Magical Girl RP - On The Bound

[moptopperson]

He had repacked. It was probably a stupid thing and he'd likely break both legs if he tried what he thought about trying. Jack was seriously debating going out the window and making a break for it. Where he would go and how he'd get there before he was caught was unknown. Which sucked ass. Because it felt like such a good idea. Just away from everyone. But he remembered his suspicions about the collar.

If they couldn't find him, they'd of course be able to find that.
And now he cursed himself for putting it on because he was sure it wouldn't come off. He rolled himself up in the bed and decided to sleep until someone decided to let him go.

And then a knock.

He didn't react. Of course, it had to be one of them.

"No, YOU don't have time for this. What about this is my problem? Go away, leave me alone. I'm not doing this. No one cares about what I want so I'm not going to care about what any of you want. Now go die in fire."

[Atraea]

Martha was close to bashing the door in herself, when she stopped and thought about what Jack was saying.

What he wants. It was if she suddenly, if only for a fleeting moment, understood exactly what Jack meant, felt what he felt, and had been where he had. Acquired by means she still had little to no idea about, stuck in a place with unfamiliar people that he didn't like, and being forced to do things that he didn't want to do. She knew that on paper, he was basically a manservant, but even if that were the case, even man servants were treated with at least a modicum of dignity and respect. Heaving a deep sigh, she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that would somehow block out the words she was about to say, and potentially regret immediately.

"...fine. What do you want."

Silence.

"*sigh* Short of shirking your duties as manservant of the residents of Chateau d'Reliure and leaving forever what is it that you, Jack, want from us. Or," she gulped "me specifically. Tell me what it is and I'll do my best to ensure that your stipulation is met."

[moptopperson]

Jack poked his head out of the blanket. Did he hear correctly? She asked what he wanted. Asked. Not demanded. Not ignored. Asked. He strangled and buried the urge to smile. He felt a sharp pang of relief and a sneaking suspicion but he stabbed that with said relief.

"Two things: I want answers about this whole damn situation. Who and why there's some sort of secret war of the tree people and their witch-y adoptive children brigade. "

He crept out of the bed and threw the door open.

"And I want one day. Twenty four hours where I don't have to deal with any of you or anything related to you and the Grand High Bitchface. Oh and I'm not a manservant in reality. Simply put, I am a slave. Thus, those are my demands. "

He pushed past Martha. "I'll be outside with the midget." He fought down a bitter laugh. Manservant. How naive could someone get. At least those were employed. And paid. And could be fired.

"WAIT! One more thing: During that twenty four hours, you get to do my laundry. Because I'm tired of doing it all when we're at the Chateau-Riding-Crop or however you say it. That's it."

He made his way down the stairs and out the broken door frame. He paused to snicker because it'd cost a pretty penny to replace it. "All right, midget, what are we out here to do? And I wanna know before I'm all tree-bark again."

[Atraea]

Martha heaves a sigh of dread and relief, and follows Jack outside. She explains everything...almost. She explains what Nephytis is, what she, Rosie, and what she can discern Agnes is. When met with a squint from Jack in regards to Agnes, Martha can only muster: "Look, it's complicated." After Martha gives explanation to Jack's satisfaction, he allows her to change him again, and begin the training Nephytis had set forth.

Back at the school, Rosie delivers her note to the office, and is then promptly accosted by the hall monitor and practically dragged to her classroom. In Sami and Ange's class, their teacher Ms. Bennett assigns partners for the upcoming book project, and feels strangely...compelled to put Sami with Ange. The project requires the two to collaborate on a presentation of their choice regarding the book they are reading, and would take a great deal of outside work, given that they wouldn't have much time to do it in class.

Logan and Leigh stumble awkwardly through conversation awhile longer, Leigh making absolutely sure that Logan was all right before taking his leave.


~Wednesday, November 21th, Hyacinthe Catholic Academy, 3:46~

In the week past, things had progressed rather smoothly. During school and awhile after, Sami faked friendship with Ange, learning all she could about her, and her aura. It was difficult to get through the no-nonsense bookishness, but every now and then, a little bit of the rest of her personality shone through. Though being around Ange so often was taking something of a toll on Sami's reputation with her fan club; the girls began to foster a bit of jealousy due to Sami spending so much time with her. To Sami it mattered not. What mattered now is the mission. She'd spent this past week with the dart, infusing what aura of Ange's she could muster into it. It got better by the day, and today, it was nearly perfect.

At the Helianthus beachfront home, Martha, Jack, and Agnes trained relentlessly to fulfill their role in the plan. Agnes became more adept at bending the lightning to her will, and Jack at dodging said lighting, as well as learning a few tricks of his own.

Meanwhile, Rosie and Alix met everyday after school to infiltrate every restaurant, catering company, bakery, and any other entity that was selling baked goods for Thanksgiving. The tasteless extract was weak at first, given that there wasn't a whole lot of aura to it. But everyday it was stronger, and there were already a few cases of mysterious fatigue from Rosie being a little liberal with the extract.

Now it is the day before Thanksgiving. the final phase, and everyone is out shopping for last minute turkeys and hams, and of course, pies (because who makes that from scratch anymore). Sami and Ange give their joint presentation, to great impressions from their peers and Ms. Bennett. Martha, Agnes, and Jack arrive from the beachfront home, looking stronger of course, but maybe even a little more...connected than before.

Rosie and Alix now stand outside of Tabor's Bakery. The last hit, to be hit the hardest, and to initiate the final phase of the plan.

Rosie stands before the Bakery with Alix, already transformed. Finally. A chance to do some damage. She cracked her knuckles, relishing the violence to come. She turned to her partner, a sadistic grin on her face. "Got the dart?"

[Keylaleigh]

Leigh busied himself with closing up shop for the night. Zeke said he'd take care of the usual deliveries that he did because the two high schoolers still did a terrible job cleaning up, and dad was at the pharmacy for mom. This left him alone for the night, wiping counters and putting unsold pastries in boxes for whoever wanted them. Then he had to go around to the back kitchen to prep everything for the morning baking, the way it had been done for generations.

As he applied more windex to the front display, he couldn't help but glance out the window. Those two people across the street had been standing there for quite a while. Much too long for comfort. But maybe they were just waiting for someone or something. "Stop worrying yourself, Leigh." he grumbled as he fixed up the coffee makers and took out the filters. "You've been way too paranoid lately."

He took a deep breath. It was probably nothing.

[Malverne]

Alix paused her scratching of Remus' ghostly ears to pull the dart from her pocket.

"Got it," she said, "You got the extract?" The girl stood up and yanked her scythe out of the ground, ready for action. A thought occurred to Alix.

"Hey Rosie..." she said, "do me a favor. I eat here every day for breakfast. Let's try not to break the kitchen too much, okay?" The look on Rosie's face was one that Alix would normally enjoy, but she really liked having Tabor's intact. If Rosie did wreck the kitchen, maybe Alix would be about to get a pie on the way out. It'd been too long since she'd had a really good pie.

"So, you gonna knock politely, or do you want Remus to jump through the front window?" As if he was listening, Remus got up and glared at the window of Tabor's, and let out a low growl. Alix laughed and patted the dog's head.

"It's been a while since he's crashed through a window," she said to Rosie, "He just misses it." Remus let out a whine and glanced back up at Alix.

"Oh, go on," Alix said, grinning slightly, "Silly dog." Remus took off across the street and threw himself bodily through the front window of Tabor's bakery.

[Atraea]

"Tch. Fine." Rosie pulled the vial of extract from her jacket pocket, holding up against the sunlight. "Not like we got a whole lotta this left anyways. This jus' bonus shit," she put the vial back, nearly dropping it when startled by the shattering of glass caused by Alix's dog hurling himself through the store window. Rosie grinned, and summoned a basketball size sphere of wind in her hand.

"I fuckin' love your dog," she said, kicking the sphere right through the hole Remus made, sending chairs and tables flying upon impact.

[Nuklearsamurai]

Logan walked down the sidewalk enjoying the night air. He was headed to the bakery to help Leigh close up shop and see if he wanted to hang out or anything after they were finished.

Logan turned the corner to Tabors just in time to hear a shattering a glass. "That can't be good..." he said, breaking into a sprint, his wounds from his disastrous last battle long healed.

Sprinting down the street, he saw the girls from before, the one with the pets and the wind user, climb into the newly opened storefront.

"Shit, Leigh!" he cried, his body erupting into flames as he transformed, heat rolling off his body in waves. Blazing Fists! he called out, flames sprouting from his hands in a roar of heat.

"It's not going to be so easy for you two this time!" He called, pounding down the sidewalk, charging the two misus girls...

[Atraea]

"Haha yeah, fuck that window. Hm?" Rosie heard a familiar voice from outside, poking her head out the window to see the fire kid from last time transforming.

"Ahhahahaha! Whoa easy on the fire, you don' wanna blow up in front'a yer boyfrien' again do ya?" She tossed Alix the vial. "Looks like yer gonna have t' do most of the work inside. Use what's left of that on anyone you come across. You know what t' do after that." She hopped out of the window, a wind sphere building in her hands.

"Awright, round two!" She flung the sphere at her oncoming attacker.

[Keylaleigh]

At the sound of the glass window breaking, Leigh turned around to see a familiar skeleton and two familiar magical girls.

"Just want I needed." Leigh muttered, "A Misus attack in the middle of the bakery." He pulled out his phone quickly and sent out a text to Ange and Logan.

misus attacking my bakery get here ASAP

Usually he would have checked for punctuation and capitalization,but there was not time. He quickly transformed and pulled out his mace.

[Atraea]

((Logan 71, Rosie 14))

Logan charges head on at his target, and as if by deja vu, is hit square in the chest by the sphere, blowing him back ward and sending him skidding down the sidewalk.

"HahahahHAAAA! Come ON man, you gotta know better n' that." Rosie begins to run toward him, jumping into the air a few feet ahead of where he lay. "CAT 4 N' 5!" The blades adorn her feet as she swings a kick to his torso.

[Atraea]

~Across town in Hyancinthe District~

The streets are mostly empty, what with everyone scrambling home after grocery store trips to prepare their food. A few stragglers walk the streets, some on dates, some out for night walks. It's quiet, peaceful...save for a distant, rhythmic, pounding across concrete. People on the streets slow to a stop, turning toward the direction of the curious noise, it seeming to get louder and louder. The closer it gets, it almost sounds like a large animal...

On the horizon, a large dark, four-legged figure appears, getting more and more gruesome as it nears. People begin to run, some duck into what shops are still open, or alleyways. Just in time too; the source of the noise is upon them, revealing it to be no other than Jack, in his 'dog' form, with Martha perched atop his gnarled back. They go tearing down the street, Jack giving little care to any outdoor seating, bikes, or the occasional person that he knocks over, unlucky enough to be in his path.

Martha grips Jack's gnarled fur, trying to keep her lithe frame from falling off herself. Nephytis had sent them all out, she, Jack, Rosie, Alix, and Sami, to initiate the final phase of the plan, which would come to a climax tomorrow. Alix and Rosie were to head to the bakery of the earth boy, whom was training Ange, wreck it, and leave the dart there. Sami was to be on her last play date with Ange, out somewhere in the district with her, to keep her from leaving long enough for Martha and Jack to intercept them, and keep them busy while Rosie and Alix did what they do best.

"JACK WILL YOU PLEASE SLOW DOWN?! We're not going to find that Ange girl if I can't see her because you ran her down!

[Malverne]

"Have fun with the Hindenburg," Alix called to Rosie, "I can deal with this guy." Alix hopped down from the windowsill, and regarded the Vilo by the counter.

"Remus." The wolfhound practically jumped to attention. "Sic."

Remus howled happily, then sprang forward to tackle the one that stank of dirt to the ground.

Alix quickly circled around behind the Vilo. She timed her strike to land just before Remus would, swinging her scythe low at the guy's ankles to yank him off his feet.

[Keylaleigh]

Leigh was not at all prepared to deal with this kind of shit, but being one of the Vilos meant he had to be prepared at all times. Unfortunately. And fortunately the initial shock had worn off and now he was in full combat mode.

At this moment, Leigh finally noticed that Logan had come and was working on the other girl. He smiled. It was great to have friends that could come through in a pinch.

He noticed both of the moves that the Misus and her pet decided to take, so Leigh focused on leaping over the scythe, as well as swinging his mace into the skeletal dog's face to knock him away.

[moptopperson]

Now this was fun! The power, the speed! Hell, he could see and smell every damn thing around. He didn't even feel Martha on his back, clutching like a fashionable limpet. All he knew was the wind in his fur and the grating sound of gouging concrete. He wanted to howl and bark and rip something to pieces. Not quite in that order.

He barked a couple of times.

"Hey, get off my back, I know what she smells like."

"Also fuck you, if I run her over, that means we found her."

He took special care to knock over a man crossing the street on his cellphone. Teach him to walk and talk, the prick. Jack was hurtling towards sounds of fighting. He could also smell blood somewhere but it smelled a lot like a butcher shop. . . Mmm, dead things. . . He lost focus and was drifting towards the blood. . .

He peeled around a corner, almost sliding into a light pole as he did so. A sound distracted him and he went careening into a wall, stopping dead for a moment. He shook his head and whined.

"That was your fault, Ugly Barnacle. Now which way? I hear fighting. Let's go there!"

He went tearing off again, ignoring anything Martha said, galloping his way towards the clashes.