Skai

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

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Eli moved quietly through the tunnels, but her attention was focused on her friends. Everyone was on edge. It was like that from the start of course. Now it just felt like all of the nerves and existential crises the group had faced long before they entered the sewers had built up. She could feel it in the atmosphere around them like static electricity.

Yet as the group continued to walk and nothing but the sound of the distant running water echoed within the walls, the atmosphere stagnated until it felt relatively comfortable again. Eli could have jumped with joy when she saw the door to the Spire tunnel illuminate before them. This was it. Frightening misstep behind them, they had made it to their second to last destination. Or was it their third to last? Or their third and last destination because they were going to come back through the same door?

Eli stared at the door. Her heart beat faster. Behind this door, there really was no coming back. At least, she wouldn’t be coming back the same. So many secrets, lies, and gut-wrenching truths were waiting behind it. The door swung open. It felt as if Eli was going to be sucked out into the open space before them. She’d spotted an edge of one of these tunnels before, years ago. She’d forgotten how clear the glass was. As if it wasn’t there at all. The bridge was one long ladder to The Spire. Just bars floating in a perfect line between the two worlds on The Promise.

Eli woke from this momentary daze as soon as Archie stepped through the threshold. She stepped forward, going the extra step ahead of Lynn until she was at the door herself. The first door shut before she could follow him inside. She should have gone first. If this… if this was a trap, she should have taken the first hit. Archie could handle it, of course, but she was the reason he was down here. She anxiously watched as the outer door slid open. Archie Anderson was weightless, but he didn’t float off into space. He made it to the other side. No alarms, and no sudden swarm of officers. Were they really going to board The Spire without getting caught? Eli glanced at Packet. Cara really was on their side.

”Fucking boat farmer.” Eli smirked softly.

Eli could have gone second, but she decided to stay behind. She needed just one more moment before she could step into that void. She leant against the frame of the door instead, watching the others slowly pass through to the other side. By the time it was her turn, she hadn’t even realized that she was the last one to go.

“Oh- Uh…” She took a deep breath and stood before the doors. Her head turned to Packet. “Thank you, Packet. For everything.” She cleared her throat and looked out again. Her friends were waiting for her at the other side. Funny, how I’m the most reluctant to go… She thought to herself. She softly murmured one last thing before she stepped into the chamber.

“Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.”

Eli pressed the button on the pad. The second door opened, and she felt as if the air had left her lungs. Quickly, she realized that she could still breathe. She pushed off of the ground with her tiptoes and propelled herself towards the nearest ladder rung. She climbed, and as she slowly made her way to join her friends she looked out of that crystal clear glass and into space. The darkness was so deep, and so wide. It was split into a crescent moon around the big blue Earth beneath them. It was beautiful, the view.

“Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.” Eli whispered.

After what felt like ages, Eli found herself at the other end. She looked at each of her friends, and then turned herself around just in time to catch Packet closing the door on the other end. She looked back, took another breath, and nodded. “Welcome to The Spire, guys.”

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

Arabella M. Matthews

"I ask myself every day why I keep coming back."

_______________________________________________ Arabelle Marie Matthews She/Her | 23 | English-American | 5’7” | 135 lbs _______________________________________________ Resilient _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I’m just a teacher who grew up taking care of others." ___________________________________ [+] [Teacher] ⫻ Arabelle is patient, attentive, observant, and inquisitive. These are the traits that she chooses to teach her students to be. She applies these traits to her everyday life. [Stealth] ⫻ Thanks to her abstraction, Arabelle can easily appear and disappear from any situation. Locked doors aren’t a thing to her, unless there is no mirror behind it.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "My mom tells me I look like her father and my own father combined. As if I knew what either of them looked like." Arabelle is slightly above average in height. She has a curvy build shaped like an hourglass, and is of a healthy weight instead of a flat stomach or thigh gap. Her hair is an auburn color with loose waves that fall just barely down to the middle of her back. She often clips her hair up so that it is out of her way for work, but lets it down while she is helping around the estate. Her face is in the shape of an apple, with light freckles across her cheekbones and nose thanks to her European descent. Her eyes are brown. Arabelle dresses well under the salary of a teacher. She is often in straight ankle jeans, slacks, or knee length skirts. She often tucks satin tanks, sweaters, blouses, or shirts into her pants. She rarely wears heels because she is on her feet all day. Instead she prefers mules, slip on sneakers, chelsea boots, or flats. Arabelle wears long sleeves to cover the scars from her awakening. There are three scars total. Two slashes on her left forearm and one slash on her upper right arm. They are just thin white lines from her past now.

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"No one but my students know me well."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Arabelle just wants to find a piece of life for herself. She’s thought about visiting her family back in England. Maybe she’ll move there to live a different life, but she couldn’t stand to lose her teaching position. To name a specific goal, she wishes to cut her ties to the Vanburen’s eventually.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The past defines you, but it does not define your future.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual. Arabelle has only been with men, but she does feel attracted towards women as well.

FEARS ⫻ Arabelle doesn’t have much to lose, but she fears losing her purpose for this world. She also fears that her awakened magic will affect her life in the real world. She even fears that one day she’ll wake up, and it will all have been a dream.

REPUTATION ⫻ Arabelle was always with her mother within the Vanburen estate, so she was known as Marie’s daughter by most of the staff and Vanburen family until she could speak for herself. Among the staff, she was a vibrant and extremely helpful colleague. To the Vanburen children, she was quiet and distant. She may have played with the youngest Vanburens, but today she isn’t sure if any of the children even remember her.

THOUGHTS ABOUT JAMES VANBUREN ⫻ James was a distant father figure to Arabelle. She’d see him around the estate and he was kind to her, but he was a busy man. She only grew close to him after her mother’s passing and her awakening. His death brought a different kind of pain. She didn’t have another emotional breakdown, but she grieved for the loss of her last connection to her mother’s past.

FLAWS ⫻ While the Vanburen children grew up with everything they could ever want, Arabelle did not. Her jealousy and subconscious bitterness towards them have emerged now that the Vanburen’s are returning to the estate. She even spites them for taking too much of her mother’s time, although now that she is older she understands that her mother may have been the only constant in their life other than James.

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"It was just my mother and I, unless you count the Vanburens as family too."

Arabelle’s mother moved from England to the US to find a better life. How she ended up in Pennsylvania, Arabelle has no idea, but she knows that at 17 it was hard for her mother to find work. She travelled the east coast working part time as kitchen staff for small diners and restaurants until a staff position at the Vanburen estate was advertised in the newspaper. Her mother, recognizing that the pay would be substantially better, immediately convinced the estate’s manager that she’d been a servant to countless Dukes and Duchesses in England. She was hired on that day.

Her mother remained a member of the staff for years. She cooked, cleaned, nannied the kids, served dinner, and tended to the gardens wherever she was needed. She didn’t mean to stay forever. She was putting money away on the side to go to school. She had just been about to sign up for her first year when she found out she was with child.

Arabelle was born, and her mother put her college savings away not for herself, but for her little girl. She continued to work at the Vanburen estate. Arabelle grew up helping her mother with the morning preparations, then she’d go to a nearby public school, and then she’d come home to help her mother with the evening dinner. It wasn’t a perfect life, but it was their own.

Arabelle’s mother never told her who her father was. The only father figure in her life was James Vanburen himself, but he had many children to care for and she often felt jealous of them. Her mother helped raise them after James would find new lovers. Arabelle would be busy helping her mother with work, or she would stand to the side, as she watched her mother care for his kids. She was never sure if any of them returned the same care for her mother or herself, but at some point she stopped caring. She was an outsider within the Vanburen walls. Once she was old enough, she’d leave them for a better life.

As she grew older, Arabelle withdrew herself more and more from the Vanburen’s. Once she was eighteen, her mother surprised her with college funds. She was sad to leave her mother behind, but her mother decided that Araminta was her home. Most of James’s children had left by then. She felt like she was the only thing that remained of James’s past still within the walls. Arabelle left for college that same year.

Arabelle will always remember the night she heard that her mother passed. It was James Vanburen himself that showed up at her door. He was quite distraught, himself. He brought the news that would shatter her world. He told her that she would always be welcomed back to the estate, but Arabelle told him to leave. In her grief and shock, Arabelle smashed the nearest mirror to her and found herself sobbing over her broken reflection. She found herself wishing to be by her mother’s side more than anything. She’d never gotten to say goodbye.

Arabelle slowly moved on. She finished school and began to teach, but she still carried the weight of her past with her. She began to visit the Vanburen estate, and had quietly awkward dinners with James. She wanted to hear stories about her mother, from before she was born and after she left the estate.

She continued to visit him until his death. After his passing, Arabelle couldn't stand to see the estate wither away. Her mother would be turning in her grave. So after school and on the weekends Arabelle would return to the Vanburens to help with the cooking and cleaning. A month after James Vanburen passed she came across a letter from her mother. It had fallen behind a dresser at some time and was forgotten. Arabelle was overcome with the same anguish she felt the day her mother died. She felt an energy from herself erupt and smash a nearby window. As she cleaned up the pieces, she suddenly found herself within the mirror. On the other side of it was the old room she used to share with her mother in the estate. When she reemerged from the first mirror, the broken glass cut her as if she'd broken through it herself.

Over time, Arabelle discovered that she could do much more with mirrors. She never really understood why she was able to do it until she did some digging in James's office. Slowly, Arabelle became aware of the world of magic, the sealed apparitions within the house, and his troubled past with the Harrisburg family.

His children slowly returned because of his death, but Arabelle remained an outside observer. The Vanburens life was never her own, so why bother with it now but to continue her mother’s legacy? Even if she knew the secrets of James Vanburen.

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"Mirrors are everywhere."

TYPE ⫻ Awakened

ABSTRACTION ⫻ The Looking Glass: Arabelle uses mirrors to move over long distances, to see into another space, and to listen into conversations.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻

Mirror Portal: Arabelle is able to create a pocket dimension within a mirror. By stepping into this dimension, Arabelle can open the portal to any mirror in a place she has been before. She must come into contact with the mirror before she steps inside, and the mirror must be intact unless she will risk serious injury. She has not yet tried to bring anyone else through a mirror with her, and she most likely will not try it because she worries for their safety.

Mirror Spying: Arabelle can use a mirror's pocket dimension to hear or see into different spaces. She doesn't have to be inside of the mirror in order to do this. Instead, she just needs to be in contact with the surface. As before, Arabelle must have seen or been in the place that she’s spying into.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Arabelle is able to sense the aura of anyone standing in front of a mirror before she chooses which mirror to emerge from or spy on. This makes it easier for her to hide her abstraction and to go from one place to another without suspicion.

LIMITS ⫻ Arabelle can only scry on one location at a time, and her ability only works on locations that she has been to. The act of teleportation is more straining the further away she teleports - theoretically, she can teleport any distance long as she has been there, but teleporting far distances will tire her out. Teleporting from one end of Araminta to the other will feel like she just ran a mile at top speed, but say teleporting from one end of the Vanburen manor to the other will be easy.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ If Arabelle teleports through a broken mirror then she'll receive a cut from it. If the mirror is broken while she is inside of it (before she teleports) then Arabelle will be forced out of it and injured in the process.

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

Arabella M. Matthews

"I ask myself every day why I keep coming back."

_______________________________________________ Arabelle Marie Matthews She/Her | 23 | English-American | 5’7” | 135 lbs _______________________________________________ Resilient _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I’m just a teacher who grew up taking care of others." ___________________________________ [+] [Teacher] ⫻ Arabelle is patient, attentive, observant, and inquisitive. These are the traits that she chooses to teach her students to be. She applies these traits to her everyday life. [Stealth] ⫻ Thanks to her abstraction, Arabelle can easily appear and disappear from any situation. Locked doors aren’t a thing to her, unless there is no mirror behind it.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "My mom tells me I look like her father and my own father combined. As if I knew what either of them looked like." Arabelle is slightly above average in height. She has a curvy build shaped like an hourglass, and is of a healthy weight instead of a flat stomach or thigh gap. Her hair is an auburn color with loose waves that fall just barely down to the middle of her back. She often clips her hair up so that it is out of her way for work, but lets it down while she is helping around the estate. Her face is in the shape of an apple, with light freckles across her cheekbones and nose thanks to her European descent. Her eyes are brown. Arabelle dresses well under the salary of a teacher. She is often in straight ankle jeans, slacks, or knee length skirts. She often tucks satin tanks, sweaters, blouses, or shirts into her pants. She rarely wears heels because she is on her feet all day. Instead she prefers mules, slip on sneakers, chelsea boots, or flats. Arabelle wears long sleeves to cover the scars from her awakening. There are three scars total. Two slashes on her left forearm and one slash on her upper right arm. They are just thin white lines from her past now.

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"No one but my students know me well."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Arabelle just wants to find a piece of life for herself. She’s thought about visiting her family back in England. Maybe she’ll move there to live a different life, but she couldn’t stand to lose her teaching position. To name a specific goal, she wishes to cut her ties to the Vanburen’s eventually.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The past defines you, but it does not define your future.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual. Arabelle has only been with men, but she does feel attracted towards women as well.

FEARS ⫻ Arabelle doesn’t have much to lose, but she fears losing her purpose for this world. She also fears that her awakened magic will affect her life in the real world. She even fears that one day she’ll wake up, and it will all have been a dream.

REPUTATION ⫻ Arabelle was always with her mother within the Vanburen estate, so she was known as Marie’s daughter by most of the staff and Vanburen family until she could speak for herself. Among the staff, she was a vibrant and extremely helpful colleague. To the Vanburen children, she was quiet and distant. She may have played with the youngest Vanburens, but today she isn’t sure if any of the children even remember her.

THOUGHTS ABOUT JAMES VANBUREN ⫻ James was a distant father figure to Arabelle. She’d see him around the estate and he was kind to her, but he was a busy man. She only grew close to him after her mother’s passing and her awakening. His death brought a different kind of pain. She didn’t have another emotional breakdown, but she grieved for the loss of her last connection to her mother’s past.

FLAWS ⫻ While the Vanburen children grew up with everything they could ever want, Arabelle did not. Her jealousy and subconscious bitterness towards them have emerged now that the Vanburen’s are returning to the estate. She even spites them for taking too much of her mother’s time, although now that she is older she understands that her mother may have been the only constant in their life other than James.

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"It was just my mother and I, unless you count the Vanburens as family too."

Arabelle’s mother moved from England to the US to find a better life. How she ended up in Pennsylvania, Arabelle has no idea, but she knows that at 17 it was hard for her mother to find work. She travelled the east coast working part time as kitchen staff for small diners and restaurants until a staff position at the Vanburen estate was advertised in the newspaper. Her mother, recognizing that the pay would be substantially better, immediately convinced the estate’s manager that she’d been a servant to countless Dukes and Duchesses in England. She was hired on that day.

Her mother remained a member of the staff for years. She cooked, cleaned, nannied the kids, served dinner, and tended to the gardens wherever she was needed. She didn’t mean to stay forever. She was putting money away on the side to go to school. She had just been about to sign up for her first year when she found out she was with child.

Arabelle was born, and her mother put her college savings away not for herself, but for her little girl. She continued to work at the Vanburen estate. Arabelle grew up helping her mother with the morning preparations, then she’d go to a nearby public school, and then she’d come home to help her mother with the evening dinner. It wasn’t a perfect life, but it was their own.

Arabelle’s mother never told her who her father was. The only father figure in her life was James Vanburen himself, but he had many children to care for and she often felt jealous of them. Her mother helped raise them after James would find new lovers. Arabelle would be busy helping her mother with work, or she would stand to the side, as she watched her mother care for his kids. She was never sure if any of them returned the same care for her mother or herself, but at some point she stopped caring. She was an outsider within the Vanburen walls. Once she was old enough, she’d leave them for a better life.

As she grew older, Arabelle withdrew herself more and more from the Vanburen’s. Once she was eighteen, her mother surprised her with college funds. She was sad to leave her mother behind, but her mother decided that Araminta was her home. Most of James’s children had left by then. She felt like she was the only thing that remained of James’s past still within the walls. Arabelle left for college that same year.

Arabelle will always remember the night she heard that her mother passed. It was James Vanburen himself that showed up at her door. He was quite distraught, himself. He brought the news that would shatter her world. He told her that she would always be welcomed back to the estate, but Arabelle told him to leave. In her grief and shock, Arabelle smashed the nearest mirror to her and found herself sobbing over her broken reflection. She found herself wishing to be by her mother’s side more than anything. She’d never gotten to say goodbye.

Arabelle slowly moved on. She finished school and began to teach, but she still carried the weight of her past with her. She began to visit the Vanburen estate, and had quietly awkward dinners with James. She wanted to hear stories about her mother, from before she was born and after she left the estate.

She continued to visit him until his death. After his passing, Arabelle couldn't stand to see the estate wither away. Her mother would be turning in her grave. So after school and on the weekends Arabelle would return to the Vanburens to help with the cooking and cleaning. A month after James Vanburen passed she came across a letter from her mother. It had fallen behind a dresser at some time and was forgotten. Arabelle was overcome with the same anguish she felt the day her mother died. She felt an energy from herself erupt and smash a nearby window. As she cleaned up the pieces, she suddenly found herself within the mirror. On the other side of it was the old room she used to share with her mother in the estate. When she reemerged from the first mirror, the broken glass cut her as if she'd broken through it herself.

Over time, Arabelle discovered that she could do much more with mirrors. She never really understood why she was able to do it until she did some digging in James's office. Slowly, Arabelle became aware of the world of magic, the sealed apparitions within the house, and his troubled past with the Harrisburg family.

His children slowly returned because of his death, but Arabelle remained an outside observer. The Vanburens life was never her own, so why bother with it now but to continue her mother’s legacy? Even if she knew the secrets of James Vanburen.

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"Mirrors are everywhere."

TYPE ⫻ Awakened

ABSTRACTION ⫻ The Looking Glass: Arabelle uses mirrors to move over long distances, to see into another space, and to listen into conversations.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻

Mirror Portal: Arabelle is able to create a pocket dimension within a mirror. By stepping into this dimension, Arabelle can open the portal to any mirror in a place she has been before. She must come into contact with the mirror before she steps inside, and the mirror must be intact unless she will risk serious injury. She has not yet tried to bring anyone else through a mirror with her, and she most likely will not try it because she worries for their safety.

Mirror Spying: Arabelle can use a mirror's pocket dimension to hear or see into different spaces. She doesn't have to be inside of the mirror in order to do this. Instead, she just needs to be in contact with the surface. As before, Arabelle must have seen or been in the place that she’s spying into.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Arabelle is able to sense the aura of anyone standing in front of a mirror before she chooses which mirror to emerge from or spy on. This makes it easier for her to hide her abstraction and to go from one place to another without suspicion.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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Lyss was… lost.

Even though she’d desperately wanted to sleep off the pain in her shoulder, she stayed with the group. Only because she wasn’t sure if she could make it to the hotel room by herself. She didn’t want to go to the hospital with the DENs and Claudette. Not in Miami. Not where the Dollhouse or her old partners could look her up. So, she let Herik put a makeshift bandage over the wound until Helena would be able to patch her up nicely. She was just about to ask about Claudette when they delivered the news.

Claudette was… gone.

The world blurred around her. She could only hear her heart beat and feel the pain in her shoulder and now in her chest. Claudette… didn’t make it? Lyss could have helped her too. They all could have. Instead, she’d reacted in defense. She’d still done the Coven right. No one else was killed. And yet their leader was dead. Lyss could hear the others’ muffled voices. Even though she couldn’t understand them she knew they felt the same. The devastation. The weight of the guilt on their chests. None of them were to blame except for the Dollhouse and Kimberly. Lyss wanted to tell them that, but she could barely breathe. Was it the loss of blood, or the loss of her closest sister?

When the initial shock wore off, the others’ voices became coherent. Who was going to take care of Kimberly? Were Penny or Isla in on this? They knew her well. Was Kimberly really capable of this when she also wanted the cure for Annabelle? It wasn’t adding up. This entire day… it didn’t make sense. Lyss should have never come back to Miami.

Madison. She didn’t believe it was really Walton. Lyss still trusted Madison. Madison and Claudette were close to. Lyss slowly raised her eyes to look at Madison for reasoning, but she saw her activate the Jaws. Her head turned towards the source of panic. It was the girl that was with Babylon, and then the man that was about to attack when Herik stepped in.

Lyss gripped her shoulder tighter and moved to stand, but she found her legs were too wobbly to hold her weight. She narrowed her eyes at the two Dollhouse members. What the fuck did they want? She looked around, but there was no sign of Babylon. Her presence wasn’t in her range, either.

She wasn’t in any state to demand answers, but she was thankful that Emily and Madison stepped up for her. Demands were made, explanatory monologues were given, and-

Lyss froze. Kimberly Walton sold empty bodies to the Dollhouse? Her blood began to boil. Of all the times she hadn’t heard about the Dollhouse, she had heard of those who sold the soulless to apparitions. It was much harder to capture and sell apparitions if they were finding meat suits to hide in. The bodies made them harder to seal inside of an object. So, Lyss always kept tabs on that part of the market.

To hear that Kimberly Walton, famed ghost hunter, had been a major player either during Lyss’s time in the market or before shocked her. Walton was much more dangerous than she let on. Hell, at least Lyss never sold a soulless for her own greed. She’d never stoop that low. Even if Walton had a “change of heart” she was still capable of the worst kind of evil.

“They’re going to come for you all…”

Lyss frowned. This wasn’t good. The Coven was supposed to stay far away from the black market. They were her safe haven, and now they were mixed up in the market’s business. The only one who understood her was gone. Would the others treat her with the same respect as Claudette if she spoke up now? She couldn’t explain her history with the market with two members of the Dollhouse -especially not with the DENS- around. And now this Johnny Bravo dickwad wanted them to assassinate three of the markets top potion kingpins?

No. Hell no.

“If you want three of the markets top dealers to disappear, you’ll want to work with the DENs for that. Not us.” She hissed suddenly. Her eyes were staring at Johnny with the anger and grief that was mixing around inside of her. “We’ve already lost one of our own because of the market. I will not stand to lose another.”

She turned her head to look at the others. “If we go back and “remove” those dealers from the market, we’ll have a target on our back for the rest of our lives.” She already had one of her own targets from the market. Why make hers bigger? Why give the other girls one of their own? “We shouldn’t get any more involved with the market. I know we need those potions, but we’ll have to find another way.”

She looked at the members of the DENs now, and then to Johnny. “The DENs should arrest the three leaders of the Dollhouse, confiscate the potions as evidence, and then slip us what we need to fight Annabelle and cure our own as a contract of silence. You, Johnny, and your friend there, should be there to assist them with this and then deliver us what we need. This will be your way of gaining immunity, because the DENs could arrest you right here and now for affiliating with the market.”

“At least, that’s how I’m seeing things right now. I think I got it all down correctly.”

Black Fall: Academy 003 [CANCELLED]

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▼ PERSONALITY:

Sophie’s life has always been about being active and having fun. She’s always been an outgoing and bright girl. After being exposed to the deltacrystal and getting bullied she’d gone into her shell quite a bit, but after a year at the Academy she has blossomed once more.

She might not be a genius, but she always speaks her mind and has confidence in her words. She only shows caution when it involves the feelings of another person or if she is around an Academy staff member. She wants more than anything in the world to become a FAMA agent. Which means she must be diligent, obey the rules (well, only the really strict ones), and put her best foot forward in training and in her schoolwork. She hopes to be an agent that handles the cases of young, or new deltahumans. She wants to help others who are struggling with their new identity like she did.

That said, Sophie is all fun and games until it comes to talking trash or bullying another person. She’s been on the receiving end of it and she never wants another to feel the same shame and loneliness that she did. She has a kind heart and a need to make everyone around her happy. If their happiness is threatened, she’ll do her best to eliminate the threat. Which often doesn’t go as well as she hoped. She’s still human, after all.

▼ SKILLS/TALENTS:

Sophie knows a bit about mechanics and housework. She can pick a lock, thanks to her dad’s constant “fix the doorknob” jobs in which the key was lost and they needed to get into the house/room before replacing the knob. She hasn’t really picked up any other skills than that.

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"I miss the dry heat the most. The humidity here sucks."
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▼ BACKSTORY:

Sophie grew up in a small city located in Arizona with her mother, father, and twin sister Emma. While Emma and Sophie shared their looks and clothes, they did not act the same way. Emma was more of a homebody. She’d go to school, come home to do her homework, and either help their mother with cooking or read a book to pass the time. Sophie, on the other hand, became more and more independent as she grew. She spent her early years helping her father with his job and doing sports. He was a fixer. He fixed cars, houses, plumbing, doorknobs, paint jobs, any sort of around-thehouse work that the rich people were too busy or lazy to do themselves. Once she was old enough to be out on her own, she started hanging out with her friends at the local park. She still kept up with her grades. They weren’t stellar like Emma’s, but they were still a smidge above average.

One summer, when Sophie had just turned fourteen , she spent most of her time out roaming the suburbs with her friends. They’d ride their bikes down to the creek and dip their feet in or eat ice cream while they chatted in the park. It was fun for a bit, but soon her friends grew bored. It was too hot in the sun, and staying inside their houses just wasn’t the same. The community pool was nice, but only in the mornings before the sun cooked the concrete.

It was then that one of Sophie’s friend’s suggested that they check out one of the local caves. Sophie was apprehensive at first. Her parents always told her to avoid the caves, but after her friend explained that their older sister had gone before Sophie was okay with it. In fact, the moment they made it to the cave, she felt excited and ready to explore every inch of it. Yet when she stepped inside, it looked much smaller than she expected. It was much dirtier too, with empty beer cans and old socks lying around. Disappointed by what she saw, Sophie was just about to leave when her flashlight caught a glimpse of something behind a crevice. Something shiny and red. She asked her friend if their older sister had found anything in the cave before. Her friend just shrugged it off. Their sister only came to the cave to drink or get high. They didn’t care about what was in it.

Sophie stepped up to the crevice and shone her flashlight inside. There was something red stuck in the cave wall. Her curiosity peaked, and she stuck her hand through the crack just enough to touch the crystal with the tips of her fingers. At first she didn’t feel anything, and then a wave of energy passed through her like a lightning bolt. Sophie jumped back. The crystal shook and the cave wall cracked where it was. Sophie was shaking, and her friends had almost pissed themselves because of what just happened.

Still rattled by the experience, Sophie demanded that they get out of there immediately. She didn’t stick around either. She made the quarter mile walk back to their bikes in less than two minutes and went straight home. Little did she know, she’d just come in contact with an undiscovered delta crystal.

Time passed, and Sophie almost forgot about the incident. Almost. She’d returned to normal, but she felt like something had changed. Like there was this energy inside her just sitting there. She didn’t know how to get it out no matter how hard she exercised, and she didn’t want to tell her parents because she would get in trouble. So, she kept it to herself.

Her ability didn’t show itself until Sophie was riding her bike to a friend’s house after school for a sleepover before school started. She was passing through a normally safe neighborhood when a teenage texting-and-driving Honda Civic passed through a stop sign and headed straight for Sophie. She screamed and threw up her arm, and her body and the car bounced off of each other like two magnets of the same polarity. Sophie was thrown backwards and hit the pavement, and the car was shoved a few feet backwards until it grinded to a stop. Thankfully, no one was harmed.

Sophie could have written it off as dumb luck, but it just so happened that the guy’s girlfriend in the passenger seat had been recording when it happened. There was hard evidence that Sophie had stopped the car, and the girlfriend showed it to the police so that her boyfriend wouldn’t get busted for reckless driving. Thus, Sophie was registered by FAMA.

Now that Sophie was fully aware of deltahumans, deltacrystals, and the organization that was FAMA, she became obsessed with it. She’d never had a calling before and this was it. She wanted to put her ability to use now that she had one.

Unfortunately, now that she was one of the few deltahumans in town, the only deltahuman in school, and had gotten the caves sealed off because of FAMA’s deltacrystal investigation, Sophie and her twin Emma were bullied. Well, Emma was only bullied at first because they mistook her for Sophie, but then they began to bully her for being Sophie’s sister. It got to the point that Emma would sometimes come home crying. She even began to stop talking to Sophie too.

Sophie soon began to lose her friends one by one. A few stuck around because they cared for her, but sometimes Sophie would use her ability at random and it scared them, or they were bullied for being her friend to the point that they avoided her for their own sake. Sophie once accidentally deflected a high five from a teacher. A teacher!! It was just a simple high five, and Sophie activated her power without realizing it.

Now people were starting to fear her. The high five incident sent the teacher flying backwards. They almost sprained their shoulder. Sophie began to tread lightly in school. She was very cautious of what she touched and how she did it. People stopped bullying her. Probably out of fear, but at least she had peace now. Well, she had peace until she found out that their bullying had just passed to her sister.

One day she found a group outside around Emma. They were taunting her. Some of them would call her a loser for being the normal twin, and some of them would call her a delta-lover for being her sister. Sophie was so mad that she punched the main bully right in the nose. When the bully tried to hit her back, Sophie deflected the attack and sent him flying against the school wall.

She definitely got into trouble. Major trouble. Sophie was homeschooled for the rest of the year until FAMA could accept her into one of their “delinquent” facilities. Emma was homeschooled too, because of the bullying, and she took the time to get her GED and move onto college. The twins bonded again through mutual at home studying. Sophie was glad that they were acting like sisters again.

She went to Academy 003 the fall after. While she was nervous to go under her situation, she was excited to train with a FAMA academy. This was her ticket into FAMA. She had to impress them. For her first year at FAMA, Sophie studied hard, practiced every day, and soon had a better understanding of her ability, it’s limits, and it’s dangers.

Sophie did well, and she hopes to do even better this year.

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Type-Red

▼ POWER INFORMATION:

Deflection: Sophie has the ability to deflect projectiles or blunt force by using her arms or legs. While she isn't a physics genius, Sophie understands that she is able to push an object away from her. She is new to the ability, but she is able to redirect the energy in any direction she chooses. She's already used it once to keep a wayward football from hitting her in the head.

▼ LIMITS:

Sophie is only able to deflect an object once it is within five feet of her. She can also only deflect objects going less than the highest speed of a fastball. The largest object that Sophie can deflect is about the size of an average car. Any faster or heavier and she is only able to slow it down by a few miles per hour before it hits her.

▼ WEAKNESSES:

Unfortunately, Sophie cannot deflect any attack she is unaware of. Such as a low flying object from behind or the side. Her control of the direction of the deflected energy is also directly affected by her emotional state. If she is upset or unfocused, the force could go in any direction it chooses.

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Black Fall: Academy 003 [CANCELLED]

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Everyone bleeds and feels the same. It’s what’s the inside that counts, not what a person can or can’t do."	Sophie Hayes ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ═══B A S I C O V E R V I E W═══ NAME: Sophie Hayes | NICKNAMES: Soph | AGE: 17 | ETHNICITY: American European | PRONOUNS: She/Her | HEIGHT: 5’7” | WEIGHT: 156 lbs | ....................................................................................................

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"Well, I wouldn’t say I’m in perfect shape, but I did track in school."
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▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Sophie is a bit above average height. She has a slender frame, but her muscles are toned from her years of sports and staying active. Her legs are her strongest feature thanks to playing soccer as a child and track in her middle school years. Her hair is dyed a light blonde and ends at her shoulders. She keeps it naturally straight and well managed. Her eyes are a gunmetal blue and her eyebrows reveal her naturally brown hair color. She stands tall and confident in her posture. She is light on her feet and moves with some caution because she is aware of the dangers of her ability if she is reckless. One accidental bump into someone she is unaware of, and things get messy.

▼ ATTIRE:

Sophie’s style is more of a sporty casual. She is either in jeans, joggers, sweats if she’s feeling comfy, or leggings. She always wears various pairs of sneakers or slip ons. Underneath a jacket, hoodie, or button-down she wears either a graphic tee or tank top. Depending on the weather, she’ll either wear a ball cap or beanie, and she’ll just wear her hair up in a ponytail or loose around her shoulders. As for makeup, she usually just brushes her brows and puts on mascara. She always has chapstick on hand.

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"I can’t sit still for long periods of time. …No, I’ve never taken an ADD test before. You want me to do one now? I don’t mind.”
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▼ PERSONALITY:

Sophie’s life has always been about being active and having fun. She’s always been an outgoing and bright girl. After being exposed to the deltacrystal and getting bullied she’d gone into her shell quite a bit, but after a year at the Academy she has blossomed once more.

She might not be a genius, but she always speaks her mind and has confidence in her words. She only shows caution when it involves the feelings of another person or if she is around an Academy staff member. She wants more than anything in the world to become a FAMA agent. Which means she must be diligent, obey the rules (well, only the really strict ones), and put her best foot forward in training and in her schoolwork. She hopes to be an agent that handles the cases of young, or new deltahumans. She wants to help others who are struggling with their new identity like she did.

That said, Sophie is all fun and games until it comes to talking trash or bullying another person. She’s been on the receiving end of it and she never wants another to feel the same shame and loneliness that she did. She has a kind heart and a need to make everyone around her happy. If their happiness is threatened, she’ll do her best to eliminate the threat. Which often doesn’t go as well as she hoped. She’s still human, after all.

▼ SKILLS/TALENTS:

Sophie knows a bit about mechanics and housework. She can pick a lock, thanks to her dad’s constant “fix the doorknob” jobs in which the key was lost and they needed to get into the house/room before replacing the knob. She hasn’t really picked up any other skills than that.

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"I miss the dry heat the most. The humidity here sucks."
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▼ BACKSTORY:

Sophie grew up in a small city located in Arizona with her mother, father, and twin sister Emma. While Emma and Sophie shared their looks and clothes, they did not act the same way. Emma was more of a homebody. She’d go to school, come home to do her homework, and either help their mother with cooking or read a book to pass the time. Sophie, on the other hand, became more and more independent as she grew. She spent her early years helping her father with his job and doing sports. He was a fixer. He fixed cars, houses, plumbing, doorknobs, paint jobs, any sort of around-thehouse work that the rich people were too busy or lazy to do themselves. Once she was old enough to be out on her own, she started hanging out with her friends at the local park. She still kept up with her grades. They weren’t stellar like Emma’s, but they were still a smidge above average.

One summer, when Sophie had just turned fourteen , she spent most of her time out roaming the suburbs with her friends. They’d ride their bikes down to the creek and dip their feet in or eat ice cream while they chatted in the park. It was fun for a bit, but soon her friends grew bored. It was too hot in the sun, and staying inside their houses just wasn’t the same. The community pool was nice, but only in the mornings before the sun cooked the concrete.

It was then that one of Sophie’s friend’s suggested that they check out one of the local caves. Sophie was apprehensive at first. Her parents always told her to avoid the caves, but after her friend explained that their older sister had gone before Sophie was okay with it. In fact, the moment they made it to the cave, she felt excited and ready to explore every inch of it. Yet when she stepped inside, it looked much smaller than she expected. It was much dirtier too, with empty beer cans and old socks lying around. Disappointed by what she saw, Sophie was just about to leave when her flashlight caught a glimpse of something behind a crevice. Something shiny and red. She asked her friend if their older sister had found anything in the cave before. Her friend just shrugged it off. Their sister only came to the cave to drink or get high. They didn’t care about what was in it.

Sophie stepped up to the crevice and shone her flashlight inside. There was something red stuck in the cave wall. Her curiosity peaked, and she stuck her hand through the crack just enough to touch the crystal with the tips of her fingers. At first she didn’t feel anything, and then a wave of energy passed through her like a lightning bolt. Sophie jumped back. The crystal shook and the cave wall cracked where it was. Sophie was shaking, and her friends had almost pissed themselves because of what just happened.

Still rattled by the experience, Sophie demanded that they get out of there immediately. She didn’t stick around either. She made the quarter mile walk back to their bikes in less than two minutes and went straight home. Little did she know, she’d just come in contact with an undiscovered delta crystal.

Time passed, and Sophie almost forgot about the incident. Almost. She’d returned to normal, but she felt like something had changed. Like there was this energy inside her just sitting there. She didn’t know how to get it out no matter how hard she exercised, and she didn’t want to tell her parents because she would get in trouble. So, she kept it to herself.

Her ability didn’t show itself until Sophie was riding her bike to a friend’s house after school for a sleepover before school started. She was passing through a normally safe neighborhood when a teenage texting-and-driving Honda Civic passed through a stop sign and headed straight for Sophie. She screamed and threw up her arm, and her body and the car bounced off of each other like two magnets of the same polarity. Sophie was thrown backwards and hit the pavement, and the car was shoved a few feet backwards until it grinded to a stop. Thankfully, no one was harmed.

Sophie could have written it off as dumb luck, but it just so happened that the guy’s girlfriend in the passenger seat had been recording when it happened. There was hard evidence that Sophie had stopped the car, and the girlfriend showed it to the police so that her boyfriend wouldn’t get busted for reckless driving. Thus, Sophie was registered by FAMA.

Now that Sophie was fully aware of deltahumans, deltacrystals, and the organization that was FAMA, she became obsessed with it. She’d never had a calling before and this was it. She wanted to put her ability to use now that she had one.

Unfortunately, now that she was one of the few deltahumans in town, the only deltahuman in school, and had gotten the caves sealed off because of FAMA’s deltacrystal investigation, Sophie and her twin Emma were bullied. Well, Emma was only bullied at first because they mistook her for Sophie, but then they began to bully her for being Sophie’s sister. It got to the point that Emma would sometimes come home crying. She even began to stop talking to Sophie too.

Sophie soon began to lose her friends one by one. A few stuck around because they cared for her, but sometimes Sophie would use her ability at random and it scared them, or they were bullied for being her friend to the point that they avoided her for their own sake. Sophie once accidentally deflected a high five from a teacher. A teacher!! It was just a simple high five, and Sophie activated her power without realizing it.

Now people were starting to fear her. The high five incident sent the teacher flying backwards. They almost sprained their shoulder. Sophie began to tread lightly in school. She was very cautious of what she touched and how she did it. People stopped bullying her. Probably out of fear, but at least she had peace now. Well, she had peace until she found out that their bullying had just passed to her sister.

One day she found a group outside around Emma. They were taunting her. Some of them would call her a loser for being the normal twin, and some of them would call her a delta-lover for being her sister. Sophie was so mad that she punched the main bully right in the nose. When the bully tried to hit her back, Sophie deflected the attack and sent him flying against the school wall.

She definitely got into trouble. Major trouble. Sophie was homeschooled for the rest of the year until FAMA could accept her into one of their “delinquent” facilities. Emma was homeschooled too, because of the bullying, and she took the time to get her GED and move onto college. The twins bonded again through mutual at home studying. Sophie was glad that they were acting like sisters again.

She went to Academy 003 the fall after. While she was nervous to go under her situation, she was excited to train with a FAMA academy. This was her ticket into FAMA. She had to impress them. For her first year at FAMA, Sophie studied hard, practiced every day, and soon had a better understanding of her ability, it’s limits, and it’s dangers.

Sophie did well, and she hopes to do even better this year.

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▼ POWER INFORMATION:

Deflection: Sophie has the ability to deflect projectiles or blunt force by using her arms or legs. While she isn't a physics genius, Sophie understands that she is able to push an object away from her. She is new to the ability, but she is able to redirect the energy in any direction she chooses. She's already used it once to keep a wayward football from hitting her in the head.

▼ LIMITS:

Sophie is only able to deflect an object once it is within five feet of her. She can also only deflect objects going less than the highest speed of a fastball. The largest object that Sophie can deflect is about the size of an average car. Any faster or heavier and she is only able to slow it down by a few miles per hour before it hits her.

▼ WEAKNESSES:

Unfortunately, Sophie cannot deflect any attack she is unaware of. Such as a low flying object from behind or the side. Her control of the direction of the deflected energy is also directly affected by her emotional state. If she is upset or unfocused, the force could go in any direction it chooses.

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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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“Release me.”

Lyss’s attention moved to the asshole who’d knifed her shoulder, her eyes narrowed. For a second, she was completely caught off guard by how stupid he really was. He hasn’t noticed that he’s free now? She thought bitterly as her hand tightened on her shoulder. Stupid fu-

Her thought was interrupted by a sudden voice behind her. Lyss froze in place. She half expected another knife to go through her from behind. She braced herself. Her eyes began to close. She was expecting death, or for whoever it was to throw her across the room. Either way, she was ready to take it.

Out of nowhere, she felt something wrap itself around her waist and pull. She was pulled away from the threat behind her. The movement jostled the knife in her shoulder as she was yanked off to the side of the room.

“Agh!” She shouted mid-saving. Her hand gripped her shoulder like it was about to fall off. It felt like it was. Her right arm fell. The trapping spell was broken and the black energy around Babylon was cut instantly. Lyss could only focus on the pain in her shoulder, and the need to stay standing. She didn’t lose consciousness, but she definitely wished she could.

Stay awake. Get yourself out. There’s nothing else for you here. Her thoughts were muggy and distant, but she remained upright and awake. Her head turned to her saviour. The figure of a lion. Asta. She leaned against the abstraction for support. Herik walked over. He was speaking. She didn’t know what he said to Madison, but she heard him when he told her that she was bleeding too much.

Lyss pressed her lips together. She would have said “no shit” if she had her head on straight. He was right, of course, but there were other things to worry about right now. Like Babylon and her stupid fucking boyfriend Luis. And whoever the “like ya cut” guy was.

She’d have to find Babylon again and finish the job then.

“Alright. Give me one more second.”

She raised her arm one more time, and even though it hurt like hell, she wanted to do this last thing. To protect the rest of the Coven, and to get back at Babylon.

“You want to leave so bad? FINE! Get the fuck away from us.”

That said, Lyss let her black lux flow from her ring one more time. Instead of flowing out like a funnel, this time it exploded from her ring in the form of a bubble. It grew fast. She was using as much energy as she could until she could rest after this. The bubble expanded, blowing past Herik, Penny, the smacker guy, and Madison without a problem. When it hit Babylon and Luis, though, it pushed them with a force equal to a rough shove. Her warding was cruel to the affixed and abscised within range. If they hadn’t moved fast enough, they would probably leave a dent in the wall.

Lyss turned to Herik and, after reluctantly releasing her shoulder, held out her good arm towards him so he could raise her onto the lion. “Let’s get out of here before I faint.”

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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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Lyss glared at Luis from where she stood. Her hands continued to grow closer and closer as her trap shrunk. It looked like things were going well, until Luis pulled a knife and threw it directly towards her. She gasped. It was going too fast. She jerked her body to the side to avoid it hitting her heart, and in a second the knife had found her.

Searing hot pain erupted from her shoulder and Lyss cried out. She grit her teeth and closed her eyes. The pain was unbearable, but she couldn’t let Babylon get away. She didn’t care if Luis slipped out, but there was no way in hell she would let that bitch go. Her trap glitched a few times. The barrier around Luis faded and reappeared between him and Babylon. The bitch wearing Ellie’s skin was still trapped, but in her pain Lyss had released Luis.

Her right arm remained stretched out towards Babylon, trembling as she tried to keep the trap working, but the knife was still in her shoulder. Lyss reached for the knife with her left hand and flinched as she felt where the knife had made its mark. It was directly beneath her clavicle, and while it hadn’t found any major organ it was embedded in the muscle. She could feel it in her flesh that the tip had scratched the top of her shoulder blade.

Just as she was about to worry if Luis would attack her again the floor before her erupted in fire. Lyss stepped backwards, clutching her shoulder with her good arm. “Fuck,” she muttered, still grimacing from the pain. Still, she kept the trap in place. “You won’t get away so easily, Babylon!” She shouted over the screams of those trapped in the hellfire. While her voice was still strong, her pain could easily be heard in her tone.

“Madison, I need something to trap her in!” She yelled in the direction of her sister. “We can’t let her get away again!”

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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The deal was made, the shake of a hand would seal the deal, and just as Lyss had a glimpse of hope that she could help her sisters it was taken away by one individual. The same individual that gave her hope in the first place.

Kimberly.

She thought the moment she saw her step through the door with a glock in hand. Lyss knew in a second that this had all been a setup. She’d been playing them this whole time. For what reason? Lyss didn’t have enough time to consider that. The moment Walton took out the cowgirl, Lyss was ready to react.

“I knew you bitches were trouble!”

Lyss saw him reach for his pistol and reacted purely out of instinct. The first thing she could think of was to duck. She slid down and into the best crouching position she could make to put the coffee table between herself and the bullets. She heard Claudette’s scream, raw and full of terror, and grimaced as she covered her neck and head.

Just when she imagined that a bullet would bite her next, she heard the crunching of metal and peeked her head out from behind the table. The Jaws. Madison. Thank satan she came along. First the gun was taken out, and then Luis’s throat was ripped out.

Lyss pushed herself to her feet and nodded a thanks to Madison, but it seemed that the victory was short lived. She watched in awe as his throat regenerated within seconds. A healer!? Honestly, they should have fucking known. Lyss raised her hands, prepping to use her abstraction, but Luis recovered faster than she expected.

He made it to Madison before Lyss could charge her ring up with energy. The force of his fist against the bones of the Jaws shocked Lyss. She took a few steps away. This was going to have to be Madison’s fight. Lyss knew that there was nothing she could do for her.

She turned to go to Claudette. She needed to stop the bleeding. The bullet must have gone through her wrists main veins, because the blood was oozing out of her.

“Get her, she’s the biggest threat here!”

Lyss stopped in place. She’d forgotten about tweedledee and tweedledum. She looked towards them with a glare. Her hands rose and she aimed them towards the two apparitions, towards her old Coven sisters, but the other bitch, not Babylon, aimed her bones towards her and let them fly.

She wouldn’t have enough time to dodge. Did she have enough time to grab something to put in front of her? Damn, Babylon’s grin was sinister. Fuck, fuck. Lyss thought in a panic, and just before she dropped to the floor for a second time that night Penny flew in front of her and took the bones for her.

What?

She stared at the woman before her. Why would she? For me? Wasn’t she friends with Kimberly Walton? Did she know that this was Walton’s plan all along, or did Kim keep her in the dark too? She was extremely concerned at first, until she noticed that the bones hadn’t pierced through her. Until she saw the bones pull themselves from Penny’s skin and float in the air before them.

Lyss felt a wave of relief pass through her before she could finally do something to help the current situation. She held up her arms once more, palms outstretched, and allowed whoever or whatever came from Molly take her before activating her abstraction.

If she timed it right, the bones and coins would hit the Babylon and the dreadlocked abscised with her. If she focused just enough, maybe she could trap Babylon and the dreadlocked bitch. Or someone much more dangerous too.

The black light began to emit from her ring. It quickly made its way towards Babylon first, engulfing her in it’s opaque bubble, but instead of heading towards Babylon’s other friend it crawled its way over to Luis. Lyss grit her teeth. The trap was working, but it took extra effort to keep Babylon within the barrier as she stretched it.

If she managed to trap them both, she intended to put Babylon and Luis in the smallest trap possible. If they didn’t have enough space to move, it would reduce their chances of attacking the barrier. Which meant that Lyss would not feel their anger against her field of black lux energy and she could hold them long enough to get the girls out.

Lyss could feel her cast stretching to its limits, but she held on tightly. It wrapped itself around Luis, and just as Lyss adjusted to trapping both apparitions she took a step backwards and pulled her arm back. The trap pulled Luis with it and away from Madison, who had practically gone through the flooring by now.

“We came here to make a deal, Luis! We have nothing to do with Walton showing up here.” She shouted. It was the truth. Lyss was already frustrated enough that they weren’t likely to get any potions now, but to be left to deal with Kimberly’s chaos? She wouldn’t stand for it. At this point, her anger was enough to fuel her strength.

Lyss opened her palms as if a ball laid between her hands. She was mimicking the exterior of the trap. Her palms slowly began to press inward, and the trap around Babylon and Luis began to shrink inch by inch. The smaller the trap, the easier it would be to keep them inside. It would require much less energy too. She just had to keep her focus.