I challenge every player here to write a short story about two or more of their characters interacting with each other. Prompt is purposefully vague so go wild.
“Quiet!” The olive skinned girl snapped.
“Sorry!” Squeaked out the girl with flowers in her hair.
The mute gave a look of derision.
If you looked at the three girls as they crouched in the shadows together, you’d be hard pressed to find anything they shared in common. Lilith was a confident and devout Jordanian Muslim who was wearing her short temper on her sleeve. Hyacinth was a usually cheery Dutch girl, but the circumstances had made her show her frail tendencies. Katlyn was an awkward and mute French girl who was trying to keep it all together. To say they were three different people would be an understatement, they were from different worlds. There was one thing that tied them all together however.
Those men were trying to capture them.
When Sunnybrook was hit there was chaos and things went awry very quickly. You couldn’t expect static defences to stand up against everything they came at the school with. A lot of students had tried to hide from the attackers, Clara and Jonathan had taken to an empty classroom. It didn’t do much to protect them.
There were a lot who stood their ground and tried to fight off the men in their combat boots with their weapons of war. People talked about how Wendy was holding off a battalion worth of men from getting to the basement, all with a broken arm and blood on her face. Samantha had stood her ground in the courtyard and went down fighting before they tore her apart to piece back later. Daniel was out there causing havoc and Nadia was with him keeping him fighting.
Most people were waiting on Akemi to get to their commander to get the whole thing called off. That took time, and the assailants didn’t care to wait for it to happen. There were some students that had fled into the woods and made for the town of Windvale. Trying to get away from the conflict and find safety somewhere.
Hyacinth was one of these students.
She had run through the woods and was torn between crying and trying to keep moving. Going past trees as she didn’t chance to look back at the school, because she could hear the screams and the explosions behind her. Her sundress was singed at the hem and she was scared about what was happening. People were coming for them like they had come for her before. Maybe if she ran fast enough she could make it back to Holland. She was caught up in her thoughts, trying to wipe the tears off her face.
This is when she ran into Katlyn.
She had panicked when it happened, her first thought was to go and find Kiefer. Who she did find, looking for her with Mads in tow. As a plan was being formed the jackboots came for them. It was a scuffle, and in the end Kiefy had made an opening for Katlyn and Mads to slip out and demanded they take it. She had, because she had learned to listen to him in times of stress. On their way out there more of them. Mads was taken down hard despite her cries of surrender. Katlyn panicked.
After the first few explosions from her art being flung at the attackers and the smell of burnt flesh taking hold, she made a break for it. One of the men, caught by an arrow she had flung from her art, took a parting shot that hit her in the side. When she ran into Hyacinth, she was holding her side and trying to stop the bleeding. Hyacinth had started crying but offered as much help as she could, but The High Priestess could only slow the bleeding for now.
Lilith found them as they were trying to figure out what to do.
It only took a second for her to figure out that the two girls she had found were from the school and not in any capacity to make decisions. So she ordered them to follow her and was off. They hadn’t protested, Hyacinth even took a second to thank Lilith for helping them as they ran towards Windvale. Off in the woods they could hear the sounds of men screaming about a shark, and the crashes and sounds of bloodshed. They kept moving and didn’t wait, there were too many students to try and save them all.
There was no way the town would have been safe and Lilith knew that. She took them down the back alleys and the side streets, away from the patrolling troops and trucks and towards her home. They could hide there, maybe find a way out from there. That was changed, when she noticed there were men at the house. They were trying to break in. That’s when Lilith had called for them to be quiet.
“We must save my family,” Lilith said to the two of them, “they are like us. We need to help them.”
“Can’t we call for help?” Hyacinth said as she ran an arm over her face, pushing away snot.
Katlyn shook her head, she wasn’t expecting anyone to come help them.
“No we can not,” Lilith said as if she hadn’t seen Katlyn’s motion. This made Katlyn give her another look of dismissal.
“What can we do?” Hyacinth was worried and she was scared, it was easily apparent.
“We can help.” Lilith said very plainly. “With our powers.”
“I don’t know,” Hyacinth said in a voice completely unsure of itself.
Katlyn rolled up her hoodie sleeves to reveal arms covered in sharpie sketches.
“Be strong, people need our help. Let us be their saviors. Let us do good.” Lilith placed a hand on Hyacinth’s shoulder. “Inshallah, we will fight as one.”
“Okay,” Hyacinth said as she rubbed some tears off her face.
Katlyn nodded her head and started to step forward. Feeling a sense of numbness to all of it, thoughts of Kiefy with a boot on his face in her head. She found the picture she wanted on her forearm and ran her fingers along it. A shower of sparkles came off her arm as an entire flock of white doves flicked out from her own reality and flew towards the soldiers. They ran into them, harassed them and pecked at them.
Lilith made sure Hyacinth was firm, and ran forward towards the home and the men around it. She saw the strings that held the truck the soldiers had come on, and she wrapped her fingers around them. Pulling them firmly, and flipping the truck onto it’s side and across the lawn. Digging into the ground and knocking a group of them aside and pinning them to the ground below.
Hyacinth hesitated, until she saw one of the men raising a rifle to aim at the three of them. She was scared that her friends would be hurt, that she would be hurt. From the air she pulled her deck, and from her deck she pulled two cards. Darkness came over the men around the house, shrouded in an unearthly black as The Moon caused the world to go blank around them.
The three of them weren’t skilled fighters, they were scared teenagers who were doing things out of necessity. None of them wanted to be here, and they might all have said they didn’t like Sunnybrook. Still, they had all faced adversity and grown to known that the world around them could be cruel and they might need the powers they controlled. If only to help others.
“Inshallah, we are going to make it!” Lilith cried as she plucked the strings of reality.
“I hope so!” Hyacinth said with an air of excitement as she made a reading that would tell of the future.
Katlyn was silent but her mismatched eyes were bright, as her art was speaking volumes.
They all had one thing in common at least, they were unique students of Sunnybrook Academy.
"I still think the mural is a good idea."
"Please stop asking me about that."
"Fine." Leah grumbled, as she stepped down from the ladder.
Ah, the annual Sunnybrook Halloween party. A time of joy, spooks, and laughter. A time when the sugar flowed like rivers and spirits were a thing to celebrate, and not a thing to scream and call an exorcist for.
A time when the party planning committee should have been sacked, rearranged, and/or shamed for its incompetence.
Lisa didn't hate Leah, quite the opposite. Of all the people in Sunnybrook, Leah was probably the most understanding of her condition, having a similar one herself. Her laid back attitude made Lisa feel more at ease with coming to her when she needed validation, or company, or even someone to watch her in case this time it wasn't just a panic attack, that this time her life was in actual danger. Hell, she was even somewhat glad whenever she got roped into some bullshit exercise routine, tiring though it may be. It's just, well…
…Leah could not plan parties within budget for shit.
Lisa looked down at the 'party binder', as it was known, and then at her watch. 4:00 PM. She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, but we just don't have the time for this 'spooky mural' you want surrounding the gymnasium, nor do we have the funds after the Warpway Star incident to bring in this DJ you want so badly. I'm very sorry, but we have to think about where this money comes from."
Leah rolled her eyes. "Ugh, again with Warpway Star. Look, can't you trust me? I've known this guy for years, I can get a discount."
"If you want spooky music so badly, I'll volunteer to play it, but right now we can't hire anyone outside the school. I'm very sorry, but no."
Leah grumbled, and went back to setting up the (admittedly lackluster, in Lisa's opinion) wallpaper.
It was 5:13 PM the next time Leah interrupted Lisa for something other than help moving things. "So, I got this friend whose dad works at a Pangloss-Olney animatronics factory, and I'm thinking we could ask him for leftover parts."
"Please, just stick with what the committee has planned."
"Come on, the committee is boring and you and I both know it. Seriously, 'Shake to your Bones'? Halloween's supposed to be about scary stuff, like ghouls and hellhounds and ghosts and all that stuff. Skeletons aren't scary."
"I'm sorry, but I don't make the rules."
Leah opened her mouth to say something, then sighed, turning back to her work.
"Hey, what if you and I used our pow-"
"You know, theoretically, I could pull some strings to get that one place I work at to sponsor us."
"I'm not sure I trust McNeilly's Diner to sponsor us. Please, just stick to the script."
7:26 PM, 34 minutes until they could leave without incurring the committee's wrath.
Leah dramatically crumpled over a table, calculated to be loud and pathetic enough to gain the maximum amount of Lisa's sympathy without sacrificing her pride. Lisa hated that table crumple. "I'm tired and bored. This party is gonna be boring. Why is the committee full of nerds."
Lisa sighed, rolling her eyes. The things she did for extra credit. "Just a few more minutes, okay? Then you can hang out with your girlfriend, get high, whatever, but please, just work with me."
Leah smiled her half-smiled, and got up from the table. "Alright, fine, but I reserve the right to kvetch as I do it."
"Fine." Lisa said, trying and failing not to show amusement.
Leah proceeded to spend the entire rest of their shift attempting to get a laugh out of Lisa with her quips, neglecting work beyond the bare minimum. For Lisa, the worst part about it was how well it worked.
Black and White
Elspeth sat on the roof San Francisco hall, the dorm she stayed in, where most of the people she knew stayed in. It would rain soon, looking up she could tell, she wondered if she should have The Ram take her in, she wouldn't like getting drenched, well, she'll slack off a bit, she liked the cold biting air on her pale skin, it reminded her of home. The garden walks in the morning, The Ram holding her, looking at the gorgeous flowers, and the just as lovely sunrise, a mixture of blacks, blues, reds and oranges. She was alone, alone besides her devil, whom could not even be counted as a person. So, Elspeth was alone. She wore a black dress with crimson accents, a friend having even gushed over her saying she had almost a gothic lolita look, whatever that means. Her hair pulled into two long blonde pigtails, curled almost in a spiral. She sighs, the air fogging a bit and a smile coming on her face, that was kinda fun.
Fun doesn't seem to last with the students of Sunnybrook Academy, the door that lead to the roof creaked open. A girl, much older than Elspeth and certainly much taller, with tanned skin, hazel eyes, light brown hair, and the most interesting of all, even enough to catch The Ram's eye, was her wings. Wings pure white in color, one destroyed and mangled while the other one perfect in every way, almost as if it were God's personal creation. Elspeth stares, Nadia turns, looking at the young German girl she smiles a bit before her eyes seem to be caught on something, something else. Hazel eyes dilating, she suddenly looks sickly, pale, wings folding terribly harshly to her back. Blood. All the Angel saw, was blood.
Nadia had never had a grip on reality in this world, sometimes going into fits where she would see what was not there, she could hear what was not there, she could even smell what was not and thankfully will never be there. Paired with the young Angel's convictions, convictions so convinced that devils, demons, anything that looks demonic, has no place on earth, is true scum and should die. That they were the murderers of reality, that they were the bad, where God's children were the good. Nadia knows that there is no gray, only black, and white. You are either with God, or against him.
Elspeth didn't look human to her anymore, the devil, The Ram, looked so horribly disgusting, she wanted to vomit. She knows, she has to do something, something to make the horrible static stop, something to make the horrible smell stop. Something, anything at all. Her own powers didn't even seem to come to her, just that animalistic sense that she wants to live, that she wants to survive. The sense embedded in even those who have lived all their life in the lap of luxury. That sense to live no matter who you have to kill.
Elspeth looked quite suddenly scared, why did that girl, that girl that had just walked into the roof, why did she look so angry and frightened at the same time, why, why is she staring at her like that. Elspeth screams as the tanned girl that may soon be the late Nadia Madison lunges at her, The Ram steps in, of course it would. Grabbing Nadia by the neck, wrapping it's white gloved fingers around her neck and squeezing, squeezing. The tanned skin in her neck being suppressed by The Ram's hand growing white. Nadia screaming at Elspeth over, and over, and over again. Murderer, killer, freak, human garbage she called her, because, that's what Nadia had always been told people like her were, the ones that control the devils, the ones that are the demons, monsters in every way, when she never thought that it could be quite the other way around.
Elspeth watches, looking less and less scared by the second, moving to hold on to the Ram's side and steady herself up. Elspeth, Elspeth had that instinct, just as everyone else had, she had it too. She wanted to live, and she now wanted to see the girl that now wanted to deny her that, yes, that instinct to live, the one that drives the tiny girl, would be the thing that causes the demise of Nadia Madison.
Wendy Strauss walked along the courtyard, closing her eyes as her irises betrayed her, showing off the forming blue flames that danced with a fire that could never quite be recreated by her pale small hands. She knows what she was doing, she knows where she was going. She just didn't expect to see a tiny blonde girl in a wheelchair there too. She looks at the wall, both Wendy and Elspeth grimacing.
"Doh youh think?"
She goes unanswered. Wendy stares at the wall, closing her eyes for a few more moments before opening them, glazed over with a sadness that cannot seem to be understood with just an exchange for words from the two girls from two entirely different worlds, lives even. But, as it seems, their reality in this bitter moment, was the very same.
They looked at it, the wall.
What they saw was the white dove painted on that wall, painted over with black paint.