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[aaliyahxelectric]

status: open to all witches  location: outside of the bar where she works time & date: around 2am, just after close - saturday, the 6th 

   despite what lixue said about laying low, staying on the move, and being careful - liyah returned to work the next night as normal. if anyone had commented on it, her flippant reply was simply; a bitch got bills, a bitch gotta work. so, she worked her usual long saturday shift, filling her pockets with tips and biting back her fears with fake smiles and flips of her hair. 

   she didn’t drink, never had, but nights like these tempted her. with everyone gone now, even the old lurkers who linger well after last-call, aaliywah was free to swipe a bottle of rum from the shelf and slip out the back once she’d locked up. apparently being part of a ‘coven’ meant she’d never get a minute alone, and so she was given an escort that night - for safety in numbers, or whatever. 

   “hey, stalker,” she teased, eyebrows raised, holding out the bottle as her gratitude for the walk home. at this point, aaliyah figured getting busted for stealing booze one was the least of her worries, and it wasn’t like the drunk owner would notice, anyway. she and ofelia all but ran the place; so who fucking cared? “all yours. i don’t drink. figured you could use it. damn, this place gets spooky at night, shit, doesn’t it?” 

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ren-ofpluto

“Good old NOLA.  Where the sun is bright, the water’s green and the tourists are gullible as anything.”  She sighed on the last of it, not particularly proud of her city’s swindling nature.  It reminded her far to much of her family back home.

It was a breath of fresh air to feel understood.  Ren had no problems explaining herself - she lived her life as an open slate, seeing no prospect in secrets. That so many of these witches understood the hesitance with Genevieve, even those loyal to her, gave Ren more faith in her newly found compatriots than she may have anticipated.  

She was just easing in her seat when, just as quickly, Aaliyah began the firing squad of questions.  The water witch took a moment before bursting into a deep chested chuckle, leaning back in her seat with her arms behind her head.  “You an inquisitor or a witch, cher?” She rubs the back of her head, easy while nodding. “I’ve got me a book, yeah, and I’ve practiced it well.” She gestures to her bus. “I’ve seen a fair bit that might interest you, I believe.”

   “What, like Genevieve?” An eyebrow cocked higher, unable to deny her curiosity about these oddly connected roots to magic that Ren seemed to have. While she questioned the legitimacy, she knew of Gen’s short-comings, her habit of chasing that even vaguely sniffed of genuine witchcraft. 

   Being laughed at was never something Aaliyah liked, but it didn’t feel unkind when Ren began her chuckling. “Sorry,” Liyah commented, though she wasn’t really sorry at all. “I get ahead of myself, but I think they’re all good questions to ask.” Unfortunately, she didn’t get all the answers she wanted. Ren was, at times, a closely and carefully guarded mystery to Aaliyah. She wanted to explode with her curiosity.  

    Now, Aaliyah looked to the bus. Yet another strange little quirk the other witch had. “Well, I’ll bet that’s true. You know, I’ve been studying magic, too, way before... all this shit. More ancient stuff, sort of like aliens, Bermuda triangle, but instead of extraterrestrials, I thought maybe witchcraft had stuff to do with it. Now, I don’t know, but something’s weird for sure. What all... what can you do, like, with your book, and your magic?” 

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thclilith‌

the witch gives aaliyah a surprised look that turns into a laugh. through these months, maeve rarely saw the other being so outwardly bitter towards the historian and it catches her by surprise. with a smirk and a high eyebrow, maeve shakes her head. “ my my my, ” she starts. “ that’s the meanest comment i heard about the hag coming from you, well done. ” maeve closes a book and sets it back to the bookshelf. useless. she picks another one. “ i guess you’re right which, ” she makes a purposeful pause and turns to aaliyah. “ benefits us in the end of the day. ”

her eyes choose the book on her hands while aaliyah hesitates. while maeve is happy to seize a victory any day of the week, she decides to not expose the electric witch to her scrutiny. she congratulates herself on being kind. “ sorry. the way you spoke highly of her gave me the wrong impression, it seems. ” the blonde shrugs. maeve comments nothing on the comment about genevieve contacting her soon. she doesn’t believe it but then again, she will let her friend have all the illusions she needs to go through the shit storm they’re headed. “ lixue is a crazy witch bitch, ” maeve replies. “ i don’t trust her. she won’t hesitate before burning us at the stake if it means she gets to save herself. ” the blonde looks to aaliyah. “ how ‘bout you? what do you think of carter’s guest? ”

   “you are a bad influence,” aaliyah wrinkled her nose at the blonde, realizing she had been a bit harsh - but it was hard not to be, not when the historian had just up and left... and didn’t give the keys to her, but instead someone else. aaliyah could be possessive and territorial at times, but perhaps that was one reason she and maeve found themselves getting along so well. they both had some of the overlapping traits, though they manifested quite differently. “but i do love to hear you say i’m right,” she added with a smirk, teasing in her tone. 

   while it was true that aaliyah had always defended genevieve, it was at times, against her better judgement. now she felt stuck between her convictions, her loyalty but also her hurt. it wasn’t something to dwell on, so she shrugged in response, relieved to move forward on more simple (yet more.... dangerous, potentially) of subjects. “pretty much the same as you. i’m not big on zombies to begin with, and the fact she can just fuck with death like it’s nothing? yeah, no thanks. i don’t even want to go to this crazy Resurrection thing. it sounds like we’re asking for trouble.” 

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   even if ofelia hadn’t of called her, aaliyah had no doubt that she would have ended up there, in her home. the two were friends at work, and now strangely bonded together with a sort of magic - some creepy book, some historian, too many little strings now wrapped tightly around the pair. aaliyah wasn’t going to let ofelia be in more danger than necessary, so of course, her doors opened and a place was made without hesitation for the redhead. 

   sleep was never something that came easily to ofelia. she would toss and turn for hours, staring out the high window nearest her bed, drift off and wake up in a cycle. tonight was no different, but she was in a strange suspension of sleep and awareness, where the beginnings of dreams began to fizzle in, fading out as she stirred. for a moment, she thought ofelia, too, was the beginning of a dream. 

   “mmph,” liyah mumbled, eyes coming up to half-lidded slits as she gazed at her friend, now nestling into the vacant space beside her. it reminded her of past relationships - one she fled to salem to escape, when it turned sour. in truth, aaliyah hadn’t slept next to another being since her ex-girlfriend, and it was a welcome experience. “well, i never promised it was a comfortable couch...” the sleepy witch teased, eyes shutting as she scooted closer to ofelia, an arm going out to pull her in, cuddling up close. “c’mere, you brat. you woke me from a nightmare, so i’m not upset, but you’d better not kick in your sleep. i kick back.” 

where?: aaliyah’s apartment.  when?: may 25th, 11:49pm. why?: refusal to be another horror movie victim trope.  who?: ofelia morrone and CLOSED.  there was a truth kept rosied and embellished by ofelia’s own hands. a truth that ate her up at day, kept her restless at night. and the truth was: she was terrified. the night her place had been vandalised had been a stake jabbed through her epicentre, and she couldn’t blame anybody as the blood fell through her needy hands. she hadn’t known who to call, or who to turn to, for truth be told she hadn’t ever been too good at making friends. years as the outcast served her well until, well… now. it had been some days now since ofelia had taken refuge in aaliyah’s dwelling. she didn’t have money to pay rent, or groceries even…but ofelia liked to think her company was nothing short of STELLAR and that the pair, would cope gracefully. or, at least, gracefully by ofelia’s definition. too stubborn to acknowledge it, and too PROUD to admit it; ofelia was nothing short of hysterical. this was perhaps why she now migrated from the homemade couch-fort she had made, to where she knew aaliyah was probably sound asleep. she didn’t want to wake her. no, actually, she did.  “ what’s cookin’ good lookin’? ” the brunette whispered with little restraint to the sleepless croak that took possession of her chords. a hand reached out to rattle the other from their slumber, the expanse of ebony coating aaliyah’s cheek now with a delicate peck pressed firm to it. “ your couch is a cruel mistress. i’ve pulled muscles i didn’t know i had… ” and while that wasn’t entirely true, ofelia felt instantly at ease as she sank into the mattress in the vacant spot beside her friend. “ sorry for waking you like this. ” 

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ren-ofpluto‌:

Considering Genevieve had prompted Ren to think of Aaliyah as her right hand, she found the witch a pleasant surprise.  There were no flowers in the woman’s words but no daggers either. She’d always been one to appreciate candor and the straight forward nature suited her just fine, even if the witch was the closest of the coven to Gen’s loyal follower. Ren had welcomed conversation before practice, guiding the witch towards the lounge chairs and coals of a dead fire.  Now she dusted a bundle of burning sage around them while listening - “To clear the air,” she explained, her smirk slow.

“Know is strong.  I’ve met her before, on multiple occasions, but we’re not really friends. My family has always been big on magic;  voodoo, hooodoo, the occult. Anything you can sell in the Quarter, honestly. Gen was someone who bought into that. She’d speak with my Mémè - my grandmother- on a few occasions.  Wish I knew more about what those going ons were but -” she shrugged, regret in the line of her brow.  She put the sage carefully at the edge of the fire and sighed into a chair.

“Didn’t come here sooner cause I wasn’t sure what to make of it all. Pardon me sayin’ but I haven’t found her the most trusting and I value my freedom.” She gestured to the skoolie with a small smile. “Wasn’t ready to give that up just to have Ceoi call my shots.” 

   Most of Aaliyah’s verbal support of Genevieve had been so strong to mask some of the less favorable feelings festering just beneath the surface. Jealousy, distrust, curiosity, and the worse yet more recently... abandonment. Something akin to betrayal, not that Liyah was a stranger to that feeling. Each of these feelings, barring the latter, could also be well suited for this new arrival of Ren to the ‘coven’ - if Aaliyah could even call them that. Another one of Gen’s secrets, another one of her girls.... but, oh wrong she seemed to be. 

   Already, Aaliyah was smiling more openly. “Well, that all makes a lot of sense, actually, “ She nodded, knowingly. Genevieve had once drove to Canada, on a whim, just because of something she’d seen online promising roots in witchcraft. Her haunting voodoo joints was right on par. “New Orleans, huh?” She commented, realizing that the two of them had been brought up on opposite sides of the country, yet somehow had eerily surprising connections. The coven, their magic, Genevieve... Aaliyah tucked it away for later. 

   “Honestly? I get that,” The electric witch nodded, opening up easily with the newest confession from the older witch. She could easily share a similar opinion. Then, her head cocked sideways, as if considering some new development, a new puzzle piece. “So, you knew? Did you have one of the books, too? Have you... been, like, practicing? By yourself?” She had to bite her tongue to hold back a third onslaught of questions. What can you do? Can you teach me? 

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thclilith‌

sapphire eyes dance over aaliyah. there’s something nearly mischievous about her as she looks over the other woman, knowing how much they disagree on genevieve. it feels as a confirmation to her, in her twisted way of taking things, that she has been right all along about the historian. after all, maeve thinks one can hardly be trusted as a leader when their place looks such as this one. the blonde puts the book back in the mess it belongs and pats one delicate hand across the other as to get rid of the dust they picked up. 

“ of course she did, ” maeve rolls her eyes and moves towards a next bookcase, as shabby and dusty-looking as the other one. “ probably had some things already packed in case she had to go on a run. ” she adds with a quick look to aaliyah and then back to the bookcase. maeve is less interested in the books than in their talk now, but maintains a neutral stance. “ i’m surprised she left you nothing, aya. i thought the two of you were amigas. ”

   maybe you were right - words aaliyah would never admit, but could still think quietly, a secret tucked away behind her tongue where it would never see the light of day. “bold of you to assume she could actually keep track of her shit or plan ahead like that,” liyah scoffed, typically not the best-natured, but the recent events giving her an even more sour tone. it wasn’t directed at maeve, of course. if anything, she was just annoyed that it was seeming like her mentor, someone she had considered to be their leader, was ghosting them. 

   “yeah, well...” aaliyah wavered a moment, trying to choose between another sarcastic remark or something more genuine and vulnerable. the latter did not win. “she’s like 50-something. we weren’t that close, and anyway, she’ll hit me up soon,” aaliyah believed it, even if her friend didn’t. she came to join maeve in her casual snooping, unable to deny she was curious about what genevieve could’ve had on the backburner, left for them. it would be her fashion to scatter confusing clues somewhere in the dust and clutter. “lixue though...” she gives a shifty look to the blonde now, eyebrow poised high. “your hot take on that whole drama?”  

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status: closed for @ren-ofpluto​ location: ren’s trailor time & date: thursday, 28th, after lunch

   it’s not that aaliyah didn’t know genevieve ceoi was a woman of many mysteries; maybe that’s, in a way, what liyah had liked best about her mentor; her friend. what she didn’t like was how it ruined her own narrative and motives. she’d been genevieve’s assistant, her right-hand, and then there were more. and magic. and hunters. and now... nothing. 

    nothing except for one very equally mysterious loren reynaud. maybe aaliyah was just desperate for something (someone) to believe in, or maybe she just really missed genevieve, but she was eager to get close to this new face among the witches. 

   “so. you know genevieve,” aaliyah started, hands on hips but her face open, friendly. she had jumped at the chance to practice magic, but even better, get some one-on-one time with ren, find out more about the woman. unlike genevieve, this woman seemed less tight-lipped about herself, which would play into aaliyah’s favor nicely. “i don’t remember her mentioning you, but that isn’t surprising - she never talked about anything unless she had to. talks.-” damn, why did aaliyah keep referring to her in past tense? she was coming back. “where’d you two meet? how long ago? why weren’t you here sooner?”

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status: closed for @aleksei-ingels​ location: alleyway downtown salem time & date: 2am, friday the 29th

   despite her concern for ofelia, and even cole, questionable choices aside, aaliyah felt pretty safe and secure as far as hunters went. in her jealousy and bitterness over the whole “you’re one of 15 witches” thing that genevieve sprung on them all (as if, what, two years of friendship hadn’t been enough to get a heads up?) aaliyah had kept her distance, somewhat. 

    she did what genevieve asked, of course, and would make herself present as needed, but unlike many of the other witches, the bartender had yet to truly align with them or put much effort in her support. everything was different now - two hunters... in custody? aaliyah snorted out loud as she lugged the heavy bags of trash over her shoulders, ready to fling in the dumpster. amazing how your life goes from normal to some shitty movie in a blink of an eye. 

   aaliyah turned to grab the second bag to hoist up into the dumpster, when a shadowy figure close by startled her. “holy shit! what the hell are you doing?” aaliyah complained, her nerves fried ever since the threats on the witches had been made known. she was confident they knew nothing of her... but still, in the dark, wee hours, it was easy to find the spooky nature in everything. 

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     for a woman who has never had much to her name, aaliyah was no stranger to fine things all the same. growing up in a las vegas casino meant she could pretend to be as lavish and rich as she pleased, though it was all cheap trinklets and baubles. here inside the historian’s home, nothing within the humble walls could be passed for anything more than junk, to most sets of eyes. aaliyah thought, like maeve, there was surely something of use... but mostly, the bartender had just seen lots of useless shit crowded into every free space.  

    yet, once, aaliyah had considered this place a second home - before magic, before the other witches, before all this nonsense started. she had known genevieve, they had shared a few evenings studying and talking... now, everyone had infiltrated, and it looked as shabby and plain as she had first thought. “yeah, well,” aaliyah sighed, her face in it’s usually sour expression. “it’s always been a dump,” brutal, but honest, aaliyah’s fashion. “and if you’re looking for anything important, i promise you she has hid it. gen was sly like that.” 

WHERE: genevieve’s house WHEN: monday STATUS: open to any witches

maeve isn’t a woman to apologize for her curiosity. there are few things outside of her own realm that is of interest to her. to find these things, maeve isn’t shy. she puts herself in movement and finds her answers with little care for consequences. she supposes there’s little consequence to anything right now, as she goes through genevieve’s belongings on the house the woman left behind. her hands pick up memorabilia and eyes scan books upon books on salem and witchcraft in hopes to find something useful. 

when steps make the presence of another person – or should she say, witch – known, maeve doesn’t flinch. her eyes lift from the book she holds in her hands and looks at her company with a careless glint on her eye. “ so this is the hag’s place, huh? ” she asks, raising her eyebrows. “ i must say – if i lived here, i’d want to run away, too. do you think she ever bothered to dust? ”

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