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Once and Future (WormxFate)
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I have been convinced by Howelll.
[x] [Adventure] The Wicked Witches of Winslow
[X] [Activity] Party
[x] [Social] Chelsea and Megan
[x] [Adventure] The Wicked Witches of Winslow
[X] [Activity] Party
[x] [Social] Chelsea and Megan
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"And you were able to discover this after a handful of conversations? A bare minimum of investigation?"
"Yes. While Miss Barnes is perhaps the most egregious case, she is not unique. It seems as though any behavior was allowed so long as it did not result in direct violence. Sometimes, even then."
Principal Reid sighed and leaned back in her chair, pushing her glasses up so that she could rub at the bridge of her nose. "What was Blackwell even doing over there? God, I'm surprised Winslow didn't burn down sooner."
It was a question that I imagined the Superintendent would be intent to have answered. Folding my hands, I waited, allowing the Principal to sort through her thoughts.
"As far as Miss Barnes goes, I'll assign her and her friends detention for this stunt and warn the teachers to keep an eye on her. Other than that, there's not much we can do for a moment. We can't litigate her behavior from when she was at Winslow, just what she does here."
"Understandable."
"As for you, Elaine, please stop getting into fights."
I blinked and tilted my head. "What do you mean?"
"I mean the multiple boys who you sent to my office yesterday."
"I merely put a stop to their violence before it was allowed to escalate," I protested.
"I understand that. You're not in trouble. Just – We have security personnel for that, Elaine. I'm sure I don't have to tell you what your parents would say if they heard you were involved in stopping these scuffles."
My ears burned and I turned my gaze off to the side. "The security personnel were not present at the time."
"We're in the process of hiring more guards. Once they come onboard, it should hopefully cut down on the fights. In the meantime, just try to stay out of trouble. Please?"
I shook my head. "I do not believe I should ignore the problem when I have the capability to stop it.
Principal Reid gave me a fond smile. "Just give it some thought, okay? None of us want to see you get hurt."
What was I to say to that? It was not as though she knew that these boys no longer posed any true threat to me. I simply nodded, trying to present myself as suitably chastened. I was not entirely sure she believed me, but she dismissed me regardless and I left her office.
Outside, Taylor sat with her fists clenched, biting down on her lip. She turned her gaze to me, silent question in her eyes.
"The result was about as I expected," I sighed. "They will watch for future misconduct, but cannot punish her for actions done at Winslow."
"So they get away with it. Again."
"They will not get away with it," I promised, squeezing her shoulder gently. "I will make sure of that."
She tensed under my touch before slowly relaxing again. Letting out a slow breath, she nodded and reached up to lay her hand atop mine. "Okay. What do we do next then?"
"Well…" I murmured, feeling a touch self-conscious. "How do you feel about attending a party?"
•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•
Chelsea's parents owned a boathouse a little outside of town. The house rested on a hill, with only the top level visible from front, while a second two floors descended down to the oceanside. At the bottom, a small dock rested with several boats hooked up to it.
It made it a favorite among Arcadia's party crowd. A spacious interior with plenty of rooms for revelers to disappear in and the lake for anyone who felt like swimming, albeit the latter was more common in warmer months. Chelsea made good use of it, hosting a party at least once a month.
Music was audible from outside the house as I drove up, my motorcycle thrumming beneath me. Behind me, Taylor sat, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. She did not seem afraid the way Erin had at first glance, but her grip tightened several times during the drive, squeezing the breath from me. When we finally came to a stop, it took a minute before she was finally ready to release me and dismount.
"You're a more reckless driver than I would have thought," Taylor commented, smoothing down her clothes as she hurriedly stepped away.
"Would you prefer I slow down for our return trip?"
Taylor shook her head. "It's fine. I can deal."
I tilted my head, studying her. Was she that adaptable or was she simply putting on a strong front? I did not know her well enough to tell. I could probe, but doing so would imply I did not trust in her to gauge her own resilience.
"Let us head inside then," I said instead.
Inside was a writhing mass of people. The living room had been cleared of furniture so that it could be used as a dance floor, a strobe light flashing in time with the beat of the music. Red plastic cups littered the area, the smell of alcohol hanging heavy in the air. I guided Taylor inside, ducking past several dancers to reach the back.
There, we found Chelsea holding court, several girls gathered around her giggling. She brightened up as we entered.
"Elaine! So glad you made it! It's been so long since you've come to one of these."
"I had a feeling this one would be memorable."
"Oh, it will be," Chelsea laughed. "Don't worry. I've got people keeping an eye out for when our guest of honor arrives."
"What now?" Taylor asked, though she had to lean in and speak into my ear to be heard.
"Now we wait," I replied.
Chelsea waved a hand. "Enjoy the party. If you want to dance or have a drink, feel free. Just be ready for when she does get here. From what I hear, she's pretty predictable. I think we can count on her making a scene once she sees you."
Taylor's lips thinned and she shot me a look before shaking her head. "I think I'll just stick close to Elaine for now."
"Sure, you do you."
- Party
Taylor shook her head mutely and I took it as permission.
In the kitchen, a dozen boxes of pizza were stacked up, with another six having already been emptied and thrown in the trash. There were no other offerings. I wrinkled my nose briefly at the lack of choice, before sighing and accepting my fate. I had been spoiled for well-made food recently. I could stomach something greasy for a single night. At the very least, it was not potatoes.
A small shudder ran through me at the memory of Gawain's cooking before I firmly put it from my mind.
Claiming a piece for myself, I took a seat at the counter and motioned for Taylor to join me. She wavered, seemingly unsure, before doing so and hesitatingly taking her own slice of pizza. She nibbled at it uncertainly, watching the doors as though she expected someone to burst through and ambush her.
She had endured a long conflict with few allies and now a new confrontation loomed close. Nerves were to be expected, nevermind ingrained habits. Changing that would take time.
"Tell me about yourself," I said.
"Why?" she asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice.
"I know precious little about my new friend. What are your hobbies, for instance?"
Taylor blinked, clearly startled at my words, before ducking her head, her hair falling to hide her face. "That's… You're serious, aren't you?"
"Why would I not be?"
"No, it's just… I guess I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. It wouldn't be the first time I thought things were getting better just for it to be a lie."
I pulled a second slice from the box and chewed thoughtfully. Despite my initial apprehensions, I was enjoying the pizza. Something about the low quality spoke to my anger and need for vengeance.
"What did she do?"
Taylor remained silent for a long moment before looking up and meeting my eyes, her gaze surprisingly steady. "Back in August a girl started sitting with me and chatting with me. Said she wanted to be my friend. That went on for about a month before she helped Emma pour glue on my textbooks. It was a trick, you see. The betrayal made it hurt worse than if I'd just known she was one of Emma's cronies from the beginning."
My lips thinned and I forced myself to take a bite. My first instinct was to comfort her, but that would not help right now.
"I see," I said instead.
"Yeah," she smiled bitterly. "So all this still feels like it's too good to be true."
"It can be difficult," I murmured, "To trust again after having that trust betrayed. However, it takes but a single candle to bring light to the darkness. A single person who stands up to right the wrong they see in front of them. There is hope yet in this world, Taylor. I hope to prove it to you."
Taylor looked away again, hunching in on herself as if to hide from me. "Why is it so different between here and Winslow? Why didn't anyone over there ever do anything to help?"
Her question did not seem entirely directed at me. It was not something she truly expected an answer to.
"I can only speculate. From the outside looking in, it has the appearance of a failure in leadership."
"Leadership? I mean, yeah, the teachers didn't do anything either, but it wasn't just them."
I shook my head. "Values flow down from the top. If you will forgive the analogy, an arbitrary king gives tacit permission for the nobility to be corrupt. A corrupt nobility allows for dishonorable knights. Dishonorable knights lead to lawlessness and rebellion among the peasantry. Justice must be upheld on every level, not only the lowest."
Taylor scoffed. "No wonder this country is so messed up. I don't know that I've ever heard of an honest politician."
I was certainly aware. I had not had the time to research the topic in depth, but even the brief overview Arcadia's history class offered had left me baffled at some of the laws that had been passed and allowed to stand. Long term, it was something I would need to address, but I had more immediate concerns for the time being.
"You never did answer my question," I observed.
"What question?"
"What are your hobbies?"
"Oh. I don't really… I read, I guess?" Taylor shrugged and reached for a fresh slice of pizza, only for her fingers to scrape the bottom of the empty box. She blinked in surprise, slowly looking from the box back up at me. "What the – Did you eat the entire pizza?"
Heat flooded my cheeks. I had perhaps been hungrier than I thought. Turning my nose up, I answered imperiously, "An army marches on its stomach. I would not deprive myself in preparation for tonight's confrontation."
"Pfft… Hahaha! Where did you even put it all?"
Taylor's giggles soon turned to outright laughter and I smiled in response. Even if it was at my expense, it was good to see her finally act unreserved.
Her good mood lasted until Chelsea entered the room. She looked at the both of us and said, "She's here. Are you two ready for a show?"
"If you wish to withdraw," I said, looking at Taylor, "Now is the time."
"No," Taylor shook her head. "I can do this."
I took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her return grip was stronger than I expected and she held onto me like a lifeline as the two of us returned to the party. There, we weaved our way through the throng of people until we came to the center of the dance floor.
"Is it too late to back out?" Taylor muttered.
"Come, it will not be that bad."
"I don't know anything about dancing. I'm going to look like an idiot."
"Just move to the beat," I advised. "There are no complicated movements to this sort of dancing."
Taylor frowned but started bobbing back and forth. It was… Well, presumably she would get better with practice. I joined her however, raising my arms in the air as I let my hips sway back and forth. It was an experience that was purely Elaine, with not a trace of the King within, and if not for the glimpse of a familiar head of red hair out of the corner of my eye, I might have been tempted to lose myself to the beat.
Then someone bumped into Taylor from behind and sent her stumbling into my arms. The click of a phone's camera followed a moment later, before we had the chance to disentangle ourselves.
"Aww, isn't that cute. Did you have to start asking to service girls because no guys wanted to touch you, Taylor?"
Taylor flushed and hurriedly pushed herself away from me. I sighed and faced our opponent. Emma Barnes smirked back at me. Well. We had been counting on ceding the opening gambit. It was important to make her the aggressor. Still, what an annoying opening move from her.
"Did you need something, Miss Barnes?" I asked.
"What? Can't I come over here and say hi to my friend? After all, we're such good friends, aren't we Taylor? I mean, she practically used to tell me everything. Has she told you about the Armsmaster panties she used to wear?"
Taylor cringed in on herself like a beaten dog, the instincts instilled by over a year of abuse not so easily dispelled. The sight fueled the ember of anger dwelling in my chest, stoking it to a blazing flame.
"Oh, I would hardly think that unusual for a child. My brother had his own Hero branded underwear when he was younger," I said casually.
"At least I didn't wet the bed until I was eleven," Taylor added.
Dialogue was not so different from fencing. A deflection. A parry. Once your opponent was open, you could respond with a counter-strike. Emma's eyes widened, shooting to Taylor. Had she really thought her secrets safe? That only she could dredge up their once relationship?
"You–"
"By the way, Miss Barnes; no Miss Hess or Miss Clements with you tonight? One might think they are ashamed to be seen with you."
"Sophia was busy," she bit out. "What about you? I heard you were dating someone. Does she know you're here with Taylor?"
"Amy trusts me," I said simply. "And I do my best to live up to that trust."
"So I guess you won't mind if I send her this photo of the two of you then."
"Go ahead," I said.
Emma's brow furrowed as my response failed to give her the hook she had been looking for. Time to press harder. Just a bit more pressure.
"I do hope you are not going to parties like this all the time. You should take the time to study. The standards at Arcadia are higher than they were at Winslow."
"My grades are perfectly fine," Emma snapped.
"A C in History. A C in English. A D in Math. A B in Biology. I suppose you were inspired by that one. Were you looking forward to studying anatomy?"
Emma steadily turned more and more red. "How did you get a hold of my grades? Isn't that illegal?"
I raised an eyebrow and did not deign to answer.
Shaking, she said, "Whatever. It's not like I need to know any of that anyways. I'm a model. I'll do just fine without it."
I could not help it. I burst out laughing. "Ah, yes. Perhaps you will move to Hollywood and become a famous actress while you are at it, Miss Barnes."
"What, like you think being Student Council President is going to mean anything once you're out of school?"
"I ran for President out of a duty and obligation to my fellow students, not for future gain," I said, shaking my head sadly. "That you cannot understand something as simple as that is what makes me concerned for you, Miss Barnes."
"Don't give me that bullshit–"
"You are a selfish person. A person who thinks nothing of tearing others down to build yourself up. However, that sort of person is weak. It is through cooperation and the building of trust that civilization is built. A group can do greater deeds than any one single person. Even a King does not stand truly alone. Their entire nation stands with them."
"At least I'm not a - a dyke!" Emma stumbled over her words. I suspected she was not used to direct insults like that. She preferred the game of two-faced comments and backhanded compliments.
At some point the music had gone silent. Everyone around us was listening to the two of us argue with bated breath and Emma's words had rung loudly in the silence. Emma's eyes darted around, searching the crowd. Perhaps even she realized she had gone too far with the use of an actual slur.
My stomach twisted and I turned away, suddenly feeling disgusted with myself. I had been so consumed with the need to inflict punishment upon Emma that I had turned her own weapons against her. Rather than act to rehabilitate her, I had wanted to destroy her.
"You have been given a fresh start at Arcadia," I said. "I suggest you make use of it."
Whispers started racing through the crowd as I walked away and Taylor followed in my wake. Behind us, Emma stormed off, the music kicking back in a moment later. Slipping out of the living room, we met Chelsea and Megan downstairs.
"Not quite the vicious takedown I was hoping for, but I can work with it," Chelsea said.
"Honestly, Elaine, you went too easy on her," Megan added.
They were not entirely wrong. Chelsea had given me all sorts of ammunition. Just because Emma was Queen Bee at her previous school did not mean there were not all sorts of rumors about her amongst Winslow's student body. Even still, perhaps there were better methods.
"I do not want to bully her. If she is smart, she will take the second chance she's been given. In the meantime, ensure she cannot form a power bloc amongst the students. Do not harass her, but make it clear she is to be persona non grata."
"Soft," Megan complained, but she gave me a gentle smile and pulled me into a quick hug. "Don't worry. We'll take the rest from here."
"Try to have some fun," Chelsea added. "There's a whole party going on. I know there's some games set up on the bottom floor."
With that, Chelsea and Megan departed, leaving Taylor and I to our own devices. However, instead of saying anything, Taylor simply scowled out the window, looking at the dark ocean below.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Just… I should be happy. If this works, I'll never have to deal with her again. Instead, I just feel frustrated. It feels like I just sunk to her level."
Sighing I put a hand on her shoulder. "Feelings are rarely simple. In this case, I would like to think we merely exposed her character for others to see, but you are correct. Perhaps there was a better way to go about this, a way a wiser person than I could have found."
"It's not your fault, I just…" Taylor ran a hand through her hair before suddenly pausing, focusing on something outside the window. "Hey, do you see someone on the docks?"
"What? In this weather?" Curious, I looked through the window. Sure enough, a boy stood outside, swaying at the edge of the pier.
"Is he drunk? What's going on?"
The boy took a step forward and disappeared into the waters below. Screams erupted through the house as people realized what had happened, and I – I shoved the window open and vaulted through the opening. Sprinting down the length of the pier, I dove into the wine-dark sea.
- The Rescue
Then, I spotted a dash of color amongst the waves and I struck out for its source. I found the boy there, floating, dragged out away from the pier by the ocean's currents. With a grunt of effort, I grabbed the boy and began my own fight to return to shore.
It was awkward. The boy was bigger and heavier than I was. He dragged me down and the riptide pulled me back with each passing wave. I knew how to swim, but I was not a professional swimmer or a trained lifeguard. Carrying another person was an entirely different beast.
And through it all, that dreadful cold seeped into my bones, making me more and more sluggish.
No matter the struggle, however, I refused to give in. This boy's life was counting on me to succeed. Failure was not an option. With a shout of exertion, I pushed the final distance to the beach, stumbling onto the sand. A crowd had gathered there, staring wide-eyed. I levered the boy to the ground and took a deep breath before realizing I was not yet finished.
"Someone call an ambulance! If anyone knows CPR, come help now!" I commanded. I did not have the knowledge to treat this boy myself, but I could at least organize a response.
My voice stirred the surrounding teenagers to movement, like an anthill that had been kicked over. Everyone around me was rushing. Rushing to render aid. Rushing to call for help. Rushing to get him inside. Rushing because they simply didn't know what else to do.
I stood in the middle of it all, a solid pillar amidst the chaos. At least, that was, until someone draped a towel around my shoulders. I turned and saw Chelsea standing behind me.
"Come inside," she said. "The others will take care of Terry. You won't do him any good if you also wind up in the hospital."
I started to protest, only to realize my teeth were chattering. My body shivered uncontrollably, trying to fight off the cold that had set in so deep I no longer felt it.
"T-That might be for the best."
She led me inside to a roaring fireplace. Dimly, I watched others go past, the room slowly emptying as water trickled down my scalp, my frozen hair thawing out. At some point Taylor had found me. She wrapped her jacket around me, before leaving to retrieve blankets as well. I struggled to hold my eyes open and deny Morpheus his due.
Then, between one blink and the next, someone was standing there who had not been present a moment before. Not a single person paid mind to her presence. She moved like a wraith through the crowd, never stepping aside, yet somehow never touching anyone either, seeming as if the mass of people simply parted naturally for her presence.
My sister leaned down, trailing her fingers across my cheek. Blonde hair so pale as to be nearly white hung as a curtain around the two of us. All that separated us was a black veil, hiding her face from view.
"My sweet Summer King. Thou wert reckless tonight."
I raised a hand, placing it over hers. "Is this a dream?"
"What is a dream, truly? My presence here is real enough."
I let out a slow breath, watching as it fogged between us. "And what has brought you to darken my doorstep?"
"I have watched thee these past months. You and the mistress thou hast chosen to cavort with." For a brief moment, her nails dug into my skin before she regained control, her touch turning soft and delicate once again. "I told thee before, did I not? Thou art mine. I am here to claim thee."
"I will not feed your delusions. I am not yours, Sister."
"Art thou not? Even in this new body, thy flesh remembers my touch. The sweet cries I once drew from thee–"
I batted her hand away with a snarl, my skin crawling at the reminder. The barest hint of a smile showed through her veil.
"You will not harm her," I declared.
Morgan simply laughed. "I do not need to harm her, Sister Dearest. Her tragedy is already written. Of course, I could save her, if thou wished. Thou need but pledge thyself to me."
"Begone," I said, scowling. "I need not listen to your deceit."
"In time, thou wilt see, and when that happens thou wilt call for me." Morgan raised her veil and leaned in, pressing frozen lips to my own. Though I struggled beneath her, I could not push her away until she rose on her own, satisfied with what she had stolen from me. "Farewell, my Love."
I started awake. The room was empty, the party having long since finished. Only embers remained in the fireplace. I could almost think the whole thing a dream if not for a single incongruous detail.
A single purple pansy sat next to me.
Very lucky draw on the Party Cards. At the end of the month, you will get a free point of SIZ.
It is January of 2011.
- Glory
- Shop
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- Activity
- Social
Dabronyakumadznts
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Damn Morgan is THIRSTY
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She's the mother of like half the round in Arthurian myth. Yes.
WeissSaber
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A wild Morgan has appeared lol
Curious to see how she'll overcome this
Also cool to see Elaine shutdown Emma.
The mentions of Amy from both Emma and Morgan just makes me want more Amy activities now lol
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Well I'm glad Elaine is helping Taylor when it comes to Emma.
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Only more recent and garbled Arthurian myth, not the older and funnier stuff.
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[X] [Power] Chivalry (EX)
[X] [Glory] Awareness
[X] [Adventure] To the Victor, the Spoils
[X] [Activity] Study Group
[X] [Social] Amy Dallon
Should probably do the Study Group. We've been explicitly warned not to fail English again.
Edit: Also, we keep failing Awareness. Which is bad, for a hero frequently investigating stuff.
[X] [Glory] Awareness
[X] [Adventure] To the Victor, the Spoils
[X] [Activity] Study Group
[X] [Social] Amy Dallon
Should probably do the Study Group. We've been explicitly warned not to fail English again.
Edit: Also, we keep failing Awareness. Which is bad, for a hero frequently investigating stuff.
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Howelll
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Emma has been defeated easily yay, but with their dissatisfaction with the method combined with Sophia's need to... Sophia I can't help but wonder if the trio will sink into the background forgotten or not. Did Elaine just interrupt Browbeat's (Terry) trigger in some way or is that me thinking of something else? Needing the crit on heroism to save him, with the cold draining strength, makes me wonder if putting a glory charge in Str over Power might be a good idea in the future.
The politics roll jumped out at me as something that, if passed, might have lead to Taylor regaining some faith in authority. Since it failed, her viewpoint is reinforced. So much world building that goes into all these skill checks and their ripple effects; very impressive of Aldsan to keep track of and use all these rolls.
[X] [Power] Chivalry (EX)
[X] [Glory] Power
Judging by discussion on SB, magic resistance won't be bought for over two thousand glory from now, for good reason, so this is needed to raise it indirectly with all the high priority magic adventures.
[X] [Activity] Church
Amy has been dated recently, and a strong connection with the church for supernatural backup beyond Erin is going to be helpful. Even if it is kind of funny that Caren the church lady is tied for third highest bond already. That and Elaine can't bring up supernatural concerns about Amy with Vicky and Dean present on a double date.
[X] [Adventure] Vampire Hunting
As concerned as leaving Heart of Winter to build up strength makes me, this has more going for it this turn. Morgan bringing up Amy guaranteed Elaine's next activity and social will be vampire related, so this has plan synergy. Also, the flavor text on the action is looking for clues, and we haven't even met the church enforcers yet, so this hopefully will not be fighting the master and getting Elaine killed.
The politics roll jumped out at me as something that, if passed, might have lead to Taylor regaining some faith in authority. Since it failed, her viewpoint is reinforced. So much world building that goes into all these skill checks and their ripple effects; very impressive of Aldsan to keep track of and use all these rolls.
[X] [Power] Chivalry (EX)
[X] [Glory] Power
Judging by discussion on SB, magic resistance won't be bought for over two thousand glory from now, for good reason, so this is needed to raise it indirectly with all the high priority magic adventures.
[X] [Activity] Church
Amy has been dated recently, and a strong connection with the church for supernatural backup beyond Erin is going to be helpful. Even if it is kind of funny that Caren the church lady is tied for third highest bond already. That and Elaine can't bring up supernatural concerns about Amy with Vicky and Dean present on a double date.
[X] [Adventure] Vampire Hunting
As concerned as leaving Heart of Winter to build up strength makes me, this has more going for it this turn. Morgan bringing up Amy guaranteed Elaine's next activity and social will be vampire related, so this has plan synergy. Also, the flavor text on the action is looking for clues, and we haven't even met the church enforcers yet, so this hopefully will not be fighting the master and getting Elaine killed.