Magical Girl RP - On The Bound

[Malverne]

As Alix fell into mostly open space. Reflex saved her as she reached back and grabbed onto a railing she hadn't even realized was there a moment before. Some small part of Alix's brain wondered if that was irony; the same railing she'd tripped over was what was now stopping her from falling down two stories face first.

Alix hung for a moment, trying to look around. She saw the muskrat disappear into an alley.

"Hmm...I wonder if that'll come back to bite me," she wondered. Probably not. Skeletal constructs generally fell apart by themselves within an hour or so. Alix watched Thorns run off down the street, and sighed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her coyote get smashed by a car. It seemed that her constructs were not having a good day.

With Icarus' help, ALix managed to get back to the ground with some modicum of grace. She thanked the bird, then sent him off to help Remus with the Vilo. In the meantime, Alix jogged back to the small pile of unconscious people her Clackers had managed to create, and began draining them of their energy.

Remus tackled the human to the ground. Before he could bite into a soft area, the human tried to shake him off. Remus quickly dug in with his claws and teeth, and shifted his weight so he wouldn't be be thrown off.

[Atraea]

((Leigh 20, Remus 70))

Before Remus had a chance to react, Leigh's legs reared back and sprung outward with surprising strength, into the skeletal beast's stomach, sending Remus flying across the street into a brick wall, where he lay amongst the other former Clackers. Said Clackers, now human save for the muskrat that got away, were just starting to come to.
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Back at the Chateau, Rosie and Martha had made the calls to the respective parties to return to the house. It took some convincing on Rosie's part, as Alix seemed just as content with finishing them off given the huge blow she;d already dealt just on her own, but Rosie assured her that if she managed to do it this time, she'd be able to do it again.

Martha's call to Bateman went smoothly, and she was just about to clear off the table for dinner before getting another phone call.

"Yes?

...what."

Martha sighed, pressing her thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose as she nodded. "All right. I'll be sure and let Nephytis know," and she hung up.

"Tch, like hell."

Rosie had just hung up and was getting ready to set the table. "'Sup?"

"The dog got out."

"Well who let him out in the first place?"

"..."

Rosie wore a shit-eating grin. "YOU LET THE DOG OU--ow! It was a joke! Jesus..."

Martha had smacked her in the back of the head and was now pacing back and forth about the room. "Rosie this isn't funny. If Nephytis finds out Jack's gone and that I let him out in the first place to take Sami home--"

"Blame 'er then, she's one'a us now, she's jus' as responsible for him as we are."

"Nephytis won't see it that way. She's say that Sami's 'too new' or 'don't blame her for your spiteful decision-making, Sami is perfect and flowery, and has great boobs, and your really flat and bland, and you should get out more, shouldn't humans your age have more friends and boyfriends, and that blog-community doesn't count, and you spend a lot of time on those computers, or something like that and...and..."

By this point Rosie had completely lost track of what Martha was going on about, and was just leaning on a chair with her head cocked slightly, staring at her.

The limo pulls up outside, and Sami gets out with her dainty umbrella, and stands in the front of the door. Both of the girl's heads turn to the sound of the doorbell.

"...You know what, screw it. I'll handle this myself." Martha walks into the, all rage and self-loathing swelling to her core. Her hairpin began to glow, and her body lifted into the air. Streams of water poured forth from the pin, swirling about her body until it appeared she was held within a sphere full of water. She flourished her limbs, the clothes dissipating like white paint, clouding the water until her form was completely obscured. The sphere lowered to the ground, and sank, revealing Martha in her uniform. Her hair was a pale blue. Her outfit was a blue jumper, with a short-sleeved white blouse with puffy sleeves, and a white petticoat underneath, with mid-calf white boots. The water from her transformation covered the floor before dissipating.

Martha swung the door open and pushed past Sami, but not before letting her know: "This is all your fault."

Martha got into the car and slammed the door. "After him."

[moptopperson]

Jack was having the time of his life. Well, not really. Running barefoot on concrete was never any fun. Still, it was good to be gone. No more Nefitits and her pre-school Amazonian brigade. No Chuck Bass. And most of all, no driving Prick. Jack sneered. He hoped that the driver would get hit by a truck or something for letting Jack loose.

Would serve him right.
And he hoped that The Gossip Girl would be incinerated.

But he didn't know where to go. No money meant no food, no ride, no shelter. Shelter!

He could go to one of the homeless shelters.
He doubted anyone would look for him there, rich bitches. Especially if they sent out Sami to rectify her mistake. Which is a stretch, Old Nefitits would probably come out herself.

And she wouldn't know a homeless shelter from a dairy farm even if it slapped her in the face and asked for a donation.

And he could stand to eat something. He swung out of the alleyway and headed towards the main street. Nothing was going to go wrong. He'd done it. Gone for good. He was shut of Crazy Tits and the mini bitch brigade for good.

Granted he got a lot of odd looks as he strode out towards the Red Cross building. No shoes, plain t-shirt and shorter than average shorts. Someone even gave him a dollar.

It was a start.

[Keylaleigh]

Sami was finding it hard to not break her current expression. Everything had happened so quickly, and now she was being blamed. She honestly deserved any blame she got, as she should have done something more than nothing. Right now, though, she wore an expressionless mask as Martha ran out the door. It was all she could do at the moment.

Show no emotion. Show no weakness.

Don't let anyone know how scared she was.

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Leigh sighed and rose, brushing dust and gravel off of him. After he was done with that, he went back to taking Logan to the van, this time being a little more defensive.He wasn't going to be caught off-guard again.

Fortunately, nothing did attack him and he got Logan safely into the back of the van. "Ange! Let's get going!" He shouted over to his pari. "We're done here."

[Atraea]

Rosie entered the foyer, stepping in clouded water just before it disappeared. She huffed.

"I really wish she'd do that shit outside...hm?" She looked up, and saw Sami standing there, her face blank. "Uh...you okay...? Oh, wait, Martha said somn' to you, huh? Don' worry 'bout her, she just mad 'cause you better than her or somn." Rosie waved her into the dining room, where the table was set, though not as well as it could be. "Sorry it don' look as nice, Jack's usually th' one who cooks n' sets th' table. An' we always gotta watch him, 'cause if he ain' cookin' he'll start breakin' plates agains' th' counter."

Rosie paused for a moment. "Uh...oh, Mistress is downstairs wi' Aggie, but she wanted me t' show you somn. Wait here a secon'." She disappeared into the kitchen for a minute or two then came back with her phone. "Can never 'member where I put this thing when I set it down...here." After a few taps, the picture Nephytis had taken of the Vilos girl appeared on the screen. "Iunno who she is, but Nephytis tol' me you would."
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~Meanwhile, in the limo, 5:32 pm~

Martha had been wandering around the area where Jack had run off for nearly ten minutes, scouring the area.

Come on come on come the fuck on, go dammit where are you, homeless looking piece of shi- Martha stopped cold, blinking.

"...Homeless. He doesn't have a home anymore...shelter!" And there was a shelter, a really nice one too, considering the area, a few blocks away.

Martha ran in that direction, ordering Bateman to follow her in the limo at a distance. SHe turned the corner, and lo, there was the source of all Martha's current ills, mere steps away and ready to leisurely stroll through the door.

Martha looked at the sky; the rain had been fairly steady on this side of down, and was moving south, toward Passiflora. To utilize her attacks at full power and ensure success, she'd have to be quick.

She spread her arms wide, and all the rain that soaked her skin and that was presently falling in about a 5 foot radius burst out into a sphere, and let it fill with more rain so it looked as if she was in a glass bowl

"DROPLET PRISON!"

Channeling her rage onto her one target, she thrust the sphere forward, and keep Jack from escaping.

[Malverne]

Alix flipped the phone closed, very annoyed. She glanced back at the Vilos, rather thoroughly defeated, then disappeared into an alley. Part of her (a rather large part) wanted to ignore Rosie entirely and carve the Vilos up, then go home for dinner. Alix had blown off meetings before, and Martha would always be unbearable about it for a while afterwards. It wasn't worth it. Alix would be late though. She did have a reputation to uphold.

A good amount of time later, Alix arrived at the Chateau. Once again, she was rather wet from walking through the rain. She didn't even bother knocking, or ringing the doorbell, but threw the door open and walked in.

Wringing out her hair, Alix walked through the foyer, leaving the front door wide open. She heard voices from the dining room, and followed her ears. She saw Rosie, and a girl she didn't recognize, looking at Rosie's phone.

"Right then Rosie, what'm I doing here?" Alix asked, completely ignoring the new girl. She sat down heavily in a nearby chair, and leaned the chair back onto two legs, staring up at the ceiling. "I coulda ripped my way through those Vilos. Seriously, one of 'em is completely out of it, one's runnin' for her life, and the last one's gotta be limping pretty bad from the raccoon. Idiots, the lot of 'em."

[moptopperson]

Jack had made it to the shelter. And now he looked completely cuckoo, his fist clenched tight around his one dollar and soaking wet. His very precious dollar. The best start to a bus ticket out of here. He'd get some shoes and some goddamn pants. He supposed Nefitits felt that pants were unnecessary when he was at home. After all, where was he going to go? Out? Ha-ha, get back in your cell, silly. Or get back in the kitchen. The "girls" are hungry. "Well, they can eat cookies in the special hell," Jack mumbled to himself, "Made from dog crap."

There was a tiny old lady standing in the door way of the shelter. She seemed to be taking down names and handing out pamphlets. Jack didn't want the pamphlet.

She looked at him.
And then looked at him again.
Looked him up and down.

Apparently she couldn't process that he was barefoot and-

Wait. She wasn't looking AT him anymore.

Behind- And then he heard that voice. That stupid, annoying, dumb, vexing, meddlesome voice. And then there was more water. Lots more water. And it was in a bubble, around him.

"The fuck-Not you!" Jack hissed and flopped around in the bubble. "Why can't you just leave me alone? I will PISS ON EVERYTHING YOU LOVE. And Forget about hygenic cooking! I hope I kill you all with some rotten, maggoty-arrrrrrgh." Jack stopped using words for a moment.

He could just imagine the face on the driver.
And then when Martha got him home, Crazy Tits would live up to her name then.

And now it'd be doubly hard to make another attempt like this if the Witch didn't cut off his legs.

Maybe Jack could hold out for being decapitated instead.

[Atraea]

~At the Chateau~

Rosie grinned from ear to ear at the sight of Alix, leaving Sami with the phone to go high-five her comrade. "Girl. Fuck. Yes. You let 'em know who run this shit." SHe then shrugged. "Dunno what the meetin's for. Nephytis was watching the fight on your phone and just got this look on her face and called us all here. She'll probly explain when she's through with Agnes. An' when Martha comes back..."
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"I oughta drown you like a two-legged stray."

Martha had her fist balled into Jack's hair, and after winging an explanation about her being apart of the Neighborhood Watch as apart of an outreach program for Magical beings in the area and promising a donation, had dragged Jack (still trapped in his bowl) into a nearby alleyway.

"Drown you out of the goodness of my heart."

She'd been dunking his head in the water for the past few minutes, keeping him down longer each time.

"You have any fucking idea the deep shit you put us both in? I was giving you some air, some space, a nice trip out of the house, and this is what you do? Huh?"

She yanked his head up from the water, shaking him a little. "We're going home. And when we get there, you're going to explain to Nephytis what you did." She let go of him, and with a swing of her arm, the sphere splashed into the side of the limo, which was parked to block the alleyway, with Bateman taking a smoke and occasionally snickering. When Jack's form slumped against the side, she opened the door and grabbed his crown again, dragging him in the car by his hair. Bateman got in shortly after.

Shall we make a stop and get the puppy some shots, you never know what he might've caught out--

"DRIVE, BATEMAN!"

The limo speeds into the street and back to the cobblestone street that led to the Chateau.

[moptopperson]

Jack wasn't exactly paying attention to what Martha was saying. The poor old lady was bewildered by what was going on and was doing a lot of nodding. And then without a word of protest, let Martha drag him off. Jack attempted to call for help. To say something. "Hey, don-" That's as far as he got. The girl's hand grabbed his head and dunked him into the water.

Stray? She was taking this dog metaphor too far! "Listen to me you-" And then he was thrust under the water again. Over and over and and Jack finally gave up trying to get a word in. Honestly, he was a little fascinated by the spectacle of an angry flapper.

He'd never seen her like this. Seething. Just boiling up inside. But contained. Well, as contained as any woman could be when threatening to drown someone in a giant ass bubble.

He was woozy as she dragged him out of the water. " Wha I did? Followed fuggin' derctions. . .Tol' me to go. Yew di'" He was thrust into the limo and fell limply across the seat, shivering. He made no effort to move. "Ya thin' you di' me a faver sendin' me out like some resless dog? Just drown me. Crazy Tit's'll have field day with my goddamn corpse. Make me into fuggin' chandelier. I not owning up to any shit. This is all on you."

The car peeled out. And for all his talk, Jack had a feeling that whatever he was going to tell Nefitits, it wasn't going to go over well. He was sure the Grand High Witch would take her little Glinda's side in this case.

And Jack finally would get to figure out what sleeping in the cage in Nefitips's room felt like. Or something.

"Oh and fuck you both for finding me. I hope both of you die in a fire. Only you, Glinda, will steam like prissy, blonde mussel."

[Keylaleigh]

Sami glanced at the image on the phone, looking closely at its subject. As a matter of fact, she kind of did know the girl. It looked like someone in her English class at school... she cracked a smile. Who would have ever thought she was a magical girl? And why was Nephytis so interested in her?

Well, the only way to find out was to stick around. She barely noticed the arrival of a second girl until the sound of a high five broke the general silence and she looked up. This new girl looked... interesting, to say the least. But she could tell that this one was not one to engage in polite conversation with, as she had a general "back off" attitude emanating from her. So until formal introductions were made, she would keep quiet.

[Atraea]

~The Chateau, Nephytis' room~

"So, You understand then?"

Barely, she thought. But AGnes went ahead and nodded at Nephytis, in hopes that Martha would have a better understanding of what it was she, Martha, and Jack would be doing at the beach house in November of all times. But from what she could gather, Nephytis had a plan, a grand scheme as it were. A scheme in which Agnes' training was to become instrumental...but not until the final phase.

Until then, Agnes would have to be hidden from sight, whisked away for awhile with Martha. And Jack.

"Why is Martha coming instead of you? And what do we need Jack for?"

Nephytis chuckled and stroked Agnes' hair, smiling. "Martha will be training you in my stead while I take care of business here. As proud as I am of my agents, all of you, This is too important to leave to Rosie. She hasn't the subtle touch. And Sami has the touch, but lacks the experience. As for Jack, mostly protection. I know Martha could protect you just as well, but Jack will ward off any...unsavory types."

Agnes continued to frown.

Nephytis sighed, and smirked, nudging Agnes in the shoulder. "Besides, you do not think I would send you all that way without a target to practice on, would you?"

Agnes' face flickered, enough to warrant a small smile.

Nephytis grinned, and gave Agnes a quick hug. "There's a good girl. Now then, lets--"

There is a sudden screech of tires, then aggravated slamming of doors, and the beginnings of a bellowing tantrum, all muffled by the ceiling above.

Nephytis looked up to the ceiling, a look of exasperation tinged with mild concern on her face. SHe looked back at Agnes. "It would appear your esteemed tutor and glorified bullseye are home from whatever errand they ran..." Nephytis took Anges' hand gingerly, and lead her up the stairs.

Upon opening the door to the foyer, Nephytis is greeted by the sight of Martha dragging a sopping wet Jack into the house, whilst he kicked and screamed, with her muttering curse after curse under her breath. The two of them, all too eager to showcase each other's wrong doings, immediately start talking a mile a minute at the same time. The commotion thankfully fades as the two of them lay eyes on a perturbed Nephytis, who stands with her arms folded, aura simmering around her, while Agnes wears a shit eating grin. Rosie had poked her head out of the threshold to the dining room where the other two girls were.

An eerie silence possessed the room, weighing heavy on all those in it, until Nephytis finally spoke, her voice tinged hollow.

"Jack. My chambers. NOW."

Martha smirked, giving a smug "hmph" and was about to head into the kitchen for dinner before Nephytis stopped her.

"And you as well Martha."

Martha whirled around, her face almost wild with disbelief. "What?! But Mistress, I didn't even--"

Martha did not even get the luxury of finishing her sentence, for halfway through it her and Jack's bodies sank through two violet portals in the floor; a quick, efficient, and terrifying shortcut to Nephytis' chambers below. Nephytis' aura cooled and was gone. "I will deal with them later." She looked through the threshold to see Rosie, Alix, and Sami all staring.

"Ah, yes. Well. I'm glad you're all here on time. Uhm. Agnes, why don't you go upstairs for a bit, hm?"

"'Kay." Agnes turned and hustled up the stairs without a word.

[Atraea]

Nephytis turned to the rest of the group, walking into he dining room, and noting that Sami was already examining the picture. "Ah, excellent, you've already seen the subject. I don't know if she looks familiar to you, but looking at the picture something should perhaps... resonate with you. Note the darts. That is our girl. Our target. Our ticket.
When met with only confused stares, Nephytis continued, turning toward Sami.

"Samantha dear. I know I have asked much of you today, but of I could perhaps ask one more thing. How sharp are your Botany skills?"

*gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgle* When everyone in the room turned to look at her, Rosie smiled sheepishly. "Uh. Hungry. My bad."

"AH. Well, no harm done, seeing as our resident cook was absent for awhile and won't be back anytime soon...how about some delivery? How does Thai food sound?"

[moptopperson]

It was a long, annoying ride home. Martha blah blah blah-ing about his responsibility and how she tried to do him a favor. Be nice to him. And he could FEEL Bateman's smirk. He let her go on. He was cold, wet and half-drowned. He felt like the stray dog she'd called him. He huddled up, muttering to himself about do-gooding witches and their patronizing and well-meaning dickery. He meant to be heard, not that it seemed the girl was paying any attention. He sniffed.

He gave a serious thought about coughing up some phlegm on her but decided he was in enough shit already.

Again, dragging him along. Jack kicked and writhed, shrieking obscenities and dripping water everywhere.

"No-I-Fuck you, you blo-Crazy tits! Your prissy blonde oyst-" He tried to explain himself and talk over Martha but they seemingly just ran over each other's sentences. He tried to explain that he had no wish to stay here and that they could all go to hell and die in several, terrible fires. He included Alix, Sami and Rosie as a matter of course. He laid the blame squarely on Martha and that he had done nothing wrong and earned a goddamn cookie.

Not that any of this got out. He froze as Nephytis turned towards them. She was obviously not pleased. And Jack knew that expression. His jaw clicked shut and he waited for the explosion. The silence weighed on him like a man suffocating under a boulder. Chambers, yes of course, he wilted under that ringing, hollow voice as if cringing from a blow.

Before he could blink, he fell through the floor. Not sink, fell. He landed hard on his back and had the air pushed out of him. He lay there for a moment as Martha fell beside him. The dark, lonely room filled with. . .

"Well, look what you did now, Glinda, now we're both in here."

[Keylaleigh]

Sami looked closer at the image on the phone and sure enough, she did feel a familiar resonance and she did recognise the darts. So you're the one... she thought. Whatever was planned, she had a feeling she was going to enjoy whatever Nephytis was planning.

It was about then when she heard a question directed at her. "Botany? I know a lot about plants, but I've never really tried growing them myself." Her mother hated seeing dirt under her nails, so Sami never did much outdoor playing. When she did go into the garden, it was to practice transforming, so most of the plants she came in contact with ended up dead.

She knew a ton about various plants and flowers, though. She loved reading about plants, especially the pretty ones. In fact, that was one of the only things she read.

She then heard the question about food. "Thai sounds wonderful. Could I have some green curry?"

[Malverne]

Alix wasn't perturbed when Martha and Jack came in, yelling at each other for all they were worth. Such things were commonplace. Alix barely paid attention to it. She didn't even mind when Jack started telling them all to burn in a fire. Instead, she stared at the new girl wordlessly.

However, when Martha was banished to the basement, Alix's interest was piqued.

"What's Martha in the dog house for?" Alix asked Rosie. Martha always acted like she always got the short end of the stick, although Alix had never seen her actually get slighted. Martha, the perfect little school girl and perfect little Misus soldier, had apparently messed up.

Oh well, back to watching the new girl.

At the mention of food, Alix looked up.

"Never had Thai food," she said, "But I could eat."