The Orago District – BC.

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The Orago District is where the working class residents live. They are neither rich nor poor, but can afford good enough housing. This district has a commune feel to it, with lights hanging across the streets to provide light at night. For this reason, Orago can seem like a safe place. There are a few shops and cafes here so residents do not always have to rely on travelling to the Inner City or worse, Kayl. Residents will usually work in the Inner City or the Port, but some might work in Kayl.

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After Ava had knocked Selina out and then placed a magic sleeping spell on her, Joel and the young student take Selina and the talking demon plushie Tallulah back to his home in the Orago District.

Scene setting – Joel’s House – Blood City.

Co-written with Gene and Temp.

 

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Joel’s House

Thankfully, the bus ride went smoothly from the inner city towards Orago district – where Joel lived. To those that sat near them on the bus, Ava and Joel spoke as though the girl that slept in his arm needed medical attention, and subsequently the other passengers gave them space, thinking that she was contagious. Amazing how people thought when you gave them subtle hints. It was enough to make Joel feel a bit more relieved, but he still had an unconscious High Priestess on his lap and she could wake at any given moment. Passing through the valleys and outer forests they finally came across the outer district of Orago. It was nothing like the city, and the many towering hills that were dotted with dwellings and shacks gave the tourist the impression that this was a workers town. That those that lived here commuted to the big city center and back daily.

Getting off the bus stop nearest to his home, it would be a five minute walk up some small trails till finally coming out at a double story building in amongst the trees. It was overgrown in parts, but in a way it had a certain charm about it. Almost like it was nestled in the middle of a garden that had long since been cared for. This was true in a sense, since it was Joel’s mother that had the green thumb. In the years since her death, the garden came into its own and grew in a way as though to protect the house that was in the middle.

Taking Selina up the stairs, he stopped at the door to take off his shoes, when the sliding door slid back to reveal a young woman who happened to be Joel’s sister. She was on her way out and stopped right before Joel with a look of bewilderment and confusion.

“Joel….what are you doing bringing home a child?” Stepping back only as Joel barged on through, the weight of the girl having grown heavy in his arms. “I can’t really explain, Beatrice. I need to place the girl down.” He headed into Beatrice’s small bedroom and placed the girl carefully on her bed. His sister didn’t like this at all.

“You can’t just bring a kid home and then dump her in my room without telling me what is going on.” Beatrice put her hands on her hips and frowned at her older brother. This was most out of character for him, and she wanted answers. Instead, Joel went to put on a kettle for a much needed cup of coffee.

“Go to work, Beatrice, you’ll be late.” He didn’t even look back at her to see if she had gone. Beatrice shook her fist at her brother then snatched up her bag, before seeing Ava on the porch. “When I get back, I want answers.” She shot Ava a strange look, then took off down the stairs to catch the bus to the inner city, just where Joel had come from.

Now that he was alone with just Ava and the sleeping Selina in his sister’s room, Joel took out a cigarette finally and lit it. Taking that first drag helped him relax after the very trying day.

“So, time to interrogate the plushie.” Joel said, hoping that Ava would set the bag down and let the strange toy creature out.

~RB~

 

Gene:  

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The excuse worked perfectly well. Not only were they able to leave the Council Headquarters quickly, the lady from before hadn’t noticed anything odd about the room. Even on the bus, whilst some did look at them, they kept their distance and did their best to make eye contact; it was as if they were a disease people noticed, but didn’t want.

As the bus made its way to the Orago District, it quickly became apparent everything was new to Ava; never before had she been in Orago. The Vestro District purposely kept itself secluded from the lower classes. For that reason, many generations knew little about the life others, who weren’t as fortunate as them, held. Her finger lingered on the glass and her attention was being pulled in all directions with the scenery. Even when they departed from the bus, Ava would often slow down to observe something, then quickly run to catch up with Joel and Selina.

After a few minutes, she finally rested her eyes upon Joel’s house. Was this truly where he lived? If Joel ever did look to her, she’d do her best to mask her surprise. It was only after seeing such things, which made Ava realise that not everyone was as fortunate as her. However, the obvious-caste-system was the least of their problems.

Following close behind, Ava found herself meeting Joel’s sister. It was odd meeting someone related to a teacher; when she was younger, she always thought teachers lived in the school and had no family. She took her shoes off and would have greeted his sister, but there seemed to be no point. It’s not like greeting her would stop her questions. Thankfully, Beatrice didn’t ask any questions what Joel was doing with a 16 year old; after his sister left, Ava began to explore her bedroom. It wasn’t as though she could do much exploring; nonetheless she took interest into the smallest of details, until they came back to the topic.

Ava placed her bag onto the floor and said, “It’s fine to come out,” to Tallulah. The toy had been brief with its answers to their previous questions, but they had to know more.

 

Temp:  Being stuck in some humans bag was not something she had expected to ever experience, and yet here she was. Selina had apparently remained asleep due to Ava’s spell, which was fortunate for the two humans. Honestly, she doubted that the awakened Selina would just randomly kill these two, but their fear was understandable. When they finally stopped and seemed to be at their destination she was quick to hop out of her ‘prison’. She then made her way next to Selina, and turned her head to look between the two humans. “Interrogate huh? What the hell else do you two want to know huh!?” Explaining everything to these two was rather irritating, but there wasn’t much of a choice other than to comply at the moment.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The toy plushie emerged from Ava’s bag and was in no mood to be asked questions or be interrogated by the pair. Which was equally as frustrating for Joel, since he had taken a very big risk in bringing the girls back to his house. For one, it would send tongues wagging for sure by his neighbors. The kettle in the kitchen was boiling, and Joel left Ava alone with the plushie as he went to fix them both a cup of tea. The house was very simply furnished. Nothing outrageous or fancy in this home. Everything was functional and practical. The furniture alone looked to be older than Joel himself, and it was.

Coming back into the living area, Joel set down the tea tray and of course offered a cup to Ava. It may be a welcome relief. Something that was considered normal, in a very unusual situation. Stirring his tea with a spoon, he finally set the cup down and got down to it.

“You say you are Selina’s guardian. If this is true, than you would understand that neither Ava or I mean her any harm. But if she is a danger, just what are we to expect? I mean, I have brought her into the safety of my home and that of my sister’s.”

Joel then looked at Ava. “I am sure that Ava never meant to be caught up in this either. It’s getting late, and I know she would be missed by her parents soon. We are both owed some sort of explanation. Surely you can understand that.”

it was then that Joel asked the most serious of questions.

“Why was she put to sleep? What did she do that had her condemned to be cursed for nearly six centuries?”

~RB~

 

Gene:  

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With Tallulah out of the bag, and her obvious displeasure at having to be interrogated, Ava stepped back. Perhaps it would be best allowing Joel to take the lead – this was his home after all and it’d only be respectful for Ava to simply act like a guest. Joel’s departure resulted in silence in the room; Ava had no idea what to say to the toy.

“So…” She said, doing her best to eradicate the silence; talking to a toy was much more easier than talking to someone her age. Tallulah didn’t look the slightest bit intimidating, though that was probably a misjudgement on Ava’s part. If she was younger, she’d certainly want to cuddle the toy. However, Ava had to keep in mind Tallulah was Selina’s guardian. There was probably a good reason for that.

As Joel re-entered, Ava took a seat and accepted his offer of tea; she thanked him and took a sip. It did come as a relief to drink something soothing in this hectic day. Sitting down made her realise how tired she was. Her arms ached from carrying the bags, whilst her legs just wanted rest on the couch. She kept her composure for the time being.

The reasoning with Tallulah began and Ava avoided Joel’s gaze when he spoke about her. The ultimate question was asked. Was Selina truly so bad she was put to sleep? Or were the circumstances leading to her fate were different?

Temp:  Tallulah sighed and rubbed her ‘hands’ against her head, shaking it as she did so.“Look you two…she didn’t do nothin’ and she wasn’t condemned, okay?” Having to explain such ancient history was really annoying, “Her family and coven were killed because of the magic they practiced, and the only reason Selina survived is because she was sealed away. You two probably think she’s evil, but I’d say she’s just…eccentric…” She wasn’t considered evil back then, but she definitely did have her quirks. Experimenting sometimes brought out her sadistic side, but she wasn’t a heartless murderer. “She’s not gonna kill you guys if she wakes up alright? She might examine your bodies or something though..on the outside I mean, not internally!” Hopefully these humans would calm down on their little doomsday scenario.

 

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The teacher knew that Ava was averting her gaze from him, but as to why he was unsure? He arched a brow as if to say ~What’s with you?~ But of course, the attention then swung back around to Tallulah who was now becoming short with the pair. Going as far to say that she didn’t do anything to warrant being cursed, and that in fact her family were slain simply for being witches and practicing magic. Now, that was not entirely unheard of. People killing those that they deemed to be witches. It totally married up with the time period as well. Superstition, religion and people’s own inability to accept what they did not understand caused much panic and resulted in the deaths of those that were accused of practicing.

Joel sat on the edge of an old and tattered armchair, his elbow resting on his knee and his upturned fist supporting his chin. He wasn’t dismissing anything that the plushie said, in fact it explained a great deal. Tallulah was trying to reassure them that Selina was not evil per say, but eccentric.

“Of course she isn’t evil. That is why you were so quick to tell us to knock her out in the Council HQ.” This of course was laced with sarcasm. Could you blame him for feeling this way?

Joel rolled his eyes and gave a little flick of the head. He simply couldn’t help acting out.

“She’s not gonna kill you guys if she wakes up alright?”

“Well that’s comforting to know.”

She might examine your bodies or something though..on the outside I mean, not internally!”

This had Joel’s eyes widen considerably. A girl witch wanting to examine his body. “I don’t think so.” Joel pushed his hands onto his knees and rose to standing suddenly. He was becoming exasperated now, and the cracks were starting to show. Joel, was tired. The only problem was he couldn’t go to sleep in his own house, knowing that Selina could wake up and then….carry out an examination on his sleeping form. So comforting.

Joel walked in a small circle, raking his fingers through his disheveled hair. What was he going to do now? Should he just call the authorities, and let them take her off his hands? He didn’t need this now. He had a job, one that he counted on to keep the roof over his and his sister’s head. God, his sister. What was she going to say when she got home? He could picture the argument already in his mind – hear her raised voice. Not to mention the neighbors would get an earful too.

The teacher shot a look at Ava, who like him was also starting to look worn out. His lips formed a slim line as he came up with the only solution he could think of.

“I’ll take first watch. Ava, you might want to call your parents, and maybe just camp out on the couch while I watch Sleeping beauty in there.” He jerked his thumb towards his sister’s bedroom.

~RB~

 

A ticking time bomb – BC.

 

When magic is happening right out in the open, it would be very hard to explain.  Knocking out Selina in order to keep her true self repressed posed even more problems for Ava and the young Teacher; Joel.  

Scene setting :  The Council HQ, Blood City Series.

This is co-written with Gene and Temp.

 

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Insane. That was the best word to describe what was happening in the reading room. We know and accept what happens in our world, because, logic. Logic and what we are taught from a young age as to what is real and what is fantasy. But what if everything you had ever believed could be turned on it’s head in a single moment. That being when a plush toy comes to life and starts screaming at you. Not just to do the unthinkable – knocking out a child, but also telling you off for picking it up. Joel, dropped Tallulah on the table, right at the same time that all the papers and documents that had been in the box blew up and danced about the room as though there was a freak wind storm. It was enough not only to block Joel from seeing Ava perform a spell on Selina to put her to sleep, but it also stopped passersby in the corridor to seeing what was going on within. Papers danced and whizzed past Joel at an alarming speed. It was like being in a wind tunnel and he madly tried to catch them out of the air. If any of them ripped or tore, he was going to be up for more then the initial fee that the paid in the beginning.

Only when the papers started to settle, and Joel was trying to put them in a pile, did the plushie talk again.

“Woah man, that was CLOSE! Good job human.”

Course, the plushie was speaking to Selina. Joel had no inkling that there was not just one witch in that room, but two. Rising to stand and putting the papers back into the box, the young teacher realized that he was in way over his head this time. He wanted to have a cigarette so badly, just to calm his nerves which were frayed. It was one thing to deal with an abusive talking plushie, but now they had an unconscious girl, who could be a real danger to them – not that he even could begin to understand why. One thing he did know though, they couldn’t stay in here.

“Okay….so the name Steiness is bad for some reason.” He couldn’t believe he was going to even attempt to talk to the abusive plushie, but he had to know. “Why?” You don’t just knock a girl out for no reason.

 

~RB~

 

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With a spell being a success, Ava now held Selina in her arms. She quietly shuffled, doing her best to move Selina onto the chair. Now, since Selina was only sleeping, Ava knew if they continued talking loudly, she might wake. After ensuring Selina wouldn’t fall off of the chair, she looked to Joel and the toy and placed a finger on her lips, indicating they should be quiet.
Ava moved away from Selina, picking up the papers as quickly as she could and organising them into a pile. Her speed yet carefulness to not make a sound made it clear she wanted to move away from Selina. After seeing that display, it no longer surprised Ava that Selina was once a High Priestess. Even a human could have recognised the danger and power displayed in that one action. Her own magic tingled from sensing the immense power in Selina. But, now she could no longer sense it. There was definitely more to the girl than papers could reveal. Out of the corner of her eyes, Ava eyed the toy. It knew something important. Even though she had initially ignored the instructions of the toy – due to being bewildered – it knew what to do. It knew what was happening to Selina.

Finally cleaning up her own mess, Ava gestured for Joel to follow her. She would have proceeded to pick up the toy – or whatever it was – however, the way it reacted to Joel picking it up gave a clear impression. Instead, she settled with also waving her hand to the toy. Ava moved to the far corner of the room and waited for Joel and Selina’s toy to come.

“You know something,” She whispered, looking at the toy, “Who is she?” Despite their current situation, Ava’s voice was surprisingly calm, even though inside she was afraid. As of now, Ava didn’t care what had set Selina off.

 

Temp:  Selina was completely knocked out, and wouldn’t be causing trouble any time soon. Tallulah on the other hand was still very much awake, and she wasn’t very happy. Joel had picked her up which pissed her off, and then Ava seemed like she was going to attempt the same thing. Fortunately she decided against it and instead motioned for her to follow her and Joel. Obviously she didn’t want to wake Selina up. The Grimoire hopped off of the table and over to the two humans, looking up at them with an unmoving face. So they wanted to know more about Selina? At this point sharing information probably wouldn’t matter, so there was no need to ignore them. “Selina Shamandalie, High Priestess of The Black Halo. What else is there…She isn’t a child? Her real form is being suppressed?” What more was there to say about Selina that would make them understand who she was? Probably nothing. It’d be best to show them, but at the same time would be a bad move.

 

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Everything about this situation was now so fucked up, that Joel was beginning to regret ever having been a gentleman towards the young Selina in the first place. They were in the worst possible place to have just discovered that not only was Selina a High Priestess of the Black Halo, but she was not a real child. Her real form was being suppressed. Why would she be suppressed and kept asleep for five or so centuries. Probably because she was the be all and end all of dark magic. Joel was no idiot. He knew that the fact a talking cursed cat plushie was now opening up that her Mistress was someone of great importance and a danger not only to those around her but also herself. The flashing of her eyes, was the start of the troubles, so….if she had started to remember, as the teacher was trying to get his head around this, that not only were they in trouble, but those that worked and visited the Council HQ.

Joel slapped his hand to his forehead. Of all the places they had brought her too. Now, they had to get her out of there….and fast. Also, they had to keep her unconscious, for fear of what she could do if she woke up. The young teacher knew that there was no way that Ava was going to take the girl home, knowing what she was. Her parents were very important people in the city, and the last thing they needed was the High Priestess of the Black halo under their roof. Joel was also thinking that he couldn’t possibly take her home with him. What would his sister say?

He honestly didn’t know what to do. Or who to turn too.

Joel scratched his hair line and looked at Ava with a worried expression.

“Any ideas on where we can take her?”

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The concise explanation the toy presented only left Ava with more questions. She began to say something, but stopped, instead choosing to rub her head. The silence that occurred after gave her some time to think about how to construct her questions.

“Any ideas on where we can take her?”

Ava looked up to Joel. That was a good question. Unfortunately, it was one she couldn’t answer. Where could Selina go? She’d need to be watched. By who? The two couldn’t do it; despite her appearance, Selina was dangerous, that much was clear. It was only by fluke that Ava had managed to stop her ‘real’ self from coming out.
Her face waned as a possible solution came to her mind.

“Should we-“ Ava hesitated. Even possessing the thought sent shivers down her spine, “If she poses a threat… Shouldn’t we,” Ava began to shake and her voice wavered, “Kill her?” After voicing her suggestion, she shook her head, “No, no, we can’t,” Though, her eyes flickered to Joel.

Tallulah would have obviously been against the idea. Joel, on the other hand, might not; even though Ava had backtracked on what she said, a part of her wanted Joel to agree with her and fuel the suggestion.

“What is her real form capable of?” Ava decided to ask Tallulah; maybe – just maybe – her real form wouldn’t be as bad as they thought. “Why would her real form pose a threat to us and the city? If it would, at all?”

 

Temp:  Tallulah would have had a very angry look on her face due to Ava’s suggestion, but she was not capable of that in this form. “I suggest you never say or consider that again, human.” Selina was her mistress, and as such she was bound to protect her. The fact this girl had the nerve to suggest such a thing in front of her was outrageous. At the mention of Selina being a threat to them she sighed. It wasn’t very easy to explain why Selina was a threat. “Selina was brought into this world with blood and dark magic rituals…so her mind is a bit…twisted…and her magic is unlike anything you’ve likely ever seen.” She was definitely dangerous, but whether or not she went about killing or blowing things up was uncertain. It was hard to figure out what Selina was thinking in her true form.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Joel could hardly believe his ears when Ava started to suggest that they kill the High priestess, rather than do any more to help her. Was she insane? Murder carried a life jail sentence, and Joel rather liked his life….on the outside of a prison cell. He hadn’t even been caught speeding, or had a traffic ticket. Breaking the law just was not in his books, no matter how dangerous a person or individual could be. Truth was, they really didn’t know what she was capable of, though Ava may have a better idea considering what and who she was – not that Joel was clued in to her true self. The Teacher just stood there, slack jawed. That was until the cat plushie demon thing put forth that they were never to say of consider that course of action. Joel held his hands up as though he was not taking part in that sort of plan.
“Don’t look at me, I can’t even kill a spider, let alone another being.” It was true, he simply didn’t have what it took to kill someone. So that was definitely out.

“Selina was brought into this world with blood and dark magic rituals…so her mind is a bit…twisted…and her magic is unlike anything you’ve likely ever seen.”

“I have yet to see anything magical in this day and age, aside….from well you…talking.” This was pointed out to Tallulah, as Joel didn’t have anything to compare with what Selina may or may not be capable of. Glancing down at Selina’s unconscious form, Joel knew that she would be too heavy for Ava to carry, and that it would be up to Joel to do the honors. He could hardly believe what he was now going to have to do.

“I’m going to have to take her home. I don’t know of anywhere else.” He looked exasperated and in need of a cigarette, but again he couldn’t exactly light up in the reading room of the Council HQ. Putting on his satchel across he body and swinging it to his back, he went to pick up the sleeping Selina in a fireman’s lift and then motioned for Ava to get the door.“You get the fluff ball, and we just leave the documents here for the officials.” They couldn’t take those with them, as they were government property. “There is a bus stop not far, we should head out there now, and I take her and Tallulah home with me.”

If Ava wanted an out, this was it. She probably had gotten more than she bargained for in the first place from the time she entered the Peach Cafe. Going home with a teacher probably wouldn’t look good.

 

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As expected, the two didn’t respond well to her first suggestion; it might have been better in the long run to eradicate any possible threats by eliminating the source of them in the first place. It was a utilitarianism approach and maybe the whole City would have benefitted from their actions, however it didn’t deter from the fact it’d scar the morality of Ava and probably Joel.

As Tallulah responded to her question, it crossed out any possibility that they could reason with Selina’s true form.
“She’s evil,” Ava whispered to herself and then muttered, “Great…” When Joel commented about Tallulah’s ability to talk, Ava piped in, “How are you able to talk? And move?” As soon as Ava posed the question, she dismissed it, “Never mind,” It was clear they had to leave. Now.

Thankfully, Joel had volunteered to have Selina stay with him; it was likely Joel would be the one who had to do so. Ava couldn’t return home with an unconscious girl – what would her parents say? Her only concern, for Joel, was that Selina’s real form wouldn’t awaken in his house. With Joel’s instruction, Ava leaned towards Tallulah then recoiled, not wanting her to act badly.

“Do you want to go in one of my bags?” She suggested, gesturing over to them by the table. The thought hadn’t crossed Ava’s mind that she could back out. Her concerns regarding Selina clouded any thoughts – if there were any – of letting Joel handle Selina and going home; she was a part of the problem too. Perhaps, it was because she too was a Witch. Whilst Ava had never been in a coven – mostly due to her lack of knowledge if there were any other Witches – she still felt duty bound ensure Selina wouldn’t do anything bad. What chance did humans stand against a Witch like Selina, whom was supposedly powerful?

“We should say we are talking her to the hospital,” Ava advised; people would notice a man holding an unconscious girl more than a girl wearing the sort of attire Selina did.
If Tallulah jumped one of her bags, or allowed Ava to hold her, Ava would be following Joel, heading to his house.

 

Temp:  Tallulah watched Joel as he picked Selina up and eyed him to make sure he didn’t try anything. She’d been with her mistress for centuries now, so it should be obvious that they shared a bond of sorts. The real form of Selina loved her just like this fake did, but the two were different in every other way. It was obvious to her that these humans considered Selina to be some kind of ticking time bomb, and they weren’t really in the wrong. This was a matter that wasn’t going to be handled as easily as killing one person though, that much was certain. For now she would follow the humans, as they had her mistress, and jumped into the bag that Ava mentioned. She had no idea what was the best thing to do with Selina at the moment, but she needed to keep her safe.

 

 

The eyes have it – BC.

Right in the heart of the city, Joel and Selina find themselves in a whole lot of trouble, as Tallulah tells them what to do.  Will it be too late? Scene setting: The Council HQ – Blood City. Co-written with Temp and Gene.

 

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As the paper was moved across the table toward Joel and Selina, Joel took out his reading glasses and placed them on so he could better understand the text. It was a very floral way of writing and harder to read than more modern text. Ava managed it without problem, but discovered that there were two family names with both owning vast amounts of estate. It was concluded that at some point, the city was actually two villages. Joel mused over this finding, unaware that the name Steiness had any significance. The small plushie, that had been silent up till now – decided that this was the time to finally become animated. Leaping from the small girl’s arms and yelling obscenities of how if they didn’t knock the girl out they would both be fucked. A swearing plushie? Joel fell back in his seat at the sight of the yelling cat doll. “Knock the girl out?”The teacher would never hit a child, especially not in a public place like this. Joel jumped up from his chair and shot a look through the glass panes that gave those outside the reading room a chance to see in. Oh this was bad. The teacher then made a grab for the plushie, to try and shut it up. It was only as he lent across the table, did he see Selina’s eyes changing colour. It was like before at the Peach cafe, and when she was losing control. Joel had been able to calm her then, but he didn’t know if he could do it now.

“Ava….hit her!” He cried out, while still trying to scoop up Tallulah.

 

~RB~

 

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When Selina mentioned the name, Ava turned to her. “Do you kn-“ “Ohh boy…this ain’t good.” She did a double take, looking for the source of voice. Had her toy just spoken? Ava stared at it; Selina was once again successful at blowing Ava’s mind. If anything, she wouldn’t have expected a toy to start talking. When the toy jumped onto the table, Ava recoiled, falling back onto her chair, just as Joel did. Even though she wasn’t focusing on him, a minor thought lingered in the back of her mind: at least he seemed as shocked as she did. Joel hadn’t reacted much – in fact, he might have come across as emotionless – to the other things that were revealed about Selina. The reason why was still a mystery to Ava. Perhaps he… No, it was too absurd to even fuel the thought. As if she was in a horror movie, Ava jumped when Joel leaped up and went for the toy; he was far quicker thinking than her. It was when the toy spoke once again that Ava finally looked to Selina. She hadn’t noticed the girl had gone silent. But, it wasn’t what she was focusing on right now. Her eyes; they were stained a bright red. If Joel hadn’t repeated the instruction Tallulah had given, Ava would have just sat there, and amazed at what was going on; whenever she did a spell, her eyes never transformed into another colour. “What? Oh,” This time, it was Ava who pounced up from her chair; it didn’t take a genius to realise red-glowing-eyes always symbolized something bad. Ava was just too fascinated to concentrate on the consequences of Selina’s current state. The only thing that would have sufficed to render Selina unconscious would have been the book in the box. Instinctively, her hand moved to the book and the book moved to her hand, Ava took hold of the book, spun on her heels and with as much strength she could muster, struck Selina across the head with it. Ava wasn’t a strong individual, so it was most likely it wouldn’t do the trick, Ava would raise her hand to strike the girl again, but then a better method came to her head. Shifting her glance to Joel, the papers on the table and box would blast into the air; Ava attempted to obscure Joel’s vision. After using the telekinetic move, she’d try to grab Selina’s hand and whisper, “Somnus,” (Sleep spell) If the spell worked, Ava would do her best to catch Selina if she fell.

 

Temp:  Selina had not reacted to the words of Tallulah, Joel, or Ava, and instead remained completely silent. Her body was void of motion and her expression was blank. Tallulah on the other hand was flailing about like crazy as soon as she was picked up by Joel.“OYE! Put me down you stupid human!” The plushie was not very fond of being picked up by random people, but at least the two humans seemed to be responding to her warning. Selina stumbled to the side as she was bashed with a book, but it didn’t do much else. Thankfully, Ava was able to use a spell to put her asleep. Her small body immediately lost it’s ability to stand and fell into Ava, who would hopefully assist her. Tallulah looked between the two and sighed in relief when she saw that Selina was no longer conscious. “Woah man, that was CLOSE! Good job human.” Once more Selina was prevented from awakening, but how successful would they be next time?    

Tallulah : More than a toy – BC.

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Joel and Ava were now on the hunt for clues.  The library could be a wealth of information, if you knew where to look.  The cat plushie that Selina held was not what it appeared to be.  

Scene setting :The City Library, Blood City.

Co-written with Gene and Temp.

 

Temp:  Selina was appreciative of the assistance she was being given, but she felt like she was being looked at strangely by Ava. Mostly everything she had said and done shocked the girl into a new period of time, but why? Perhaps she was like her, a Witch? Or maybe she was someone who hated her kind? Selina really couldn’t figure it out, but she knew that it bothered her. Hopefully Ava didn’t actually have any negative feelings towards her, and instead was either nervous or extremely curious. Either way, she wouldn’t fault the girl.

While Ava was being told what to do, Selina turned her attention back to Joel, who was now questioning the plushie she carried with her. Her head tilted down as she looked at it, then back up to Joel. “Not cursed, but possessed…tis’ a demon in mine service, and the lady helpeth to keepeth me under control.” Joel likely wouldn’t understand what she meant by ‘control’, but she could explain that if he questioned her further on the subject. Tallulah didn’t offer any argument or comments to her revealing this information, which meant that Selina was free to do as she wished. This would help keep her in control of herself simply because she could express things without restraint.

 

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After receiving her instructions, Ava shot a quick smile at Selina and Joel, and then walked away from the two. Purposely, she started at the shelves – dedicated to history – at the far end of where they were. She had to clear her mind. Ava leaned against the shelf, staring at the floor. Selina was a witch. No confirmation was needed; Ava didn’t want or need Selina to perform a spell – she just believed because, upon giving it further thought, witchcraft was a sufficient explanation. Her knowledge about things other than spells, when it came to witchcraft, was limited; her imagination began to run wild, thinking of the possibilities out there. Though, the only way she’d find out is if she began her task.

Removing her bodyweight from the shelf, Ava looked at the top row, tilting her head so she could read the titles on the spine. Some books were, essentially, a repetition of the ones before it, from a different author. There were books from the history of the world, species, even the universe, though she’d expect them to be in the Science section.

Finally, she came across which was much more suited to the ones she was looking for. The palm of her hand opened, and the book flew out from its position, landing in her hand. Her fingers ran over the title, inked into the cover: ‘The myths of the Supernatural’. Opening the book, she began to read the first page.

 

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Ever have the feeling that you are in too deep? Joel was starting to feel this way. From what would be considered fiction to many, this girl was basically saying that she was a High priestess from a fifteenth century coven, and that in her arms she was holding a demon, no less whose job was to keep her under control. Whether the plushie was doing a very good job of that remained to be seen. Joel began to ponder. If she was a being of great power, than why was she in form of a child? Surely a Priestess would be an adult. Again Joel rubbed his chin. Nodding at appropriate times, but keeping a close eye on how this girl reacted to his questioning. She was so upfront, and not holding back, really. This either meant she was telling the truth as she knew it, or….she was the best cosplaying actress on the planet.

Joel checked over his shoulder on Ava, who had now found a book – hopefully one that would give them some insight into Selina. Wanting to keep the girl calm and content, Joel reached into his satchel and pulled out a small packet of mints. He enjoyed these when he was on the bus, or in between classes. He kindly offered the packet to Selina, not as a bribe, but hopefully something she would enjoy.

“Here…these are mints. Very tasty and good for your breath.” Not a great choice of words, but the good intent was there. If she took them, Joel would excuse himself and make his way over to Ava, but not before placing down his satchel at the study table.

“The myths of the Supernatural?” Joel had come up alongside Ava and used the crook of his finger to gain a view of the cover.

“We want facts…..not myths.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Selina tilted her head to the side as she looked up at Joel. Her eyes scanned him curiously, and eventually she looked down at Tallulah. He was a very curious man, but he didn’t seem at all familiar with magic. Perhaps he was unique in some way, or perhaps he was genuinely just trying to help her. She happily took the item that was offered to her by Joel, and payed no mind to him walking away and over to Ava. The two were obviously looking for some kind of history on her and her coven, which she didn’t mind. Though, she did think it was pointless.

Eventually, she stepped over to a desk and took a seat, setting down Tallulah on the table as she did so. She then leaned forward on the table and pat the plushie on it’s head, offering it a smile. “Tallulah, thou may speak…I order thou, obey mine words.”Tallulah could be very stubborn from time to time, and she had been that way since the cafe. “A’rite a’rite…sheesh, you didn’t have to invoke a command…whaddaya want?” Selina sighed in relief when she heard the voice of Tallulah, finally the demon had decided to comply, though this time it had no choice. “What doth thou think…about all this?” The opinion of her demonic servant was something that mattered to Selina. “Honestly, I think I shoulda let the real you get used to this world first…but you’re adjusting well enough, other than that old ass speech.”Selina wasn’t exactly comfortable with Tallulah possibly wanting her awakened form out, but she respected her opinion. She let out a sigh as she popped one of the mints in her mouth, finding it’s flavor to be very strange. It was unlike anything she’d ever eaten before. For now, she would remain seated, kicking her feet and enjoying her mints while Joel and Ava did as they pleased.

 

 

 

Tea and Biscuits – BC.

Scene setting : The Peach Cafe – Blood City.

co-written with Temp and Gene.

Temp:  What in the world was this place? There had been a fair bit of knowledge given to Selina by her Grimoire about this time period, but none of it really clicked with her. Gigantic stone buildings littered the area around her, and large metal rectangles moved at high speeds down large paved roads. None of this was even possible in the time that she knew so well, but that time had long since passed. Centuries had gone by while she slept within her sealed crystal, and for some reason she was now awake and in this strange land. Her Grimoire, Tallulah, had explained that the crystal had opened due to her own powers leaking from within, but it still explained so little. Her purpose in life had completely changed, as had her very persona. There were now two very different sides of her, one which was extremely vile, and one that was very confused and timid. The latter was what she was experiencing right now, though earlier she had been her true self. In a way, her ‘dormant’ form had a personality and mind of its own, one which disliked the ‘awakened’ form and it’s methods. Unfortunately, the awakened form was her true self, while her dormant form was something that managed to form during her slumber. Her goals and life were conflicted and a mess, but she at least had the resolve to continue with this new chance at life. She only hoped she could keep her true self at bay as much as possible.

After exploring the city for a fair bit of time, Selina found herself to be rather worn out. Her belly ached, her throat was dry, and her legs ached from the extensive amount of walking. None of the wordings on buildings really made much sense to her, so trying to find some place to rest was proving difficult. Until she stumbled upon a place called ‘The Peach Cafe’. Cafe seemed familiar to her, and if she remembered correctly it was place that she could actually utilize. Her small body eventually stepped into the cafe, where she found herself to be the new center of everyone’s attention. Everyone seemed to be staring at her. Perhaps it was because of what she looked like? Nobody here was dressed even remotely similar to her. Her eyes drooped down towards Tallulah, who was being firmly held against her chest with both of her arms.“Tallulah, would thou be so kind as to dilate wherefore these people art staring at me?” The cat plushy in her arms didn’t make a sound, and due to her very odd wording combined with her speaking to an apparent toy, she drew in even more reactions. “Prithee, doth not look at me like I am some strange creature.” She spoke lightly as she shot a rather weak glare out at the people around her, but somehow managed to get them to look away. Once their stares were gone she let out a weak sigh, and walked over towards the nearest seat. There were two people behind her that were talking, but she payed them no mind, and instead raised her hand into the air. She held it there for a good minute, as if expecting some kind of reaction from someone. After getting no response whatsoever, she cleared her throat with a loud ‘AHEM’, and wiggled her hand while staring at one of the waitresses. “Colours me! I require thy services! I desire tea and biscuits!” Ordering what she wanted wasn’t even something she could get right. Tallulah would be facepalming over and over again if it weren’t for the curious eyes of the humans around her.

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It came as as a delight when Ava was allowed to sit. When she brought up the matter that she went to the Acalo school, Ava saw no signs of any emotion letting her know whether she was welcomed for not. Joel had sighed before – it was unknown to Ava the real reason behind it – though she only took it as him not really wanting to talk. The proceeding moments were awkward. Her eyes shifted to the objects on the table and then the photographs on the wall, waiting for him to talk. When he did, Ava couldn’t help but smile in relief. More so, he knew who she was. The thought of excusing herself and leaving crossed her mind seconds before he spoke. As long as Joel gave the impression he didn’t mind her presence, Ava would stay.

“We have crossed paths on occasion at the school, but as yet you are in none of my classes.”

Ava nodded in agreement, “I’ve heard a few things about you,” Her glance moved to his muffin, then back again as she quickly added, “Good things,”

Her composure had been engulfed with formality. She sat, with her legs crossed, back straight, and hands clasped on her lap. A smile was plastered to her face, next to her soft features. Ava ran a hand through her hair, moving it away from her face. No matter how natural Ava appeared, her eyes revealed her current mannerisms to be nothing but fake; the practice of being formal and polite was something she was forced to do time and time again.

“I imagined a girl like you would travel in a pack.”

Ava blinked in an initial response to what he said. Was that the impression she gave to those who didn’t know her? Perhaps it was true; she ought to have a close friends with whom she’d do everything with. Reality was not like that. Since all the students knew one another since they were kids, everyone quickly knew one another. When puberty came, Ava wasn’t deemed ‘good enough’ to be integrated into a close group of friends or a pack.

Ava hesitated, before she finally managed to reply, “It isn’t really my sort of thing,” Her reply had been well thought out and it might have been obvious to anyone she wasn’t revealing the true reason.

All the while, Ava remained oblivious to Selina’s arrival. She was positioned so she had no view of the entrance and consequentially Selina’s arrival. Despite Ava noticing others looking at something, she decided not to be rude and seem as though she wasn’t interested in conversing with Joel. Though, Ava couldn’t deny she was curious. It took all of her willpower not to turn around. However, if Joel made any mention to the new arrival, Ava would proceed to look. If not, she’d hear Selina calling to a waitress.

Either way, her formality would trickle away from her face upon seeing Selina. What in the world was the girl wearing? Her attire looked old; not just old by a few years, but by centuries. And what was up with the way she was speaking? Ava stared, her mind replaying what the girl had said.

“Is she,” Ava paused, thinking of the word, “Cosplaying?” She continued when the term came to her mind, “Why in here?” Even though Ava was speaking aloud, she was speaking to herself instead of Joel; Ava usually found it helpful to think aloud.

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Body language says a great deal about the person, and it was clear from the way that Ava presented herself before Joel that she had been raised by someone that taught her manners and etiquette – especially in her posture. Back straight, and with hands in her lap. Ava’s dress gave Joel cause to wonder about her family; the Blackbane. One of the more influential in the city. With money comes power and influence, and yet this girl’s nature was a tad off from what he had come to expect. It was why he had made the blunt observation about how he imagined this girl’s social habits to be. Joel’s eyes followed Ava’s as she stared at various objects in a way to pass the time through the uneasy silence. This gave Joel the time to study her like she was a museum piece. It was amazing what one learns if they are truly observant. We often say more without having said a word. What was surprising however, was when Ava commented that she had seen him about the school too, and had heard things. This intrigued Joel, till she mentioned that she had heard good things.

“Really? Are you certain about that?” Here he was questioning her about such rumors. Joel was something of an enigma – a lone wolf. Not one to dilly dally in the daily lives of his contemporaries, or his students. He only took on students to tutor who showed patience and a will to learn – something lacking in most of the students at the school. At this point Joel’s grey eyes turned to the shade of a oncoming summer storm – drilling the girl’s as he continued. “Don’t always believe what you hear, Miss Blackbane.” Would this come off as a kind of warning?

Another pause in the conversation, only to be broken when Ava managed to say that travelling in a pack was not her sort of thing. At this, Joel raised his right hand to his chin and stroked it idly as though contemplating her words. Was she truly different from the other girls of her age? He had not seen any other students from the school in the cafe, so perhaps she did prefer her own company. But why? Tapping his cheek twice, he was about to say something when suddenly there was a ruckus being created what could be be described as a girl that looked as though she had stepped off the set of Downtown Abby. But it was not just her clothes that caused Joel to suddenly take his eyes off Ava, but how the girl spoke – and who she spoke to. A cat plushy held tightly within her arms. The young teacher moved his left arm to be draped over the back of the booth, as he candidly turned his head towards the newest customer to the cafe. His grey eyes trailed up and down the girl, taking in the outfit and he could not help but smirk. The girl was quite petite, but her accent. She was not from the city. The girl looked lost.

“Prithee, doth not look at me like I am some strange creature.”

Now normally when a person speaks, it is only interesting if it is addressed to them, but Joel was fascinated – oddly enough by how the young girl addressed the crowd. Instructing them not to stare at her as though she was a circus attraction. But could she not see, that it was the mix of her voice and her wardrobe that brought such attention? Even Ava could not hold back, and wondered out loud if the girl was cosplaying. At first Joel shrugged his shoulders lightly, his head turning just long enough to say. “Well if she is, she has a very good tailor.” The period clothes looked authentic. But Joel’s head snapped back so he found himself staring at the girl when she sang out; “Colours me! I require thy services! I desire tea and biscuits!”

~Tea and biscuts? Colour me?~ These words were definitely not said by some juvenile cosplayer. Keeping an act up like this took either great dedication, or madness. “Why in here?” The whispering of Ava continued, though she was not addressing Joel. Again thinking out loud. Was Ava not used to company?

The waitresses all huddled together, as though they were frightened to even approach the girl. They whispered to each other, pointing fingers, and one girl shook her head as though to say she was not going to go serve the weirdly dressed girl. Seeing this reaction, Joel raised his arm slightly and snapped his fingers.

“The girl wishes to have tea and biscuits.” His facial expression became cold…almost glacial as he stared at the girls with a menace that could not be hidden. “Now.” That word….Now, sent the girls scurrying to make a pot of tea and find a nice size cookie. Joel frequented this Cafe often and he was known to the manager. The last thing the girls wanted to do was upset him. Quickly, one girl came to Selina’s table and placed down a small tray, that had the tea pot, cup and saucer along with a little milk jug. A couple of shortbread cookies were on another plate and by the smell of them you could tell they were freshly made. The girl waited to be paid, but this was when Joel took out his wallet and handed the girl a ten dollar bill. “Keep the tip.” The waitress bobbed her head and hurried away, giving Joel the opportunity to speak to the strange looking girl. “Enjoy.”

Now the girl had her tea and biscuits, maybe she would be quiet and Joel could go back to his studies. Only thing was he forgot about Ava – who was still sitting opposite him. He picked up his coffee cup gently and took a sip, only to say afterwards.

“You were saying?”

~RB~