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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{Big Gay Al's Park}

In the face of Claudette's visible discomfort, Mariah smiled gently and innocently, whilst twirling her parasol. Yes, she saw Kara walk up behind Claudette, but she didn't say a word. When Claudette turned to look at Kara, Mariah laughed lowly to herself at the reaction. What was more interesting was Claudette's accent. Put simply, it was weird to her ears, and she was going to ask where it was from a little later.

"Let me just say, I'm Claudette Jones, the leader of the Coven, and while I want to welcome you to the Coven, I have to ask some questions just to make sure that you're a good fit. And tell you some information so it's not a surprise later." Claudette sighed, "But first, let me just ask you two to tell me about yourselves. Why you want to join, what you can do, and anything else you feel is relevant..."

Mariah stayed quiet as she thought up an answer but it was Kara who started speaking first.
Speaking and demonstrating.

”I’ve tried to figure this out as best I could for the last year, but I haven’t learned a lot about anything other than myself.”

"Preeeach," Mariah responded. Since her fan was already open, she needed only channel her will into it, but she decided to do a very flamenco fan flourish, as the glowing arcane symbols flared in the air around said fan, and it ignited the entire gazebo in a very neon orange outline. "Mis Abuelas told me a while ago, in some kinda vision or sort, that I got both they powers in one or somethin'. They showed me some stuff but said it might be a bit different cause I'm mixed-- whatever the hell that mean," Mariah elaborated, "So basically if anyone shoot fire out they ass at us we good right now. Them Abuelas mentioned some other stuff I might be able to do but real talk? I kinda forgot most the vision. I mean?"

Mariah looked around, gesturing widely with her fan as she declared, "It ain' exactly like I get shot by magic constantly? And I only discovered how uh. This one-- this one worked. Th-this cause--" she took a sharp inhale. Up until this point, her tone and gestures were all very confident, self-assured, and quite honest but now there was a tenseness to bordered on downright anxiety. Heavily, Mariah cleared her throat, then fanned herself rather hard while declaring, "It ain't much really. Sure ain't like Miss Trent over here." No matter how smooth she was, Mariah couldn't quite mask how she wanted to not go into detail about her previous thought, by changing the focus onto something else. Whatever she wasn't saying had certainly got her a little wound up. She did appear to be sweating as she went on to say, "I known about my magic for a long time but just ain't had much reason to use it. Probably weaker then it should be for how long I known it."

[Open] [Remake] The Deep Blue Sea

Gonna wait to post until everyone's back on the dock or something.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Telekinetic-Tether...

@The Ghost Note

** Master Of Puppets Blares In The Distance **

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{Mariah's Apartment...}

... was truly only "hers" because her name was on the lease. Between herself and The Boys, the apartment was paid for most of the time. Most of the stuff in the apartment was shared but even she admitted she hadn't bought most of the furniture. What? She'd paid for the curtains-- shower or otherwise-- so that was important. "Dearest Maxwell," began Mariah as she fanned herself, "When the hell we gon' get an AC?" And she was asking Maxi because he was the one who paid for nearly all the furniture-- and cause he actually had a steadily paying job. Looking up from the newspaper he insisted on keeping a subscription to, Maxwell stared across the card table at Mariah and asked, "Usin' my Guv'ment name? And-- why you always hot?"

Rolling her eyes, Mariah shook her head, "Because you light a fire in me-- but we can't all run as cold as a corpse, Maxi," as she leaned over and pushed the open dining room window even further up, "I run hot cause y'all run my blood pressure up now-- where the fuck--"

Noisy jangling at the front door answered Mariah's question. "Fuck-- Fuck-shit-- How the fuck you keep shoes there--" shouted Tory as he came in with a slam of the door. Mariah and Maxwell stared at each other as they listened to Tory's half-spanish ranting, then the bathroom door slammed. Maxwell opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Tory shouting, "--WE AIN' LATE!"

Mariah made a face of profound doubt as Maxwell laughed.
"What you think he do," Maxi began lowly with a lean toward Mariah, "Think he forgot?"
"Oh jefito definitely forgot," replied Mariah in the same manner.
"Probably was tryna get one extra round of squats in."
Mariah clicked her tongue, "You seen him lately? Like. Dios mios-- save some muscles fa the rest of us."
Maxwell laughed as the sound of the bathroom door hitting the wall was followed by noisy wet feet on wood flooring. As the boards creaked, announcing his proximity, both Mariah and Maxwell looked Tory over, as he stood in front of them soaking wet, in only a towel asking, "Seen my razor?" Maxi and Mariah exchanged glances.
"Uh? What... the. Shit," Maxwell lowly mumbled in confusion.
"Uh. Tory. Hector. Sweetie. You know you got uh," Mariah stopped fanning herself to gesture at her chest, "Some... Nipple. Bones?"

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^{Al Lopez Park}

As they pulled up to the park, Tory revved the engines on his motorcycle loudly, because of course he's one of those guys, as he parked it in the space between the handicapped parking spaces, because of course he did. Mariah dismounted, took her helmet off, then immediately began preening in the mirror on Tory's motorcycle. "You hair always look like shit," Tory casually told her as he took his helmet off. "I know, hun, just gotta make it at least look together. You can be shit but not sloppy shit," Mariah told him with a single finger boop on his nose.

While she was definitely wearing Goodwill clothes she at least didn't want to look like she just bought them. There's a difference between the well worn goodwill Rebook plain white high tops and a spray painted set, like the ones she wore, so that they at least looked all the way white. Her shirt, formerly the oversized pale pink tie dye abomination, had been cut into a crop top that hung loosely on her skinny and flat chested body, and she paired it with black pleated skirt of the boarding school kid variety.

Tory shook his head at Mariah, as she opened a pink hello kitty parasol in one hand, and opened her fan with the other. He sucked his teeth loudly. Mariah lowered her oversized sunglasses-- which were also from Goodwill and were probably for the blind-- as she told Tory, "This they first time not seein' me in Drag so I at least gotta not look like I came crawlin' out the swamp. And besides." Mariah leaned in toward Tory and lowered her voice, "At least I ain't the one who got nipple bones, Hector."
He SUCKED his teeth, "Oye--" he sucked his teeth practically every other word in distress "-- stop you ain' to be like that usin' government name. Cáchate, te voy a hacer una mierda liquida-- voy a madrear-- you fuck. You mom. Fuck... your mom. You."

Mariah had started walking away from him the MOMENT he sucked his teeth all loud. She knew where that was going and she had places to be-- important stuff to worry about like, who the hell was Claudette? While pleasantries had been exchanged kinda-sorta-in-a-beating-a-millionaire-senseless-way, Mariah didn't consider herself an expert on "The Coven"-- she air quoted the name in her head and probably always would. As far as her mind had catalogued Claudette, she was simply known as "the other one" that had a very racial connotation to it, so when she walked up to the Gazeebo and saw her sitting there, she knew she was in the right place.

Being here had been sort-of-semi optional for Mariah. Inwardly, she just admitted she liked hanging out at the park, rather than a... weird Rich House. There simply weren't enough broken bottles of gin and suspiciously piss smelling breezes there for her. Casually, she leaned against one of the Gazeebo supports, as she greeted Claudette with a, "Hey lil mamma, I think I must be a Park Ranger, cause you've started a wildfire and I'm gonna have so much paperwork to do about it." Mariah wiggled her brows but kept a straight face to further sell the weird humor.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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Blake's Orgy Porgy Boat.

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Madison's "plan" was going perfectly. She was attracting all this attention her way and maybe if she stretches it far enough, she can lure out Mr. Schmidt. Though, some of the comments this little Manny Pacquiao looking motherfucker said to her started getting under her skin. So her plan wasn't going perfectly.

"The fuck you just say to me?" Madison said, moderately heated. "I think you don't realize, but no was talkin' to your baby dick having ass in the first place. So goodbye. And while yo' is gone, get your eyes checked out. I know you're used to fuckin' methed out old bitches behind dumpsters, but I ain't fat at all, dickhead."

Tory whistled lowly at the response from Madison. Mariah, smirking, returned with a, "Oh honey, anyone'd rather fuck a meth-head behind a dumpster than you." She fanned herself now, taking up a tone of voice that indicated she was used to this kind of thing, as she continued, "I bet your pussy's like goin' into a crypt-- dry, full of webs, and dead. Can smell it from here, sis."

"Only thing you're smelling is your own, sister," Madison smugly said as she looked around. "I'm sorry I actually look like a chick instead of some ugly ass man in a wig. Can't wait to see your ass in twenty years after you gained thirty hundred pounds and got twelve kids."

Mariah couldn't suppress a slight chuckle then, "Hard to smell anything when you're smellin' your own breath, ain't it?" Tory was leaning against the railing now, clearly chill with the situation. He was just shaking his head and laughing along to the insults-- probably taking notes. "And I'd rather look a man than a chick that got hit by the train-- but only in the face," she finished with amusement.

"I can get hit with a train and still look fly," Madison boasted as she crossed her arms. "You on the other hand, if your dollar store ass makeup gets smudged you'd look like Jason without the mask on."

Mariah laughed and Tory did too at that last one. Were they just having fun at this point? Mariah didn't skip a beat as she said, "You did look fly gettin' bit by that train, sis, but I can tell ya landed face first." She shook her head, then told Madison, "Name's Mariah, by the way, Mariah Mainline-- Drag Queen. Performer. Spicy bitch."

Grace moved towards Madison and shuffled to stand in between the two, "Hey! Hey! " She exclaimed, She looked at Mariah and mouthed a quick, "Nice to meet you." before jumping her attention to Madison, "Can we calm down for just a second?" She was not sure if this was friendly insulting or full-on insulting but hey it did sound like fun.

Drag performer? Madison thought to herself. For a moment, Madison felt a little bad about calling Mariah a man in a wig after hearing that. However, she sighed for a moment. "It's cool, Grace," She started, without even looking at the newbie. Her full attention was on Mariah Mainline. "Madison Brown, uh..." She tried to find a way to give herself a title. "... Instagram model, exotic dancer, and... Witch."

Madison was slowly but surely adjusting to the idea of being a "Witch" even though they didn't do any weird witch stuff. "I think there was a misunderstanding here, and I apologize for that, but before I continue..." She said as she put a hand on her chest.

"... Are ya'll with Blake? Like, in his pocket or something?"

"Yeah, sis," Mariah said to Grace then, "We calm-- and no. Blake? Not only no but FUCK no. We just here to get paid. You know. Performers n' all," Mariah shrugged as Tory started doing... squats? Narrowing her eyes at the dude, Mariah went on to say, "And you're a Witch? Funny. Technically I am too but, you know, can't claim every title. Intro'd be too long." Smiling then she told Madison, "Nice to meet you. Ain't every day I find somebody that don' crumple into a weepin' mess after a round of jabs like that."

"Yeah, I'm tough," Madison said as she balled her fist. "In more ways than one... but I saw that little magic trick you pulled over and got suspicious - okay, it's a long ass story but... shit, where the fuck do I even start, sis?" She chuckled.

"Blake pulled some shit and we're here to get back at him... and by we're I mean as in the..." Madison stopped as she finger quoted. "... The Coven."

When Madison mentioned the coven, Grace could not help but smile, as she finally part of it now? Like... Fully? After the introductions, Grace then shook her head to snap out of thinking about being in the coven to say, "Oh! I'm Grace Chua." She wanted to join the train and add titles so in her quick (But terrible) thinking she said, "Normal... Rich Asian? I guess?" She let out a small chuckle since that was pretty awkward in some right.

Mariah imitated the finger quotes as she said,
"And, Grace? Normal Rich Asian Grace is also part of 'The Coven' too, I assume?" A moment of pause passed before Mariah said,
"How y'all gettin' back at Blake? Ain' much that can touch a Millionaire unless y'all tryna file a lawsuit." Tory decided to add,
"They prolly is-- claim he touch all they butts o'some shit," said the guy who was still doing squats.

"Well," Madison chuckled as she said. "I'll just say normal people-" God I wish that was me. "-can't see magic, so we'll use it to scare the piss out of him, but hey..."

She trailed off for a moment as a golden idea popped into her head. "... How about we forget about that for a second? And how about you join us?"

"... And we're fo' sure not a cult." Madison had to specify because they were one.

Grace clapped her hands and let out a smile, "Oh please do join us! I've been told that the more merrier when taking a rich one down!" She exlaimed, looking over to Mariah now as waited for her answer. Maybe this one is not as big as an asshole as Quinn was when they first met. "Absolutely not a cult! It actually took some doing for me to get in it." She laughed but she was a little jealous that it took this girl literal seconds of being inducted in the coven when Grace had to do weeks of research on Quinn just to get her to take her to the coven. Life is so unfair.

"That sound like somethin' a cult say," scoffed Tory. Mariah rolled her eyes, "You mean join the cult or join y'all in beatin' up Blake? Cause either way, honey? I'm in." And of course, Tory started singing teasingly, "Cause we got pre-paid and we don' even care.~"

Madison shrugged.

"... How about both?"

[Open] [Remake] The Deep Blue Sea

^@AnyAlex

Prince Tol Anzi-de Carragua

^{And His Very Tired Guard}

"NO!" Shouted the Prince.
"You are permitted to bring weapons," responded the Royal Guard, in a tone that suggested fearlessness. Of course they could bring weapons. It wasn't as if they were a threat anyway. Sometimes, the guard wondered why exactly they were guarding either of the Royals in the first place-- if anything, they would handle threats far better than their swords and shields could. With a shrug, the Royal Guard snapped at Prince Tol, "Your Highness. You understand the King's policy better than anyone. He wants his guests comfortable-- even if they insist on bringing in a rabid Wilpaq." Prince Tol seemed to sulk then as he crossed his arms and stared at the ground. "I'll go get my HORSE," he growled, shoving past the Royal Guard.

Decided to try something

What are some popular fairy tales told with the intention of getting kids to behave?

[Open] [Remake] The Deep Blue Sea

^@AnyAlex

Prince Tol Anzi-de Carragua

^{And His Very Tired Guard}

^{In the background, the Prince screeched, "You dare throw things at ME?!"}

The Royal Guard approached Val, seeming suddenly exhausted, "I can lead the way but it does appear that there were no specific instructions. As it stands, I figure they should be escorted by you and whatever other Guards we can scrounge up, so as to not let them," the Guard looked at Marcus, "Dart off into the alleyways?"

^{"I'll have your head for this," the Prince was screeching in tantrum.}

Rather respectfully, the Royal Guard approached Marcus, "Sir, please. We're but trying to prevent any sort of misunderstanding. We're about as clueless as you are on the summons and such."

^{"Are you-- Are you Ignoring me? You-- you're IGNORING ME?!"}

Bowing slightly, the Royal Guard, then told Marcus, "And I do apologize on behalf of the Royal Family for the ah. Acts of my illustrious Prince. He is quite cranky without his Evening jaunt through the forest. If you could gather yourself and any others you deem necessary for meeting the King, we will escort you post-haste. Do pardon the hour. This is all so very last minute--"

Prince Tol marched up but at least his sword was sheathed, quite pleasently he interjected, "Hello! Everyone. Tis I, Prince Tol, and I would like to know," he angerily demanded then, "What you're all whispering about over here?!"

Another exhausted sigh left the Royal Guard before they replied, "Your Highness, if you could look to the parchment crumpled in your hand, it will answer all of your questions." The Royal Guard looked to Val and Marcus then said, "We will wait for you here."

Decided to try something

Why is the village afraid of the volcano?

The Forest of Helsend

GURITAG

^@Jerkchicken

Her eyes narrowed at the Barmaid, but she said nothing. It was only after watching Tolan for a beat, then listening to Micah, that Guritag tilted her hat back slightly, then made sure to lock eyes with Dion. "I'd be tellin' talke were I t'say I'm confident 'bout this. What's t'say that man--" she indicated Micah with a tilt of her head "-- ain't just gonna up n' turn out t' be the local blood drinkin' maniac?" Shaking her head, Guritag stared at Micah as she continued to ask Dion, "And what's Arcanium's deal-- sendin' only you? You'd think the rumors'd justify sendin' a whole team or some sort. Ya sure they ain' just tryna' kill ya?" Of course, she reached across the table then, to take one od Dion's beers. Was this expected? Possibly. Was he going to let her do it? Who knows.

There was a definite anxiety starting to creep up on her though-- she wasn't even trying to repress it. Whatever was making her anxious needed to be sorted out. Between Micah, how strained the Barmaid's voice sounded, and the rumors, Guritag could help but begin to think this probably wasn't worth it. Maybe fighting several Kraken naked would be a good tale to recite to her village instead-- and likely just as risky, the way things sounded. Quite to herself, Guritag smirked slightly as she pictured it.