#like the bending form died but people that lived near by still have similar dress food traditons and belives like the AN did?

[chiptrillino]

How the hell do you find every accurate representative culture fashion for the avatar gang? Like it pains me the hell how people this good and hardworking can find these gorgeous cultural clothes and accessories and draw them so well and detailed like you- TELL ME YOUR SECRETS (Please)

idk about accurate. at the end it is still a fantasy world inspired by real life cultures contrasting or soothed out to fit a charakter personality and traits. listen if i spot an option to have a older fire lord zuko with his titts chest out i will go for it and nothing can stop me not even accuracy i say this as if i didn't already do it in private with seethrough material hahah

there is not much secrets behind it though, sorry its research, fact checking. often even the most random things. at least that is my method. you go to google and type in what you need and would like to know. read the wikipedia article for some general understanding on the topic but them go to the source part and check these out. or like double check these. if reading is not your thing there are lots of dedicated youtubers or ticktockers that love to share and explain parts of their culture or tradtions (clothing included. depends on what you research.) contemporary to that or after that you build up your visual library by collecting images on pinterest, or google or websites covering the topic you are researching. make your own folders or pin boards.

an amazing blog for atla real life culture sources is of course or beloved: @atlaculture blog!

https://www.tumblr.com/atlaculture who recently began to dedicate some post in flashing out more water tribe and air normad cusine, also instruments. its a delight to read through.

of course you have an easier time with some research than with other. some things are clear others a contradicting some are barley documented. it is also necessary to have an occasional reality check. like reread your sources see if there is something new. replace what you misunderstood before. don't always go for what looks pretty and aesthetically good to you. there is a reason why things looked like they did. was it the material, was it protection, was it culture.

a part looking at contemporary photography i personally preffere to look at how people liked to depict themself at that time. Statues, wall painting, illustration, old fotos from that time and compare them to current pictures to see how they used to stylize this element or to see what was essential to them. thats probably my old art-history phase flaring up again though hahah. at the end it is also how you Interpret and headcanon the atla world for yourself. before i were able to redesign jet i had to figure out how i want to draw fire nation armor. because to me jet repuporses a lot of the armor from the enemy. a shin guard will be used as an arm protection. the red shirt he wears is fire nation, a shoulder guard that fits will just be used as it is. i just assume that FN armor is better in being fire resistent than earth kingdoms ones.

but fire nation armor is a chellenge on its own again. because is it tang dynasty? is it song? but the collar protector is a typical thai armor element. how do i combine that? is there a history behind it?

speaking about armor what would be the southern water tribe one? if it is lamellar ivory armor, how and why does it look so different by season 3 at the day of the black sun? did the southern water fleet separated form their home begin to adopt EK styles. switching out kuspuk and parkas in for sleeveless wrap shirts and armor with inside plating like they have in ba sing se? because that what was aviable to them?

(appart everything the talk of armor is in general really curious because... what do you wear when you go in to fight against fire??? in the poles you can argure that it is not a concern. if you burn you roll in the snow but in the EK... hm.. they dont have fancy heat resistand clothing like fire fighters have now.... armor is ment to cushion off impact and or slicing. our standard armors conzept can work well against earth-, water- and air bending (to some degree) but fire burns what do you idealy do against that? leather helps to some degree)

while the southern water tribe is clearly circumpolar people inspired (although lacking lots of world-building which you can kind of excusing it with... the war destroyed everything but also... uh.... its a nearly 20 year old show.... ) the northern water tribe shows korean or even mongolian elements. so what do you want to focus on? i personally like to make things connect because these characters live in one world togheter and trade and exchange happens. (yes even during a 100 year war or at least there had to have been a time of influence and the lack of exchange froze(*snorts*) this culture in time) you know... migration? and transition of style and life through out history.

maybe i overthink things to much for just drawing some clothes... -srugs-

#chip!ask #chip!talks #atla #atla worldbuilding #honestly i probably ended up rambeling here to much... #but yeha reasearch is just.... the key? #like for everything? #sorry #tbh don't ask me stuff because i still don't know things.... i know things but i am in this you know.... #i know what i don't know - mode #and i don't know a lot and i am just drawing fanarts with a 40+ hours job on the side #i know some! #i guess #which makes me wonder world building kind of stuff... #like how is the EK palace layouted form the inside #whathappend to the AN aerias after the got whiped out #what consequences does the lack of airbender have to the world in sense of conection and exchange #were there really only bending airbenders? #are there still people out that belive in airbender philosophy #like the bending form died but people that lived near by still have similar dress food traditons and belives like the AN did? #is FN stuck in time too? because the royal clothing is tang and song styled but EK in BSS the fashion progressed into qing style #did kyoshi trade blue dye or blue fabric with the southern water tribe regularly before war? #trading pelt for fabric? #just... migration patterns??? #yes? no? uhm.... okay i shut up now...

[buns-with-a-book]

Reflections and Illusions

For Day Six of DMCWeek2020, the prompts chosen this week were Family and Belonging! They’re subjects quite close to our leading lady Cassandra. Cordelia and Anastasia (and the idea for this fic) are all from @furyeclipse

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: OC, Dante, Vergil, Nero (minor role), Kyrie (minor role), Credo (cameo) Tags: @nimnox​  @astral-space-dragon​ @harlot-of-oblivion​ @queenmuzz​ @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate

Summary: While on a mission, Cassandra hears her name and goes into a strange portal. What she finds is a world she dearly wants but cannot have.

“Jeez, all I wanted was a nice birthday-” Cassandra swiftly dodged out of the way of the demon’s attack. “And you come along to ruin it!” The demon, taking the form of a large black dog, snarled at her. “Come on, you terrible little doggie!” The demon dog let out a ferocious roar, leaping forward. She twirled out of the way, Failnaught impaling itself into the demon’s flank and ripping open a large wound. The demon hit the ground hard, turning into dust. Cassandra spun the sword-cane in her hand, sighing.

“Not how you wanted to spend your birthday?” Dante asked with a cocky grin.

“What gave you that impression?” She huffed. “This stuffy old mansion...jeez, it’s a terrible place for a birthday. Come on, let’s find Nero and Vergil and go get our pay. Maybe that local pizza place is still open at this hour-”

Cassandra…

A voice, strangely siren-like, called for her. She paused and looked around, visibly confused. She looked to Dante, who looked just as confused as she was.

“What’s the matter?”

“I...I just thought I heard someone calling for me.”

Cassandra...

Cassandra closed her eyes, shaking her head. “Maybe I should go take a look around. Just in case there’s something...you know, suspicious. You go find Vergil and Nero.” Dante nodded, silver eyes glancing around. Cassandra nodded at him before dashing off. The sound of the voice calling her was northward, she could feel it. As she dashed through the halls of the abandoned mansion, the call of her name seemed to become louder, a ringing in her head she couldn’t ignore.

Cassandra...

She dashed out the back door, looking around. The grounds were visibly overgrown from decades of neglect. Her eyes fell upon the greenhouse, windows broken and frosted from disuse. She walked over to the greenhouse, carefully opening the glass door. Planters had been thrown out, leaving nothing but a dirt floor. At the other end of the greenhouse, however, was what looked to be a mirror of some kind. It’s stone frame was covered with plants, both in motifs and actual plants. It’s reflective surface shone brilliantly, as if it was untouched by time. Cassandra slowly stepped forward, boots crushing glass and dirt underneath her. As her reflection appeared in the mirror, it seemed to...wobble? Her hand carefully rested on the glass…

And went right through it.

She yelped in surprise, pulling back her hand. She looked at her hand, noticing nothing wrong with it.

Cassandra…!

The voice was more insistent now, overwhelming her senses. Following the call, an intense ringing drowned out everything. She held her head, Failnaught clattering to the ground. The agony pounded at her skull, like a terrible awful migraine she only heard tales of from old women. She stumbled, her foot caught something, before her body fell onto the mirror’s reflective surface.

CASSANDRA!

She half-expected her body to hit the glass, piercing her skin and leaving a nasty cut. To her surprise, her body hit warm grass. She slowly opened her eyes, finding what had once been a gloomy overcast dusk was now a bright sunny day. She let out a pained groan, her head still throbbing.

“My little star!” A voice, a painfully familiar voice, made her eyes snap open. She looked up, seeing someone that should be dead staring back at her: her own mother, Stella Sagefire.

“Mother…?” She whimpered as she felt oddly cool hands help her on her feet. She looked past her, seeing Dante happily grilling like a dad (well he was an uncle, that was close enough). Nero and Kyrie were sitting at a table, happily chatting about something. Next to Nero was Cordelia, beaming at Nero like he was an older brother. Vergil was sitting next to Cordelia, but his eyes were firmly focused on Cassandra. Next to Kyrie was a man she only saw in pictures, her older brother Credo, relaxed and at ease. Her gaze returned to her mother, her hair tied up in a messy bun, strands of golden blond framing her face and clear blue eyes. It looked as if she had never been so deathly sick at all.

“Cassandra!” A second voice, another familiar voice that only made her heart ache as a more youthful woman that was near the same age as her mom stepped forward: Anastasia Faye. Her bright seafoam green eyes stared at Cassandra in worry. Her dark brown black hair went down to her mid-back. A lavender colored ribbon was tied in her hair, similar to how Cordelia put bows in her hair, but her bow was on the left side of her head compared to Cordelia keeping it centered on her head. She wore a rose gold trimmed strapless black dress that went down to her knees and brown boots to match. A necklace around her neck like V's old choker but, instead of a tooth, it was a small charm from outside the walls. She never did find out where she got it from.

“It’s your birthday, Cassandra.” Stella gently explained. “Do you not want to attend your own birthday party?”

“I...I mean...I…” Cassandra lowered her head. Something was wrong, she could feel it in her core.

"Cass sweetie, you getting overwhelmed again? You tripped over your own two feet again." Anastasia chuckled softly as she ruffled her hair. "Hmm no bumps, you're fine."

“I don’t feel fine.” She muttered. What was it that was so wrong about it? She missed her mothers so dearly, she had loved them so, but they were dead. They couldn’t be here, not in this mirror world.

You could just stay here with your mothers, in this perfect world.

That nagging feeling prodded at her, almost tugged on her insistently in her mind. She could stay, with ghosts and echoes all around her.

"You alright there, Sleeping Beauty?" Anastasia asked. She could hear the concern in her voice.

“No, this is all wrong.” She pulled away. Already, the world was starting to fade around them, mixing together like a bad watercolor painting. Despite that, Stella and Anastasia remained clear and pristine in her vision. “You’re dead. You two, you died, you can’t be here!” She didn’t stop the tears from falling down her face, she couldn’t.

Anastasia sighed softly and put a firm hand on her shoulder. "Cassandra, look up at me please." Cassandra let out a soft heaving noise, slowly looking up at Anastasia.

"I made Anastasia bend the rules a bit, again.” Stella admitted sheepishly. “I know that I promised last time I wouldn't but this time, I needed to do it for an important reason: so that your mother and I can see you free and happy, far from Eternis Brillia, happy with the azure Son of Sparda and free from that sorry excuse of a boy Draco. I'm also guessing you found Cordelia as well."  

"I'm happy that my Magpie found her way home to you." Anastasia added. “And you’ve found your self confidence again. Make sure that the azure boy knows how much you love him and how happy you are being at his side.”

"I got to finally see you again Cassandra. I'm proud that you've grown up into a confident lady."

Anastasia pulled Stella and Cassandra into a tight warm hug, kissing her head softly. “Happy Birthday Cassandra, please ever don't forget how much we love you. Before I forget, please tell my little magpie, you got her gift.”

“Her gift?” Cassandra asked tearfully. The world around them was nothing but darkness, with only her two mothers still clearly before her. Anastasia kissed the top of her head and smiled softly. Cassandra swore she felt something at her neck, arms hugging her close. “Mom...Mother...tell me, what do you mean?”

“A happy family. People who love her dearly, no matter what.” Anastasia murmured. “And it was something we wanted for you as well.”

“Cassandra, my little star, you cannot stay here.” Stella said, her voice grim. “You have to return back to the azure son, to your family, to our little magpie.” Her and Anastasia’s hand rubbed away the tears that streaked down her face. “Because we weren't strong enough to live, but you are.”

“Mom, Mother, don’t go-” Cassandra suddenly heard the sound of glass shatter before she fell backward, away from the rapidly disappearing images of her mothers. Faintly, she saw her tears fly into the dark abyss...or were they hers?

We will always love you.

She expected to hit the floor, for her arms to be cut by shattered shards of mirrors, but strong arms, Vergil’s arms, caught her and held her up. She blinked, watching as Nero and Dante stared at the remains of the mirror, weapons aloft. The mirror was now just stone and glass on the floor. Nero rushed to her side.

“Mom, are you ok?” Nero asked worriedly. Cassandra nodded, letting Vergil help her onto her feet. “What was that?”

“...a trap. It’s an illusion mirror, from Eternis Brillia. I suppose the last owner was an adherent of the Earthfaith.” Cassandra breathlessly explained. “It was still effective...I…”

“You what?”

“...I saw my mothers.” She said, trying not to cry. She had enough of that for a while, at least. Her gaze rested on the broken mirror. “It wasn’t real. They’re dead. They died years ago.” She took a deep breath, feeling Dante rub his hand against her shoulder. “That’s what the mirror does: it lures you in with what you want the most and traps you in it’s illusions.” A quiet fell between them, all eyes on the broken trap at their feet.

“Hey…” Dante broke the quiet, trying to sound easy-going, as if nothing had happened short of a job well done. “How about we get a pizza?”

“A pizza, Dante!?” Vergil growled. “That’s the last-”

“No no no, I...I’d like something stupidly greasy right now to take my mind off things.” Cassandra looked up to the trio. Dante beamed at the sound of Cassandra taking his side of things. Vergil scowled at the decision before seeming to relent. Cassandra took one last glance to the broken mirror, the damp air silent. It couldn’t be real...right?

And yet, as her hand reached up to realize that a new Rhodonite necklace now hung around her neck, she suddenly wasn’t sure if everything in the broken mirror was illusionary.

#dmcweek2020 #devil may cry #devil may cry oc #devil may cry dante #devil may cry vergil #devil may cry cast

[stubbornness-and-spite]

Me? Posting a WIP that makes me question my sanity? Never. /s

I put out an open call to gauge interest and @ninathepancake answered. This is a Disney Descendants/Once Upon a Time/Peter Pan/Marvel/Norse mythology fic. (Don’t worry. It’s not half as complicated as it sounds. I just used those fandoms/mythology as a backdrop for worldbuilding)

Summary: The oldest son of Captain Hook, once known as Killian Jones, Peter Jones has been on the Isle of the Lost as long as he can remember. When he was younger, his father used to tell him stories of his mom and papa, who lived in a far away place called Neverland, but it had been years since Peter had been calmed by fairytales. Peter is torn, between the island that calls to him in his dreams and the one where the only family he’s ever known lives: his father, his brother, Harry, and Bronwyn, the boy who has more secrets than he can count but who Peter loves more than anything. When destiny comes calling will Peter choose the magic that runs in his veins or the family he’s built for himself?

Relationships(possibly to be updated): Peter/Bronwyn, Harry/Gil/Uma, Captain Hook/Peter Pan/Tinker Bell

Notes: I don’t know anything about actual psychics and any descriptions in this story are based off of a fantastical magic system. Any similarities to real life practices are not intentional. Non-graphic mentions of blood. I have a thing for vague prologues that make more sense as the story progresses, so I’ll try to post the next chapter ASAP and eventually title this fic *Chapter continues under the cut*

Link to Chapter One

Prologue

The quickest way to lose is to love your enemy; the only way to win is through a ruthless lack of mercy, but only if you face an enemy across a battlefield. Peter’s father had ingrained this message into both his children from a young age. The quickest way to lose is to love an enemy who is without mercy. The only way to win against those who believe themselves noble is to batter on without mercy. Mercy has no place on a battlefield; not with those who won or with those who fell. That is not to say that Peter’s father had raised his children to be merciless. Rather, he had raised them to know mercy’s place. Mercy belonged with family, with love, with belonging and home. The battlefield was no place for any of these, but sometimes home and battle would overlap and that was when everyone lost.

The day the king was kidnapped started like any other day to those whose ears were not to the ground, to those who couldn’t sense the cogs of a plan turning and feel the malice that tainted the air turn to something precise, sharp, and honed like a weapon. 

There was a fog over the sea as there always was, but this fog moved with purpose, hiding a sea tainted red with blood from view. A ship sailed through the fog, no crew in sight, just a black sail and two men on the plank. A man dressed in forest green stalked closer to the other, dressed in blues and yellow, pushing him closer and closer to the edge where waves of blood frothed and lapped at the hull of the ship. The man in blue raised his head proudly, but his hands were bound and his aura was fading fast. He took a shaking step back and his heel slid over the edge of the plank. From behind him a bright green light flashed on the horizon. Without warning, the man in blue burst forward, the ropes binding his hands vanishing and a sword appearing in his hands. He thrust his blade through the chest of the man in green, staining the wood below them with blood.

Peter woke up with a jolt, his heart pounding and his blood pumping. He sprang up, his hand to his chest, gasping for air. Slowly he regained his senses and his breath steadied. He slumped over and groaned as he pulled himself out of his bed. Bed was a generous word for the sparse cotton blankets that covered a wooden frame on his father’s ship, but it was the only one he could remember. His brother, Harry’s bed was no better. His dad’s bed was almost worse, having been slept in for so many years without repair that the wood had bent and warped. 

Peter pulled on his forest green tunic, patched brown leggings, and faded leather boots. He grabbed his belt and fastened it around his waist, groping around on his nightstand for his dagger to slip into the scabbard on the belt and his knives which he placed meticulously throughout his pants, boots, and tunic in easy reach. He made his way onto the deck, where his dad was sitting, taking in the sunrise.

“Morning,” he called, making his way to the rail his dad leaned over.

“Not a good one then, Peter?” his dad asked.

Peter shrugged. “Can’t tell yet. The sky’s red, but it’s usually red. I woke up gasping, but that happens whenever Harry’s in a mood. I dreamt that the king was on the Isle and stabbed me in the heart though, so that’s probably a bad sign,” he said casually. Peter had no magic on the Isle. No one could use magic on the Isle, but the few who had magic in their blood, who lived and died by its grace, could not be forced into humans any more than they could truly become codfish. They could be forced into a human form with their magic tamped out, but they were still not human. Maleficent, a dragon forced into flesh, was still mystically intimidating, with the very earth itself bending to make her feared. Hades still talked to his dead and his eyes burned with hellfire when he was overcome with rage. Dr. Facilier’s tarot never lied. Peter was clairvoyant. He couldn’t see the future or the past in detail, but he had learned to read the signs that Neverland gave him. They wouldn’t tell him what would happen, but Peter was never surprised by a spectacularly bad day or a particularly good one. 

His dad grimaced. “Probably,” he said. “Though it might be bad for someone else.”

Peter laughed and shoved his dad. “Yeah, I’m not really hoping that you or Harry get stabbed and you know my premonitions usually focus on people close to me.”

Peter’s dad grinned at him teasingly. “Maybe you should keep your eye on that boy of yours, then,” he said, more serious than he implied. He didn’t know exactly what the boy could do, but if trouble was brewing then the two of them would be safest together.

Peter rolled his eyes, deciding not to answer. “Whatever, Dad,” he said. “I’ll be home later.” He turned and made his way across the deck lightly on the balls of his feet. His dad used to say Peter walked like his papa, who they’d left behind when they were taken to the Isle, but it always made both of them upset, Peter uncomfortably listening to his dad describe a man who wasn’t a man that he clearly missed but Peter had never known and his dad describing someone he had loved deeply who would likely never get a chance to see their son. It wasn’t a secret that Peter and Harry’s dad hadn’t loved Harry’s mom. Anastasia had been pretty, willing, and longing for someone else too. They’d found kindred spirits in each other, but Anastasia hadn’t wanted a son and Peter and Harry’s dad had. Anastasia had a son now, a result of a failed romance, but he liked to pretend Harry didn’t exist and when confronted with his existence, denied any relation between them. 

“Come get me if the world ends,” Peter’s dad called after him. Peter groaned and rolled his eyes again, before breaking into a run across the ship toward the dock. When he neared the edge he leaped into the air, ignoring his dad cursing behind him, flipped three times in the air, and landed in a roll on the dock, springing to his feet and running as fast as his legs would take him.

#disney descendants #once upon a time #peter pan #disney #mcu #fanfic #fanfiction #captain hook #how tf do i even tag this #my writing #i need a writing tag #fantasy #magic #isle of the lost

[okimargarvez]

KISS THEORY

Original title: Kiss theory.

Prompt: bad day, test a theory.

Warning: none.

Genre: comedy, romantic.

Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 10 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏😘.  

Song mentioned: Di più, Tiziano Ferro. This story is dedicated to my kore @talesoffairies & my mentor @theshamelessmanatee and to all those who have had a bad day, especially commuters (like me, for a while  😁)

MY OTHER GARVEZ STORIES

KISS THEORY  

She was always repeated it: never get up with the crooked moon, with a head full of negative thoughts. You end up making true your predictions.

Indeed, that's exactly how it goes. At her defense Penelope claims to have been agitated only after having, fortunately, looked at the alarm clock and realized that the betrayer had not deigned to play at the right time. So, she should prepare herself twice as fast, and of course, as usual in such circumstances, there were a thousand other small problems that had aggravated the delay. The shoe hinge had broken, and she had to pick another pair. The jar of her face cream had escaped her hands and had fallen on the floor, shattering in a thousand pieces of glass; a splinter had scratched her calf. It had also been necessary to disinfect the cut.

Yet she should have imagined it. For once, one time who she wasn't in her house spending the weekend out of town, everything had to go wrong. She had been almost astonished when the door knob had not stayed in her hand, blocking her until the arrival of a housekeeper, in the hotel room she had stayed to sleep.

As she walked toward the railway station, she was almost convinced that the worst was over. It was enough to send a message to Emily and warn her that she would arrive late, but she would come anyway. It was not the first time she was not timely, but today she was two hours late. In any case, she had his own laptop, which could be connected to computers in her cave bat. Had it been indispensable, she would have been able to do her job in any circumstance.

You could see that she didn't take a train from a lifetime. The first thing she had noticed was a series of yellow writing, an annoying light for her tired eyes, a series of signals pointing to arrivals and departures, destinations, stops and delays, obviously. She had tried to search her own train, at first failing to find it. Luckily, she had bought one of those universal tickets, that is, not with a set fixed time. The first convoy that stopped in Washington would arrive after ten minutes. She was even able to smile as she headed toward the platform. This before were spent much more than ten minutes, feeling the cold air penetrating into every fiber of her body and slowly, freeze like Jack by Shining. Not even a single announcement, a warning, something to inform the poor on the trackside. Most, old and young, were bend over their phones. She didn't want to type, increasing the headache that in the meantime had formed. So, she had just waited, waited and still waited ...

Then the train had finally arrived. Many people weren't get off, but she had been able to check the total lack of seats in the class she could occupy with her ticket. Just when she was about to climb, she had remembered to not obliterate it. Cursing herself she had miraculously succeeded in stamping it, thanks to the same number of commuters that were still coming on board. The she was feeling lucky. But it was a long and standing trip, crushed like a sardine, warm, sweaty but still able to feel the cold along her legs, she had found a way to change her mind.

Not being able to do anything she was even more nervous and, so it ended with falling into professional deformation. She had listened to all the stories of her neighbor and had inevitably given a judgment. And most had been negative comments. There was so much carelessness, ignorance happily accepted, indifference, phrases that did not want to say anything, mania of protagonism, fullness of self, boasting of their own knowledge just to undermine others. So much so that she had tried to close everything out, not to hear anything because she wanted to believe it, that the world was better than this horrible vision. However, the headphones could not be reached unless she had wrench her wrist or some other part of her body, in a sad imitation of a circus contortionist.

Penelope then resigned. She had begun to count the number of stations missing and how long it took before reaching the goal. She had notice of one thing: his life was nothing but a scanning, a succession of tasks to be performed, inputs that pressed on his brain, spinning to prevail over each other. She had spent much more time than she had ever noticed thinking "Still little, and this too will be over," practically without being allowed a break between a "still a bit" and another "still a bit".

Wake up, dress up, makeup, take the car or the subway; careful to close the door well, do not forget the keys in the lock, not leave no light on, prepare a part of the clothes for tomorrow. And then go to work, come in, open the door, be careful that there won't be no one behind you to whom can end up in the face, clean your shoes on the doormat at the entrance if it's raining, prepare your hands in anticipation of the blow if the one in front of you doesn't care about your presence. Walk to the elevator, understand instantly if it has already been called by someone, otherwise you press the button. Wait for the doors to open, come aboard (please don't let me be ending as those of Profondo rosso), you still anxiously fearing that arrive somebody who wants to enter, no one: parts; someone: ask what floor to go. Arrivals to yours, get down (again the same prayer), safe. Open the door (repeat as above), look to the right and left as if you should cross a busy street. One step after another, no, yet one; goal. Type the code, don't make mistake otherwise you'll cause a total block, too much responsibility, too much pressure ... (I'll have a heart attack sooner or later, soon, very soon). Put your hand on the handle, push it down, open (do not need to repeat as above), you survived even today. Give yourself a sigh. Okay, just don't overdo it. Now turn on the system, before press this button, yes, then that other, good; resonate your magic harmony. Well, now you can even take a look at your socials, are there any news? It would have been better if you didn't. However, there is no time to reproach yourself, beep, a case has come. How's? Bad as it should be? Prepare all the material, send it to the team's tablet, be careful, I recommend, that's right, not repeat the mistake made with Hotch that day. Do not give anyone a chance to tripping you up, continue to pretend that it's not important that no one person ever valorizes what you do. You do not have to do that for that, you do not have to do that for that. Did you send them the data? No!? What do you expect, hurry up! ... now (oh no, I have to go to the bathroom, what to choose? Duty or pleasure, have to ... Pleasure ... it's not a pleasure but a human need. I'm human? I was thinking of I was changed into one of my computers, by dint of live surrounded by them). Done. Message. Open (don't delete), read. Meeting. Now. Breathe, slowly, like that. You did everything (but I need to go to the bathroom ... can wait). Explain. Listen. Reply.

Look at the people you love and convince yourself that might not be the last time you see one of them. Shut up in your bunker and make dance those fingers. A stop, first, at the bathroom. All done. Let's run. No call lost, fortunately. They expect you to stay always available, as Luke once said, joking with you.

Luke. Think about that name had forced her to go out of her thoughts abruptly. A second before losing the train stop and risking even to catch in a fine.

Penelope's odyssey was not over yet. Itaca was still very far away. She had to take a tram. As far as she was concerned, she couldn't remember the last time that she had taken one of them. But she had able to restore her usual smile. Especially because at least it wasn't raining. What she should have said is "was not yet raining". Because shortly thereafter it was unleashed a cloudburst full-scale; a car had wet her completely, rather that slow down to pass with red yellow; finally, she had taken the wrong tram, or rather the one indicated on the map he had consulted, but that from that day it diverted the course and wouldn't stopped near the Bureau. She had understood it a little too late, she had to take the same tram in the opposite direction, then walk a piece of road to the right tram.

And she had immediately noticed the man in the driver's seat: auburn, muscular, vaguely South American air, mustache and beard hinted that much that was enough, probably high. She had been forced to look at him, because she had to ask him to confirm that this time he was directing for the FBI. And so, she had heard his voice, velvety, soft, in a word intoxicating. And she had also seen a photograph in the lower right corner of the glass; a little dog. Curse! - Sure, Miss, we'll arrive there in ten minutes.- he was even polite and his smile ... remind me of Luke's. No, I didn't think about it seriously. Instead, she did. But she hadn't dreamed about it: the photo was there (of the dog), there was some physical resemblance to the newbie as well; even kindness, despite would cost to her admit it, was making them similar.

During the actual ten minutes, the effect of the handsome tram driver had vanished: pushy and shove, crunching feet, backpacks in the face had brought Penelope back to her morning's mood. She was even forgetting to come down to give him a last glance.

 The last steps and finally she comes to the very tall building where she has been working for more than ten years. In this small bit on foot, she revisited all the disadvantages experienced up to here. She touches the Itaca shore with a sigh. She gets aboard the elevator stay alone until the arrive to her floor. True, she has an hour and a half late, but she absolutely must go to the bathroom. And it goes without saying that a further obstacle is waiting for her on the way, however beautiful he is to be looked at, him is still an impediment between her and the cozier cabinet.

She pretends not to see him, but the attempt goes blank. -Garcia!- caught. -What happened? Are you okay?- she raises her eyes to plant them in man's, literally, she hopes to pierce him with her gaze. She doesn't care that he seems really worried about. She must reach the bathroom and then the rest of the team! Why do not he get out of the way?

-No, I'm not okay!- she answers, feeling close to exploding. -And before you can say it, no, I don't want to do anything funny or to smile and pretend that everything is OK! Because isn't it okay, okay?- damn those salty drops that press to the side of her eyes. No, crying wasn't in the list of things to do today. -I'm tired, I'm cold, I've ruined my shoes in the way of walking here and there and the only good thing is that with all the miles I've been doing and the stress I have lost some weight, at least 5 pounds!- she leaves no time him to touch the thought of opening mouth and replicating something. -Don't say anything, don't dare!- Luke nods and looks almost scared. -The alarm clock wasn't ringing, the train was late- she starts to enumerate -yes, I took the train, why, I can't?- even this time is denied at him the opportunity to defend himself. He didn't say anything, she is inventing comments, perhaps thinking of reading his mind, but she has calibrated bad the crystal ball. -I wasn't in my house.- she feels obliged to say; in Luke's eyes pass shadows. -Twenty-five minutes late waiting on the platform! But if we were in Japan...- she loses the thread of speech - they are always punctual and love cats. I love cats. But even the dogs.- she probably adds it only for Roxy, not certainly to not hurt him. -All the animals ...- the man grins, and then she tries to recover. - ... and then ... Then when I took the train, I couldn't sit down! And it was cold there too!- she continues to complain. The words overlap each other, and Luke decides to focus only on the movement of her lips. -I don't understand how it's possible, indeed, yes that I understand it: they shoot the outside air inside, so in the summer they are always an oven and in winter only the penguins are missing ... Zaira told me this ...- she's new going out of the way. -And the tram, I had to take a damned tram too - what she doesn't tell him is that the tram's driver was not bad at all and that she had remembered Luke while she looks at him. -Full, with young sitting and older men standing! And the speeches ... both there and on the train ...- she shakes her head, trying to shake off those phrases she can't get out of her ears. -No, no.- she finally pauses, and Luke thinks he can say something. He thinks bad. -I want to believe that the world is better than that- she restarts even more quick and puts an almost theatrical emphasis (JJ told him once Garcia occasionally recited with a therapy theatrical company) -a nice place full of gentle, wonderful people ...- she's staring too intensely him. Demonstrate to Alvez that him is not indifferent for you, isn't even in the list. -I can't do it, I can't do it, in days like this!- the tears are always there, lurking, waiting for the right time to get noticed. -They were also doing jobs for which they changed all tram's stops, and of course there was not even a warning. Nothing ... and I ... I just wanted to go to the bathroom, maybe take a cup of tea before I had to study yet another horrible case ... and instead I had to meet you!- she accuses him, pointing her glazed finger against him.

-I just asked you how you were ...- the man raises his hands, in a gesture of rendition that isn't the first time he is forced to do in front of her. But he fails, or perhaps doesn't want, to completely conceal a happy smirk. She immediately notices it.

-Well, are you satisfied with my answer?- she asks. -I can also add more details, for example that I have also been hurt with the cream jar, I can ... - the ramble is gently interrupted or rather it goes off on the lips of the SSA Alvez, who thus captures two birds with one stone. She takes a lot more time to understand what's going on than to answer the kiss. Her body reacts automatically, almost as he had typed the right sequence. For the first time since she woke up, indeed, for the first time she didn't know how much time, Penelope has cleared head, not flashing none square like in The Sims, to warn that something is going on and so many other tasks await their time. She abandons herself to the mere sensations: his taste, he had certainly taken a cappuccino for breakfast; the softness of his mouth and the roughness, magic contrast, of his beard on her skin; the heat transmitted by his hands, wrapped around her side of the head and her neck; the symphony of their breathing, wheezing as they tried to find the way to breathe without being forced to separate. The view is the only sense she doesn't use, because she doesn't need to see him to know he's there, it's kissing her and he's always wonderful.

Unfortunately, in the end, they're forced out of the state of apnea. Slowly she lifts her eyelids and scrutinizes him. Luke's mouth is swollen now, molded by their effusion; will she also be her tanned in the same way? It's just after she falls in shock: did I really get snog with Luke? She would like to ask him why, if it's a joke, if he went mad ... she would want to say so many of those things, but she can't. She used too many words before and now she has finished the characters available. -You're better now?- he can only take advantage of the prime opportunity. His tone is sweet with some joking. Penelope nods, looking at him as if she faced a god, as she always looked at Morgan. -And now, you still cold?- one of his hands didn't abandon the contact with the female body and now patters her shoulder.

-No ...- she replies sincerely, but then she changes her expression and with it an idea as well. -Yes.- Luke doesn't put much time to understand why. He takes her face in his hands and crushes his mouths again with hers. This time the kiss becomes fierier, as if they were following a hierarchy of levels that are forced to pass in order to access the next one. Neither of them care at all to being in a federal office, where things like this are not seen every day, indeed, and it is also forbidden to "fraternize" too much with coworkers.

-And now?- he asks, with his forehead resting on hers.

-A little less ...- her voice sounds like those of a minx little girl. She still wants him, she's not satisfied. He asks to himself if he'll ever be; he, of course, no. They remain staring at each other, breaking out in turn at laugh. -Then?- Penelope says, breaking the silence.

-Then what?- she decides to give up. She has completely forgotten the reason she's in front of this white door with a toilet paper and the symbol of two humane stick figures.

-Nothing.- typical woman response.

-Penelope ... - he warns her both with the tone and with the look.

-Ok- she doesn't take much to surrender. -Why.- she exclaims without using a question mark.

-Why what?- Luke continues to look too naïve.

-Why you kissed me.- how can she says it, she doesn't even know. -Well, it was nice- she corrects instantly -stratospheric, wonderful, but ...- but she wants more and Luke is ready to give her that exact this. All he can.

-You want everything, including a statement.- he laughs, but then back serious. The woman nods, he immediately catches her hands with his. -I kissed you because you were nervous, agitated, and depressed.- he begins, noticing how Penelope's hopeful and dreaming expression waver, leaving room for the sadness. And those tears are still standing there, looking out, not throwing them down. -I kissed you because I wanted to do it since a lot of time, at least from your first met with Roxy.- already far better. Blonde's cheeks regain color and even her heart start to beat. -I kissed you not because I liked you- even negative -but because I'm cooked, in love, about you.- he spells good every single word catching up. -And last but not least ... I kissed you because I wanted to test a theory.- she frowns, not understanding what he wants to suggest. -Did you know that to make a simple expression, a smile or a weeping, we using a lot of muscles?- it's still not clear what he's getting at. -Somewhere I've read that a simple gesture like a smile, if done by the right person, or a kiss, is able to straighten up a bad day.- Penelope finally understands.

-So ... - she's got a moment of embarrassment, but then she comes back resolute. -Did you know that to test the correctness of a hypothesis, the tests have to be repeated several times?- Luke responds with a malicious grimace, one of his classic reactions when he's close to her.

-Oh yes? How many times?- she approaches him.

-I don't know ... a lot ...- she shrugs. Both of them reduce the distance and resume the effusion where it was interrupted, this time even more intensely, decisively in more intense ways, as if they had levels to be overcome to access the next stage, the mandatory steps to be crossed. - Maybe it would be better ... to change the location ...- she can say between a breath kiss and the other.

-Or we can continue the experiment later, maybe tonight, when the case is resolved ... - man's words bring her back to earth.

-Yes, the case! I'm astronomical late.- he takes her by the hand, combining their fingers, and he tries to walk in the direction of the meeting room. But after a few steps Penelope stops. -You go ahead. I have to do something.- and in front of his stunned gaze she enter in the toilet.

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Volume 2, Chapter 3

Con of the Dead

-Morgan, Holly, and Dee are sitting on the plane. The Poltergeist is an amorphous cloud above them-

Poltergeist: Huh. I think I’m getting back some mortal memories.

-Morgan’s head jerks up-

Morgan: Wait, what? What are they?

Poltergeist: Mostly about how I hated flying on planes.

Morgan: …Oh.

Poltergeist: It’s a lot nicer now that my feet don’t swell up though.

Dee: Huh. Maybe I should try being a Spirit.

Holly: Hopefully not any time soon.

Dee: Spoilsport.

Holly: Card-carrying.

Dee: Hmph.

Morgan: …Maybe we should get some rest.

Poltergeist: I don’t think I sleep anymore.

Holly: That doesn’t make any sense. Sleep is a necessity for mental reasons just as much as physical.

Dee: And even if it weren’t for you, it would still use up more magic keeping yourself awake. It’s just not practical.

Poltergeist: You silly people and your evidence.

-Morgan sighs-

Morgan: Okay, everyone, we’ll be in London in like 8 hours, so get some rest please.

Poltergeist: Whatever you say, mom. Actually, wait. What if I’m older than you?

Morgan: You’re n-- …Well, you should still go to sleep.

Poltergeist: Hmph.

-nonetheless, it condenses into a glowing marble as the three girls nod off-

-cut to a little while later-

-Morgan opens her eyes, and passes her hand in front of the face of the other two-

Morgan: Okay, good, you’re asleep.

-she sighs-

Morgan: That’s fortunate, because you definitely wouldn’t approve of this.

-she takes out a book, and flips it open-

-and her arm is immediately grabbed. Her head snaps around to see Dee, who is now wide awake-

Morgan: (in a low whisper) What?!

Dee: (not whispering) Is that a library book?

Morgan: …Um, well—

Dee: Theft of a library book is generally inadvisable. Theft of my library books is just really annoying.

Morgan: The fate of the world is at stake!

Dee: …I’ll give you a pass this once. But you’d better return that when all this is over. The library’s still running perfectly well, you know.

Morgan: Fine. Just let me get this ritual done. If my sister wakes up, she’s probably going to be upset.

Holly: What am I going to be upset by?

Morgan: Damn it, Dee.

Dee: You started this.

Holly: Morgan, what are you doing?

Morgan: Well—

-Dee peers over Holly at the page Morgan’s flipped to-

Dee: She’s trying to scry Zaresi again.

Holly: Really? You’re hopeless with rituals. Let me help.

Morgan: What? I thought you’d be all “We should just stay out of it” like you were about going to London in the first place.

Holly: Don’t be ridiculous. Now that we are, unfortunately, irrevocably set on the path of going to London and fighting a battle we’re almost certainly going to lose—

Dee: Cheery—

Holly: --We ought to know as much as we can about what we’re up against. So give me that book and I’ll do the ritual.

Morgan: Okay, okay.

-she hands the book over. Holly begins fiddling with it-

Holly: Okay, here we are. Go back to bed, you two.

-Space magic starts flowing from Holly’s palms, forming the ritual…-

-once again, sometime later, Holly nudges Morgan and Dee awake-

Morgan: Is it ready?

Holly: Should be.

-she holds out her palms-

Holly: Mirror, mirror, on the plane, we need to spy on the bad guys again.

Morgan: Forced rhyme.

Dee: 2 out of 5.

Holly: Yeah, yeah.

-a line appears in front of them, and then expands, showing a bird’s-eye view of the Atlantic coast-

-where Zaresi and co. have gathered. A number of additional Reapers are present-

Dee: Hang on, I think I recognize that one.

Morgan: What?

Dee: Yeah, I know that Spirit. She used to work for Xenn. What a traitor.

Morgan: Well, at least we know where the rest of the new Reapers probably came from.

-she purses her lips-

Holly: Ssh. I think I can hear them.

-the three fall quiet, and voices can be made out-

Evan: I don’t get it. We want to kill Novju, Novju’s in London, and yet we haven’t started moving at all. What gives? She isn’t going to be getting any weaker, you know.

Laura: Have you been paying any attention for the last few hours?

Evan: I was kind of too busy daydreaming about stabbing Morgan to death.

-Laura winces-

Laura: Gods have been issuing formal challenges to Zaresi left and right. We’re hanging around to clear up a few.

Evan: Sounds boring.

Liz: Nobody ever won fighting a war on two fronts, Evan.

Evan: Yeah, yeah, you’re old and I’m not, whatever. Let’s just kill whoever shows up and get on with it.

Liz: You’ve somehow become even more distasteful.

-she walks off to talk to Zaresi-

Laura: …

-she leaves as well-

Evan: Hmph. What’s the point of being hysterically witty if there’s nobody around to listen?

Iggy: I’m still around if you want to talk to someone—

Evan: Bye, Iggy.

-he stalks off-

Morgan: At least they don’t like him either.

-Evan’s head perks up-

Evan: Is someone there?

-he draws his knife-

-Morgan ducks out of the way of the portal-

Morgan: (whispering) He can hear us?!

Dee: (also whispering, for once) This is Space magic, not Knowledge! If we’re scrying, it opens a portal, and any portal is going to be two-way. …So yeah, he can hear us. And also see us.

Morgan: You couldn’t have mentioned that?

Dee: I assumed you’d calculated the risks!

Holly: (also whispering) Never assume that kind of thing about Morgan!

Morgan: How do we know if he’s still looking?

Holly: Um…

-she taps the glowing sphere, and the Poltergeist suddenly forms-

Poltergeist: What’s going on?

Holly: Ssh!

Poltergeist: (now whispering) What’s going on?

Holly: Do you actually need eyes to see?

Poltergeist: …Really?

Holly: Okay, okay. Can you, just…peek around in this portal, and tell us what’s there?

Poltergeist: (seeming slightly confused) If you say so?

-it yawns, and bends near the portal, to the point where its head would be looking through it-

Holly: What’s there?

Poltergeist: Um…Zaresi. Lot of Reapers.

Holly: Is Evan looking at us?

Poltergeist: Who?

Holly: The guy. Short hair, looks like an asshole.

Poltergeist: Uh, no, he’s busy with—Wait, what.

Morgan: What is it?

-everyone looks through the portal-

-and they see a fight-

-gods and Spirits have appeared, mostly out of the ocean, but also from inland. The ones from the ocean are all what seem to be Water Domain, navy blue with features of varying oceanic life. The Spirits are wearing what appears to be a long, seaweed dress, with similar faces to the Nymphs-

-they are also conjuring up various magical weapons and clashing with the Reapers. However, the amount of power Zaresi is wielding makes her Reapers easily more than a match for the Water Spirits, so while the forces of Death are badly outnumbered they more than make up the difference. Iggy is visible. He’s there I suppose-

-this is to say very little of Laura and Liz, both of whom are easily worth a number of Reapers on their own. Laura is leaping between spiraling tracks of her magic, launching spheres down at Water Spirits. Liz is flying on her own, wings extended as she duels a pair of Magicians, one launching sheets of wind and the other conjuring purple smoke-

-Zaresi herself is standing at the center of combat, already a fair ways out to sea, the eye of the storm. Evan is skulking around her, balancing on a platform she created, cradling his knife. A humming aura of Death magic swirls around him, deflecting incoming strikes-

Morgan: …Well.

Poltergeist: That got out of hand quickly.

Dee: They are not doing well for themselves.

Morgan: There has to be something we can do!

Holly: No, see, that would qualify as “We should just stay out of it.”

Morgan: We’re working for Novju! She has enough power that we could probably stand up to them, right?

Holly: Add to the list of “Things I’m not willing to risk.”

-back in the portal, Laura and Liz combine attacks, giving Zaresi’s forces a small breathing space-

Ocean God: Zaresi! Your mad quest ends here! We will stop you!

-the gods draw back, raising their hands, and a wall of water begins to gather-

Liz: Mm, that’s a problem.

Zaresi: Evan. Now.

Evan: Oh, excellent!

-he runs forwards, and holds up his knife-

Evan: I spent a really long time making this ritual, so you should definitely pay attention, okay?

Darkness Magician: Screw you!

-he sends a cloud of Darkness magic at Evan, which is destroyed by the barrier-

Evan: I appreciate the thought…

-he twirls the knife, and thrusts it skywards-

Evan: But I’m not really into soon-to-be-necrophilia! Cryptoleucopteryx!

-a tiny bolt of light flies off the knife and disappears-

-everyone stares in confusion-

Laura: …That looked completely pointless.

Evan: Ah-ah-ah. You’re a pretty good Magician, Laura, but there’s something you never figured out.

Laura: And what’s that?

Ocean God #2: Your ritual is a failure!

Ocean God #3: We can still do this! Get them!

-the wall of water begins to rise again as the gods charge, and a wicked grin spreads over Evan’s face-

Evan: Showmanship.

-he snaps his fingers-

-and dozens of spears of Death rain from the skies. They strike the wall of water, destroying the magic keeping it intact and sending it tumbling back, and many of them pierce the gods or Spirits arrayed on the field. One catches the Darkness Magician, sending him dropping to the ground. By the end of the storm, only a handful of the Spirits, as well as the Wind Magician, are left-

Morgan: …Holy crap.

Holly: I don’t think there’s anything holy about that.

-Evan, meanwhile, bursts out laughing-

Evan: That was hilarious! The way he was all “You’re a failure” and then he died? My one regret is that they didn’t live long enough for me to internalize the looks on their faces.

Laura: Your one regret, huh?

Evan: Don’t be such a spoilsport. Liz gets it. Right? Riiight?

Liz: Believe what you want, Evan.

Morgan: Okay, we have to do something.

Holly: Like what?

Morgan: Like this.

-and she unbuckles her seatbelt-

Holly: Morgan, the seatbelt sign is on. You’ll—

-and she jumps out of the portal-

Holly: …Get in trouble.

Dee: …Did she just—

Poltergeist: Yep.

-Morgan plummets towards the ground-

Morgan: Okay, let’s see what Space magic can do for me.

-she holds out her hands…-

-and a moon forms in front of her-

Morgan: Oh, this is awesome.

Dee: Holly, your sister has the strangest concept of Domains of anyone I’ve ever seen.

-and Morgan crashes her moon into the beach, creating a shockwave of magic that blows Zaresi’s entire army off of its feet. Liz catches Evan before he can fall into the water-

Liz: You need to figure out how to fly on your own.

Evan: Bite me.

-the attention of the battle turns to Morgan-

Wind Magician: Who are you?

Morgan: Uh…I’m on your side, that’s who I am.

Laura: How did you get here?!

Morgan: I think the question you should be asking is “Would you like our surrender vocalized or in writing?”

Zaresi: Laura. Deal with her.

-Laura sighs, and runs at Morgan, spheres swirling around her-

Wind Magician: Good enough for me!

-the battle resumes, and Laura and Morgan begin to duel, helices to moons. However, a couple Reapers join her, and Morgan begins to lose ground. Evan takes notice of this, and begins murmuring a ritual-

Poltergeist: Well, my turn.

-and it dives out the portal, turning into a streak of light as it descends. It hits the water and changes back into its (roughly) human form, sprinting across the surface towards Evan-

Evan: Oh, you again! Not exactly sure how you got here, but I’m always happy for someone to watch me kill their frie—

-the Poltergeist stops dead about 30 feet from Evan and hurls a whirling blast of Space magic at him, knocking him into the water-

Poltergeist: You know, I don’t remember much, but I definitely don’t like you.

-there’s a garbled shouting from underwater, and spikes of Death magic emerge from the ocean, stabbing at the Poltergeist-

Dee: Your friends have the worst decision-making processes I’ve ever seen.

Holly: Yeah.

-she unbuckles her seatbelt-

Dee: Don’t tell me.

Holly: I already climbed through one portal to rescue her from a situation she brought upon herself. Why not another?

Dee: Well, stay safe.

Holly: I think it’s a little too late for that. Are you coming?

-Dee shakes her head-

Dee: Someone needs to make sure you can get back onto the plane.

Holly: Alright.

-and she climbs out the portal and leaps-

-her descent is a little less graceful than Morgan’s or the Poltergeist’s, in part  because she’s screaming really loudly-

Morgan: Wha—Holly!

Zaresi: Someone intercept her!

Iggy: On it!

Evan: Someone competent!

Iggy: Oh…

-a Reaper darts up towards Holly-

Morgan: Look out!

Holly: Eep!

-she flails a hand at the Reaper-

-and a vector arrow forms in front of her, stretching out the space between the two. Suddenly, the Reaper’s leap falls far short of Holly, a skull narrowly missing her. The space then narrows again, and Holly hits the Reaper with another arrow, knocking it to the ground. Holly forms several more arrows as platforms to keep her from crashing to the ground, and immediately opens fire on Zaresi’s troops, driving them back from Morgan and the Poltergeist-

Poltergeist: Hi, Holly!

Morgan: What are you two doing here?!

Holly: I could ask you the same question. This was a terrible idea.

-Evan dredges himself out of the water, climbing back onto Zaresi’s platform-

Evan: There’s something we can agree on.

-the Wind Magician lands next to Morgan and co.-

Wind Magician: Are you Space Magicians?

Poltergeist: Well, I’m a Space Spirit.

Wind Magician: I’m Andrew. Thanks for the hand. You’re working for what’s-her-name, then?

Morgan: Novju, yeah.

Andrew: Right, the weird one. Did you know she turned out to be, like, really old?

Morgan: …I’ll catch you up on the rest when we’re not maybe about to die, okay?

Andrew: Oh, yeah. Sounds good.

-the four turn to see Zaresi’s forces incoming-

Morgan: Right, let’s do this then.

-and they collide-

-Morgan slams a moon down in between herself and a frontline of Reapers, sending them all flying-

Andrew: …I feel as though my contributions to this fight might be minimal.

-the Poltergeist pats him on the back-

Poltergeist: Don’t take it personally.

-Morgan’s moon suddenly dissipates as Liz flies over-

Liz: Morgan. Long time no see.

-and she begins firing feathers down at Morgan, who runs out of the way-

Morgan: Not long enough, really.

-she conjures a moon and swipes it at Liz, who flits out of the way of it and a burst of wind from Andrew-

Morgan: I saw your face the last time we talked, Liz! There’s no way you support this! So just stop!

Liz: I’ll thank you not to question my loyalties.

-she barrel rolls out of the way of Morgan’s moon, and slashes it in half with a wing-

Liz: The reasons behind my actions are my own, and I can’t allow you to stand in their way.

-Liz fires more feathers at Morgan-

-and Holly intercepts, using her vector arrows to redirect them. Morgan then hurls her moon at Liz, knocking her back-

Morgan: Fortunately I don’t need your permission.

Holly: You can’t make the cool one-liner when I just saved your life, you know.

Morgan: Can and di—

-Laura leaps over the moon, sending a spiral of Death down. Holly parts it, and Morgan swipes at Laura with a moon, which she rolls under, and the two begin to duel. Liz quickly joins in, and the duel alters into a sort of rhythm, Liz and Morgan both pressing offense while Laura and Holly stay on defense-

-meanwhile, out to sea, Evan is poking Zaresi, who is still battling the surviving gods-

Evan: Can we get over closer to land? I don’t think I can hit them from here…

Zaresi: Have you considered looking for additional ranged options?

Evan: I’m a big fan of up-close and personal.

Zaresi: I feel as though that may prove a liability, but I will assist you.

-she moves close enough to the beach for Evan to leap to land-

-and the Poltergeist bursts from the sand-

Poltergeist: Hi again!

Evan: Not this time!

-he stabs his knife at its chest-

-which of course accomplishes nothing, as it doesn’t have one-

Evan: …Huh. Interesting.

-his observations are cut off by the Poltergeist judo-flipping him across the beach-

-the battle zooms out. Holly, Morgan, Andrew, Liz, and Laura are still dueling, and now Evan and the Poltergeist are exchanging fire as well-

-cut back to Dee watching the battle through the portal-

Dee: …They’re definitely going to need a bailout shortly.

-a flight attendant comes by-

Flight Attendant: Excuse me, miss?

Dee: Uh, hi. What’s going on?

Flight Attendant: Where are the two who were sitting next to you?

Dee: …Bathroom.

Flight Attendant: Both of them.

Dee: …They’re very co-dependent.

Flight Attendant: Well, the seatbelt signal is on, so when they get back, please tell them to remain in their seats for the moment.

Dee: Will do.

Flight Attendant: Now, would you like anything to drink?

Dee: Oh, do you have Sprite?

Flight Attendant: Is Pepsi okay?

-Dee looks puzzled-

Dee: …Why would it be?

-the flight attendant shrugs and moves on, leaving Dee with a bag of peanuts-

-Dee tries one, and makes a face-

Dee: Hmm…

-she balances a peanut on her thumb, and blue Space magic swirls around it-

-and it fires through the portal at incredible speed, nailing a Reaper that was about to attack Morgan from behind in the back of the head-

-and with that we’re back to the battle-

-it’s a pretty dead heat. Despite the gross numerical imbalance, the huge amounts of power that Morgan, Holly, and the Poltergeist are bringing to bear are leaving things approximately even-

-the occasional peanuts out of nowhere aren’t hurting either-

Andrew: Hey! I think we’ve got th—

Zaresi: No.

-the word echoes across the battlefield, as Death magic ripples out from Zaresi. The Magicians put up barriers, managing to repel or divert the attack. The gathered gods, however, aren’t so lucky. Most of them are left with injuries, a few simply vanishing-

Morgan: I really hate it when she does that…

Andrew: Ah! My god…my magic!

-he flicks his hands, but nothing happens. Laura casually knocks him over with a burst of Death magic-

Morgan: Hey!

-she stands between the two-

Laura: He’s fine.

Morgan: At this point, getting in your way is its own reward really.

-Laura purses her lips, and another wave of magic ripples out from Zaresi-

Zaresi: Enough!

-Laura, Liz, and Evan draw back as Zaresi emerges onto the beach, shrinking down into her human form. Morgan immediately hurls a moon at her, but Zaresi simply flicks it aside with a scythe-

Zaresi: I said, enough!

-scythe blades begin forming around her as she stalks forwards-

-back on the plane-

Dee: Uh-oh.

-back on the beach, the Magicians and the Poltergeist are still hurling attacks at Zaresi, who is deflecting them with contemptuous ease-

Zaresi: I have left you alive so many times, out of nothing but the basest sentiment. I have let you escape from my clutches over and over again, given you every chance you could want, and you still return to fight me every time. Well, no more.

-Death magic ripples out from her a third time, knocking the three to the ground-

Dee: Crap, crap, crap…

-she begins pouring magic into the portal, murmuring to herself-

Zaresi: You have been a thorn in my side for too long, Morgan. This ends now.

-she raises the scythes up and swings them down-

-and the portal swings by, scooping up the three. Morgan yanks Andrew through as well. The scythes crash down into the beach-

Zaresi: …What?

Evan: A portal.

-he hisses-

Evan: Space magic. They were spying on us, and they used it to get here too. Hey, Morgan!

-the voice carries onto the plane-

Morgan: Nobody wants to talk to you, Evan.

Zaresi: Then perhaps you will talk to me. I have little to say, as I assume your desire for conversation is limited. But understand that even if you do reach London, your mission is hopeless. You will die, and I will succeed. That is all.

Poltergeist: To the point, isn’t she?

Zaresi: I am Death, Spirit. That is my job.

Morgan: You’re getting too big for your britches, Zaresi. We’re going to cut you down to size.

Holly: Did you really just say that?

Morgan: Shush!

Zaresi: Like you did just now? You are welcome to try.

Evan: See you soon! Have a going-away present!

-Dee and Holly’s eyes both widen, and they make identical gestures at the portal as Evan hurls his knife. The portal closes just in time-

Holly: …So. That was terrifying.

Dee: I hope you had fun on your reconnaissance mission.

Morgan: I wouldn’t call it that.

Dee: Who’s the guy?

Andrew: Andrew.

Dee: Technically informational, but not really an answer to my question.

Andrew: Uh, I used to be a Magician of Wind. Now my god’s dead and I’m on a plane somehow.

Dee: Contractor. Fair enough. Now, unless you can turn into a little marble like our friend here, can you find a seat somewhere else and get out of my lap?

Andrew: Yeah, sure.

-he stands up-

Flight Attendant: Excuse me, who are you?

Andrew: Uh…Andrew.

Dee: Why do you keep saying that?

Morgan: He was in the bathroom at the start of the flight. He just got back here.

Flight Attendant: I thought you and your twin were in the bathroom earlier.

-the two look at Dee. She shrugs-

Morgan: ...

Holly: …

Andrew: …

Flight Attendant: Never mind. Please return to your seat, sir. The seatbelt sign is on.

Andrew: Uh, right.

-he leaves. The flight attendant also leaves, muttering something about the mile-high club-

Dee: …I miss being a Knowledge Magician. Covering things up was easier when I could just change people’s memories.

-Morgan glares at her-

Dee: …It’s not a first resort.

Andrew: Everyone does it. Would you rather we just tell people we’re on a quest to stop a murderous god from taking over the world?

Random Flier: What?

Andrew: …LARP plans.

Random Flier: You sad nerd.

Dee: Okay, seriously, who is he?

Andrew: I’m on your side!

Dee: I believe you, I just want to know.

Morgan: He was there when we got there. Didn’t really want to let him die.

Andrew: I’m Andrew.

Dee: We’ve heard.

Holly: Um, everyone?

-everyone turns to Holly-

Holly: We’re definitely going to have company when we get to London. Maybe we should actually get some rest? Without any rituals that end up with us trying to fight Zaresi again?

Morgan: …Probably a good idea.

Dee: I could use some shut-eye.

Poltergeist: Still not really sure if I sleep.

Dee: You definitely do.

Poltergeist: Sounds fake…

Andrew: You people are weird. I’m going to nap.

-cut to a bit later-

Holly: Not going as planned, is it?

Morgan: I haven’t really slept.

Holly: Me neither. I’m having a difficult time not thinking about…

-she cuts off-

Morgan: About seeing everyone you love turned into piles of ash in an instant because one asshole decided she wanted the playground to herself? Yeah. Me too.

Holly: Pretty much.

-Morgan wraps an arm around Holly-

Morgan: I’m still here, Holly. I’m not going anywhere.

Holly: But…

Morgan: I know. You miss them. I miss them too. I miss our parents, I miss Allen, I even miss Jacob. I miss Janice and Richard, you never met them…

-the Poltergeist turns to stare-

Morgan: I miss…I miss Quinn.

-she looks up at the Poltergeist-

Morgan: I miss Quinn so much. I mean, you’re my sister, but she was my best friend. We were supposed to share everything, but we were both hiding so much, and she exploded into dust before I could explain…it wasn’t fair.

-she takes a deep breath, and then sobs-

Holly: …I miss them too. And it wasn’t fair.

-she holds Morgan close-

Holly: But you aren’t the only one who can be there for people. And I’m not going anywhere either.

-meanwhile, the Poltergeist is staring at them-

Poltergeist: Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you’re kind of lucky.

Morgan & Holly: What?

Poltergeist: You miss people, right? It hurts.

Holly: Yes.

Poltergeist: I don’t miss anyone.

-Morgan looks uncomfortable. the Poltergeist folds itself vaguely-

Poltergeist: I don’t have anyone to miss. And the worst part of it is that I know I should miss someone, and I don’t. It’s on the tip of my brain, but I don’t even know who I am, let alone who was important to me. All I know about myself is that I woke up on a sidewalk somewhere and snuck onto the first train I saw.

Holly: You have us now.

Poltergeist: Huh?

Morgan: Whoever you had before, now you have us.

Holly: And we’re not going anywhere.

Morgan: I’m especially not going anywhere.

Holly: Hey, I’m super not-going-anywhere.

Morgan: No way. I’m way more not-going-anywhere.

Holly: Morgan Stein, I have never gone anywhere in my life and I don’t plan to start now.

-she giggles-

-Morgan giggles too-

-and then even the Poltergeist joins in-

Dee: Okay, I get it. None of you are going anywhere. But I’m also not going anywhere, and in this case, the “anywhere” I have in mind is “to sleep”. So can we change that, maybe?

Morgan: …Whoops.

-shot of everyone sleeping-

-cut to the airplane touching down-

-Morgan and Holly get out, followed by the Poltergeist, Dee, and Andrew. Morgan has her hands in her pockets, but there’s a clear glow of magic emanating from them. Holly, meanwhile, is clutching tight to a pen-

-Dee is just holding the map-

Morgan: Okay, keep an eye out for anyone. Zaresi won’t show up, but the others are probably fair game. Especially watch out for anyone who looks like they might be a Reaper in disguise…

-as they exit the airport, they see someone carrying a sign saying “Morgan”-

Morgan: Like her, for example. Eyes down, other direction.

-the three change direction…-

-only to run into someone carrying a sign saying “Other Morgan”-

Holly: I hate him so much.

-they carefully slide past, but then run into another person with a sign saying “Marian”-

Dee: Oh dear.

-another person, with “Honestly, we don’t know the Poltergeist’s Name”-

Poltergeist: That’s just rude.

-and finally, one with a sign saying “Who even is that guy you saved?”-

Andrew: Ouch.

-they start to turn, and from all sides people carrying signs appear, until the three are completely ringed in-

Morgan: …Okay, on the count of three, we open fire. One—

Holly: Morgan, we can’t! These are just people!

Poltergeist: They seem to be very strange people, but we probably still shouldn’t hurt them.

Evan: Welcome to London!

-the three turn around, to see Evan strolling up from a side street-

Poltergeist: Hey! Guy who killed me. Long time no see.

Evan: You’re not dead.

Poltergeist: Well, you turned my physical form into so much dust.

Evan: Probably. Who are you again?

Poltergeist: …You’re a dick.

Evan: I like to think my charm makes up for that.

Poltergeist: Do you just not listen when people talk?

Evan: Not really.

-he turns to Morgan-

Evan: Do you like the welcoming committee?

Morgan: I don’t know what you did to these people, but you’re going to pay for it.

Evan: Even if I did believe your absurd delusions of grandeur, I haven’t done anything to anyone. These people were already dead when I found them.

Morgan: Wait—

Evan: Got it right this time! Want to know the secret ingredient for making zombies instead of ghouls?

Morgan: Not really.

Dee: Kind of, actually.

Andrew: Zombies?

Evan: Way, way more magic.

-he grins-

Holly: Ugh.

Evan: Ah, what am I saying? This doesn’t matter anyway.

-he rubs his hands together-

Evan: Seeing as you’ll all be dead in five minutes.

-he points-

Evan: Well, zombies? Sic ‘em.

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