silvermist1116

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@The Ghost Note Issac is Sabrina's brother. I'll PM you the sheet. Will the information on the new be different?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Just astro-projection boop her in her dreams.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Vashti accepted his advice. He smiled genuinely. Had it been anyone else in the Coven he doubts they'd have taken his words to heart or listened to his whole explanation. She's levelheaded, that's a good trait to have in a group of hotheads and self-absorbed. He leaned back in his chair, eyes looked over Emily again. He hopes she wakes up soon. It'll be sign of healing and he wants her up and catty and lively. But perhaps she won't be herself at all. Babylon killed one of their own to get out of her. He can't imagine seeing something like that. If he could be in her place he would trade places. Her sister needs her. If she doesn't wake soon, then he'll find someone that'll help all of them with breaking curses and such.

“So, when exactly were you going to tell me you had a magical lion?”

Herik looked at Vashti, his smile cheeky, then laughter bellowed from his mouth. It hurt to laugh, but he couldn't help it. It was funny to him. "I'm surprised as you are, Vashti. I don't know where Asta came from, but he appeared and I'm grateful he did." He rubbed his tattoo, the lion as regal and beautiful as ever. It went back to its original position on his arm. Under the ink he can't see the sigil that was there when Asta stood beside him.

"If I had to guess I think my mother has something to do with it." He caressed the image, eyes far away. The sigil matched the one his mother has. He always thought it was a tattoo, but maybe it was more than that. He's never seen her use powers. Doesn't mean she didn't have them. Just meant he never noticed and not much gets by him when people go through changes. She could have had it his whole life and that's why he never noticed. He'll have to ask when she wakes up.

"But that's just a guess. I know how magic works, but I don't know everything." He looked up, smile sad. "I'll ask her when she wakes up."

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Ilsa finally made it. Bout time.

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Two questions: I finished my sheet. Can I post it now or should I wait?
What happened to Issac?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Vashti let go of his hand and expressed feelings he knew she'd been holding in for along time. He knew she was hurting before he even said anything. The situations the Coven gets in are overwhelming and without time to process what happened it can get to anyone. He wants her to find freedom in letting go, but it's not that simple. He knows that. He's not sure if he has the right words to help, but his mother's advice never failed him. Maybe it'll help Vashti. He turned to face her in his chair, his eyes held contact with hers.

"You have a lot to worry about right now, but I know for a fact that you getting kicked out for saying or doing something wrong isn't going to happen. If you heard the things those girls said to each other at every meeting and heard all the arguments you wouldn't be concerned, so rest your mind on that issue."

He pulled a quarter out of his pocket.

"I used to have a similar problem of control growing up. Not extra-normal, regular normal, but it'll apply." He closed Vashti's fist around the quarter. "Around the time I was a teenager I shot up like a tree. I got muscles and had a new strength I didn't know how to control. I hugged my mother so hard once she got bruises, so she put me in wrestling. Said it would help channel my strength to something productive and learn control. That only helped so much. It didn't so anything to calm my aggression. When I was sixteen I got kicked off the team for breaking a guy's jaw with my fist. I was angry he came onto my girlfriend at the time. I didn't mean to hit him that hard, but I did. My mother gave me a coin and told me that whenever I felt overwhelmed or am about to make a bad decision to squeeze the coin. It's a focal point to make you stop and think about how you're feeling at that moment. To second guess if you want to do or say what you're thinking. It might help with controlling Leviathan. If you're not panicked about it taking control, then it won't. If you're emotionally stronger than it, then it can't take advantage of you. It'll take practice, but that's what'll make it perfect."

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

So the Coven was definitely going on Schmidt's ship. He knows the girls don't listen to reason much, but he had to try anyway. At the very least so they know someone in the group will be heartbroken if anything happened to them. Vashti agreed with him. It's a first that someone cared about what he had to say and saw it the way he did. For the little time she's been here he knows she cares. He likes that a lot. Does she gets attached to people easily like him? No one else had anything to say about her storming off, even though she's right. Kayla's probably in the wind. She always had an separate agenda than the rest of them. He's not properly processed Elise's death or Babylon getting away with murder. It's a lot more than he bargained for. He picked up his crutches and got off Madison's truck.

"I'll stick with Emily and Vashti. Be safe. We're a call away if you need us." He slowly hobbled away from the group and into the hospital. It took him twenty minutes to get from the parking garage to Emily's room. The hospital is not travel friendly for the physically disabled, even if his condition is temporary. He knocked on the door, then came into the room, closing the door behind him. Emily didn't look any better, just pale, sickly, and like she was dying. He hoped she didn't. Not when they've already lost someone important to the group. He sat in a car near her bedside next to Vashti, he placed the crutches on the floor beside him.

"You know, I remember the last thing Elise did for me. She saved me from the FBI. She was a good kid. Not really social, but eager to study Extra-Humans like I am. I thought maybe we could have learned more together, but that didn't happen. The mess we get ourselves into." He sighed tiredly. "I hope she knew I cared for her and was thankful she saved me. I did thank her for it, but a lot of things in the Coven gets said and it'd hard to tell when it's genuine or if it's disingenuous."

He looked at Vashti, smile so strained it hurt his face to pretend he's okay so he stopped and really got a good look at her beat up appearance. He hadn't really thought about her getting stabbed by Outsider. She could've lost her life too. He grabbed her hand and held it tight. "I won't make excuses for the others, but know that I don't think you're wrong to be upset and frustrated. It won't get better with this group, but you won't find another place with people as eclectic, sometimes judgmental, and as honest as they are. They don't say everything, but everything they mean is on their faces. I know it's a lot, but I hope you stay."

Recollections: The Othergrounds [Complete]

Through hell and back again he's been through and at the end of his adventure he ends up back where he started. Silver Creek, WA. Stacey stood on his lawn, the lights in his house were on and it was late at night. His guitar case was on his back, bags were under his eyes, and he looked ragged and unkempt. Not the worst he's ever looked, but definitely like shit regardless. The door opened, out ran his father, arms wide; he took him in his arms and squeezed him tight. Stacey felt his father's relief, but he couldn't feel the same way. While monsters are worse than home he felt better off with them, because wasn't he a monster himself? A creation that wasn't meant to be born. Someone abused, worthless, useless, and generally unpleasant to be around? Sounds like him. His father let him go, behind him the rest of his family came out of the house, including Sandy and golden brown skinned girl with long curly hair and freckles.

"I'm so happy you're okay. My boy." Stacey glanced at his father, eyes empty, and apathetic. Like he cared before.

"Where the hell you been, bud? We missed you." Brodie hugged him next, his smile and happiness a perverse version of what Stacey knew he truly felt for him. Hatred, contempt, punk ass punching bag. Then Bradie, his mother was next, cold as usual, but she feigned at being happy he's back. All the while the ghosts of his tormentors whispered in his ear the truth behind their lies.

"Come inside, Stacey." They led him inside the bright house. Nothing changed on the inside. The door to his basement studio was still locked like he left it. He remembered the key was in a pocket in his case.

"Stacey, you look like shit." Sandy tried to play off as her usual self, but the girl behind her elbowed her in the side. "I mean, you look like you went through a lot. It's good to have you back." Well that's different. Surprised she didn't call him a pussy.

"I'm Teagan, Sandy's girlfriend." The new girl held out her hand, smile bright and beautiful and everything Sandy wasn't. How's that far? He's gone for a few days and Sandy moves on to someone new? Someone he can tell is better than him in every way. That's not fair. That's not fair.That's. Not. FAIR! His guitar glowed in his bag. Everyone jumped back. The bags under his eyes turned red, his composure he barely kept together came undone. They questioned what the hell was going on with him and what happened the last few months. He took his case off his back, gently pulled his guitar out, blue sigils circled the instrument. He played a few cords and sung along.

My heart torn to pieces
My fears became real
Yet you're here happy and safe
While I had to waste away
Those that deserve to be all that I wish
Stone is your place now
You won't be missed
May the world end so you may live again.

Everyone, but Teagan turned to stone. She backed away from him terrified. Like he cared. He went up to the statue of his brothers and pushed them over. They shattered. No happy ending for them. Next he went to his mother, her face as beautiful as always. Nothing changed, even frozen like this. He knocked her over. He went to Sandy next. The person he loved more than he ever loved himself, and hated less than he hates himself.

"I'll be famous one day and when they ask where my first EP got it's inspiration I'll tell them it was about you. My first love and greatest hell. That's all you'll ever get from me." He pushed her over, but Teagan stopped him.

"Please, don't. She changed while you were gone. She doesn't deserve to be broken."

Stacey laughed for the first time in a long time. Loud, hysterical, pealing laughter. "You can't break the broken, but I'll spare her. She'll never be free, so there goes my burden."

Oddly enough the ghosts disappeared along with Stacey from Silver Creek to wherever the wind took him next.

Recollections: The Othergrounds [Complete]

I'm getting big gay energy from Odessa and Penny. Is this a ship that will be explored in later installments of the universe?

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It's plausible that he did. My uncle's father has three half brothers that are also cousins 'cause his father was hoe enough to fuck three sisters.