Magick and Powers Anonymous discussion

Moving past the Old House, the forest gets darker and darker, eerier and eerier. In the middle of it all is another older building, bigger than the house you passed. (IF NOT A VILLAIN, DONT GO INTO THE HOUSE)

Carson sat on the porch of the building, watching the bugs and crows in the trees.

(k)
Daegon walks out of the house, leaning against the doorframe behind Carson.

"How did it go?" Carson asked quietly, careful not to disturb what few animals were around.

“She got the message.” He said simply, looking at the forest in disdain.

Carson nodded. "Good. So we'll proceed with the plan?"
A rat skittered nearby and Carson smiled slightly, watching it nose its way under a pile of dead leaves.

“Take out the leader and down goes the bridge,” Daegon says, brushing dirt off of the knees of his black pants.

"Excellent," Carson hummed.

Daegon pushes off of the doorframe and sits next to Carson. He reaches out and touches a leaf. It crumples, dying.

Regan walked up and saw the two Villains sitting on the porch. She hoped they wouldn’t talk to her, but that wasn’t possible. She tried to sneak through the shadows undetected, but she stepped on a branch and it make a loud CRACK!

Daegon’s head whipped around, glaring at the forest. He reaches out his mind and finds a cluster of cells in the form of a human. He clenches his fist, and a few blood cells die in its arm.

Regan felt a sting on her arm. “Hey!” She yelled. “It’s just me!” She walked out of the shadows, glaring at Daegon. “You seriously need to figure out who it is before you start attacking.”

Carson grits their teeth and averts their eyes. They twist the ratty black and green friendship bracelet around their wrist. It quite clashed with their outfit, but they never took it off. They probably couldn't if they tried, with the way it was tied. The rat, startled by the noise, scrambled away. Carson sighed quietly.

Daegon rolls his eyes. “Hello...” he mutters.

A voice was heard right beside Regan. It sounded tired, bored. “And you should watch your surroundings.” Zen said, passing by her, the male gave her a weary look and Len came followed behind him, hands behind his head. His voice was much, more energized. There was blood that stained his clothes, a light in his eyes. “Sorry we took so long- we had to deal with a few little followers.” He chuckled.

“You’re à mess,” he says to the two boys, rolling his eyes.

Len licked his lips. “Geeze, you sound like Zen.” He rubbed the back of his head, out of the two, Len was much taller, more buff too. Had muscle. While Zen was smaller, scrawnier. Daegon knew better though, how Zen’s looks were deceiving, “Did it work?” Zen said.

“They know. And now, we wait.” His blond hair shines in the sun, making him seem warm and kind. Looks were deceiving, especially for him.

Len chuckled, shaking his bruised hand before his hand came in contact with the ground. A ripple went through the earth, shuddering, then it stilled. “Sorry, had to get the last of it out.”

“It’s fine.” He says, suppressing a growl. He hated the people he was around, other than Carson, because of their powers. He’d prefer to be alone, but Daegon knew he wouldn’t get far by himself. And besides, once they were done, they’d all die.

{{i'm loving this whole dynamic so much this little gang of terrible people is fun}}
Carson winced at the display of powers, but otherwise gave no outward indicators of their disgust.
//Revolting//

“I’m going inside,” Daegon mutters, taking one last look around and enters the house behind him.

Carson kicked their feet in the air and watched the leaves fall from the trees. A bird nearby fell out of a tree with a loud squawk and Carson figured that Daegon was even more upset than they were.

Len rubbed his jaw, scratching at a forming scab.
“Tch, now I’ve done it.” He rolled his eyes. “I need some grub.” He made his way to the kitchen to eat,

Zen rubbed the space between his eyes, the thick padding of his gloves protected him from doing any harm. “How have you been, Carson?” He said under his breath. That was the most kindest thing he’d said since arriving,

Daegon walks back inside, tired of talking. He sits on the dirty porch, looking out into the forest. He notices a little ant next to him, and clenches his fist. It falls over dead.

Carson pretended they hadn't heard Zen or seen Daegon kill the ant. Something inside them squirmed in pain. They remained still, watching the birds in the trees converse as if everything was normal. As if there wasn't a cluster of disgusting freaks sitting beneath their scaly feet.

Daegon sighs and rests his head against the building. He rubs his eyes tiredly.

Zen rolled his eyes, he just wanted to get rid of those people as much as they did. His nose wrinkled at the smell of steak. “That idiot.” He stood, his legs shaking. He was collapsing before any of them even realized it. A quiet sigh left him. “Tell that bozo to get out here.”

Daegon sighs and stands up. he goes down to the hatch and calls down. “Get your *** up here!”

Len’s head poked out of the hatch and he grumbled. His eyes closed as he walked out, his head almost hitting the doorway. “I’m coming I’m coming-“ he took one look at his brother and sighed. “Might take longer then we thought..” he muttered

“How long?” Daegon asks annoyingly.

Carson inched away from the group, tried to focus on the lighting hitting the leaves on the trees, but Daegon's scream pierced the ambience and poked incessantly at their brain.

(oh okay!)
Daegon looks to Carson. “A-are you okay?” he grunts.

“Well, he’s lost over half of his red blood cells by the looks of it.” He kneeled beside his brother and lifted him up, “so about, a day and a half.” He lifted his head. “That’s to regain everything.”

“I’m fine idiot- I can be back in fighting shape in less than that.” Zen grunted. “Just-“ he gasped sharply, clutching his chest. Len gripped his brother. “Len, ****. Seriously? An asthma attack.” He lifted his head.

"I'm fine," Carson mumbles. That was a lie. They were always uncomfortable. Everything was loud and violent and everyone around them was repulsive.

“Okay,” he said, lowering his voice.

Carson nodded to themself appreciatively.

{{so sleep is a thing ig and now i have to bc it's not healthy to not sleep or smthn like that?? idk}}

(yeah, sleeps a new thing i think scientists made? let me know how it goes)
Daegon turns away, his face getting stony. He hated to admit it, but he was kind of worried for Carson.

Regan rolled her eyes. These people were just so overdramatic. Regan decided to go inside the house rather than stay out here with them. The only problem was, they were blocking the door. “Oh yeesh!” She muttered under her breath. She walked around to the side of the house where there was stone wall. Regan took a deep breath and moved the stones.

Daegon rests his head against his legs, covering his eyes with his hands.

Regan ran out of the front door, practically trampling Daegon. Without stopping she just ran until she was out of sight.

Daegon scoffs, his blond hair covering his face.

Carson flashed a quick, small, smile that anyone who didn't know them would mistake for a grimace at Daegon to let him know they were okay.

Daegon nodded to show them he knew, and rubbed his eyes. It was a pain to see every cell in everything, like a third eye. He hated being around nature, and people, but he had to bear it for now.

Violet walked through the dark forest, she didn't know where she was or how she got here, but she knew for sure she wasn't going back to the school, so she continued walking until she came across a building.

"Hmm..." Reaper flipped his hood over his head. He was glad that he got away from all the good doers he just wanted to breath. Needed to take a breath. He heard voices and stopped and crouched to the ground. He looked around the tree and saw people talking.

"Thing where did you go?"

((Sorry I think I posted that at the same time.)))

"Does it hurt?"

"Bro that is cool."

(Bye bro)

"Do you remember anything before you where like that??? OR where you always like that??"