#ellnaturae: all

[joephilim]

[When Joe comes back, he is going to find a pair of black socks on his mailbox, there isn't a note or anything, just the socks in a little package.]

[Joe takes the socks and doesn’t really feel anything. Maybe someone has appreciated his work, after all, even if the angel didn’t. A gift is a gift, anyhow. He’ll take it.]

[gotmattitude]

team illegal magic

WHO: Elliot Gilbert (@ellnaturae), Santana Lopez (@trickstersantana) and Matt Rutherford. 

WHAT: They’re supposed to make deals to check what happened to the bros at the Fun Hospital, but they get sidetracked. Illegality, feelings, and what flavor are those chips, Santana? 

WHEN: September 20, 2018.

WHERE: Sciron #207

WARNINGS: Death, missing people, mind control.

Santana was waiting at her room with the door open, eating chips while lying in her bed, totally ready to make deals to check people being missing. "Hey guys"

Elliott arrives with Matt, they were chatting on the way, and he wondered how making a deal seemed so normal like they were just going to do whatever thing. Maybe it was because he never truly understood the implications of that spell, or because the most recent experience he had making a deal was negative, but he still didn't trust it much. However, he also knew that deals could do great, like they did for those poor creatures in Field Studies, how the deal helped find Kurt, and how now it could help them know about those who were missing. He politely waits for Matt to enter first and then enters himself, closing the door behind him "Well..." he awkwardly says looking at Santana eating ship "What flavour are those?"

Matt is nervous. The deals would tell them whether or not the frat guys were alive, but what would they do with that information? He sort of awkwardly steps forwards and backwards when Elliott lets him through first, and he hopes no one else notices. “Hey,” he greets, and wonders what flavor those chips are as well.

Santana goes from lying in the bed to be sitting in her bed. "C'mon guys, take a seat! They areeee" She looks at the bag. "Salty and super normal chips. Want some?" She offers, trying to be a thoughtful and Good friend. Man, she was so proud of her display of generosity, offering her almost empty bag of chips, taking the last full chip and leaving the left overs. "But really, what is this akwkardness guys? We are all friends here. We visited each others lot of times. What happened?" Apart from the missing people and the continuous deadly disasters they were always involved with. And Tina and Matt.

Elliott shakes his hand to reject the bag, he wasn't that into salty things "I was just curious, no thank you" he smiles trying to relax a little, now that Santana says it out loud, he actually notices Matt and him were looking pretty tense. He sits next to Santana and looks down at his high heeled leopard printed boots, because they are fab and also because he was trying to think about a good answer "What did not happen?" he chuckles messing his hair a little.

Matt reaches in and grabs a few crumbs from the bag, probably dropping about half in the process of sprinkling them in his mouth. Glancing at Santana and then at Elliott, he chuckles and tries to ease some of the tension on his shoulders. “Just your daily dose of Tumblr bullshit, and an awkward conversation about my unrequited feelings with Tina,” he says sitting on the other side of the bed and purposely ignoring the missing people they were here to deal with.

Santana shrugs "A lof of things. I didn't win the lottery, I hasn't been accused of any crime since..." She looks at her clock. But she has no clock in her wrist, so she just illusions one. "2 hours and 13 minutes. What about you?" She says and friendly punching him in the shoulder, a little too strong because she remembers he is indestructible, but then she regrets also remembering he is though and hard as steel. She tries to disimulate the hurt in her hand, badly, and shakes it. "Auch" She looks at Matt and crosses her legs to sit on them nd have more space for the rest. "Aw, my friend, how its it going? Did you guys talked again?"

Elliott tries not to laugh but does when Santana punches him and then shakes her hand "Yeah, same..." he jokes taking her hand softly and looking at her illusion clock "2 hours, 13 minutes and 20 seconds, 21...22..." he chuckles and then let her hand go. Then he hears Matt. He knew his friend had some unrequiered crush going on but he didn't know who the person was "WHAT" he can't stop himself from saying loudly "WAIT THE GIRL WAS TINA" he looks at Matt and then at Santana like saying with his eyes did you know this?

Matt laughs, wincing when Santana punches Elliott and it looks like it hurts. "Careful. You beat Tamamo's ass but Ell's arm is some tough shit," he jokes. Shrugging, he looks down at his fingernails. "I haven't heard from her in a while, I've s--" Aether, that's right, Elliott didn't know, and he's starkly reminded of that when his reaction makes him jump. "Holy shit, man. Yeah--yeah, it's Tina. I didn't--I know you two are friends and I didn't want to put you in a weird... place there. But it's her. It was her, I guess." 

Santana raises her eyebrows at Elliott's reaction. She though he knew, Matt tell him on the museum. "Oh my, you didn't know. Who do you though it was?" She kisses her own hand like that would make it any better. "I wish I actually make that old granny eat dirt. But c'mon, survive a 3000 year old trickster bitch attack is pretty impressive per se, you don't have to exag...actually, nah, exagerate all you want, that makes me look even cooler. Specially tell that in front of my fake family, Hoodoo guy" She pokes Elliott nose. "What? You expected Nine Inches to go all Awwww without being subtle?" She jokes with a grin. "Sooooo...nothing after that 'oh'"

Elliott flexes his arm showing his muscle, because that was some tough shit (?). He realizes he was being exagerated with his reaction but he couldn't stop himself from being surprised "sorry, sorry, it's just that you never mentioned the name and I thought maybe the girl was someone I didn't know... it's not like i think any different of the situation anyway" he looks at Santana not understanding what she is saying, maybe like they have talked about something he missed, he then looks at Matt "honestly, now I understand better why you were even more nervous, but... are things with Tina not going well after that?" he worries.

Matt shrugs. "Eh, context. The point is, Ell's arm is--Look at that. Says more than any of my words," he says, signalling to Elliott when he flexes his arm. He laughs, and shakes his head, not quite looking at either of them directly. "No--it's, I don't know what I expected. I just didn't want to--I don't know. It felt like a fuckin' big secret at the time." A sigh leaves him, and he feels really stupid after it does. Aether, this is dramatic. "I haven't talked to her since. She--she told me she didn't want to hurt me, and I..." he thinks for a moment. "I think I also needed some time. I think hanging out with her right after... that wouldn't have helped much." Something strikes him, and he looks at Santana. "Wait, did I tell you about that 'oh'?"

Santana super nods in total understanment looking at Elliott's arms. "Hey hey, don't worry, I did the same when I was into Marley, keep it like a secret or something." She listen to Matt. Geez, it sounds like he prefers to not talk to Tina for a while, and she was recommending Tina to talk to him. Oops.  "Would you prefer to talk to her or not talk to her?" She asks and squints a little. "Ha ha, oh sweet Matt. I'm a double angel and people tell me lots of stuff because I'm amazing at keeping secrets. If you guys knew half of the stuff I know..." She says just to add to her cool, full of info reputation.

Elliott is silently listening when he realizes another confession just happened "WHAT WAIT WHAT" he looks at Santana, but this time realizes his reaction was exagerated before anyone had to point it out "sorry... erm... what?" he tries to look the least surprised as possible, though ineffectively because he just screamed a second ago. He then pays attetion to Matt again, he was talking about how the situation with Tina was going "Well, if you think you need time, then I think that's the best, you need to take care of your heart for a while, that's understandable, but you can't avoid her forever... I know it will be tough, but the longer you wait to talk again, there is a possibility that it would be much harder if things become too awkward and distant, you know?" he tries to explain "You do care about Tina a lot, and I'm sure she does too, you guys can still have a wonderful friendship and it would be a shame if you guys lost that chance" he says then looks at Santana "You are right, I am surprised people tell you anything" he chuckles and softly pushes her jokingly. Thought he kind of curious to know if she actually knows a lot of things or if she is just bluffing.

Matt jumps again, but he tries to play it off by raising a fist. "To irrational secrets about girls," he says, and goes for a fist bump with Santana. Maybe they should both be more like Elliott, who seems to be pretty surprised at this development. Matt shrugs at Santana's question about Tina, taking a moment to think about it, and listen to Elliott, slowly nodding as he finishes his sentence. "I think I'm up for talking to her now. I just don't know how useful it would've been to pretend nothing happened before, you know? But you're right, I don't want to lose her because of it."  Matt laughs, and holds back on asking what Tina had said about him. She deserves her privacy. "You are pretty good at keeping secrets." As he says that, he's reminded of something, and he turns to Elliott, looking super cool and not at all suspicious. "Hey, uh, totally random thought here... and you can shut me the fuck up if I'm overstepping but... shedim have magic that's considered 'illegal', right?"

"Oh my, you didn't know that either, don't you remember that party I started crying because Marley was kissing some slayer dude?" Santana says and start laughing. Oh, the things that happened. She listens to Elliott talking about romance and friendship and shit. "Yeah, you know it, Hoodoo guy, do whatever." She sticks her tongue to Elliott's comment about people telling her stuff. "It's the trickster magic aura, it has it perks. People think no one will believe me if I say it, soooo, they don't mind telling me a looooot of things." She says, proud. She almost fells out the bed with the soft push but she grabs Elliott to avoid a very humilliant fall. "To irrational secrets about girls!" She fist bump Matt. She know Tina was an expert of pretending nothing happened so she assumed everything would be alright. "Uuuu illegal talk." She says looking at Elliott. She still wanted to ask him about that black smoke thing he did when they stoled Kurt's potted plant thing. "I think I know what you mean, Matt."

Elliott looks at Santana and thinks about it for a moment, oh yeah, that happened, that fucking slayer dude, ugh, he starts thinking about his discussion with Marley and get's a little annoyed "I had no idea those two things had a connection, honestly..." he pats her shoulder grabbing her as she grabs him "Hey, I tell you things because you are my friend" he tries to assure her, that not everyone just dumped their shit on her just because, there were people who actually liked talking to her, like he did "I like when we talk about things, and we get into deep discussions" he smiles. He notices the bond between Santana and Matt, and it makes him smile as well, he didn't know that they were so close, but he was happy they were. He then looks at Matt "It's not about pretending, really, quite the opposite, it's about talking about it and move on together" he smiles to his friend trying to be comforting he touches his arm. Elliott doesn't know how to answer that question that suddenly is thrown his way, but these were Matt and Santana, so he didn't have a reason to hide it "Well, there are things I still can't do, most of my magic is forbidden... blocked... but... there are also things I shouldn't be doing" he tries to explain though it sounds pretty vague "I'm sure you guys may have noticed a new power I've been using lately... erm... I don't think it's pretty legal that I do that but... I'm doing it?" he shrugs with a sort of child like guilty expression on his face.

Matt realizes Santana apparently spends some time crying at parties. At the onsen, at that party where he didn't know it was actually her... When he'd kissed Tina. Hah. And when Marley kissed some dude, it seems like. Probably should keep an eye on her when she starts drinking. "Yeah, same here. I talk to you about shit because I want to. You're a good friend, y'know," he says, as he realizes he doesn't tell her this sort of thing as much as he does other people. "But--knowing shit about people has its perks." Puck would probably agree with that, he thinks bitterly. Looking at Elliott, he says it so simply but it makes so much sense, and Aether, it was probably not that hard. "You're right. It's fucking useless to just coast around and try to ignore shit." He laughs, feeling sort of stupid, but lighter inside his chest. He glances over to Santana when she says she knows what this is about; she probably does. His palms begin to sweat slightly as his heart rate speeds up, and he raises an eyebrow. "You thinking Japan?" Matt asks her. His attention drifts completely over to Elliott, and focuses on certain details. "Blocked. So if you tried it, you wouldn't be able to do it?" Raising a hand, he shakes his head. "Sorry, no, I didn't mean--whether it's legal or not is worth shit in my opinion. As long as you're not fucking people up. And I know you're not. I don't--I haven't seen you do it. You want to talk about it? I--" Matt turns away for a moment, nervous fingers scratching at his neck. "There's some things I can do too. That aren't. You know. Normal. Or legal."

Santana pretends to roll her eyes but smiles about it. "People who aren't my friends tell me things too. I'm just showing off of my endless pool of information, my friend. But I like it too." He listens to Elliott talking about his forbidden magic. "C'mon guys, you know what I think about legality. But yeah, Elliott, I can of saw. What it is exactly?" She asks super curious. She makes finger guns at Matt. "Yeah guys, I know, I know, I'm the best friend anyone could have, you guys are good at it too." She says non challant. "I'm thinking a lot of things, guys c'mon, I saw you both."She nods at Matt's opinion about legality. But she also aproved if you fuck people up in hypocrital situations. She makes a shiny illusion in her room, with neon letters and glitter. 'TIME TO SHOW THE ILLEGAL MAGIC'

Elliott can't avoid laughing, of course, he was in the room with the person who would support illegal magic most in the whole world. He looks at Santana's neon illusion impressed "Wait... you do?" he asks Matt after his new revelation "What's the thing you do?" he asks curiously "I... hmmm... how to explain it? Well, some of my powers are yet to be explored, if I'm honest with you, I don't know what's the extent of them, but I'm learning, I can do... I can do demonic magic if that explains anything" he tries to say "I'm researching books and languages, and... I think I could be able to do magic... just it's not the same as Witches magic... it is in demonic terms... it's complicated" he badly explains "But, what I can do for sure, and that's why I was talking about blocked, it's something I couldn't do before, it happened after the doors, I felt strange... no... stronger?" he says "and I could do this" he dissapears in a cloud of dark smoke and gets to his room, he gets a pen from his desks and appears again covered in the same smoke "I just went to my room and back" he gives the pen to Matt like some sort of proof that he did go somewhere "Obviously, I had to train to really know how to use it properly but... I can teleport now, apparently" he says as it is the most normal thing to discover.

Matt laughs at Santana's illusion, some of the tension ebbing away. Santana knows already, and she doesn't give two fucks about it. And Elliott will probably be alright with it too, if he's using illegal magic already. And, you know, he's a supportive friend. There's that, too. "It's--I call it shadow magic. It drains energy, or uh, I guess life force. Which is what makes it illegal." He listens to Elliott's explanation, only fidgeting a little bit. This is exciting shit. "No, that makes sense. I don't really get it, but I understand it would work differently than for witches. And why it would be restricted," he says, adding an eye roll. "If you're looking for books, I could probably help. There's a Rare Books section at work with a shitton of old, magic, powerful stuff." Matt nods when Ell mentions the door, and he feels his eyes widen when he pops out suddenly, and he looks at Santana for a moment, before he pops back. "Whoa," he says, jaw remaining slightly open as he takes the pen in his hand and looks it over like it's a rare object. "That's fucking badass, Ell." A smile finds it way onto his face, and sits up straighter. "Alright, my turn, I guess." He extends a hand, and taking a moment to focus on all the microscopic and hopefully bug life under Santana's bed, begins to cast. <<Drain>> he says, and his magic circle, blank and dark, appears around his wrist. The energy flows from under the bed onto his shadow, which swirls into a dark, warm mist and transitions into a cool, silky physical form. Matt holds up the pen with his thumb and index finger. <<Grasp and let go>> he casts, and the shadow delicately picks it up, and offers it to Santana.

Santana looks curious. "What kind of demonic magic?" She hopes it's necromancy. "Or it's like... a surprise?" She crosses her arms, thinking. "I got stronger after the doors too... I though it just multiplicated our power, but unblocking mmm...that's different." Elliott dissapears. And cames back. She smiles "Oh my Goooooood I can't believe you hided your cool powers for so long" She was surprised Elliott didn't just left NYADA already. But of course. This is Elliott. She looks at Matt doing his powers and takes the pen from Matt's shadow. "My my thank you. Man, I can't believe I don't have illegal magic per se. Now I'm jealous I can't show off my unexistent illegal powers."

Elliott smiles proud of showing his power and happy to see the reaction his friends have to see it "Well, it depends, there are spells related to summoning, or chanelling powers, there is also hexes, and there is also necromancy" he explains "I'm trying to investigate more about chanelling magic, demons helping demons, it would be nice... I'm not interested in any of the other magic if it is hurtful for others or implies using people..." he tries to explain though it probably sounds foreign for the other two. "I'm sorry I hided it, but I wanted to make sure I could handle it and learn how to use it, also... I can't just go showing it around, I don't know if... someone would try to... I don't know..." He doesn't want to think if there would be any type of consecuences of showing in public that type of power. He observes Matt's magic, and he can't believe what he is seeing when the shadow moves the pen around like just another person would "What... this is the coolest shit" Elliott's eyes are wide open and he shows a big smile. He chuckles at Santana's comment "Well, you kinda do illegal shit all the time anyway"

Matt tilts his head to the side, a gesture he'd picked up on from Sydney. "Channeling magic? What does that mean?" Channeling energy? Beings? Matter? He thinks he understands what Elliott means about using people; he'd been possessed by a trickster demon, after all, and he knows how Ell feels about control. "Yeah, of course. Use that magic for good. And pens," he jokes. Matt shrugs. "Don't be sorry. I know what you mean. Before, uh, you two, and Blaine, everyone who'd ever known about my magic treated it like some sort of really dangerous secret. They told me I would get locked up, questioned, never see the light of day again. So--yeah. You were trying to survive, you know?" A laugh shakes his chest at Elliott's reaction, and he knows he's made the right choice. "My shadow, at your service," he says, mockingly flourishing his hand and doing a little bow. "It's alright, Santana, you have honorary illegal powers."

Santana thinks positivelly about hexes and necromancy. "Oh, you want to summon other demons? Curious. I though being summoned was kind of annoying." She comments. She imagined it was like getting a call on the phone, but they just drag you to the place without any warning. Santana knew she tragically won't see necromancy or hexes done by Elliott, but well. "Don't worry, we all have our hidden ace in the sleve magic thing." Probably that expression makes no sense in english. She pats Elliott on the back. "Yeah, honestly, witches don't have to know shit if they are going to get like, you know." She looks at Matt. So, Blaine knew too. "Geez that's so dramatic. But I can understand the worry" Let's be real, witches did a lot of bullshit. "Aw, thank you guys! That's so sweet!" She said very happy of her illegal uses of magic. "Anyway, let's start getting in contact with the missing bros. What if we start with Go Home Club?" She said, illusioning the face of the guy and his full name, Gerome White. She already looked at all the missing people to memorize their faces and names. She showed her so Matt or Elliott could shake it. "I'll tell him we are looking for him and remind him ways of contact, if there is no call back in any way I guess we can ask that guy who found people if he had like, adn stuff. But we will know for sure they are alive somewhere."

Elliott shakes his head "No, no, it's not summoning, it's like asking for a favor, like... they lend me their powers for a moment" he explains,  though he avoids explaining everything has a prize and that to cast any demonic magic you always have to do a sacrifice of blood, but he needed to figure that out yet, so it wasn't like he could explain much anyway.  Elliott chuckles after Matt comment "and pens, of course" he repeats laughing and bowing to him too "Thank you, kind sir" he smiles to both of them as he puts a hand on Santana's shoulder "Well, I think we don't have to worry about that among us, we all can trust each other in that sense, our powers are secret with each other" he says confidently, sure that none of them would ever betray his trust because of The Power of Friendship. "Alrighy, yes, let's do this" he extends his hand for the first deal and shakes Santana's.

Matt nods slowly, impressed. "Neat," he says, as he wonders what sort of powers other demons have--he's only experienced fireballs, possession, and teleportation. There must be so much more out there. "Yeah," Matt says to Elliott, feeling more comfortable in his magic than he's--ever been, probably. "There's no worry of that kind here," he says, determined and sure. He's still laughing at Elliott's bow and Santana's reaction to them praising her illegality, when Santana brings up the reason they're here; the deals. The smile fades, and he clears his throat as she illusions one of the frat bros. This will tell them if he's dead or alive. He inadvertently holds his breath.

Santana raises her eyebrow. "So like, if I call my 'grandpa' over the phone and ask him to do a deal agaisnt ab enemy for me" She nodded in understanding. Yes, they could trust each other. In that sense. Elliott shakes her hand and... no fire appears. "Oh." She says.  "Well. I can't contact him. That doesn't mean it's 100% sure he is dead" Just a 99%. "Let's try Corn on the Cob" She says, illusioning Corbin Myers face. Keep going instead of stopping to think about death.

Elliott raises and eyebrow confused, Santana seems to be chill about it, he wonders if she is right, maybe this particular person was harder to find he wants to think. "Okay, yes sure..." he says shaking her hand to find the next guy. The fire doesn't appear "What... hmmm maybe I'm doing it wrong?" he doesn't want to admit that there is a possiblity those two guys are dead "Matt, can you try next?" he asks his friend.

Matt furrows his eyebrows, stomach sinking each time the fire doesn't show up. "I think you're doing it right, Ell," he says, disappointed and sad. "But I'll try." He shakes Santana's hand, trying to find Tyler FuckusFarkus. But no fire appears. And they try Baran Clements. No fire. And as much as Santana says it doesn't mean they're gone with 100% certainty, Matt is pretty sure they are dead, and he really doesn't want to tell Finn.

Santana is not good at dealing with Death. She used to react to it like a normal person, but when you see so many fake deaths and people pretending to be death to then come back and ask you for money, it kind of lost it effects. It feel unreal, like a joke. But she knows it's real, and she doesn't know how to act like a sensible person. "Well, they... are probably... not alive. Like, it's not 100% sure." She doesn't know any way of cancelling a deal if you know the person. "Oh, fuck..." She lets silence go for a while. "Should we tell people? Like, I think they should know, but also I don't think they would believe me. I mean, I would also not believe it just because I didn't want it to be true"

Elliott is very quiet for a while. He thinks this is terrible, and he wonders if there is a nice way to tell that to anyone. "I... I don't know... it's not like we have proof but... we should try, or at least, tell our friends... I think they deserve to know..." he thinks about a particular one, how Finn would feel about this, that would be the hardest person to tell.

Matt sighs, rubbing his neck with one hand. "Telling the media wouldn't work. They already reported on it as a hoax. They won't believe us." But that wasn't even the difficult part. "But as much as they won't want to believe it, Ell's right, we should tell our friends," he says, shoulders dropping as sadness seeps in. "We should tell Finn, at the very least. Uncertainty sucks."

[trickstersantana]

[Fuck Doors Team] : Group text

[Added: Santana, Dani, Elliott, Kurt, Matt and Marley]

Santana: Hello my dear friends and Curtis, I compiled all the information I got for the Doors bullshit. In case you don't know, this is not the first time this happend. First, so we all are in the same page, you can check the next link I'll send in case there is something you didn't know. Feel free to ask questions, or even ask for a illusion recreation if you need. This is our problem, and we have to work together to solve it. If any of you don't want to get involved in this then just get out of the group

Santana: Here is all

[Inserted a link to google drive, but Santana didn't give edit access to anyone cause she sucks http://trickstersantana.tumblr.com/private/169284022477/tumblr_p1zl2furEz1t6rg33 ]

Santana: If I got something wrong or something is missing, tell me and I will add it. Specially Tinkerbell, who saw more than me in Halloween.

Santana: By the way, did anyone saw or heard about our wannabe fashionista? Because we kind of lost him in the monster battle and apparently he isn't answering his phone. Curtis if you are here fucking answer your phone.

[solarmason-blog]

Hey, man! Are you free on Sunday? I kinda want to go to that party thing, can you go with me?

The July-A-Thon? Sure, dude! I kinda want to go to too, so this works out perfectly.

[ellnaturae]

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Bitch, the world is my runway #blessed 

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@dancingsnake: wow, who is that? she hot ;P I miss you too

@scaleddiva: such a drama queen

@leilalunar: can't wait to meet you, elliott! i heard a lot about you :)

@ellnaturae: @leilalunar me too!

@scaleddiva: @ellnaturae aren’t you glad that now @leilalunar has to deal with her? 

@ellnaturae: @scaleddiva haha i’m sure that’s not a problem for neither of them

@dancingsnake: AS IF YOU GUYS AREN’T THE ONES GIVING ME HEADACHES! Just be happy for me, you dingus! 

@scaleddiva: see what i mean, she is all yours now @leilalunar

@leilalunar: HAHAHA

[classicallyclarington]

HYDELL || let’s get down to business || PLAN PARA

WHO: Ryder Lynn @ryderreturns, Elliott Gilbert @ellnaturae, Hunter Clarington WHEN: Evening of 7/4 WHERE: Court of Solomon (Ma’at)  WHAT: Ryder, Hunter, and Elliott discuss very important plans WARNINGS: tw: slavery, tw: alcoholism 

Hunter took a deep breath as he saw he was the first to arrive at the Court of Solomon. He settled down  into a seat behind a desk, leaning into the plush comfort of the courtroom. Home away from home away from home. The last week had been so strange. Everything he did, he felt as though he was having an out of body experience, he was so far away from what he'd known - literally, in some cases. Maybe that baptism worked after all. Jesus. Pushing thoughts of his personal life aside, he pulled his bag into his lap and pulled out a binder full of documents; the floorplan of the Clocktower, pictures of the Shedim at work, or at least as many as he could gather, whatever relevant papers he could stuff inside.

Elliott arrives later, being very careful about being outside at that hour. He is wearing a cap because it is late and he doesn't want to fix his hair, his clothes are very casual too, sporty, the clothes he would use for his training sessions. He sees the room where they were going to meet and enters. When he sees only Hunter there he feels tense, but he seats across the table from him and leaves his bag over it. He hopes Ryder arrives soon.

In a building like Ma'at that Ryder had never stepped foot in before, it took him a little longer to find the place he was looking for. Once he arrives, Hunter and Elliott are waiting - and not talking. "Hey," he said. Looking at the table, Hunter had put out a binder of information. Talk about a serious paper trail. "Looks like you've put work into this already," he nodded, stepping forward to open up the binder. Hunter thanked actual God when Ryder came in to break the long-sinking silence, his eyes flicking up to the ceiling of the Court of Solomon momentarily. He cleared his throat and let out a breath as he leaned forward toward the binder while Ryder took it. "It's not much, just blueprints and photos from the Clocktower. So we can get an idea of what we'd have to do when we're, uhm. In there."

Elliott gets closer, leaning over the table to see the photos and the map. Now he feels more comfortable. He is so glad Ryder is here and he breaks the silence. He takes some of the photos of the shedim to look at them, and can't hide a sad expression, he wonder who are they, how they feel, how much they have been through, and then looks up at Hunter and Ryder. "So what's exactly what you wanted to do?" Ryder goes for the blueprints first, looking over the layout of Hunter's apartment all the way down to where the Shedim were being held. Judging from the security he'd seen during his last visit, they wouldn't be walking out the front doors. Even with Hunter joining them, they would have to figure something else out. He nodded at Elliott's question, setting aside the blueprints and leaning over to look at the photographs of the Shedim themselves. Their faces strengthened his resolve. Even if this was dangerous, they had to do it. Hunter clears his throat and shifts in his seat. Guilt sinks in his stomach like a rock when he watches Elliott studying the pictures of their faces, and then watches Ryder’s face harden at the sight as well. Hunter has seen the worst of it and it makes his stomach churn when he closes his eyes, just for a second, just a lingering blink. At Elliott’s question he nodded and pulled the blueprint toward himself, finger landing on the white outline of the basement. “So this is where they’re... kept. And then there’s 1, 2, 3, 4 floors of apartment. There’s a staircase on either side of the floor and an elevator in the middle. On top of the fourth floor there’s this room of glass up here on the ceiling, that’s my room. So I’m thinking we’d have to get them up there and have a portal waiting to transport them somewhere, uhm, quiet.” Elliott frowns, confused, he understands the words but he is a little lost, that's not a plan, that's a house description, he thinks as his eyes move following the finger tracing on the paper "And how are we going to move twenty people four floors up without no one seeing us?" he raises an eyebrow looking up at Hunter. Ryder kept hold of one of the pictures as Hunter draws their attention back to the blueprints. "Nah, we can't go up to the glass room," he says, shaking his head. "Anybody could see through that glass. Why can't we just put a portal in the basement?" Hunter shook his head, “We don’t know when the portal would get set up. Lawrence and Cressida go in and out of the basement everyday, it has to be in my room. We can do something to the walls or ourselves to avoid being seen, if worse comes to worse we pull the curtains.” He insisted, “My father isn’t home often, it’s my mother that’s the problem as far as being seen. She hardly ever leaves the clock tower, she’ll have to be... incapacitated in a manner of speaking. Which also isn’t difficult.” Elliott stays in silence for a while, listening to the other two talking, he isn't sure how anything is going to work like that "We are still going to be at least twenty-three people trying to move from the lowest part of the house to the highest one, it's kind of ridiculous and we are going to get caught" he says crossing his arms over his chest "Maybe if we can find a way to create a portal ourselves right in the moment?" he asks looking at them as if asking if anyone knows a magic like that "But I wonder if that would also be trackable... also... where would be the portal going?" he suddenly has the realization. "Or you'll have to distract her, Hunter. We can't have her pressing some secret button for security or crying for help." Woah that sounds dark, he thinks. "We're not going to get caught," Ryder assures Elliott. "We'll take the time to figure this out." They had to. And then Ryder realizes none of them knew portal magic - right? "I know how to illusion invisibility, but I've only ever used it on myself, just one person," he muses. When the question of where they would go comes up, Ryder looks relieved to have one answer ready. "My Grunkle John's place in Queens. Nobody gets in or out that he doesn't want to, not with the work he does." Hunter looks up between Elliott and Ryder and tries not to realize how much he has not thought this through. How were they gonna get out, where were they going when they did? There were so many minute details he hadn’t considered. And the sponsors. Wait, the sponsors. “Finn and Tina could distract Cressida. They have to be there for this to be a legal operation anyway, right? We could send them in in disguises, make sure she doesn’t see anything. As for invisibility, I had a potion not too long ago. I wonder if we could recreate it.” At the question of where they were going, Hunter groaned under his breath. They weren’t going to like this. “Twenty people in a place in Queens might be a little tight for how long they’d have to stay. Not for nothing, there’s... plenty of space in the Amazon. Vacant housing. They don’t have to be enrolled in the Oasis programming necessarily, I’m just saying they could stay there for a while.” Elliott slams his hand on the table to get his frustration out because he knows if he starts shouting what he is thinking they will get nowhere, so he takes a breathe and then talks "First of all, no" he says "I'm not gonna let Finn and Tina to be dancing like monkeys and just put them at risk because you don't have other plan" he continues "and secondly, what the fuck?" he asks noticing he was starting to talk a little louder "How does this make any sense to you?" he asks "You are just going to move them from prision to prision?" he gestures to one side to another "We should think a better place, I think Ryder's option is not  so bad temporaly, we definitely need to take them out of that basement as soon as possible, there is no going to be time to think when we are there, and at least we need for sure a place where we can portal to immediately" Before Ryder could say that the place in Queens was a lot bigger than anybody realized, Elliott was hitting the table. His eyes go to his friend and he can understand his frustration and anger. He reaches a hand out to rest on Elliott's shoulder. "Hey, we're just talking this through. He doesn't know better yet," he murmurs. He looks to Hunter again. "The Emporium is more than just a store. It can easily hide twenty people without raising suspicion." Maybe Hunter didn't know what John Lynn was known for. "If we can portal to store, we've got maybe 24 hours before they have to move to some place else." He waves a hand to the Shedims' pictures. "We'll need to find options for them, for where they can go. If they all arrive at the same spot, heads will turn."

Hunter sits back when Elliott hits the table, as if balancing an equilibrium, and rolls his eyes. "Well, what do you want to do with Finn and Tina, leave them at the door? I would much rather we bring them along than run the risk of you two getting kicked out of NYADA if we get caught." He shrugged, pushing a long-held breath out of his nose and shaking his head. "I just said they wouldn't be a part of the Oasis, they could just be on my property in the Amazon. It's far away from Commons, and it's -" He caught Ryder's gaze as he comforted Elliott and shook his head, smoothing a hand over his jaw and looking the other direction. He doesn't know better yet. Fuck that. "Fine, the Oasis is out of the equation," Hunter complied, taking his binder and crossing an X over the page with vacancies on property, "We shouldn't split them up too much, right? I mean, they're all they've had for Aether knows how long. But I agree, we should have more than one location if we can manage it. We can bring a few of them to my new apartment in Midtown." Elliott shakes his head, he feels Ryder's hand on his shoulder it makes him feel more calm but not comforted or supported, it's starting to feel just like a hand the more he listens to Hunter speak "I'm not saying they shouldn't come, specially if we may be in risk to get caught outside without sponsors, that could put Ryder and me in the worst position, I'm just saying, putting them at risk like that it's not a thing I want" he replies to Hunter annoyed. He is glad the Oasis is out of the picture, but he can't believe what he is listening from both of them. "It's not just about them being a lot people and others noticing, or putting them together or not... it's about what they want" he pauses "you just can't asume they are going to want to be togeether or not, they are literally twenty people, each of them can have a very different idea of what they want" he continues hoping they understand "I think it's good that we have options, but not to make them definitely do them, but to let them decide, maybe some of them want to stay, maybe some of them want to start a new life somewhere else, maybe some of them won't even want to hide... you just don't know that" "Of course," Ryder nods, taking back his hand. He knows he's been gone a long time, but what happened between Elliott and Hunter? "They should decide in the end." He purses his lips at Elliott pointing out that some may not even want to escape or be free. He can only hope that's not the case, or that if it is, that their fellow Shedim can convince them that leaving is for the best. "So... how do we get them up to Hunter's room without getting caught?" Hunter crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm all for letting them decide what they want to do and providing as many options as possible as long as no one's being put at risk." He shrugged, setting down his pen and leaning over to gather the photos of the Shedim now scattered on the table into a pile again. "We have security cameras at twelve and three on the first and third floors and at six and nine on the second and fourth floors, we'll have to have those enchanted or disabled. As for Cressida, there are a lot of directions we could go. We could try to lure her out entirely, but she's usually incapacitated by one anyway. We could wait until she's asleep, we could put her to sleep with something and lock her in her room. I'm not concerned about Cressida." Elliott nods, that's the first thing he agrees with Hunter during the whole conversation "Yes, their safety is really important, we need to make sure whatever they want to do, that we can help them out and they are safe to start their new lives... which... makes me think... we should probably... well, nothing we are going to do about this is legal, so who cares one more thing but... well, they are going to need identities, won't they?Like some sort of ID or passport..." he is just thinking out loud "Maybe we should make a list of the things we need to sort out" he comments as he takes out of his bag a notebook, he writes down "where" and "who" as if it was a code for the things they will have to do instead of literally write what they were "Maybe Tina can help with the cameras, since it's technology, we could ask her if she knows some spell like that..." he pauses not sure what is going on between Hunter and his mother, it doesn't seem like they have a good relationship for what he says, but he is not going to ask "I'm not sure what can we do about Cressida" he shrugs "maybe it would be better if we wait for her to be sleeping" he looks at Ryder, maybe he has other ideas. Ryder decides not to point out the obvious: We're all being put at risk by this. They all knew it, but it would be worth it. He takes a pen from his pocket to let Hunter mark where the cameras were on the blue prints. "Don't forget gold and Commons money. Glamour potions," he adds on to Ell's list. If Hunter funded the operation, that would shave off a lot of time. "Tina could do the cameras," he agrees confidently. "Incapacitated.. so she's a drinker? It wouldn't be hard to give her a harmless potion, just something that keeps her asleep. Nothing to harm her." He scratches at his jaw. "So cameras are down, Cressida is asleep, whoever leads the group watches out for any strays in the building. We should move either half at a time or smaller groups, like five people." Hunter nods quickly, watching Elliott write. He'd always been the one with plenty of sources for these sorts of ordeals, but all his sources were, well, his father's sources. So he couldn't exactly count on them to come through here. Shit. How were they going to get their hands on half this stuff? He was going to have to rely on the power of his bank account for the most part. "We could each move a small group at the same time. Stairs, stairs, elevator. Then we'd only have Finn and Tina watching the floor, but I'm sure they could hold it until we got to the roof with no one else there." He nodded, "We could slip Cressida something, but she won't take it from me. One of the Shedim would have to serve her." Elliott writes on the list "make up" and "money" if anyone saw that it could look like notes for the fashion show. He looks up from the notebook to Hunter and Ryder listening to what else they are commenting, he thinks for a moment "Do you guys have familiars?" he asks out of nowhere "I mean... I know Ziggy is small and she can move quickly so she could also be moving around the house or... in between the groups to inform us, the more familiars we have, the more information we will have... if maybe someone is coming or something" he explains . He pauses again when Hunter mentions one of the Shedim having to face Cressida, but he doesn't feel right about it "Would she... would she realize if the shedim is someone she knows or not?" he asks "I mean... because is she doesn't care or wouldn't think much if she saw a new Shedim... I could do that" Ryder leaves for a moment to grab himself a chair before coming back to sit down. "I've got King, but he's an elk and doesn't fit in most indoor spots," he winces. "But I can bring in some small animals. Raccoons are sneaky as shit. Squirrels are fast too." A bird would probably be the best look out, but they could get distracted easily. When Elliott volunteers to bring the drink to Cressida, Ryder shakes his head. "What if we just spike a whole bottle of something beforehand? Reseal it and send it along, forge a card from one of her friends."

"Iscariot can help. She might get distracted by small animals, though, maybe stick to raccoons and we could sneak a couple birds past her." Hunter nods. But then Elliott is talking about staying in the house and the energy changes, like he's on the edge of something desperately terrible. It's red. The worst part is, Cressida probably wouldn't notice. There had been some... turnover, over the years. Hunter tries to push the thoughts away, and laughs once, without an inch of humor about it. "Nope. No." He huffs out a laugh in disbelief before his face falls again to its hard, angry edges. "No one is going in that house a second before they have to, that's where I draw my line. It's a hard pill to swallow, but they serve her every day, one more drink isn't going to make a difference." Unless it did, he thought to himself, and swallowed down hard. He heard Ryder's reasoned alto from beside him and nodded, "That's... probably our best shot."

Elliott still had doubts about it, even if he offered himself to do it, drugging people wasn't something he was a fan of, though he thought about the shedim and how they would be free and everything seemed unimportant, but he didn't want to harm no one. He stops to think for a moment, listening, getting in all the information "Have..." he starts voicing his thoughts "have you thought maybe if you talked to her... like... maybe you could be talking to her for a while as we take the shedim upstairs" he suggests "it wouldn't be suspicious if you did, she is your mom after all, right?" he asks "We will have" he points at Ryder and himself "Tina and Finn, and the familiars, we could move them around with the information you gave us, about the cameras and the stairs" he points the map and the different spots "and nobody needs to enter before or anything, you just separate from us while we move them upstaris, you talk to her, we can send you Iscariot to tell you we are good, and then you go... you just... you are just going to your room" he explains. Some other day, Ryder would ask Hunter about his parents, about his whole story. But not tonight. His eyes turn to Elliott as he brings in a new possibility. "Not a bad idea," he tags on. "Especially if we put something in a whole bottle. Hunter goes, starts to drink too." Here he looks to Hunter to reassure him, "We'll give you the antidote or you can just fake drink so it doesn't mess with you. That way there's not a Shedim left behind. Question is... have you ever sat down with Cressida like that? Or would it be something that catches her attention because it's so - out of place," he says, avoiding the word 'weird.' Hunter shook his head. She is your mom after all, right? The words flitted around his head, as easy an assumption as ever. Cressida Clarington was his mom, wasn't she? Why wasn't she? His distracted gaze lingered on Elliott for a beat long as the question echoed in his ears, and images flickered behind his eyes of his mother. The baptism. The Hudson. His father's eyes rolling back as he collapsed to the ground. Then Ryder intervened, and he thanked all the Ancients who loved their children themselves. "It would be out of place, Cressida and I don't speak. I'm sorry to ruin the momentum, but it would... definitely be suspicious." Elliott frowns, he is not feeling comfortable now, he doesn't know what Hunter relationship with his mother was, but he is bothered by this whole part of the plan "I don't know..." he says out loud "I still don't like the idea of a shedim going to serve her... what if she realizes there is drugs? what if she kneels them? what if she does something even worst?"  he shakes his head "Don't you think it would make more sense to have an awkward moment with her than use one of them for this?" he tries to say it calmly, to not seem bothered, but he is feeling so weird about this. "Using a shedim to free the shedim" he thinks wanting to scream. He wishes he could just walk out of there, but he wants to help the shedim so bad, he resists and breathes in.(edited) Ryder intervenes again, "We don't have to have anybody serve her. Hunter goes in earlier in the day and plants the bottle in a bucket of ice or some fancy shit." He could tell Elliott was getting more uncomfortable, even when he'd volunteered moments ago to put himself at risk. "Or we pull a Hamlet." At the looks he got, Ryder put his hands up, "Not the stabbing. I didn't mean the stabbing. I meant, well doesn't the bad guy poison everything? Or was that just the Simpsons episode..." Hunter groans and hangs his head, the edges of his palms pressing hard against his temples for several moments. He was worried about that, too. Cressida wasn't as bad with the Shedim as Lawrence was - she could hardly do the kneeling spell as far as Hunter could tell - but she was never beyond cruelty. "You're right." He said, clearing his throat and picking his head back up to look between Ryder and Elliott, "If there's anything else we can do, we should keep them out of it. Look, Cressida goes on a day trip to Chicago every month for beauty treatments, I'll find the spa and find out when her next few appointments are." Elliott presses his lips together he doesn't get the pop culture reference though he knows want Hamlet is and he feels concerned "We are not actually... kill anyone are we? I thought you were talking something that makes her fall asleep or something... even if that also concerns me..." he comments confused, though Ryder clarifies it quickly. When Hunter brings up her schedule he is even more confused "That was an option?" he asks "Okay... yeah, let's do that" he is trying not to get visible mad but he can't believe they were offering to put people in danger and they could just conpletely avoid her "Yeah... well..." he continues focusing on what really matter to him, making this plan work "is there something else we need to be checking? We have... options of place for them to go, glamour potions, new identities, money..." he points out at the list he wrote "if your mom is gone then... entering the house wouldn't be a problem, or do we still to figure that out?" he realizes. "What? No, no," he said, shaking his head, "Still only going to put her to sleep." But then Hunter comes through with their best option yet, one that doesn't give Ryder any pause. "There we go, that's the plan." He blows out a breath and looks back over at Elliott's list. "Yeah, will it be a problem getting me and Elliott and possibly Tina and Finn down to the basement?" Hunter shakes his head, "But it does limit our time frame here." Only one day a month, and God forbid Hunter's father be at home that day. "We'll make it a tentative Plan A. Plan B i'll talk to her, Plan C.." He took a deep breath and let it out, "Find an illusionist, maybe." He, too, glanced at Elliott's list, and shook his head at Ryder's question. "I think if we were to, for example, have a portal to and from the clocktower in my new apartment we could enter from there to avoid being seen by anyone... extraneous. Doorman, passerby, what have you. Then I can't imagine you'd have any trouble without anyone else in the house." Elliott nods "Alright, but... would we be able to change the portal to go to Ryder's uncle store? Going directly back to your place would be pretty obvious if for whatever reason they suspect you, wouldn't it?" he comments as he doodles under the list, he was trying to think and making small sketches of what he was thinking helped, he draw two portals but then he realized if anyone saw that it would be very suspicious, then he joined both circles with lines creating a cylinder, now that just looks like a weirdly shaped dick "welp, a gay art student drawing dicks wasn't so suspicious" he thought to himself then looked up at both guys "Who else could be at the home if not your parents? Should we worry about somebody else? Or would the shedim on the basement be by themselves if they are gone?" he pauses thinking all the posibilities "Would she take any Shedim with her when she is gone?"

"Yeah, we should probably not bring the Shedim to your new place. Nobody's gonna think about the Emporium though." Ryder is in the thick of things, thinking through their options. And then Elliott draws a dick on their plans and he gets distracted, throwing his friend a confused look.

Hunter is still oblivious to dick. He shakes his head at the mention of more people in the clocktower while Cressida was gone. "There wouldn't be anyone else. Especially if I was staying in the house, I think the assumption would be... that I would... use them." He nodded, clearing his throat and crossing his arms tighter over his chest with his gaze trained on the desk in front of them. "I've never seen her take anyone along. She's always left them in the basement. He glanced over to Ryder and nodded, shrugging, "Fine, yeah. We could... probably take a car to Queens, that would keep us relatively unseen." Elliott notices Ryder looks and he shrugs unashamed, he avoids saying something snarky like "it's a portrait of Hunter, because he is a dick" instead he just chuckles and shakes his head resting the doodle importance "Good... one less problem then... and no one is left behind" he then thinks "Are you suggesting taking twenty five people in a car to Queens?" he looks at Hunter blinking "Maybe we can look into portal magic or something..." he write a new point on the list "transport". Ryder focuses back on their plan, echoing Elliott's chuckle. "No, I think he means we drive out to Queens, then we portal from there to his place. And the plan goes on from there," he nods. "The subway works too though. I don't have a car."

Hunter nods as Ryder clarifies his meaning. "I have cars," He offers, taking a deep breath, "The more private the better." He released his arms from where they were locked across his chest to lean forward and close the binder. "So." Elliott lets out a loud "ooooooh" he nods "alright I was just imagining five different portals or something..." he shakes his head glad he asked and things being clear "So... we have to get sorted out, talking with Tina and Finn, getting money, getting different options for them to choose where to go, new identities, glamour potions, and portals... though i guess if we can use one of your cars for the first part then we are good so far..." he crosses a line over that point "by the way, I don't know how to drive, I hope one of you do" he comments "I can get glamour potions, I have a friend that can help us out, I could also look some options of places, but I think we should all look so we have more options" he pauses and looks at them expecting them to pick what they can do. Ryder purses his lips. He knows someone who could do the identities and papers, but there was no way he was going to involve Aza. The only reason she'd helped him was because of Cooper. "New Yorkers don't drive," Ryder says. "We bike or we ride." He looks over the list again, "I can put together places they can go. My great uncle has a lot of contacts around the world. He might be able to take care of new identities too, especially if we only have to get them Commons paperworks, like passports and IDs. And I guess I'll look into portal magic too." "I can drive," Hunter nods, looking between them, "And I'll provide the gold and commons money," obviously, he thought to himself, and then cleared his throat. "As soon as we have a list of final locations I can try to set them all up with the first few months of housing and work opportunities."

Elliott nods "Then... I think we got everything organized in our to do list... should we update each other with what we find, or should we reunite again at some point?" he asks "Maybe it would be good if we get Finn and Tina here next time so they are informed about the whole plan" "We should meet up in person again. Keep things off our phones as much as possible," Ryder nods. As much as he hated it, he and Elliott would need Tina and Finn involved. "Can Finn even be discrete?" Hunter gave a short nod in agreement, looking between them, "I'm sure Mr. Hudson will be able to handle himself. If not, there are plenty of shiny things in the clocktower to distract him." Elliott frowns bothered by the lack of faith "Finn is great and he is not as you want to make him seem, he is a fun goofy guy, but he can be trusted with important stuff, I trust him, I'm sure he will be helpful" he ads. "If you trust him, Ell, then that's all I need," Ryder nods. Well, he probably needs to meet Finn before doing this mission with him, but that could happen later. "When should we meet again?" Hunter rolls his eyes internally at Ryder's comment before shifting forward in his seat to slide his binder into his messenger bag, "I'll find out what days Cressida will be out of town and we'll reconvene then. When we have a goal date." Elliott stands thinking the reunion is ending "Well... some of these things may take longer than others, but maybe... in a couple of weeks? we compare what we have, get tina and finn on the loop, and get other date to meet again? Just so we know what we are doing" Ryder stands up when Elliott does, nodding along. "Okay, that works. I'll gather up as much as I can in the mean time." Hunter finally stands, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Alright. I appreciate the help." He nodded, swallowing down hard, "You guys are gonna be okay getting back to Sciron?" Elliott pats Ryder back as he gets his bag over his shoulder too "We got each other" he smiles to his friend "I think we will be fine"

[shiftingdani]

( continued from here ) @ellnaturae

[PM] I think I know where it is, and you can definitely come with me. It will be fun!

[PM] Oh, you are going to need a lot of popcorns for that, gurl.

[PM] I still have homemmade cookies, they´ll do. :P

[PM] But awesome. I´m sure we´ll have great fun. Let me know when and where you wanna meet up. I might just take a peek at the Winter Ball for half an hour, just to see what it´s all about.

[wingedfabray]

@ellnaturae responded to your post:

I understand the murderous guy was bad, but didn’t God know his son was going to be killed anyway? Why blame Judas? Wasn’t all God’s plan and Jesus was going to come back as Zombie Jesus after all?

How is divine forethought an excuse? The last time I checked, betrayal is betrayal, regardless of whether or not you knew it was going to happen. Humans are free to make mistakes, and they are responsible for them, regardless of any greater plan.

[cohentoplaywithmagic]

ELLIOTT GILBERT + BLAINE ANDERSON

↳   @ellnaturae​ || @happilyeveranders​

Elliott: We all have dark thoughts we don’t want to share out loud, and they risked entering your mind that they may find something they weren’t really expecting, I personally don’t know what happened and I didn’t want to ask because I want to respect your and their privacy, but if it  was messed up, well, what else could have happened? I mean, you were stopping yourself from waking up, obviously it wasn’t a pretty dream, so I imagine they would know what they were going to enter before they did.

I don’t think blaming yourself is the solution, you literally did nothing, you were dreaming, and they entered the dream at their own risk.

Blaine: I’ll still try to make it right. You’re right though, making things right doesn’t mean I have to stay behind in the past. I’ll keep on going forward. Thanks, Elliott. I mean it.

[joephilim]

A homosexual demon? Around my well-intentioned human? It seems it’s more likely than I thought. 

Lord give us strength, to not succumb to temptation, and to purify those corrupted by sin.

Oh, the text is gone. Was this a lesson on harsh judgement? Or is the hasty deletion a sign of awareness of the full extent of the wrong the demon is committing?

[gotmattitude]

text ✉️ elliott & matt

MATT: hey dude

MATT: so i know you got one hell of a sweet tooth and i have uh

[What does he even call this? An apology pastry he's probably being ridiculously unreasonable about? A random likely delicious treat he found but won't have? Fuck.]

MATT: an extra cake. it's sort of a long story, but i'm not gonna eat it, so i figured you might want it

MATT: so yeah. let me know.

[gotmattitude]

plans, plans, plans

WHO: Elliott Gilbert ( @ellnaturae ), Santana Lopez ( @trickstersantana ), & Matt Rutherford.

WHAT: Matt comes to Santana and Elliott with a concern.

WHEN: 15-12-2018, we totally didn’t forget about this. 

WHERE: Sciron Square.

WARNINGS: Transphobia, dysphoria, needles/injections, illegality.

Elliott is sitting down on the hall at Sciron, some people went to rest while others came to the new turn, they were organized, but with people dropping out it was becoming harder to keep the shifts as good as before, he could notice people were getting tired in general. He looks down at the table where he is sitting, he is feeling a little discouraged, though he tries to concentrate to finish a paper on modernism, thanks to Blaine, who took the time to check for everyone's homework and get them into Sciron so they wouldn't lose their credits. He was amazed about how his friend could do that, how many hours in the day where there for Blaine to do things for himself and others so selflessly. He worried he may not be doing exactly that and putting himself second as usual. He frowns tapping with his pen "Maggrite..." he totally forgets what he was going to write. "Hmm... that guy with the apple on the face..." he says to himself though his thought process is interrupted by a familiar face approaching him.

Santana walks around, fakely positive and confident, but plotting on the inside, until she spots Elliott. "Just the person I wanted to see!" She says, getting closer and sitting next to him. She thought she didn't need to do homework or study for the shit that is NYADA, but she did it anyway so no one suspected about Her Plans. "Are you too busy? I think we have to make some plans for this to continue." She had to play the positive and encouraging card, the best thing to do to hide your future stabbing plans. "We have the money to get more food, we just need to get someone out and in back. And...we got a plan. Kind of."

Matt has been trying to "casually" look for Elliott to talk about his Issues and Concerns™, but not very successfully, and he knows it's because he's hesitant about it. Ell has been such a strong, steady and kind figure to look to during the tough moments, but he's only one of them too. It feels sort of exploitative to add another problem to the pile. Just as he's in the process of feeling guilty, Santana's voice catches his attention. His head twitches towards it, and he notices Elliott working on something. Well. Might as well. He approaches, hands shoved in his pockets, and greets them with a small smile. "Hey." He looks at Santana. It's not like he can't tell her what's going on, right? "We got a plan? For what?"

Elliott smiles at Santana, even in the worst moments she always seems confident, a lie or not, it is kind of comforting not being the only one pretending. He is about to say something  when Matt joins the conversation as well "Well, supplies are running low, people are tired, Santana seems to have a plan to keep things going" he explains quickly "I only wanted to use my powers if it was really necessary, thankfully with Sugar's help hasn't been necessary until now, I could easily teleport out and back in" he offers to Santana, even though he doesn't know her plan yet.

Santana is glad to see Matt too and greets him, but continues the conversation. "For getting enough food. Money isn't a problem, we just need to get someone out there who can uses grimoires to put all the food in there and then getting back here. I can use illusions to hide them getting in, sneaky style." She says making some exaggerated hand gestures and sparkles illusions to show her point. "Dani said Dave could go, and it shouldn't be too hard, right? Then we solve the food problem super fast!" She says, super confident about it. "Now, we could do a cool christmas and entertainment to keep people happy in here, I think the Nyada staff isn't holding it very good either. This isn't a good look on them."

Matt lets out a breath; it's relieving to know they're thinking of solutions, for some reason. "I guess we could also recruit someone who dropped out to bring us some food. It doesn't have to be Karofsky, I, uh," he scratches the back of his neck and drops his gaze. "I might have to drop out of this shit, sort of soon." He glances around, and kicks himself internally for being embarrassed. "I didn't really stock up on T before the barricade started, and it's getting to that point where I, uh, don't want to go without anymore. So I guess I could do that." And to cut up the embarrassment creeping up his cheeks in neck in the form of heat, he breathed in. "I agree with the Christmas, or holiday shit though. Some people are leaving just because of that. Not judging, I guess. But yeah. We gotta get some spirits up."

Elliott hides really well his surprise hearing Dave's name, he wonders why is that a good idea when probably he would be the most lost about buying stuff and where things are on campus out of every witch working with them, though maybe he is biased and he doesn't want Dave to be on the line, he considers Matt's suggestion but wonders if someone who had dropped out would want to help them anyway at this point, he doesn't want to sound pessimistic so he stays quiet for  while listening to what else Matt has to say "Well, if the food thing can be sorted out with Dave or other witch, and we also ask people outside, maybe Blaine could help out with that too... then I could help you out Matt" he offers "Do you get it from Penny or do you have to go outside campus?" he asks "Maybe I can teleport you somewhere in between, you get what you need, and then we meet up again and I teleport you back? Unless you really  need and want to drop out, if it is for your health I'm not gonna get in between that" he says very serious.

Santana shakes her head. "I don't trust lame drop outs. They would had do it already if they give a fuck, leave and take the chance and help from the outside, if they had to leave." She says. She didn't need capable people who wouldn't put any effort into it and do the classic of saying they would do something and then nothing. No more asking useful people with resources thing. It was time to give the useless people who were willing to do things a chance. She looks at Matt. "Dude, you can get it and for free! Motta invites. Just tell me what and where to get it and I'll put it on the shopping list. You got it." Santana is super judging everyone. She would do it too if she had like a nice plan but still she judges.

Matt can see that his idea about asking someone who dropped out is not being very well received. He gets Santana's point, though. He can't blame anyone for leaving, but it's one thing to drop out and another completely leave everyone else behind. He shrugs. "It was an idea. But you're right. They probably want nothing to do with the barricade." Nodding along to Elliott's suggestion about getting Dave or Blaine to help, he points to himself. "I have a grimoire too. I don't know how sneaky or quiet I can be, but I do have a physical one, and one on my phone. So yeah." 

And then they both start suggesting ways to deal with his shortage problem, and Aether, it takes him a long moment to react, because he's too busy thinking something along the lines of 'holy shit, these guys are fucking great.' But when he finishes processing that thought, he shakes his head. "I don't want to get you guys in trouble--especially you, with the teleporting shit," he adds quietly, but sort of like a stage whisper. "And I --um, the only time I didn't get it myself it was, y'know," this was becoming an increasingly common trend with them, "illegal. So I don't know--I could look it up, call Penny or some shit, ask if someone could pick it up for me. That should've probably been my first impulse," he chuckles, sort of embarrassed that he'd immediately jumped into panic mode. "Thanks, though. For offering to help and all that shit. I know you've both got a lot on your plate right now and... yeah."

Elliott shakes his head "It's not a problem, Matt, I would be glad to help out... there is a place where I can teleport to outside campus with trustworthy people, they are my friends... my family" he corrects himself with a soft expression on his face "If you need to get out of campus that's not a problem, or maybe I can take you to Avicenna... i mean if what we are trying is to avoid they stopping you from coming back... we just gotta be sneaky" he chuckles and winks "Aren't we team illegal magic?" he jokes "However, I don't know if Penny will tell on us..." he says a little more serious.

Santana points at Matt. "It was a idea. It's better to tell them all and consider them than just not say them at all." Santana crosses her arms and shrugs. "Yeah, you could go too, but you might get more trouble than a white cis non-doppel witch." 

Santana laughs a bit about the illegal part. "Oh my, doing illegal things, me? us? Never" She joked. "If you don't want Elliott to do it, we get it with the general supplies. Really, is not a problem for me." It might only be a problem for Dave if he is going to  get it but she doesn't care about him. "The thing is, we have choices." Then she smiled, with the full smile of hope and dreams. "Also, the having things on my plate? Worry not, my friend. I have the feeling finally good things is what I'm going to get on the plate of my life."

Matt shrugs and nods at Santana's statement. "You're right. Dave sounds like a safe bet." 

 He thinks about it for a moment. He really doesn't want to put Ell at risk, but he's also uneasy about leaving something as important as T to Dave, who didn't even know what potato chips were. Not that he doesn't respect the guy. Eyes fixed on Ell, he sighs. "We teleport somewhere private. A bathroom, or something. And if we get caught, I snuck us out. This was all my idea." As nervous as this makes him, there's a huge weight off his shoulders. "We go early in the morning, as early as possible, when there's less foot traffic around, and if you can get away with teleporting away from someone about to catch you using your illegal fucking powers, you do that, alright? No useless risky shit." A breath puffs out of his nose,  and his demeanor relaxes. "And thank you. Both. For offering. Penny shouldn't be an issue, I think. I think she'd rather I keep taking my shots than just... suffer in here without 'em." A smile pulls at the edge of his mouth. "It'd be cool to meet your family, though."

A tingle of suspicion starts building at the pit of his stomach when Santana talks about her plate, and all of its good things. He narrows his eyes for a moment. This aura makes it real hard to tell when he's actually suspicious of something she's saying in person. "Really? It's not like y-- What sort of good things? I'm glad you're looking forward to something. That's pretty good," he says, suspicious, and kicks himself internally. Maybe she was in love or something. "Are you in love or something?"

Elliott nods confident, maybe way too much, but he wants to transmit security to Matt, who seems really on edge, understandably, about the whole situation "There is no problem, we can do that, I don't think anyone will notice if we teleport to a bathroom, I will wait for you there, and you can just come and go" he smiles "I would love for you guys to meet too". After all, he now thought greatly of Matt as well, it would be like making some of his best friends meet, and that could never be bad. He wonders quietly about Santana's optimism, and even if she is lately constantly telling him about her plans and something good going on for her, now that she is telling them face to face, he feels those words aren't as truthful as they seem in text form "As long as you are happy, I guess..." he says partially doubtful "Are you in love though?" he joins Matt question.

Santana raises her two thumbs up to show her approval of The Plan of Matt and Elliott. And starts laughing when they mention love. "My my! You guys are too funny!" She sticks her tongue. "But I love to keep the mystery and to have people guess over the wrong things, so, let's leave it like that." It would be fun to give them the surprise.

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[5.2.18] text ✉️ fuck st. pisserre (elliott, marley, santana, matt)

MATT: did you all get that aemail about fs????

MATT: what an asshole

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group chat ✉️ marley, elliott, santana

MATT: hey

MATT: alright, what do you all want to do about that bullshit during fs? about the pictures?

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MATT: i'll go first

MATT: i've been thinking about organizing a protest. i mean fuck, it feels passive, but i don't know what else to do aside from hexing the shit out of st pierre

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signs of life ❖ team LN

Matt: [As soon as the group closed the door to their private room in the Students Building, he got closer to Santana.] Alright, before we start going fucking crazy in here, we have to make sure Kurt is still alive. I say we let him know we have his mother plant, and that shit's getting real, but we're looking for him. And we'll take care of this little green fucker. [He stuck out his hand and looked around.] Deal?

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TEXT || ELLSON

ELLIOTT: Hey. Thanks for asking, I hope you are okay too. I was worried in all the chaos, I didn’t see where you were.

ELLIOTT: Thanks for trying to help me, I didn’t mean to be ungrateful with you, but when I realized the problem was with myself… I thought it was best to confront it than make any of you be in danger…

ELLIOTT: I don’t know what to say, man, these things… these thoughts… it’s been such a long time since I ever thought them or even felt this way… seen that anger as myself was… was really shocking… I really don’t know what to say.

MASON: It's okay, you don't need to apologize to me.

MASON: I'm proud of you. For doing what you needed to do.