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[wicked-legacies]

Merry Christmas Esmeralda Renault,

( ♡ @orleans-jester​​ ♡ )

Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.  && Esmeralda is just that.  A gleam of sunshine.  A pocket full of sunshine.  Esmeralda is Gold.  Rose Gold.  && Silver.  All the shades a sister could ask for.  Cinderella also crocheted her a new purse, as she noticed it would par up to some of her clothing in her closet.

*** We both know Cinderella said that in front of Phoebus when she stopped by to visit on Christmas to deliver gifts by hand

Merry Christmas Phoebus Renault,

Cinderella made him a knife.  

With the war approaching this knife was not like any others.

This knife may look a bit flashy && decorative but the stone on the top can sense danger, lies, && when one is cast in an illusions.  While the blade itself can cut through metals, stones, crystals, glass, && ice itself like it’s butter as there is no need to ever sharpen the blade for it becomes sharper the more one uses it.

Making it in his signature colors.  Blue && Gold.

***  Cinderella gave this to Phoebus quietly.  Such things of war is approaching && what’s to come isn’t exactly a cheery Christmas topic.

[cryptid-killjoy]

Bastien was in his bedroom at the Renault house, still daylight, unable to go outside, but he’d gotten a bag packed. He was having serious back and forth feelings about staying or leaving. He thought this was Death’s people, so staying was the right thing to do by him. Then of course there was the fact he actually liked Pierre contrary to most people around him lately. He liked Agnes too. He actually liked everyone, but there was just some weirdness with Esme that evolved even after Phoebus left that made him feel uncomfortable. Bastien even liked Phoebus truth be told. At least he did as a person in the house. He was always kind to him, but being in their house did get him slack on the streets outside. He tried to blow it off. But, he thought that might go away after Phoebus’s death since it was the whole cop factor behind it. 

So, he had to mourn Phoebus and still be grateful he was gone as things lightened up around him. It was an awful feeling to make peace with. The house was blown up. They had to run from people and go to Spain and that was scary. Then there was the whole Esme forgetting everything part. Reintroducing himself was difficult. It was hard enough the first time. But, Death seemed happy about it. 

 The messenger was upset or not upset. He never knew from one day to the next who and what was okay to approach. Things got so dangerous there they had to get a new house. He wasn’t actually convinced since then that this new house was safe. 

4 squares a day and snacks was nice. A roof to hide away from the curse during sunlight was all he ever wanted. His mental challenges weren’t helping him keep any attempts at even part time jobs. The church bell ringing was all he seemed to manage. Interacting with people even at night for entry level work wasn’t working. Depression was setting in. The family wasn’t happy. He couldn’t keep up with all the changes. He wanted to work and thought now that he had a stable place he could finally contribute, but no. His voices, his issues, he was fired now from three places over them, that and slow work. Even as a dishwasher in the back it was became an issue. He didn’t even tell the family he was doing these things. But, the more he failed even with stability at his back the worse his moods became. He wasn’t going to burden them with anything. They did enough. They were all going through enough and he knew what they’d say. He didn’t need to contribute because they had him covered. He was family. 

That would make him want to cry because that was the sweetness his father always told him about when he spoke of Esmeralda. But, her kindness aside, this house was crazy. This was coming from a schizophrenic with possible DID going on here. Who really knew? He wasn’t seeing a doctor to be sure. But, whatever his challenges were they were getting in the way now. He probably wasn’t really going to leave. He had no where to go. He’d sat around with his bag on numerous nights when the Renaults were in chaos of some sort. But, he wasn’t Quasi Modo. He wasn’t swooning over Esme wishing for a relationship that would never be, especially now anyway. She was with Abraham. In the underground there was a lot of people cheering this union on. There were a few corners of their people snubbing their nose up at it too. Though they’d all still come to the party whenever that would be. Bastien felt constantly stuck in the middle of people bitching about the people who were the kindest lot there ever was to him. But, truth be told he hadn’t lived wherever any secret underground was either, if that place wasn’t just a fable. Though people in the alley Death told him to go to did help him eat before. 

He wished he had a star to wish on that could help this family out. But, maybe he didn’t need that wish. Maybe Agnes just granted it by getting their family further exed out of the Laveau’s lives. Maybe without that entanglement things could become more stable there. But, he didn’t know anything had happened to Agnes yet. He was just sulking unable to sleep through every day light hour on his bed with Hugo, Victor, and Laverne stressing about everything. 

[orleans-jester]

Wedding bells

Esmeralda had left early in the day to get ready, doing her last minute running around. Leaving the instructions for Agnes and Pierre and what they would have to do, would have to contribute. The twins dressed differently, but still in celebratory clothes, a little knitted purse with a sapphire necklace around Agnes’s side. She would pick up Seven and Zero around sunset, just those two because she was bringing no date. Unless Dallas was her date for the night, something she didn’t mind. The puppy was family enough that it had a little bowtie around his neck. She thought briefly about asking someone but couldn’t think of anyone who would understand the weirdness of this wedding ceremony. It wasn’t in a church. It wasn’t in a park or a beach or anywhere that people would typically think of a wedding.

The abandoned plantation. It was lit up with candles of all sorts, guiding people to where they were supposed to go. Two large men, both of them with missing teeth, colorful bandanas covering their heads, one with just a beard and the other with a head full of facial hair, were standing around, directing the few vehicles that came. Mostly, people got there by foot. It was a wedding among the homeless of New Orleans after all. One of them would come in close to Agnes’s window, peer his face against it. Knock on it. She’d roll it down.

“Evening Agnes,” The hairier one with the purple bandana grinned. “Go ‘n park over there.”

Agnes had no idea who this man was. She didn’t think that she had ever seen him before. But then again, apparently she had been working with her mother on the shelters for the last two months. This looked like someone who needed them. “Thanks,” She’d smile, feigning familiarity and then would go and park the car off to the side, among the bushes. There were a few others, but they could be counted on one hand.

Pierre would take both Zero and Seven’s hands and would rush on past the house to get to the less creepy and more well lit back area. Much less creepy back here, leaving Agnes to carry the dog behind.

Indeed, it was well set up. Carpets spread on the ground, with a few being daring enough to advertise their wares there in case the rich showed up - i.e. these four. Plenty of places to sit. Bright bonfires. There was one here who knew fire magic, could help to turn the flames different colors, making it not only bright but beautiful as well. Food was already laid out. A band had been formed of panhandlers, guitars and fiddles and a saxophone and a clarinet, all coming up with rhythms together. Pierre would stick with his two while Agnes would find the woman who read her palm and the little girl to give the necklace. As the night grew darker, she’d be looking for Bastien among the faces though. She missed him. So much.

The bearded man would be shocked at who came up next in the obnoxious dune buggy. The former king. The one that most people assumed had been dead. Some of them had been interviewed and targeted by Peru’s people after the big disappearance of Clopin and Kuzco, accusing them of hiding them, though they had been doing no such thing. But seeing that face, was a great relief. Even if it was hidden under a large purple hat with a golden feather sticking out. “Le roi!”

“Hush, hush, hush,” Clopin would wave off. “No need for that. I’m here in secret, can’t you tell by the hat?”

The man would stumble over his words, showing Piper exactly what power that he had on the streets back in the day, to where people still revered him like this. It brought his mood up a little. A smirk. He’d pull in behind what had become the familiar SUV of the Renault family. Dressed in dark purples with golden trim to match his little lady, he’d take her arm proudly, and Kuzco’s if he came, and would escort them to where his own wedding with Kuzco had been. And he’d explain it to her as well. “Ours had better music. The musicians must have died off, how sad,” He’d note.

[dfactualidad]

#Regionales #Policiales #UniRegDeptalIschilín #ParteDePrensa #Oficial #DeánFunesAcualidad (Deán Funes) ALLANAMIENTO POSITIVO Y SECUESTRO IMPOSTERGABLE Referente a actuaciones Sumariales caratuladas a prima facie como ROBO, personal de División Investigaciones diligenció Oficio Judicial para un domicilio de B° La Feria, procediendo al SECUESTRO de: una pala, dos baldes de albañilería, una masa, un corta fierro y una cuchara de albañilería; cómo así también se procedió al SECUESTRO IMPOSTERGABLE de un sello automático al nombre de un facultativo medico. (Villa Quilino) ALLANAMIENTO POSITIVO Referente a actuaciones Sumariales caratuladas a prima facie como ROBO, personal de Comisaría Quilino se dio cumplimiento a Oficio Judicial de allanamiento de un domicilio en calle Esmeralda de Villa QUilino, procediendo al SECUESTRO de 02 llaves una tipo pulsianas, 01 llave común y 01 martillo. (Villa Quilino) ALLANAMIENTO POSITIVO Referente a actuaciones Sumariales caratuladas a prima facie como ROBO, personal de Comisaría Quilino se dio cumplimiento a Oficio Judicial para un domicilio en calle Echenique, procediendo al SECUESTRO de 01 bateria, 01 vehículo marca RENAULT modelo 19; como así también se procedió al SECUESTRO de 01 escopeta, de la cual se carecía la documentación para acreditar su propiedad, iniciándose actuaciones por Tenencia de Arma de Uso civil sin la Autorización Legal. (Deán Funes) ALLANAMIENTO POSITIVO Y RESGUARDO DE ELEMENTO Referente a actuaciones Sumariales caratuladas a prima facie como HURTO, personal de División Investigaciones diligenció Oficio Judicial para un domicilio de Barrio José Hernández, procediéndose al SECUESTRO de: dos corta fierros; dos llaves combinadas; un destornillador; cómo así también se procedió al RESGUARDO de un Taladro Percutor. (en Dean Funes. Córdoba) https://www.instagram.com/p/CARCMezggjL/?igshid=160snjrej9b98

[orleans-jester]

Saturday @ 3

The new Renault house was big enough for the four of them, but apart from that - it did not have the grandness of the former house. This was much more cozy. Didn’t scream of wealth or pompous nature. Just had exactly what they needed. Esmeralda would have been happy enough in an apartment or something, but seeing how the kids had grown up, how they always had a home home? They talked her into it. If only for the fact that one day, she can pass it onto whichever one of them wanted it, and it might be able to become a generational home. Passed down through the family.

The only window on the second floor which would have a light on it right now was Agnes’s room. Her mom and Pierre had gone out to go shopping for more things for the house, but she already had the few things that she wanted. She felt like she didn’t need much. She wasn’t nearly as greedy as Pierre. She already had her furniture, most of one side while the wall with the window was being painted. Instead of there being individual things, there was a pattern on this wall, already drawn out. He might recognize it.

The top quarter of the wall, from the window upwards, black. Teal polka dots. Then diagonal stripes down the rest of the wall, big flowers drawn. She was painting one in a bright orange tone when Chip would eventually show up. It was just like one of her favorite dresses. The one that she had worn to the Winter Solstace Ball.

Course, being so close to the window that she was, she’d be able to see Chip coming in, there’d be no startling her this time. “Well, hello there stranger,” She’d say, putting down the brush, wiping a bit of paint off on her exposed legs beneath the romper she was wearing to combat the heat. Other than a couple of bruises on her arm, she was entirely unhurt and alive, much to Oogie’s anger. “Is this window as much fun to climb into as the old one?”

[cryptid-killjoy]

Slumber Party Real Talk Time

Upon arriving at the Renault house Piper would first say Hi to Dug before anything else. But, she would arrive with an over night bag over her shoulder as she came in. 

Phoebus was on his own. He actually seemed to have his shit handled if it wasn’t for the cop thing. The patriarchal side that seemed over blown had really tamed itself down, but it was more about the loyalty, the ability to not speak, keep secrets, know when to act and when not. It had far more to do with loyalty than ego and whatever else Esmeralda said. The picking on their personalities were one thing, but could they be trusted with their lives? That was where Piper’s mind was. She wouldn’t risk her papas again not even for Pierre after the loss of that leg. She was going to lay all the cards on the table so Pierre had a fighting chance of understanding what he was really dealing with. She thought it was unfair for him to be trying to swim when he couldn’t see what was in the water. 

“Take me to your room, Pierre. I have a lot to tell you and only so much time.” 

But, knowing his power and before he interjected she’d say, “And this is one I can’t stay in the loop for forever.” There was a part of her still back in the bedroom with him at the party in a loop of pleasure. There was a part of her she supposed that would always be there. 

[orleans-jester]

Meanwhile in Spain {Agnes&Pierre&Bastien HC}

“I - hate - this-” Pierre said, jumping from one bed to another like a child having a tantrum. “I’m - so - bored!”

Agnes was sitting on the sofa of the room, feet tucked under her bottom, and was trying to read one of the guide books that she had picked up in the lobby, but Pierre was being very distracting. Esmeralda had gone out to get them something for dinner, would be back soon, leaving just the three of them in the quickly cramped-feeling room together. “Just go to the pool again,” She offered, turning a page.

“I wanna go clubbing. I want to get laid. I could be doing that right now, but nooo. You just had to date the wrong guy, didn’t you?” Pierre was instigating. It was obvious. He really was bored, and hated being cooped up like this. This was a guy who rarely stayed home for longer than a single night, though he’d been doing it more because of his mother.

“And who would you consider to be the right guy?” Agnes asked, finally looking up from the book. “You hate Chip. You tried to fight Ronno for even being in my room, so clearly not him. You don’t even like when I talk to a boy, let alone date one. So I’m really interested. Who do you think would be right?”

“Jesus,” Piere shrugged.

“Like Jesus Jesus, or a random latino man?” Agnes asked, annoyed.

“Christ himself. That’s the only one I wouldn’t square off with,” Pierre said with a grin, noticing that he was annoying his twin. This was what being restless did to him. He’d push at any and all buttons just to get a reaction. Only with her though. He always thought that seeing her get mad and flustered was hilarious.

“What about Bastien? Would you fight him if I asked him out?” She would ask, looking over at her adopted brother, sneaky grin on her face. Now it was Pierre’s turn to get annoyed, the old reverse card.

“Hey, I called dibs on him,” Pierre let himself fall onto the bed on his back. He sat up with a pout. “That’s not fair.”

“You totally didn’t, and I met him before you did, so dibs are totally mine,” Agnes said with a bright smile. Pierre grumbled about that, clearly not happy that Agnes had been invited to meet him before he was. “Suck on that, hairball.”

“Ouch, my heart," Pierre said, holding his hand over his chest. “I think we all know he prefers me anyway, so your dibs don’t even matter.”

Agnes just rolled her eyes. “You’re such a child. I don’t know how anyone can stand you.”

And this was why the twins never shared a room before, not since they were toddlers. Get them locked together like this and it was squabble city. And now Bastien was being the center of one of those squabbles.

“Bastien stands me just fine,” Pierre said, standing up, hands on his hips in a superhero type of pose. “Don’t you Bas?”

“You never even answered my question,” Agnes said, putting the book down entirely now, getting caught up in this bickering. Maybe she was a little bored too. And maybe this was a welcome distraction from wondering how everyone back home was doing. How Summer and River were - were they even still kidnapped? News of Sherwood had made the news too, videos of Chip, well, Savvy more than likely, on the TVs even out here in Spain. And a hot line for any information on the whereabouts of the missing Renaults. At least her dad’s parents weren’t on the screen, making tearful wishes for their safety.

“What question?”

“Would you try to fight Bastien if I asked him out?” She asked, tilting her head, a glint of her own in her eye. Pierre sat back down, rubbed his chin like he was really thinking about it. Looked between his sister and then at Bastien, then back again like he was trying to figure out some crazy math problem.

“You wouldn’t,” He said, eyes narrowing.

“Why not? He’s wonderful. He’s handsome. He’s not an annoying prat like you. We already have a lot of fun together,” She counted on her fingers. “I mean, if you kind of think about it, we’ve already been on two dates.”

“You fucking what?” Pierre asked, eyes wide. “What? When? How? Where?”

“There was the first night that we met, when he showed me the city from the rooftops, and the beautiful bells that he rings. We stayed up and watched the sunrise together, then we went back to his hotel room and mom picked me up. That seems like it would kind of count, don’t you think? And then there was the concert at Hog Fest. He had me up on his shoulders, which was really fun.”

“Even though you were drunk,” Pierre pointed out. “Damn Bastien, you got moves though. I might actually have to fight you now.”

“He’d kick your scrawny ass,” Agnes said with a laugh. “I’d be a lucky girl though, if that were the case. You’re going to make someone very happy one day.” Even with the gargoyles. Even with the weird mumbling. The firebug. She loved him. Pierre loved him. Esmeralda instantly loved him all over again. Even the Papas grew to like him a lot.

Stuck in a hotel room in Spain and the Renault twins fighting over him. Poor Bastien.

[orleans-jester]

Aftermath HC

$10,000 in a cash envelope will be slipped into Wulf’s trailer. Just a simple note will be tucked in. ‘To you and the merry men for all of your help. Merci! Love Mads&Bas’

Clopin would return home from the castle, and simply explain ‘There is no more Esmeralda, and for the time being, there is no more Pierre’. Simple as that. Piper already knew that Maddy and Bastien were there, taking care of one another, and if she asked any questions, Clopin would just reaffirm that the care was top notch.

Declan would continue on with life as usual, showing no signs that anything had gone on. Though when he found out that the Renaults had bought his trailer park, he’d go a bit out of his way to walk by there and dispose of a couple of dead kittens. He had his eyes on the dog but as things started to get weird with Esmeralda and Pierre ‘missing’ he’d have to stop heading around in case the place was being watched.

Ellie would be a bit confused at school with both of the Renaults missing. She really felt out of the loop but she would miss them. They had been her first friends when they moved here. She’d be a bit more down than usual.

Frank would visit Dr Vic and would ask them to really try to salvage what they could of Pierre’s body. After being in the guy’s head, getting a faint understanding of him, he realized that if they put him into another body, even one of the ugliest person in the world, he would probably feel even more strongly about Maddy since he wouldn’t be her brother, physically. Can’t have that bothering Bastien all the more. Ugh, he was almost getting nice on the guy.

Figaro would also be a bit worried, and be more out of the loop on the sort of thing. Iain woulda messaged them too about Agnes, or Maddy. About Willem. But not so much about Pierre, the guy could be funny but he was a skeeze. After hearing about what happened with Willem and his ship though, they would totally offer him a place to stay at their place if his dad was being too rough. ‘My pops won’t mind, just don’t freak out if you see his dentures in the bathroom at night.’

Iain would check up with Willem too, just to check that he was alright.

Bram would start to leave a leash on the balcony, after talking to Maddy. Zero was more than welcome to come and walk Dallas whenever he wanted, and would only have to open the door and call out and the dog would come running. The Renault house was becoming less of a house, almost more of a headquarters for the planning of the safe havens. That was still going ahead.

Ronno would be stopping by there constantly, looking in through the locked door - he didn’t know the code to get in. But he was definitely a bit off too, like Eleanor. Pierre was fun to pick at. And he hadn’t seen Agnes since he was in her roughed up state, other than in some weird dance video which he definitely saved and watched a couple of times. He’d reach out, would get a couple of responses but it was usually just a couple of words, barely even full sentences.

Summer would just be satisfied with Clopin and Chip’s assurances that things were taken care of. She wouldn’t shed any tears of Esmeralda or Pierre’s body, and would let herself focus on other things.

After their mini vacay at the cabin, Thomas would give Clopin a brotherly pat on the back, a sort of ‘good job, buddy. Doing what you had to do even though it was hard.’ sort of gesture. And that was it. Esmeralda would not be talked about, or even really thought about, again.

[cryptid-killjoy]

Scout in the Renault House

Scout had gone over to the Renault house with intentions of shaking Pierre up, do a little checking up, and had hoped her brother Chip was going to be involved, but low, she found the house devoid of her big bro. She knew it would be because she’d crossed Chip’s path on the way out. The discussion she had with him didn’t change her mind. She still set course for the house with Esmeralda and Agnes in it. Clopin’s family. Their family. She was still going in. 

Her plans however had markedly changed. What she found wasn’t what she expected at night either. Empty bedrooms. The twins had ended up in Bastien’s room which left both room completely open to Scout.

She rifled through Pierre’s room first. She would end up in a pair of his boxers, Agnes’s robe, and a pair of his slippers. Her jeans, silken panties, bra, and band tee were left in his garbage can because she had no intentions of changing back. She put her hair up in a Pierre-manbun and drew on a pedo-stache and some stubble on her chin with a pen. She engrossed herself in his room playing the part of Pierre for awhile. What was it like to be Pierre? She picked up his phone and being the shit she was read through his messages easily getting passed locks. She scrolled through his pictures. 

She smoked his weed from his own bong and spent much of the evening reading his laptop through her tablet, hooking one up to the other. She looked at his grades from school as she spritz his cologne and lit his incense. 

She made lists of his brands, his sizes, anything commonly, colors he seemed to like. She even dared to text Seven in the middle of the night who actually came right over looking for a fuck when all she wrote was “I want you now.” So this was what it was like to be Pierre. Seven of course was shocked to find Scout in his room and not Pierre. He would laugh at her stache and could tell what she was doing. He’d even tell her it wasn’t a bad impression. Seven however was not going to stick around and be in the middle of this so he left rather quickly after Scout shared a few hits on the bong first. He would have texted Pierre to warn him, but that clearly wasn’t going to work when she had his phone. He also wasn’t going to go snooping around the Renault house himself. He just made Scout promise she hadn’t hurt him or buried him alive anywhere just in case before he felt safe leaving. Considering his relationship with the Laveaus he stepped out. He didn’t know how else to warn Pierre without knowing where he was and involved he did not want to be. 

She would take a lot of photos of herself on his phone. He took a lot of selfies so she had to do it too. She’d take over exaggerated duck face and serious model poses on his bed, sitting on his dresser, standing in his mirror with that robe open exposing the skin between her breasts. What Seven did not know was she got a picture of his ass as he was climbing out the window. 

She texted a few random girls the cheesiest lines she could possibly think of and every girl that actually texted back acted like it was the sweetest thing ever no matter how lame they were. She shook her head at every text to come in. 

She texted Zero. 

Pierre: Do you and Victor fuck?  Zero: Not lately Pierre:  did Victor bring Frank back?  Zero: I thought you didn’t want to hear this shit? Why all the Vic ?’s Pierre: I just worry about you Pup Zero: I know. That’s why you’re my everything care guy. I love you for it. I promise. I’m good here.  Pierre: Good. Night Zero

Scout wanted answers to rumors she got them right through Pierre’s phone. Who knew? She would not delete one text. She put one up of herself with that manbun and stach on his Instagram. It would have so many hits by morning. Some comments would be on Scout’s hotness, others would be laughter at how the impression of Pierre was dead on. It was back and forth. 

So, by the time Pierre would ever get back to his room his clothes had been worn, taken, technology invaded, bed rumpled and slept in like Goldilocks, weed smoked, but there would be left a little note. 

Sorry I missed you. It would have been fun. Don’t worry. I made myself at home.  You have less dick pics than I thought Your sac’s about the same size as your Dad’s though. 

The Lizard Queen

She’d lay it right on top of Piper’s hourglass. 

Then she’d move along to Agnes’s room where there was honestly less to rifle though, less interesting that is. She came across Chip’s go bag, but she left it where it was. She wouldn’t want to ruin any sort of tactical plans he had. But, it would be there that she fell asleep on Agnes’s big bed with Dug. 

“Did she ditch you boy? Come here. Upsie daisy.” 

That is how Agnes or whoever walked in the room first would find a Scout dressed as Pierre with a tangible-formed mutant-hellhound sleeping in her bed come morning. Not to mention the twins would wake up in a bed with a cursed-hunchback form of Bastien having grown so thick that his body would be pushing the twins near the edges of the bed. They’d be lucky if they didn’t fall off as their morning alarm clock to wake up. But, Bastien for once would be sound asleep. 

[orleans-jester]

Party, Party, Party.

Since his mother was doing most of the decorating and was hanging around humming, Pierre went outside to wait around for Piper. He was already dressed and ready for the party, and felt pretty proud of himself for how it was coming along. Quite a few people said that they were coming, and he got his parents to agree to go to a hotel room for the night. Well, rather, it was the parents that were letting the party happen as a distraction so that they could get away for a little while, since Esmeralda and Phoebus rarely got to have nights to themselves with the kids, and the homeless around.

The only real rule was that the party was contained to their house, and that people would either uber or stay over. No drinking and driving. As soon as someone was seen with a beer, their keys were taken away. Phoebus had set up a special code with uber so that the Renaults account would be billed, so there would be no excuses for driving home. It seemed like everything was thought through - at least, for now.

He thought he saw the absolutely gorgeous purple-eyed girl walking up the sidewalk and he actually began to feel those little butterflies flying around in his stomach. Yeah, he got along really good with his pup, and Seven was like his main person, but no one put the flutters in Pierre the way that Piper did.

He opened up the gate from the inside, then tied it off so it would stay open and people could come streaming in. “Salut, mon amour,” He smiled, leaning in and kissing her cheek. 

[orleans-jester]

Oogie Boogie had never lost like this before. Every gamble that she had made backfired. And it was making her crack at the seams. When things went well, she was well. When things did not go well, it was like glass breaking inside of her mind. She was on a losing streak. Not only did she have to get all of the vents replaced in her home because someone had stuck disgusting things down there, but she kept losing the cornerstone.

She was certain at this point that the Renaults had it. What else explained their disappearance? Their going into hiding? That running had made them seem guilty as sin itself. And though she knew where they were staying now, some lavish apartment that Esmeralda’s boss had owned until they get a house sorted out, she still did not know where the Cornerstone was. Every single time that she had intruded upon that apartment, they were gone with only the faintest bit of magenta smoke lingering in the apartment. She suspected a leak in her family, in her associates. Someone was telling them when she was going to conduct a raid.

So more than once, she had gone under the cover of night. There was a block around their minds, a block that she had discovered was little Agnes’s power. That’s how little Katrina Von Titty Tassles had not been able to find it, further proving that it was this teenage girl who hid the cornerstone. But she assumed that they were sleeping when she went. Telling no one. Driving on her own. And still - still when she walked through that apartment, heels clicking on the hardwood floors, they would be gone. Not leaving through any of the doors. Not exiting out onto the street. Just up and vanished.

She needed more information. So she would text her children.

Oogie: Gather me that Zero boy Oogie: And Seven.

[orleans-jester]

The Twins’ Birthday

This will be the first year in which the Renault twins will have no contact with each other through the entirety of a birthday, save for the present that Pierre had given Agnes. That’s the one that she plans on opening first, upon waking up essentially.

Pierre got Agnes a mixed CD. It might seem like an odd gift, but a couple of years ago, she had made one for herself and Pierre had broken it. He carefully recreated the cover ‘AgNeS’s AwEsOmE mIx!1!’ in different color markers, and put all the songs that he could remember being on it on the back. Shakira, The Black Eyed Peas, Fall Out Boy, The Pussycat Dolls - all of the early 2000s things that her little heart loved. It was a very thoughtful gift, so unlike Pierre, that Agnes teared up when she saw it.

Summer got Agnes four colorful and eccentric bracelets, with the note ‘May the next year of your life be as bold as you! You absolutely deserve the world, and thanks for coming into my life as the sister I’ve always wanted. I love you x’

Esmeralda will take Agnes out for a spa day, like they do every year. Piper, Summer, Figaro and Scout are invited, of course, if they would like to go. Summer won’t, and Figaro won’t - not because they don’t want to, but Figaro isn’t into all that kind of stuff, and Summer thinks that Agnes should spend more time with her family with all of the tension going on, so she’s leaving it up to them.

Clopin made Agnes a card, last minute, with a little rhyme for his favorite granddaughter.

‘Roses are red Violets are purple Sugar is sweet And so is maple syrple. It’s been nice to get to know you Even though you’ve been rather blue I’d probably be quite depressed too If my brother was also a poo. Happy Birthday !!!!’

Meanwhile, Phoebus dropped the boys off at an airport on Friday afternoon. He managed to talk them out of getting a limo for the long ass trip to New York and to get a flight instead. But waiting for them would be a limo that would be taking them to the hotel, and be at their call that weekend. Pierre got tickets for a Chippendales show, and though he’ll be having fun, he’ll keep thinking about the other set of twins because of their goddamn names, and it’s gonna keep a dark cloud over his birthday weekend. But nonetheless, they got some spending cash, and they’re three boys let loose in New York City. It’s gonna be a fun time.

Esmeralda got Pierre a brand new longboard, since it’s something he brought up wanting to get, but always got too lazy to actually pick up.

And Agnes did pick something up which would be waiting for him when he gets back. An ‘F Bomb’ Paperweight because of how much that he loves to swear.

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Pierre Johan Renault

Son of Esmeralda Lovelace (Hostess, Entertainer) and Phoebus Renault (Police). Twin brother of Agnes Renault.

Groundhog Day; Can capture people in a time loop, but only for short periods of time.

Born on the afternoon of March 11; Pisces

While his mother took more of an interest in his sister, Pierre grew up with heart eyes for his father. Right off the bat, they had a lot in common, including watching sports, wrestling, and lots of physical activity. They were usually out with one another, playing baseball or taking in Saints’ games when they played on home soil. Sure, he would spend some time with his mom but it was clear who the favorite parent was. He first started using his powers on his father to create time loops so that they could spend more and more time playing, over and over again, but once it was found out that it was magic, Phoebus immediately put a stop to that. He still causes loops for his own amusement at times, but knows better than to try it on his parents.

He grew up to look more  like his mother, with the dusky skin tone, the dark hair, the mysterious allure of an exotic face. And he used it to his advantage. Unlike his sister who was punished into being a good person, he had a troublemaker streak in him, which was definitely much more like his mother, and the man who had raised her. He’d put people in time loops when they fell, so he could watch them fall over and over again. Even though this was heavily frowned upon by his parents and sibling, he’d never stop. It was just too fun.

And with the pretty face came the admirers. A serial dater since age eleven, there hasn’t been a time in the last couple of years where he didn’t have some pretty girl or boy on his arm. Even with the street kids, or the ones that had homes, he didn’t care, as long as they had a pretty face. Nothing wrong with being superficial when you look like this. And once he got into magic school, things were unlikely to change. He’d still be invited to, and throw, the best parties in the place. He’d date the prettiest people. And he’d probably have his sister watching over him all the time. He loved her of course, she was his best friend, but dear Lord, how would he survive with a third parent reporting all he was doing?

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Agnes Bernadette Renault

Daughter of Esmeralda Lovelace (Hostess, Entertainer) and Phoebus Renault (Police). Twin sister of Pierre Renault.

Smoke Screen, Force Field.

Born on the Afternoon of March 11; Pisces

Okay, sometimes it is really difficult to be the child of one of the most beautiful women in the world. Esmeralda Lovelace, even with her burns, had a confidence that was hard for anyone to match, let alone try to emulate while growing up. Her mother was sugar and spice, everything nice but with a fiery temper when she saw someone do something that was deemed wrong. Even one toe out of line, and Esmeralda was there with a lesson to be learned. If she accidentally littered, her mother would take her out to help clean with the ‘street’ people. Get into a loud and boisterous fight with her brother, and Esmeralda would take her out to show her what people really needed to fight about, usually by taking her to a protest. So Agnes grew up with a serious respect of rules, because she had learned the consequences of not following them early on. Plus, you know, her father is an officer.

Growing up, she would hear about this figure named Clopin, and considered him to be the grandfather who made them move from place to place before settling in New Orleans. Her mother was near obsessed with trying to find him, and apparently this was where he hung out. She was told to be on the look out for an eccentricity dressed man, probably in purple and gold, and for any tents that were hung in alleyways. At least she knew that she had nothing to fear when she walked down the streets of New Orleans with her brother, because there was always some street person that she knew who would keep an eye on her. But then again, it also felt like she lacked freedom because anything that she did, anyone she was seen with, would get right back to her mother and her father.

Having a twin brother made things interesting. At least they weren’t the type of twins that were forced into show business, or were dressed the same. The family believed in individuality, the more odd the better. She started picking out her own clothes by the time that she was two, and never ever did the kitschy thing of trying to look like her younger brother. They didn’t have much in common, and a big part of that was because she was a mama’s girl, and he was a daddy’s boy. He got away with more. He almost seemed to be loved more. It was frustrating. But they did care about each other and were close, and she always felt the need to keep an eye on him.

Her powers started to show through when she was six. Playing hide and seek, she was always given away because she would create a smoke screen, and think that was enough to shield her. It came in handy when she wanted a quick escape from whatever protest or volunteering her mom tried to make her do, though she was careful not to do it too much in public. Smoke caused uproars due to the threats of fire, bombs or even flashbacks to the great war. She was excited when she found out that she could go to a magical school, because she could finally befriend some normal people, aka anyone who wasn’t off the streets. Just a shame her mother continued to meddle and told her to keep an eye on a girl named Summer.

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Phoebus’s Funeral.

The funeral was televised which honestly felt disgusting and repugnant to Esmeralda, Pierre and Agnes. They didn’t need the attention. They didn’t need the whole city to be reminded ‘Hey, our father died,’ and have people think that they were vulnerable. Already, someone had tried to break into the house. Half asleep, Agnes had thought that it was Chip and nearly opened the window for him out of habit but then saw an unfamiliar face and blasted him right out onto the ground. She scared him off with that forcefield of hers, and then had gone back to bed like it was nothing. But the point of this was that people thought that they were some poor family. They were trying to show that they weren’t. Once all of this was over, all of the cameras following the cars, they would all be able to take a deep breath and get on with their lives.

Pierre had taken Piper’s advice. Brown. Corduroy. Black shirt beneath. Shades. Hair slightly cut but still long, just more manageable. Agnes beside him, black dress, black sunglasses. And Esmeralda, black pant suit, very unflattering, black sunglasses. All hunched together, trying to keep off the worst of the bastards with their cameras.

Agnes would go so far as to take off her glasses, stare directly into one persistent camera and gave it the finger. “We’re not fucking celebrities,” She would say, an angry wrinkle appearing above her eyebrow. “Go fuck yourselves.”

And it was live so it wasn’t able to get bleeped out on TV. It would of course go somewhat viral, ‘Daughter of Dead Captain gives F-Bomb at Funeral.’ And then there was even a hint of a smile on Pierre’s face as he pulled her away, giving the finger himself.

The in-laws were there. They were the kind of over-bearing people that one would expect of people with ‘high-standards’ who loved to brag about how they had ‘mixed race grandchildren.’ There was a reason why Esmeralda and the twins weren’t close to them. To the fact where they loved to torment each other with them. If Grandma called - or Grandmama as she liked to be called, Pierre would literally sit on his sister and hold the phone to her face so she would have to talk. Agnes would run up with the duct tape and the cellphone, wrapping the tape around his head so he couldn’t move his grandmother’s annoying voice from his ear. The little chubby couple dressed in black, getting a lot of attention and seeming to love it.

All was fine for a while. There was the casket, closed because Oogie had done a number to that man’s face to the point where he looked like a cyclops since the upper half of his face was nearly gone. An American flag over it. “He was barely even American,” Agnes would mutter to her brother. “He completely identified as French.”

“I know. We should burn the flag when we get home,” Pierre would whisper back.

The In-Laws got up to speak. Thats when even more fiasco would start. “My darling Phoebus” this, “Our great son” that. And “his beautiful ethnic wife and children.”

“Oh shut up,” Esmeralda would say, removing her sunglasses, and blinked away the bright lights that came from the photographers when they turned towards her. The old woman looked like she was choking on one of the old ass mints that was in her purse. “This is ridiculous. All of this. Come on, we’re going home.”

Pierre and Agnes would look at each other, shrug and get to their feet. But their ‘Grandpapa’ cleared his throat and tried to get the attention back to him. “I knew - you were only - using him for the - Renault - fortune.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Alright,” Esmeralda said, turning back around to face them. They weren’t expecting confrontation from that. They thought that all of these cameras protected him. “I’m the gold digger? I’m - I’m the gold digger. Okay. You can shove the fortune and the inheritance and all of that shit up your ass, you old fool.”

Another moment that would go viral. Actually, a lot of it would. The old man’s stutter. The wife fainting.

“I’m fine with not taking a dime, what about you, Pierre?” Agnes would loudly say to her brother.

“Yeah, that’s good with me.” Pierre would nod.

Esmeralda was still flustered, but she was holding her own. “I never wanted a dime from you. And neither did your son. But we took it so we could give our kids a good life. And every cent that didn’t go towards them - went to our shelters. If we didn’t take it, it would just pile and pile and you wouldn’t do a thing with it because of your apparent smart financial skills! Well - we’ll make it on our own, thank you very much.”

“Then we want everything back!” The Grandfather said, barely noticing his wife had fallen onto the ground, and an officer had come to fan her down, cool her off. “Everything-”

“You can have the bedframe back,” Agnes would say coolly. “If you don’t mind that there’s been some notches carved into it.”

“Oh fuck,” Pierre would say, and crack up, lifting the sunglasses up to the top of his head. “I mean, it’s true, I tried to tape them up before but they’re very in there.”

“Oh - forget it. Forget all of you!” Grandpapa would say. “I never want to see your faces again!”

“Fine by me!” Esmeralda would say, grab her children’s hands and teleport them out of there in magenta smoke. The coffin left untouched. The flag still laid down upon it, not yet folded and given to kin. Kind of a fitting goodbye to a guy who never appreciated his wife’s free side. Now she truly was free.

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In her purple pants suit, Piper would arrive at the Renault house. She didn’t feel right, but was trusting in Agnes this was a good idea. 

On the news there was some fan fair about honoring the loss of a cop. But, in the supernatural layer of the community, and probably the criminal community too, but Piper saw it as the supernatural folk, they were celebrating. The house she lived in was somewhere between celebrating and just not giving a shit. Everyone seemed happy and unattached to the whole thing. Piper didn’t feel any happiness about it, but her own lack of attachment to people growing up in the household that threatened him easily made it so she had no feelings about it at all whatsoever. If it wasn’t for Pierre and Agnes and Esme it wouldn’t even be on her radar, but she seemed more attached to those three than the rest of the family too, even the papas. It gave Piper a sense of caution to the emotions for the three that she already did have. Esmeralda wasn’t texting her back. She felt like she was doing something wrong there and didn’t have the capacity to understand what it was. 

But, she showed up, of all people. “Hello?” She’d say pushing through the gate hoping someone was outside, but would continue on to knock on the door.