immune to fire, so the intense heat generated by the Dragon spells can be a double-edged sword, posing a risk of overheating Drake if used excessively. If not used safely or correctly, Drake can burn himself with his fire.

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"...WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY CIGARETTES?!?!?!"

Drake Blackmore, one of my oldest characters, converted to Recollections. He was a joy to rewrite, and I'm hoping he'll still be fun to play as he was... like over ten years ago. lol

Drake's Relationships

Britney.Williams
"The ends do not justify the means because they're shaped and defined by them." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake and Britney did not interact much during the battle with the Stygian Snake. That mainly was left up to his older sister Victoria; however, once it came out, just what Britney was doing to people was to rope them into the fight... Drake's opinion of her took a nose dive, and she was one of the main reasons he left the old Coven. Drake thinks that Auri was out of her damn mind for inviting her and Luca back. The other Blackmores respected Britney initially, with Victoria being her friend. However, they vehemently disapproved her actions and her continued participation in the Old Coven. Though, Victoria mediated when the others were going too far.
Alizée.Altieri
"Maybe I was too harsh on you... Maybe we could have helped you..." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Hider Drake and Alizée were incredibly close during the fight against the Stygian Snake, with Alizée being an honorary member of the "Blackmore Party." The two fought bravely, and Drake saw Alizée as his little sister, which hurt when Drake and the others discovered that Alizée was going out at night and hurting people. During his brief time in the old Coven, Drake gave Alizée nothing but the cold shoulder, and the fact that she wasn't kicked out was one of the reasons Drake left. He had no idea Alizée and Ashley fought, or she was kicked out. Since then, Drake has been hoping to run into her while doing his vigilante work and put an end to her. Drake has no clue that Alizée is dead, and when he does, he'll probably feel some regret for not doing more to help her. The other Blackmores didn't like Alizee at all for what she was doing, however Victoria felt as if they should had helped her rather than treat her like a monster.
Linqian.Han
"Firecracker hated Victoria. And I hated Jinhai." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake and Linqian got along reasonably well, with their firey personalities and abstractions synergizing well. However, it was ironic given that Drake despised her older brother, and Linqian despised his older sister. Despite that, the two kept in touch, and Drake was saddened to hear that she also lost someone to Father Wolf. Victoria and Linqian famously didn't get along, however Victoria always thought that she was a dumbass. Amanda and the other Blackmores got along with her.
Luca.Oliviera
"He's still dealing with that Apparition?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake and Luca didn't have much of a relationship of note. Luca joined the Coven towards the end of the battle with the Stygian Snake, and Drake left shortly after. However, he was one of Britney's victims, and thus, Drake feels some guilt for not pushing for the Coven to help him. He is saddened to hear that, even after ten years, Luca still has the Apparition adjoined to him. Drake will stop at nothing until Luca gets help. The other Blackmores wished to help Luca out with his problem, however they were simply not equipped for it.
Sloane.Faris
"I took things too far." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Hider Drake and Sloane have a bit of an odd relationship. Given Sloane's attitude, she would be just another member of the old Coven Drake would have hated. However, the two have a professional partnership, given that Sloane and Drake have a similar mindset of protecting St. Portwell from supernatural forces. has been marking dangerous Paranormals for Drake to defeat, and Jade saved Sloane's life after she distracted the Stygian Snake. The two have been ridiculously close until Jade's death. Drake and Sloane were previously allied, helping each other but after an incident where Sloane pushed Drake's one button, he hit her. He deeply regrets his actions and hopes to fix things he knows he can't. Victoria respected Sloane and knew where her heart lay... despite her being rough around the edges. She is pissed at Drake for losing his cool and hitting her, but understands that she was out of line. Though, Amanda and the other Blackmores passionately disliked her.
Tayla.Choi
"She looks different. I don't know how she will back up her big words." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake and Tayla didn't exactly get along too well, given that she was one of the most scathing critics of Drake's reckless stunts. Drake didn't care; he thought she was nothing but a square... but he felt sorry for her once her boyfriend, James, was killed distracting the Stygian Snake. Afterward, she disappeared, but Drake heard that she had fallen into hard drugs. There's that fleeting thought to try and patch things up with Tayla. The other Blackmores didn't interact with Tayla much, but Victoria understood why she left.
"Edict".Devola
"The more things change, the more they stay the same..." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	For starters, Drake refuses to call him Edict. In the old Coven, Drake, and Greyson did not like each other. The two were the classic example of when egos collide, which has led to them being openly antagonistic towards each other. The old Coven probably vividly remembers that they got into a fistfight with each other that was cheered on by some before it was broken up. Drake was probably the most openly antagonistic towards Greyson and called to have him removed due to his shady roots. After the Stygian Snake was defeated, Drake only heard secondhand about Greyson from Victoria and the others. He is thrilled to have to deal with Greyson again. Victoria knew of the Devola name and attempted to keep Drake in line lest they break his knees. Though, they told Drake of how much of a scumbag he was in the Old Coven. Victoria is personally surprised Auri invited him back.
Jack.Hawthorne
"Last I heard, he was on his adventure." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Many would think that Drake and Jack did not like each other... with Drake constantly dunking on Jack every chance he could and openly finding his edgy schtick intolerable. However, beneath it all, Drake respected Jack and his contributions to the old Coven; as edgy as he is, it took balls to fight the Stygian Snake. Perhaps deep down it was some friendship. The two fell out of contact after Drake left, but according to Victoria, he went on an adventure in the All-Verse. Drake respected that. Alongside his decision to return, however, Drake feels that he may have been too impulsive and messed things up by attacking Sloane. Victoria and Jack worked together in their missions to recover the Apparition Killer and Bull's Ring and hold him in high regard. Amanda constantly dunked on him, too.
"Sully".McPherson
"THE BEER CHALICE!" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Possibly the closet person to Drake in the Old Coven, second to the Blackmore siblings. A member of the affectionately claimed "Jock Squad" with Leon, Stormy, and himself, Drake vividly remembers partying with Sully while in the Old Coven (and also sneaking into a few with Jade after he left). He was the one to first make the Cum Chalice joke about Sully's Agent. Drake kept in touch, and they partied a few times afterward but fell out of touch for a little bit after Sully fell on hard times. Drake's marriage with Jade had just started. He was happy to see Sully make it out of the woods and to see him again. Victoria, surprisingly enough, respected Sully for his parties as they helped the others relieve stress and brought some of the more shy members of the Old Coven out of their shells. She regards Sully as a family friend, while Amanda loved partying with him.
Leon.Richoux
"Howl, wolfman!" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Another member of the Jocksquad that Drake vividly remembers fighting alongside. Though he admits that he wasn't as close to Leon as he could have been, Drake remembers Leon punching monsters to death, and he thought that was pretty badass. It was short of the inspiration for his Lightning-Aura spells, but Drake was at the very least during the fight against Lady Lelou. He saw it getting sealed into Leon, and Drake was pushing for the Wolflady to get sealed into some rock or something. The Old Coven didn't help, and Drake left - but kept in touch with him, seeing him often at his gym. Victoria and the other Blackmores have no strong or notable opinions of Leon
Stormy.Carson
"I wonder if he ever made that magic condom..." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	The good ol' shield to Drake's sword! Literally. Stormy was a member of the Jock squad, as Drake calls them, and a proficient barrier generator that saved Drake's ass a few times. Stormy was there when Drake managed to get himself killed trying to save Jade nearly and after Drake let his emotions get the best of him. Drake appreciates that and how he wasn't open about criticizing him for his actions during the fight against the Stygian Snake. Drake made sure to keep in touch and earned respect from Drake for refusing to give Britney a break. The rest of the Blackmore family deeply respects Stormy's help in the Old Coven's battle with the Stygian Snake.
Anya.Baksh
"Victora has told to never trust you. " _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake has hardly, if ever, interacted with Anya. They were in two different cliques, but the few interactions that Drake has had with her have made him not want to interact with her at all. Despite not contributing much to the fight against the Stygian Snake, she believes she is superior and full of herself. Drake didn't even realize that she had returned, but he would always keep his eye on her. Victoria worked with Anya in the Old Coven and learned that she is probably not the person she says she is. She warned Drake not to trust her and to keep her eye on her. Meanwhile, the other Blackmores didn't like her either.
Evelynn.Serenelight
"Your abstraction is nothing but a guess anybody could make. I am only concerned about what's happening here and now." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake and Lynn didn't interact a whole lot in the Old Coven (though he thought that it was ridiculous that she went out with the trio in fights against the Stygian Snake). Drake didn't find Lynn's abstraction reliable and barely listened to any of her predictions. However, he was friendly towards her nonetheless, especially since she was friends with Victoria. Victoria liked Lynn and thought very highly of her, taking her predictions deadly seriously when taking action. Amanda liked drinking and partying with her and kept in touch.
Lila.Blackwood
"You finally grew a spine; I'm proud of you." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake and Lila hardly, if ever, interacted, but had a feeling that Lila didn't like him. He respects Lila not only for fighting in the Coven despite her lack of confidence but also for finding herself and discovering the person she was always meant to be. Despite Lila's dislike of him, Drake will be friendly towards her. The rest of the Blackmores did not feel one way or the other about Lila.
Jasper.Wilde
"Art bro!" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake has a similar stance to Jasper as he does to Jack, ironically enough. He constantly dunked on him for being a hipster artsy-nerd, but underneath it all, there was a sense of brotherhood between them. He respects Jasper for following his dreams and becoming an artist despite thinking he's a lame ass hipster! Though, at the time, Drake didn't like how he constantly rode Sloane. Drake calls him his "Art-Bro". The other Blackmores didn't feel one way or the other about Jasper.
Adora.Phoenix-Prescott
"I know you don't like me, but I should have saved Lisa..." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake and Adora constantly butted heads in the Old Coven. Adora was continually critical of Drake's stunts, how he never took it all seriously, and how he always partied, and Drake always thought that she was a self-righteous bitch. Despite his dislike of her, Drake understood where Adora was coming from and respected her for her contributions to the fight, and he felt some pang of guilt for the deaths of Saskia and Lisa. At first, he thought she was a crybaby for ghosting the Coven, but Victoria managed to get him to turn around. He has no clue that she returned to the Coven, but he would be friendly with her despite it all. Victoria didn't like Adora or Lisa but respected both due to their contributions in the fight against the Stygian Snake. Victoria was saddened by Lisa's death and understood why Adora had gone ghost, though she thought that Adora should never have come back. The rest of the Blackmores didn't like Adora either but understood she was too strong to get rid of.
Layla.Hyacinthus
"... Who?" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake was heavily against a ten-year-old in the Coven, and he was on the leadership's ass about it. Despite that, Layla was always lowkey and kept to herself, but Drake was always suspicious of her. Though, as far as he could tell, she was just a nobody in the grand scheme. The rest of the Blackmores had little idea about her.
Luna.Inoue
"... Auri must be out of her damn mind if she lets her back in." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake and Luna hardly interacted with each other, and he always had a bad feeling about her. That lousy feeling turned out to be very warranted when it turned out that Luna was poaching members of the Old Coven for the local mafia group. Drake despised her for that and was happy to hear she was booted from the Old Coven. However, if Luna tries to worm her way back in, Drake would be the first to want her ass gone. The rest of the Blackmores practically share the same sentiment as Drake.
Aislin.Rose
"She's my friend but she's too naive." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake was the one who brought Aislin into the Coven after saving her from Alizee... Drake and Aislin, since then, have had a very close friendship that extended to after the Old Coven had fallen apart. However, Drake thought Aislin was too forgiving of Alizee for what happened. Despite it all, Drake invited Aislin to his wedding with Jade. The rest of the Blackmores don't interact with Aislin much in the Old Coven, but they still see her as a friend.
Kenshiro.Murakin
"The man! The Legend! The greatest!" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	An extremely close friend to not just Drake but the rest of the Blackmores. He was there to save the guy from the Stygian Snake when he first arrived in St. Portwell, and since then, the two have been close - probably the closest person he's been to outside of the Jock Squad. Even after the defeat of the Stygian Snake, the two have remained close, and Kenshiro visits the Blackmore estate, often telling tales of adventures and offering gifts. As stated before, Kenshiro is a friend to all the Blackmore siblings, even Victoria. She takes the triplets on the land that Kenshiro owns when he comes around.
Ayrin/Aaron.Thorne
"Be your true self, that's all I can say." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Another one of Drake's buddies during the fight with the Stygian Snake. Drake often got Emily off their back when she was being an asshole, and the two fought alongside each other. Drake sees Ayrin/Aaron as a friend and wonders when (or if) they will return. The rest of the Blackmores don't feel one way or the other about Aaron/Ayrin.
Amara.King
"Friend." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Despite hardly interacting with one another, Drake and Amara had a good relationship. They partied whenever and Drake thought that she was one of the few members of the "smart club" that didn't have a stick up their ass. However, they fell out of touch after Drake left the Old Coven. The other Blackmores don't feel one way or the other about Amara.
The.Void.Heart
"Glad they put you away." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Drake never trusted the Void Heart and despised him for turning Alizee into his puppet. However, he felt he should have eliminated The Void Heart before it became a problem for the rest of St. Portwell.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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