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men who ask you for a cigarette or a lighter are so cute of course here you go baby girl

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closed starter for @icexpackxjc

"I was going to bring some food, but then I was worried you'd chastise me about the processed sugars or whatever. So, tell me if you want to eat something, anything, besides hospital food and I'll bring it to you." Noel said as they set their working out bag on the floor tucked away from where the hospital bed was. "How are you faring? Or is that question not allowed?" Their tone was genuine. Noel knew they weren't the first or last person to come visit him, and they didn't want to burden JC with emotional talk if he didn't want it. Not that he seemed like the type to open up even if he had just gotten hurt.

Noel was angry and frustrated, but showing that to JC right now felt quite meaningless. Everyone in their right minds would be upset at this happening again. Still, they couldn't help but let the feeling of uselessness wash over them once again. If the time came, could they really protect anyone in this fucking town? Letting out a breath, they turned to look at JC, worried before letting their eyes wonder elsewhere.

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closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight (Elif)

"I hope you're hungry because this is on me." Noel flashed Elif a bright smile as they reached for the chair and pulled it open for the other werewolf. While this wasn't a date by any means, the gesture was just second nature by now. "Their salmon rolls are really fucking good." They waited for Elif to sit down in the open chair or the opposite one, not really wanting to pressure her for either choice. After growing quiet for a second, Noel spoke again. "I actually have a rather... outlandish favor to ask of you. But you can say no and we'll still be good. I want to say that right off the bat." Given the attacks against the advisors and the looming threat of Silas, Noel felt like they could no longer push back this. They could no longer spend each full moon aimlessly hurting animals around them or themself because of their lack of control. Still, Elif didn't owe them anything, but coming to them felt... easier than asking for direct assistance from either Nico or JC. "But we should probably order first."

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"Hey, what do you think between these two? I'm thinking of getting a new tat some time soon, but can't seem to choose." Noel asked as they leaned a bit closer to where Bex was to show them two pictures on their phone. Option 1 had two lit matches with different flame details, whereas option 2 was a detailed scythe with skulls and lanterns adorning it. Sure their town was quite literally in flames and attacks were happening left and right, but Noel didn't want to talk about that especially at work. So, she hoped Bex would humor her less serious conversation.

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closed starter for @ofbloodandsnow (Sébastien)

"Thanks for teaching me again today." Amrita flashed Sébastien a relieved smile. She hadn't been sure if he would follow through with his words or not since he didn't really owe her anything. Still, he had shown her kindness, and while she wasn't sure how to pay him back, she tried her hardest whenever they met up to practice archery. The last few months had involved very rigorous hours of volunteer work, but they were slowly coming to a halt, and Amrita was thankful since her arms didn't hurt so much at the start of the lesson. "So, what are we doing today? I think my form's been getting better!"

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Option A

After being in Lunar Cove for months, there were still things Amrita didn't fully understand. But after using her time in the Historical Society to dig up as much as she could about the occurrences of the previous year, there were things she knew about even if she didn't let it be known. In a town like this one, questions could have horrible consequences. That had been the mentality the young witch had when she broke into Town Hall, and it stuck with her even after she completed her punishment. Rather than asking for questions and getting lies, she would rather find them herself. So, when she passed by the Daily Drip and saw some bloody words on the exterior, Amrita didn't really bring herself to ask any questions pertaining why that happened. Seeing the barista jump, clearly startled, made her raise her hands in submission. She did, however, bring herself to ask something else. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was just wondering if you... you need some help? If you have another sponge I can help out. Blood... or paint doesn't bother me." She didn't want to assume but given the news in the town's papers it was hard to not put two and two together. Still, this didn't perturb her. "Four hands might make quick work of this." The young witch flashed an apologetic smile towards Leyla before she reached to scratch the back of her own neck, nervous. She hoped she didn't cross a line.

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Option A: Leyla

TW Blood

Shit. A shaky breath left her lips as she placed the heavy bucket of soap and water down with the thud. Every muscle in her body was begging her to curl up into a tiny little ball, to pull the covers as high as they would go and stay in bed for the next eternity, or even worse, do what the Selvi's did best- run without ever daring to look back. Her best friend was in the hospital thanks to her biological sister who, from the not so subtle message sprawled across the windows of her coffee shop, had used Aiyla's own blood to write it. She felt she was going to be sick, but rather than letting herself break down into tears, Leyla did the only thing else she knew how to do. She threw herself into task, scrubbing away at the horror scene of vandalism before her rather than let anyone feel the gut-wrenching sensation that she currently did. She had gotten nearly all of it but 'think again' cleared up before she felt the presence of someone behind her. "Fu-dge," She jumped, spinning around on her feet to catch the other's glance. "You scared me," Leyla mumbled out, ringing out the sponge in her hand and trying her best not to wrinkle her nose too much as she watched the blood run down her hands into the bucket.

Option B: Jasmine

"Mhm," Jas winced slightly as she rubbed her sore wrists. The metallic cuffs glistening in the sun almost could be mistaken as a fashion choice. Almost, except for the fact that they were latched onto her skin. The distinct and ancient charms cut off any access she had to her magic. Now, as she sipped her cup of coffee, attempting to reschedule all of the ghost tours the Seen It Route was having this week, the cuffs, besides the relatively hefty weight for bracelets, weren't much of a bother. They were clunky, for sure, but they no longer hurt. Though, the immediate pain she had felt when they had been placed on still lingered in her thoughts along with the fact that for the first time in weeks, the world seemed silent. While, she hadn't exactly been looking forward to paying the cost for something she had done over six months ago, she'd be lying if the fact she couldn't be harassed by the dead or overwhelmed by the coven's judgements that she had 'gotten off scott-free' while Rohan had not, had been nice. And now, hopefully, her name wouldn't be able to be thrown around as a weapon against her sister, the Supreme, or her boyfriend, the Alpha's character. The only problem remained, how the hell was she going to rebook five different tours and how many refunds was she going to have to give? A groan slipped out as she rubbed at her temples. "Who knew scheduling would be so complicated."

Option C

PTSD, Depression tw

Meena sat at the end of the bar. It was one of the first times she had sat, period, after the past few days. Aaliyah was finally healed up and headed back home. The emptiness in her house was hardly lost on her. Her eyes drained of even the slightest hint of a spark as she milked the glass of wine in hand. Her thumb and forefinger swirling the stem back and forth as if she was completely and utterly memorized by the red liquor. She was more angry than anyone could possibly imagine. The Catalyst had hurt her own and one who was older and, by proxy, physically stronger than even she was. But, on top of ever fiber of her being being filled with rage, she also felt entirely drained. The typical curve of her lips, her signature smirk, was no where to be found. Instead, the clan leader was entirely and utterly numb. Too exhausted to even bother to fake it anymore. It wasn't until someone slide into the open seat beside her that she finally took a moment to glance up. "I'd say care to join me, but I take it you already have?"

Option D: Elif

"Oh hey, come in, come in. Please make yourself comfortable," She assured them as she ushered her next client into her office. She'd be lying if she said business hadn't been slow recently, which one likely wouldn't expect with a therapist's office given how much had been going on in town these days. From the attacks to a witch getting their magic stripped to a death curse, you would think, now, more than ever, her scheduled would be booked solid. But, instead, the office almost felt like a ghost town. As if people were too afraid to attempt to start to process what they had collectively gone through, let alone talk about it. The chill in the air these days was unsettling to say the least. But, thankfully, there was one brave soul who had come to see her today and maybe that alone was hope.

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Option B

"What are you going on about?" Noel asked absentmindedly as they sat across from Jasmine, without invitation, with a bagel in one hand and a coffee in the other. "Why do you have to reschedule? Are you feeling sick or something?" Calloused hands opened the wrapper the bagel was in and Noel started eating waiting for Jasmine to say something. Their thoughts drifted to their previous work shift and some routine changes they wanted to do when their eyes fell on the cuffs on Jasmine's wrists. After swallowing they asked in an incredulous tone, "What the fuck are those?" They weren't a witch. They didn't have to carry the burden of being one, but even Noel could recognize certain charms. "They're ugly, and aren't they too tight? Do you want to lose a hand or something.." They mumbled before taking another bite.

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Option A: Leyla

TW Blood

Shit. A shaky breath left her lips as she placed the heavy bucket of soap and water down with the thud. Every muscle in her body was begging her to curl up into a tiny little ball, to pull the covers as high as they would go and stay in bed for the next eternity, or even worse, do what the Selvi's did best- run without ever daring to look back. Her best friend was in the hospital thanks to her biological sister who, from the not so subtle message sprawled across the windows of her coffee shop, had used Aiyla's own blood to write it. She felt she was going to be sick, but rather than letting herself break down into tears, Leyla did the only thing else she knew how to do. She threw herself into task, scrubbing away at the horror scene of vandalism before her rather than let anyone feel the gut-wrenching sensation that she currently did. She had gotten nearly all of it but 'think again' cleared up before she felt the presence of someone behind her. "Fu-dge," She jumped, spinning around on her feet to catch the other's glance. "You scared me," Leyla mumbled out, ringing out the sponge in her hand and trying her best not to wrinkle her nose too much as she watched the blood run down her hands into the bucket.

Option B: Jasmine

"Mhm," Jas winced slightly as she rubbed her sore wrists. The metallic cuffs glistening in the sun almost could be mistaken as a fashion choice. Almost, except for the fact that they were latched onto her skin. The distinct and ancient charms cut off any access she had to her magic. Now, as she sipped her cup of coffee, attempting to reschedule all of the ghost tours the Seen It Route was having this week, the cuffs, besides the relatively hefty weight for bracelets, weren't much of a bother. They were clunky, for sure, but they no longer hurt. Though, the immediate pain she had felt when they had been placed on still lingered in her thoughts along with the fact that for the first time in weeks, the world seemed silent. While, she hadn't exactly been looking forward to paying the cost for something she had done over six months ago, she'd be lying if the fact she couldn't be harassed by the dead or overwhelmed by the coven's judgements that she had 'gotten off scott-free' while Rohan had not, had been nice. And now, hopefully, her name wouldn't be able to be thrown around as a weapon against her sister, the Supreme, or her boyfriend, the Alpha's character. The only problem remained, how the hell was she going to rebook five different tours and how many refunds was she going to have to give? A groan slipped out as she rubbed at her temples. "Who knew scheduling would be so complicated."

Option C

PTSD, Depression tw

Meena sat at the end of the bar. It was one of the first times she had sat, period, after the past few days. Aaliyah was finally healed up and headed back home. The emptiness in her house was hardly lost on her. Her eyes drained of even the slightest hint of a spark as she milked the glass of wine in hand. Her thumb and forefinger swirling the stem back and forth as if she was completely and utterly memorized by the red liquor. She was more angry than anyone could possibly imagine. The Catalyst had hurt her own and one who was older and, by proxy, physically stronger than even she was. But, on top of ever fiber of her being being filled with rage, she also felt entirely drained. The typical curve of her lips, her signature smirk, was no where to be found. Instead, the clan leader was entirely and utterly numb. Too exhausted to even bother to fake it anymore. It wasn't until someone slide into the open seat beside her that she finally took a moment to glance up. "I'd say care to join me, but I take it you already have?"

Option D: Elif

"Oh hey, come in, come in. Please make yourself comfortable," She assured them as she ushered her next client into her office. She'd be lying if she said business hadn't been slow recently, which one likely wouldn't expect with a therapist's office given how much had been going on in town these days. From the attacks to a witch getting their magic stripped to a death curse, you would think, now, more than ever, her scheduled would be booked solid. But, instead, the office almost felt like a ghost town. As if people were too afraid to attempt to start to process what they had collectively gone through, let alone talk about it. The chill in the air these days was unsettling to say the least. But, thankfully, there was one brave soul who had come to see her today and maybe that alone was hope.

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Furniture Store

"Brown? Grey? Black? White? Blue. Hm, depends on the shade of blue, but it could definitely work." Noel replied absentmindedly to the witch as she browsed through different cushions and throw pillows. They wanted to get a futon for their work room in case they had guests in the future, but leaving it empty felt too depressing. Everything in their home was decorated to the max or extremely ignored. Their work room, however, was decorated avidly since it was their favorite spot in the entire house. "I would say," Noel started to speak while glancing at the couches in questions, "think very hard about the material it is made out of. Think about how difficult or easy it would be to clean it up. Made that mistake when I first moved out."

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The last place in Lunar Cove Jamie called home was no longer a place he was welcome. Not that he expected to be after he skipped town, but he had his reasons. A laundry list of things he was avoiding now, as to remain out of the pit of despair they put him in. He'd promised his sisters he'd behave, uphold their good family name in the community. Aside from a little too much to drink the other night and a run in with she whom he would not name, James was doing good. One might say he was being productive, even, as he sought to fill his empty house with furniture suitable for a family man and not a bachelor.

You choose what James is shopping for! At a...

Mattress Store

How these places stayed in business James didn't know. He thought all mattress stores were a money laundry front because who bought a mattress all that often? It'd certainly been awhile since he'd had the need, and he didn't know where to start. Of course, the sales associate directed him to the most expensive bed on the floor, but there was something about a purple mattress he didn't like. He was eyeing an Alaskan King when he caught someone appear in his peripheral vision, and he asked. "Is there such a thing as too much bed?"

Furniture Store

From one couch cushion to another, James plopped in and out of seats. A time or two, he teleported between sofas, doing his best to asses what felt the most right. Comfort was important, as was the aesthetic. He had an artistic side that quietly enjoyed interior design, though he lacked the skills of an expert decorator. "I love it, but..." What would his mother say about a green couch? Growing up, their family home was shades of beige. Maybe it was why he now craved color. "..if the couch is green what color should the rug be?"

Superstore

Eyes crinkled with the formation of crows feet narrowed in scrutiny at the back of a Terra Kaffe box. The thing had so many features James wasn't sure if he should tip it after every use. It was overwhelming to a man who generally lacked experience in the kitchen beyond eating what was made for him, but it felt like a responsible thing to do; learning to cook. Grownups fed themselves. "Why do I feel like this will sit in its box in a cabinet unused until I have a garage sale someday...." James put the fancy coffe machine back then put a drip pot in his cart. "Maybe I should get an air fryer.."

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"I... wanted to ask you something." Amrita spoke as she turned the small mug around. Nervous hands moving in a desperate attempt to not back down. There was much she didn't know about magic and covens, and while she had considered joining the coven. Now that felt like a bad idea. "How do... um. I mean, I don't know if you can like tell me this stuff. I'm not like... a coven member but... how does the whole... dark magic thing work in covens? 'Cause I um, I some times... use shadow manipulation... and you know, like would someone else have to suffer the consequences of that if I were in the coven, hypothetically? I used to think that being in one would be good. I could learn about potions and charms, but given what happened with my brother I don't know. Maybe it's best I stay out of everyone's way, you know?" There was a pause. "Is that bad, Briar? I... I just think... or rather I was taught that magic was bad and dangerous, all of it. Some times I worry I don't listen to those warnings enough."

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Option 2

Reaching for their water bottle, Noel couldn't help but roll their eyes at Royce's words. "Next time don't underestimate me, it'll be a bigger challenge." She took a sip of water before turning to look at him. A tired yet proud smile adorned her features as she listened to him. Noel practiced vigorously every couple of days, it helped them feel stronger, but still, they enjoyed having new opponents. New people to analyze on the ring. It kept them on their toes. "I can imagine." They replied absentmindedly. Working out while they vacationed was never a priority. But Noel didn't know for how long he had been out and about, surely he had grown restless of not finding an adequate spot to box in. "Oh, I'm starving, so I'll happily take you up on that offer. I, also, hope we can have a second round sometime else. This was fun." They were always looking for more people to work out with. "But, how do we feel about burgers? Peggy's Diner? Or. Oh! BBQ. God. I can't think 'cause I'm so hungry. Maybe you can share some stories from your travels with me" Anything to not think about how their town was falling apart and up in flames.

open! @lunarcovestarters

Option 1

setting: the country club

"Good god, my friend, you are a terrible shot. Here's to hoping you drink better than you golf," Royce's head tilted back as a loud laugh escaped him, hopping off the golf cart and whipping off the tweed flat cap that stamped down his hair. He ruffled up his golden locks to their perfect 'wave-like' coif with one hand, the other swiftly pulling out and shooting out text after text on his phone. Without looking where he was going, he made a bee-line for the country club bar, willing those in the way to step aside and not bothering to check if his companion or caddy were following his pursuit. "Gin and Tonic," he readily supplied to the bar tender before motioning behind him, "and whatever they're having—" In that moment his gaze met that of another person seated at the bar. Gorgeous, naturally, and seemingly alone — just the type that caught his eye typically. "And whatever you're having. Hey there, nice day isn't it? Too lovely to be drinking alone, unless you're waiting for someone?" He flashed a charming grin, forgetting his entourage already.

Option 2

setting: drop it like a squat

Slipping his hand out of a boxing glove, Royce swiped his sweaty palm against his shirt. A useless action since it was as equally drenched. "Alright, I'll concede, you were a worthy opponent," he said to the other with the flash of a grin, retrieving his towel to wipe away the sweat from his hands and brow before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "It's been a while, I certainly needed that. It's not always easy to find a facility with just the right amenities when you're jumping across countries," he referenced his most recent long getaway to Europe, which he seriously wish he'd extended. Coming home to council drama and now no powers was not exactly how he wanted to spend his days, on top of all the work he had with setting up upcoming exhibits and his other investments. "Tell you what, since you were a good sport about working out with me, I'll take you out for a bite to eat. You name the place, no limits. Or we can skip the meal and go for drinks. Pick your poison, though I will say that after that I am positively ravenous. Just saying." As proletarian as it was, a burger and fries sounded amazing right about then.

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"What? Were you expecting me to sleep outside? I mean I know Nico loves to, but I can't exactly transform into a wolf now can I," She teased, poking fun at where Noel's mind went and for good reason. "Okay, well, if you're sure, then I won't stop you," She promised her. "Whoa, hey, Noel! come on," She groaned out. If she still had a pillow in her hand at this precise moment, she likely would have thrown another one her sibling's way. "Though, fine. Thunder's stuff won't count, just as long as you don't actually build him his own dog house or some shit."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," She admitted, catching the pillow back and wrapping her arms around it as she gave Noel a small shrug. "I mean she's been kind of a pain in my ass recently, but I don't know. She used to be like a sister to me," Jas admitted quietly as she thought back to how close Rae and her once were a lifetime ago. "But, now, we're pretty much strangers. Though, I don't know. I doubt it? Not unless Silas asked her to, but even then, who knows. It's not likely," She explained. A small sigh breaking from her lips as she scotched closer to where Noel sat, moving to wrap her hands around her and give them a reassuring squeeze. "It's not Rae you have to worry about, I promise. It's Silas. I... I think he'll try to kill Nico," Her words were all a faint murmur under her breath before she tact on a warning as the big sister of their family. "Though, you need to promise me you won't try to stop him. I mean it Noel. I know you can defend yourself, but I'm already worried about loosing Nico and he's the alpha. I don't know if I could take the fear of loosing you too."

"I know, but it's like you said right? You'd do horrible things if it meant protecting our family. But, who knows why Rae's doing what she is? It may be for power or greed or whatever the fuck or it may be for something or someone else. Either way, it's not our place to judge. And I am though. It wasn't all forced, Noel. A lot of it was just what I had been taught to do. I wanted to be the best witch I could be and I don't know. You grow up hearing you're some dark magic wielding prodigy and, after a while, you feel like you have something to uphold? But, I mean we still share blood. He may be fucking narcissistic monster, but a lot of him is in me too. Doesn't mean I am him, but I'm also not blind to the similarities, though they're not all bad. He may be the most selfish person I've ever met, but even the worst people you know have some good qualities. I mean he wouldn't have gotten as far as he has if he didn't know how to command a room. But, that kind of makes him all the more scary, doesn't it? Knowing that parts of him are just the same as you and I?"

"You don't have to apologize. I love you, you know that?" She promised her, giving Noel's hand a tight squeeze. "And we'll figure it all out together, but I mean together. No one can or should impulsively go after him. Especially not now of all things."

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"Hey, someone had to do it." Noel rolled their eyes before laughing with him. "Yeah. Going to a one-time dancing lesson sounds fun, but you won't really get much out of it. Practicing with different dancing partners helps a ton too. Especially for this type of stuff." They shrugged before cringing at Efe's words. "God, that took me back to like fifth grade I think. What else do you have? This next one better wow me." They teased before shaking their head. "And hey, do you like stretch, dude? Sturdy but not flexible is alarming. You gotta do some like pilates or yoga, your body will thank you when you're like... I don't fucking know sixty or something."

Their eyes scanned the room before they debated if they should just change the song and fuck with everyone. Their boss wouldn't be too happy about that, but practice time was coming to an end. Was this actually romantic for people? "You know, we have like—" they checked the playlist "—two songs left? Let me queue up something that actually has some rhythm, but you can't let me down, man. I'm risking it all for you." They dramatically clutched their chest before letting out a soft laugh. "We should offer fucking ice after these events because I swear at least half of the dancers will have swollen feet from stepping on each other."

"No one's told me to shut up since, like, the eighth grade," Efe replied, clutching his heart as if taking genuine offense. He laughed. "Good then. You'll think I'm super witty or whatever. 'I can' is 100-percent more important than IQ. How was that one?" Turning his attention back to the dancefloor, he gave a low hum, as though he were taking in these sage words of advice. "So are they, like, not intending properly?" He whispered. "Me, I've got really strong ankles, but they're sturdy, not flexible. You know, like tree roots maybe," he quipped, rolling his eyes largely at himself. He scoffed a little. "I bet it would shake things up a bit. Get everyone on their toes. You sneak in a song, I'll go out there and mosh with you. Or sneak me something with actual rhythm. I got you."

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"Am I like missing something? Do polar plunges have like more meaning than what I know? I mean, the change in temperatures must be nice for inflammations and what not, but like... isn't it just about doing something for charity or dumb with a lot of people?" A pause. Noel raised their hands in surrender. "I mean, I'm not hating or anything, just genuinely curious." At the statistic, Noel burst out laughing. Oh, he was serious about this. For some reason him having that statistic memorized was endearing. "Hey, you got me there. Don't worry, I'll sober up before getting in and just fucking get blasted afterwards. One less person to worry about, yeah?" She grinned at the sight of his own smile, feeling proud before rolling her eyes and acting like she was pushing her hair away from her shoulder an ironic movement seeing as Noel's latest haircut was a pixie cut. "What can I say? You must really like me or something to give me two whole smiles? For free? Damn." The smile remained in her features event when the subject changed. "What? Like as in a prank? Some times I change my coworkers protein flavors for April's Fools. Gets them every time. Did you know there's a sugary cereal milk flavor for protein? That's shit's crazy."

JC sighed. "Well, if I had my way, it'd be more about the actual polar plunging, but what can I say? I hope for the best in people. And I figured maybe everyone could drink after they got out of the freezing water. Fewer disasters that way." He narrowed his eyes, but in truth, the nightmare in which the wolf had found himself trapped just a few months ago had made him somewhat overzealous about the whole event. He did not particularly want to see it play out again in real life. "There are ten fatal drownings a day in the United States. I'm sure lots of them are big too, you know?" He raised an eyebrow, but this remark sounded more grim than even he had intended it to. JC rolled his shoulders, shaking away the sensation, but Noel did manage to win a genuine smile out of him. "You caught me once, huh? I'm slipping," he joked with more ease. "Maybe not, but it'd get here a lot quicker if everyone played along. You suit yourself. How's that doggie paddle, huh?" He laughed, a low noise. "You make sure you keep your protein powder where you can see it. I know a wolf who had his tampered with."

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"Ew. Gross. I should've seen that coming." Noel made a face before rolling her eyes. "I know you're not broke. It's not about that. It's about me getting you both something nice or useful or both. I'm also not broke and I would love to spend money on you." One, and I mean one housewarming gift. "Per room? Come on. We both know I'm getting Thunder like five things, will those not count?" She raised her hands in exasperation, overreacting to her sister's words with no real malice or no real hint of being upset. Jas could try as hard as she could to not get Noel to overspend, but she'd fail anyway. They were too excited for her and Nico to not just offer to get them anything and everything they wanted. Hell, if Jas asked for a new fridge or new cabinets or an expensive TV Noel would get it delivered by next week.

"Some times it feels like we are stuck in one." They teased before letting the pillow make contact with them before catching it and throwing it back to Jasmine. "Is she really not that bad?" A more genuine tone took over their words. Noel knew that they weren't the most cool-headed person, so maybe they did overreact. Still, it was hard to not despise Rae, it was hard to not fear her either. She was connected to Silas after all. And Silas always hurt Jas. Always. "She won't hurt you?" Noel's brown eyes desperately sought Jasmine's. "Your safety is the most important thing, you know that, right? And I know you can handle it, this has never been a concern... It's more like you shouldn't have to bare these things alone... Not anymore."

They watched as Jas motioned them to sit next to her and silently did so. Fingers moving restlessly against one another as she played with her hands and just listened. The shift in Jas tone as she continued to speak made their chest feel heavy, but still, Noel nodded. "It's different, though." Their words came out in a small tone, almost a whisper. "Like, Jas, I would do horrible things if it means protecting you or Tommy or our dads or even Julian. I'd burn down cities. I'd kill. Like, fuck, some times I don't know what I wouldn't do for you all... But... that's different than doing bad things out of a thirst of power or greed or whatever the fuck drives Silas. I know bad things are bad things, but life is much more complicated than that. And you... were forced to do a lot. You didn't have a lot of choices. You're nothing like him. Maybe I'm ignorant and a hypocrite, but you are nothing like him. He's rotten. Just because you wield dark magic and are capable of horrific things doesn't mean you're that similar." A pause.

Noel shrugged at looked down at their hands. "I... I can try and understand what you mean though, but I can never agree, Jas. You're like a fucking dragon and he's a dung beetle." A small dry laugh escaped their lips. "I'll try to understand you though. I know I'm probably super biased and just see you in a very childish way, but I'll try to understand." The minute Jas had entered their life Noel had been so captivated by how incredible her sister was, so powerful, so smart, so capable. It was hard to not revert back to idolizing her the way Noel idolized all of her siblings. "I'm sorry." For what Noel wasn't sure, but it felt appropriate. They let out a small breath as Jas' head rested on their shoulder and reached out to give Jas' hands a small squeeze before letting go.

“A mattress was kinda one of the first things we got covered,” Jas resisted the urge to laugh at the fact that Noel even had ask about whether or not they had procured a bed yet. “But will do and I’m sorry money? You know I’m not broke right?” She blinked over at Noel, this time a genuine chuckle broke from her lips. “I can buy my own furniture, though you’re welcome to get one and, I mean only one, house warming gift,” she teased her sibling. 

“Oh?” She asked with a raised brow as she finished taping up the last box of her rather minimal things. “I’m sorry, Rae’s what?” She curved a brow up at Noel as she tried to fight back another laugh. Tossing a pillow in Noel’s direction as she pointed out, “you know we’re not on some reality show right? Rae’s not an imposter. She may be one of my dad’s minions, but she never exactly lied about that fact,” she offered up with a small shrug, not exactly wanting to pay Rae much mind, having a feeling that things wouldn’t be easy for the witch now that her coven leader essentially cursed the whole town. But as the conversation grew serious, Jas moved to sit on the corner of the stripped down bed she was planning to get rid of. Patting the spot beside her for Noel to join her. “Noel, I love that you see me as an incredible sibling, I do. But, I’m not much better than Rae, you know that, right?” She asked softly, her voice lowering as she met her sibling’s gaze. “I may have gotten out and I might have never done, well, what Rae did to me, but I’ve done a whole lot of other really terrible things and likely will again if I thought I was protecting Nico and you,” she admitted. “And look, I hate Silas as much as the next person. But, like it or not, he is my dad, you know? And like it or not, I’m a lot like him,” She whispered out. Her gaze falling into her lap as she gave Noel the smallest of shrugs. “So, no, you didn’t cross a line and as far as I see it, you and our dads will always be my real family. Them. Not Silas. But,” she trailed off. A deep sigh breaking from her lips as her shoulder slumped against Noel’s. Her head falling to rest lightly against her sibling’s shoulder. “But, it’s hard not to see the similarities, I guess?”

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At the mention of dark magic, Noel turned to look at him quickly. So fast in fact, her bones cracked as she did so. The threat of a shift was not far away enough for them. "Dark magic? Yeah. Do you think Rae has something to do with it? Do you think it's Silas' coven or like..." A pause, a long pause. "Do you think Silas could be to be blame? How like close enough would he need to be for something like that? Or how many coven members would be needed to get this underway? Fuck." I should've asked more questions to my dads growing up. A sudden wave of nausea washed over her and it took all of her will power to not just throw up behind a tree. "You gotta go find Jas. And make sure she's fine. I'll be fine, but she's... she's the priority." Always is.

At Nico's tamagotchi comment, Noel glared at him and considered throwing a rock at his head. "Are you out of your fucking mind? I know you're not that fucking old or young. Jesus Christ." Against their better judgement, their spiraling thoughts halted at Nico's comment and Noel spent a solid minute debating whether to explain it to him before going back to his earlier words. "Even if I was born again, I don't think I would be able to fully understand why Jas does what she does. I mean that in the best way possible. She's so fucking clever, and we've always been in different ball parks. I don't fucking know why she would just say that? To let people know Silas spies are in town? Is this the first time that's happened? Everyone and their fucking mother seems to be able to get in here anyways. Like those fucking bastard hunters." Their claws dug deep into a tree trunk nearby as they breathed deeply. Where the fuck was Rae Elle?

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"Shutting up," he replied, and threw her a lighthearted saluted before doing exactly that. Listening was his preference anyway. Nico didn't clarify that a changed wolf who was in control was far from being useless, but he noted that the two states were one for Noel. That implied maybe, some inexperience beyond their chill and collected exterior, and likely fear. Not uncommon, but different for every individual, and how they dealt with it was always a point of sensitivity. It was hard to know the terror of having your body rebel against you, unless you'd lived it.

They were managing to calm down, though, and that was a good sign. Talking had never been a great distraction for him,  but it did help some people find equilibrium,  and if Noel was in that category, Nico would encourage it as best he could—without riling them up again, hopefully.

He waited until they gave him the floor, and rubbed at his chin as he though aloud, slowly. "Okay, well, doesn't that seem kinda weird? Not Ralph, hope he enjoyed himself—but in all the time you've known her, has Jas ever wanted to announce anything to a crowd, instead of in private?" He shook his head. "There's gotta be a reason she did it that way, right? Second, I don't know anything about Rae Elle personally, but the eyes definitely looked like dark magic of some kind, so maybe it's connected? And last, just so I get the full picture," he asked innocently, "what's a tamagotchi?" He knew what it was, of course he did. But everything else was so damn heavy, throwing something ridiculous on the pile might help it all feel less stressful.

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Amrita had done her best to get the glasses needed to enjoy the eclipse. She was thankfully off work, so she had decided to spend the day around town. Of course, coming to Out of Stalk was second nature by now. Helping the small plants grow a bit stronger eased Amrita's mind. It was a very small gesture, but she enjoyed seeing people pleased with their produce and harvests. As some plants began to grow, she heard an all too familiar voice. "Aiyla?" She said excitedly, smiling as she stood up to look around for the other. It was then that she noticed the fae walking around and talking to herself. Maybe she had some headphones in and couldn't hear her. Before she could talk again, she noticed Aiyla kept walking towards the street towards downtown near the garden. Panicked, Amrita ran a bit to catch up and reached for the fae's arm, stopping her from walking into ongoing traffic. "Hey, are you okay? There are cars passing by. Why don't we go to the cross walk, yeah?" The young witch noticed the dazed look in the other's face. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

Anywhere in town during the solar eclipse

Aiyla had developed ways to keep herself out of harm's way when sleepwalking. She had set up bells around her house, little warning systems that would hopefully wake her if she found herself in an aimless dream-like stupor, and up until now, it had been successful. Exhaustion and the unknown of the town's recent happenings...constant happenings had worn her guard down, and now the Fae was gliding aimlessly about town. Her shoes were long forgotten, and her wings folded at her back as she moved in her dreamy daze foot after foot, muttering what sounded like nonsense but was truly the memorized text from her mother's (the late fae queen, Hazal) diaries. Standing in an ebb and flow, she began to cross the street, "The cakes were terrible- I didn't think so." She sighed her shoulders heaving. "I should have told her. I can tell her. We have time."

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Option A

"Are you alright, Bri?" Amrita asked concerned as she took a step back to let the other have some space. "Is it the eclipse? I got some glasses to see it today, but.. is that like messing things up?" She asked not daring to look up at the sky. "Do you need an umbrella? A sweater? I can try and get you some things to protect you, or we could wait it out..." Was Ronnie alright? She didn't even have a ring. "I don't want you to get hurt." Amrita whispered as she offered Bri a small smile.

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Option A:

"What in the-" Bri jumped back, nearly flinging herself up against the person behind her as she let out a sharp hiss. A rash already beginning to form across her skin from just a short amount of sun exposure. "I thought these stupid rings were supposed to work. Isn't that the point of having to wear it for the rest of my life?" She muttered out as she hide under the café's awning that still wasn't entirely stopping her skin from feeling irritated.

Option B:

Elif was a wolf who had always prided herself on her complete and utter control. The last time she lost her grip on her wolf form had been back when she was newly turned, before she had received any proper training as to how to control it. But, since then? Shifting had always felt like a second skin to her. She remembered everything vividly. Until now. Under the rays of the eclipse, Elif had lost any semblance of consciousness. Her wolf self had entirely taken over and she found herself bearing her teeth at the unsuspecting individual who had stumbled into Echo Acres during the midst of the Eclipse.