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youjustgotzizes · 5 years ago

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[PARA] Nine Nine One

Who: Lauren @alyricalberry Location: Undique Stadium Time: 16 August 2019 Summary: Lauren and Rachel are SP and they reunite for the first time to train and chat and show their powers and decide their code word uwu Triggers/Notes: Ghosts, dead people

Rachel had no idea what to expect from her training session with Lauren Zizes. She only knew what she'd seen online about the girl. She didn't even really know what her magic was about, what her skills were other than running multiple blogs. But that was also exciting to Rachel. It was nice to have an SP again. Rachel at least hoped that this would work out. She got to Undique first and waited for a bit before she saw Lauren walk in. "Lauren hi!" she said excitedly. "We should probably start by choosing our codeword so we can summon each other. Is there anything you'd think would work well?"

Lauren had a lot of things to do instead of wasting her time on this, but she figured that she could cut it it out fast so in the future it would be the less inconvenient to her. She took her gym clothes on a bag just in case, and Reneesme insisted to come. She glanded at the big transparent octopus hanging on and moving its tentacles. Her homework forced companion greet her. "Hi" she responded back without animosity. "No. Don't call me. Let's do this the bare minimun the school asks for. I don't want to be here more than 1 hour."

Rachel frowned. "Lauren, I get the feeling you don't take this seriously. Being in a socius pactum is a serious thing. We have to be able to count on each and rely on each other. The first part is that we need to be able to summon each other when we need to if one of us is in trouble," she told her. "We don't have to be here long, but we do need to decide on a code word and train a little bit so we can see how our powers interact with each other. Can you do that?"

Lauren nodded. "You know why? Because is not serious. I didn't came here to 'count' on people. If I'm in trouble, I won't call you. I'll call the cardines or 991." She was here to stop a wedding and to met the love of her life. This didn't help in any of that. "That's our code word. 911. My powers don't want to interact with y-" The old man that only she could see started to try to touch Rachel's hair. "D̡̳͔o̹͓̺ ͙̞̩y̱̞̣o̗͓̕u̜̩ ̹w͓a̴͇͖n͔̬̯t̼̪̀ ̬̗̣t͏̹̱e̸̱̩a̛͖̗ ̟͙̀a͟ǹ̩͍d̟̬̀ ͉͙͓c̶̯̲o̰͍̺o͓̖͙k̖̼͝ie̼̟̹s̛̞̩?̰̙̘" He says, but she doubts Rachel would hear anything, except maybe feel a sudden chill. Lauren looked unimpressed.

Rachel was going to snap back at Lauren when a chill suddenly ran over her. She almost felt like something was... touching her hair? But there was nothing there. Rachel took a step to the side to get away from the cold feeling. "Great, 911 is our code word. That's a good start. But we have to be able to fight together too, Lauren. Can't we just try? What kind of magic are you strongest at? I'm best with abjuration."

Lauren glared at the old man, expecting him to explain to her wich one was abjuration. The old man look at her with his empty eyes, not giving any answer. "Why do we have to fight together?" She had her wrestling days, but she could see the girl in front of her wasn't going to wrestle. She was asking about what kind of magic. What kind. Lauren was supposed to be the magic one. "Do you know wrestling?"

Rachel shrugged. "I... well, there's been a lot going on in the world lately, as I'm sure you've noticed. This whole socius thing is to help us better protect each other, I guess?" she told Lauren. "If something bad happens again, we can team up together to protect each other. I think that's why they're making us do this. But to be able to protect each other we have to make our magic work together," she added. "I don't know wrestling, no. But I'm a fast learner, if that's part of your magic?"

"In what world I would call you for help when I can call Cooper Anderson?"Lauren asks. "Not in this one." Lauren noticed a bit of doubt on Rachel's. "You think?" She thinks that's the real motive of doing this, but she doesn't sounds sure. "If something bad happends: run. Call the police. I'm a writer not a bodyguard." The octopus get out of her bag while slowly approaching Rachel. "No. It's just wrestling. I'm a medium." She was frankly not interesed in Rachel's magic. "Look. Let's do this. I invite you to my party at my dorm this saturday, all hot people coming, and you don't bother me more about this."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "The Cardines aren't always there when you need them. Nor are they usually reliable at all," she told her. Rachel was going to give up. Frankly, Lauren kept fighting her on the training question and it didn't seem all that worth it. But, if there was something Rachel Barbra Berry never did, it was give up. She had a flash of an idea and smirked at her socius. "Fine, how about we decide this way: a coinflip. If I win, you train with me. If you win, we don't train." Of course that wouldn't be an issue. Rachel always had luck on her side.

Lauren is offended, but her voice only sounds slighly angrier than before. "Excuse me, did you said the cardines aren't reliable?" Apart from 'Do you even know about Cooper Anderson', did this girl expected a college student was going to be more reliable? She picks up a coin. "Heads, I'll leave without training. Tails, you leave without a fight." She says, throwing the coin the the air.

Rachel raised a brow. “Yes, I did. I’ve had my fair share of run-ins with them to confidently say that,” she said. Rachel bit her lip at Lauren’s bet. She probably thought she was going to win this without training, but Rachel had a trick up her sleeve. “Sounds like a deal,” she said, watching as Lauren threw the coin in the air. She focused her luck magic just on the little coin. She made it so that the coin fell right on its side. It teetered for a second, looking like it was going to fall one way or another. And then, it stayed straight up, not falling on heads or tails. Rachel looked up at Lauren with a smirk. “Looks like we’re having a fight.”

Lauren reflected on her own words and annoyance. Rachel wasn't completelly off. It was true that everytime she called the cardines, asking for the most handsome one to come, they never brought Cooper. That's the exact definition of not being reliable. Now, this girl said she spend a lot of time with the cardines. That picked her interest. "Are you a criminal? Have you ever been arrested by Cooper Anderson?" She wanted to ask what she had to do to be so lucky. She even regretted the win-win coin situation, noe thst she knew Rachel had information, but when she looked down, the coin was on an almost impossible position. "This can't be...it must be fate." Lauren whispers. This was clearly a sign. A sign, showing her the way to her true love Cooper Anderson. And Alyrical Berry was goibg to be her fairy god mother guide. "Looks like it. You can start." She didn't know anything about magic fights and she figures Rachel was going to be her mentor figure on all this.

Rachel frowned. “No, I’m not a criminal. I’ve just... run into the cardines often,” she said. She was sure Lauren would have been angrier about the outcome of the coin flip, so she was shocked when Lauren told her to go ahead. “Okay, then. Let’s do this. We’ll just do warm-ups so we can see how our magic works together,” she said. She summoned her magic circle and started singing the classic <<Don’t Rain on My Parade>>. She figured a small sound bubble would be the best way to start.

@Rachel Barbra Berry Corcoran 🌟🦁: 1d7+1

Rachel attack Lauren + affinity advantage = (2)+1 = 3

t!8ball Can you show her my magic?

| My sources say no, Lauren.

@Lauren 13/13: 1d6 -1

Lauren counter against Rachel's attack = (2) -1 = 1

Lauren insist. "Why?" She wasn't going to let this one go. "Wich Cardines? Anyone in particular?" She knew half of the cardines of New York by name already for how many times she called. They also knew her by name. At first she was a little defensive about Rachel. Lauren knew a bit about her when she searched some information to vote. She knew Rachel had a main character story, and Lauren didn't like that. But she was a mere victim of internal misogyny that pit women against each other. They weren't rivals. Rachel was her to teach Lauren, as her own headcanon told her. Now, she could admit. "I never actually properly fought with my magic. Sometimes I had to fight, but..." She shrug. Probably her ways weren't the ways Rachel expected. Ghosts weren't reliable as her fists. Alyrical started singing, and the wave of sound hit Lauren. The noise give her a headache like no sound made by the living ever made her feel. "That hurts!" She complains. "Are you one of those strict abusive teachers that show their cruel methods were actually good in the end?" She deadpan asks. Then she tries to show her powers. She looks at the old man she can only see. "Can you show her my magic?" She asks, empowering the old man. He smiles, but he doesn't do anything else. The rascal probably planned to keep this energy to do whatever other thing he wanted to do. "He says no."

Rachel shook her head. "No, no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I just thought you'd defend yourself. I'm sorry," she said. "Who says no?" she asked with a frown. "You said you're a medium. How does that work, exactly?" she asked.

Lauren noticed how Rachel tried to dodge the cardine question. "You're trying to dodge the cardine question. Do you work with them? Have you meet Cooper Anderson?" Lauren looked at her bag, trying to find some pills for headache pain. "Do you assume people can defend themselves of sound? Then sound pollution won't be a problem. Duh" She sees the octopus in the ground, poking her with its tentacles. "(Ask more clearly.)" The voice of Reneesme tells her. Another voice only she can hear. Lauren tries again. "I talk with the earthbound spirits. Can you show Rachel who you are and what you want?" She casts again, her magic circle pointing at the letters forming the question.

t!8ball Can you show Rachel who you are and what you want?

| Don't count on it, Lauren.

/r 1d6 -1 +1 #Attack to Rachel with +1 for familiar

@Lauren 13/13🐙2🎲+2:

1d6 -1 +1

Attack to Rachel with +1 for familiar = (1) -1 +1 = 1

Rachel frowned. “I... I don’t work with the Cardines. I’ve met Cooper a couple times in class, but that’s it. Why are you so interested?” She asked. “There are ways to defend yoursef from sound attacks, trust me. I can show you once I know what your powers are,” she told her. She watched as Lauren cast her spell and had her magic circle waiting to counterattack, should anything happen. She waited and watched, her head tilting when nothing happened. “Are the spirits supposed to materialize?” She asked.

Lauren knew Rachel was hiding something. Maybe something that would need to be revealed on later chapters of her life. But still, she was impatient. "You said you encountered the Cardines a lot. And that they aren't capable. Where did you met them? You never met Cooper working as one? We're just destinied to be together." She casually mentions. The dead was always bothering her, except when she actually wanted them to do something. "They don't materialize. They act. But they do whatever they want to do. It's like trying to tell children to listen." She looks at the old smiling man. "I don't need you. I can get better. But you can't." She says, taking her phone to record the sound around. She points at Rachel's feet, as his beloved would do."This place is haunted." She informs, and her magic circle shines. The spot where Rachel is cursed now, as it attracts spirits. She can see other spirits aproaching them. Most of them young adults, but the old man gets closer. They aproach where Rachel is. There are 5 of them now. She wouldn't be able to notice anything, but she won't feel safe there.

“Yes, well, a lot of weird stuff has happened in my three years at NYADA. The Cardines interfered. Like every time the doors attacked us, all the Saltus disasters. The Cardines have gotten involved every time. That’s all I meant,” Rachel told Lauren. She watched as Lauren cast her spell. She looked around, trying to see what would happen. All she could feel was an uneasy feeling encroach on her. It was like someone had poured cold water down her back, but so much worse. She activated her shield to try to protect herself. She knew it was the spirits, even if she couldn’t see them. The feeling she bad was still horrible. Hopefully the shield would help./r 1d7+1-1 #counterattack to Lauren

@Rachel Barbra Berry Corcoran 🌟🦁:

1d7+1-1

counterattack to Lauren = (5)+1-1 = 5

Lauren wonders why Rachel talks as she knows what she's talking about. Is just like when she talks with the spirits. Everyone of them is cryptic and is like they expect her to do all the work of understanding what they mean. She is not for it. "Are you always this non-explicative? Did Cooper got involved?" She didn't really care about anything else. "Now, Can anyone of you show this girl the proof of your existence?" She asks the ghosts.

@|Lauren 13/13🐙2🎲+2:

1d6 -1

= (2) -1 = 1

t!8ball Can anyone of you show this girl the proof of your existence?

| Don't count on it, Lauren.

“Yes, he was involved, I guess? Why are you so interested in Cooper?” Rachel asked, looking around her as the sense of unease grew. “We need to focus on our magic. Cooper and the Cardines don’t matter,” she said, clearing her throat. She was still maintaining her shield, but it was becoming difficult. She could feel herself trembling, goosebumps forming on her arms. She sent out a blast from her shield, hoping it would... stop the spirits? She didn’t even know what she was trying to do, she was just gripped with fear.

@Rachel Barbra Berry Corcoran 🌟🦁:

1d7+1-2

a real counterattack this time lol = (5)+1-2 = 4

Lauren is really dissapointed in everyone wasting her time asking question that can be solved glancing at her blog for one second. "I told you. We're fated to be together. You are witnessing a story of True Love." She slightly smiles for once. But her expressionless face quickly returns. "I don't care about our anything. I'm here for Cooper. And you are going to be my ally." She informs Rachel. She recieved another wave of noise and pain. "Agh. You still haven't told me how to defend myself of these things." She can't really hold out much longer. "Can anyone shut her up?" She casts, touching her forehead with one hand.

@|Lauren 13/13🐙2🎲+2:

1d6 -1

It can't fucking be another bad roll ok = (5) -1 = 4

t!8ball Can anyone shut her up?

| Yes, Lauren.

One of the ghosts puts her hand over Rachel's mouth, and firmly grasp it.Ooc. You cant see it but u can sense it!!

Rachel didn't even know what Lauren was talking about anymore. She could barely concentrate as the sense of dread grew to an almost unbearable level. And then she felt something grasp her mouth. She screamed—or at least tried to. She dropped her shield, unable to maintain it anymore. She stepped forward, trying to get away from the spirit. She flailed her arms at Lauren, hopefully communicating clearly that she wanted her to call off the spirit.

Lauren takes Reneesme to put it on the bag. "Finally they do something. She's saying she doesn't like the noise you make." She tells Rachel. "I don't control them. They're free spirits." But the power to affect the living should wear off on that girl what was shutting Rachel's mouth. Lauren magic worked on the tiny space, or in the old man, but the one acting didn't have the energy Lauren gave the spirits. Lauren liked her, and she talk with her later. Discover her name and her goals. "I'm done with this. We had our fight. Don't summon me. I'll summon you if I need you. If you want training, it will be you teaching me. I'm a first year and you are at your third. Bring hot people to the party. Bye." She says, leaving the place haunted. It will vanish someday. Or not. She'll move it away if she needs to.

#alyricalberry #nimtraining #para: rachel #chara: rachel #chapter 3

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xottzot · 8 years ago

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2017-4(APR)-29-Saturday. in despair

I've taken up smoking.

It's the healthy responsible thing to do for everyone, especially children and babies included. And any non-smokers are not only encouraged to smoke, they are forced to smoke no matter what. It's entirely legal. It's been entirely decided. So has thieving.

There's no need to remain alive for anything.

What actually is happening is that EVERY morning, I awake to this hovel and outside AND INSIDE being filled with bushfire smoke.

Forget about being cautious about fires in Australia because the authorities here are constantly setting fire and burning vast tracts of land and filling the air that you breath with choking smoke. And if that's not bad enough, it makes other people dd to it all by lighting and burnng their own fires. And they do it also by burning literally rubbish in their backyards, plastic...any foul thing you can think of they set fire to and make terrible acrid smoke which joins in with the other smoke. If it doesn't want to burn, or is not burning quick enough to their liking, then throw petrol on it and force it to burn......

My bed smells of smoke. My clothes smell like smoke. Sam & Max their coats smell like smoke. Often they sneeze because of the smoke. Just as I sneeze too from the smoke. I wake up every day to massive headaches. Headaches that doctors are stumped by and shake their heads at and keep trying evermore 'new' ineffectual means to control. And they look at me and think I'm a liar. Which I have never been and are not. I have become a rarity because I speak the truth about things.

In seasons wet or dry, (it is still bone dry), there's a huge pall of smoke outside every morning now, and of course it creeps into this hovel and fills it up so that it stays in this hovel all day. There is no wind. All the conditions they state which are perfect to set fire to everything. The same conditions that make it impossible for the stench of burning rubbish to blow away. And so this hovel fills with that stench.

It creates terrible headaches. And so I am forced to take painkillers for that. And whenever I go to the doctors to get painkiller prescriptions renewed, the doctors all ask, "Do you smoke?", and I always answer truthfully, "No, I don't smoke.", and they always reply, "Good, good. You don't want to be doing that."

But I AM smoking, and smoking heavily just by being alive. Just by breathing in this stench as I sleep literally, and whenever I am awake.

My eyes are stinging, my throat is burning.

And whenever someone in the public dares to ever complain about the smoke, authorities every time get vicious at them and declare, 'We MUST burn off vast tractcs of land to prevent vast tracts of land burning up when bushfires happen.'

In the NEWS, there's stories to divert your attention away from the fact of fires and terrible smoke where I am.....such as 'oh we discovered some flowers that look like Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny DeVito! We'e going to name them in their honour!"

Did the named duo discover them? - Nope. - Somobody simply decided the plants 'look' like the two people. - Yes really, it's actual NEWS.

And one picture had the backgrund of a burnt-out black area devoid of all life except for the plants. (they changed the photo soon enough)

West Australian authorities have, from whatever reasons in past history, caused houses, infrastructure, and even entire towns to be burned down in their fervent zeal to burn all the bush around.....to stop it from being burned down.

'It's better to burn down under our 'control', rather that it to be burn uncontrollably and for peoples lives to put at risk.', they constantly intone and is their mantra.

And then they threaten you by saying, "You wouldn't want your house to burn up in a fire would you!?", and you of course correctly answer, "No.", and thy retort, "See!? So go away and shut the hell up and let us do what we want."

Any illness or ailments you have are exacerbated by smoke, and the smoke of neighbours getting into the bandwagon and burning foul rubbish they don't want to be dicovered putting into rubbish bins. And so they add to the burnnig and foul stench.

And then there are the aboriginal kids, young school-aged kids that should be in classrooms but never are, and they openly just walk around these streets of this hellhole smoking cigarettes and anything else they can scavenge from off the road and footpaths. And if they can't find any, they steal them. I see them all the time now about this hellhole. They have already seen they can do anyhing they like, and so they constantly keep trying more and more.

And they then go onto booze. Alcohol of any means, of any type they can get their hands on. Any type they can steal.

And the 'latest' fad that has been around this helhole for many years is to wander around (just like all the aboriginals do) with a plastic softdrink bottle. But whether the bottle ever contain softdrink or water can never be determined because who's going to be checking for that? (I've had to clean up rubbish from this hellhole, even my own yard, and the stench of booze that's been in it the bottles is overpowering and sickening and makes me want to vomit everytime.)

And the filthy creatures they are, they throw the empty bottles anywhere, ANYWHERE they want, they throw them into innocent peoples yards. They literally hurl them into peoples yards in this hellhole.

The newest residents next door to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD had their front yard being the recipient of plastic bottles from the very first days they had arrived to live there. And still more keep appearing on and in their yard no matter how many they pick up and put into their rubbish bins.

Long ago it used to glass bottles. But glass bottles could be collected and handed in for money (coins), and the more that was collected, the more money could be made. Authorities got rid of all that. Now there is nothing like that anymore. - Now you are supposd to just collect all that glass refuse and hand it over for it to be recycled but you are not paid for it. The same goes for all rubbish.

Sometimes the aboriginals will scavenge up empty plastic bottles from the roads and yards of others, not to keep things nice and clean or teh environment (which they supposedly hold so dear) but because they want to use the bottles themselves, whether it's to re-fill thwm with booze they can (and do) openly drink in the streets or to drink from anywhere else. And if there's softdrink in it they can mix it with strong alcohol. And kids drink that too.

The 'stolen generation', a term once used to describe an official policy decades ago whereby 'at risk' children were snatched by authorities and then foisted upon foster parents is once again active. It actually never went away. And once more its making NEWS. And the aboriginals are very upset by it all.

They are demanding that authorities do EVERYTHING the aboriginals want, even stating that it is their rights to drink heavily and to smoke heavily. They state that that is legal. They try to associate 'traditional' values to filthy habits of self-destruction. And the authorities are getting more and more compliant. There are inumerable politicans and officials who couldn't care lss about anything or anyone, and those values they insist upon everyone else whilst at the same time lying about being so 'caring' about it all.

Politicans raise money by having everything taxed, even plastic bottles. Politicians hate somebody else making money when instead they could have it to themsleves, hence taxes upon everything, that most people try to asume don't exist, or they'll state they are so small, so why should it matter? -- And that's also why the used glass bottle collector men are no longer existing. All that glass just goes into rubbish bins (or is smashed all about) so that can go off elsewhere and make somebody else money.

South Australia was (and I don't know if it still is), the last place in Australia to have the 'returns policy' in effect so that people could get money from bottle returns. It kept strests clear of broken glass, the money was used by anyone on eremely low incoomes to grovel about and have a chance to earn some money, just like it did all across Ausralia. And which used to be worldwide. This was why there was the usual 'deposit' on a drink bottle was always being stated, often imprinted on the bottle or can itself. Do you even rememeber that? Nobody does anymore in this hellhole. It doesnt exist.

There often would be NEWS items of social groups, charities, small clubs, who had ben collecting bottles and cans and proudly 'making money',and they would be using that money to fund things of imoprtance, including public importance. -- Not anymore. All that stopped.

Now countless worthy organisations are always fincially fading away, being abuptly cut off, told they had to go because they coudl not be financed, or could be afforded. And there is always the bullshit propaganda promises of ''We're goibg to beging start of 'X' that we (hope) will be able to make 'X' organisation more sustainable and actually will make it better and grow to further the good work that 'X' has been doing....blah blah blah'

But those in power had long ago decided they wanted to rort every sytem they could to detroy it and pocket whetver money they could out of it all which at the same time made everything worse, NOT better. -- And that is how everything is today, and is accepted as being 'normal' and 'expected'. - Constant 'experiments' start, and fail, then eventually come back again and again with the the same failed results and always the same excuses and promises.

The criminals revel in such a foetid environment. And that engenders all the shitheads to do likewise.

And the aboriginals who have always been criminal they remain criminal, and they grow worse, whilst all and everyone else who is honest and caring suffers.

And so you have children and small ones, becoming smoking adicts, and alcohol addicts, and crime is high and ever rising and escalating, and it all feeds in on itself.

And as always, as soon any authorities then tries to reign in control, they fail.

Apparently now Australia is being a victim of the drug 'meth'. And as always, those meth addicts ARE the ones causing so much trouble and turmoil along with everything else.

And there is the usual bullshit methodology employed, 'think of the little ones!', and so the authoritoes are once more 'taking' children away from families. But those childen are already long-gone, addicts themselves anor criminals.

It's been stated in the NEWS that those children are the babies of addicts, and affected by alcohol even before they are born and afterwards because of their mothers who are addicts. The fathers are always semingly non-existent in such affairs. But they are born from addicted 'parents', grow up in an environment of addicted 'parents' and relations, and they adopt criminal ways to continue it all and on and on it goes.

And once more, as always, there are the 'grandparents' who are supposedly so pure and immune from it all and are so many times the unofficial foster parents of kids. It's those foster parents can also be addicts of everything, but they may not even be related. And whomever adopts the children is then brought down by the insane actions of the feral children who are also addicts in their own rights.

And if you ARE innocent and dare to complain about any crime, YOU are then pounced upon by authorities and Police and all manner of associate groups who blame YOU for their woes in trying to deal with anything.

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I am feeling VERY cold. I was very cold IN bed. I will not get warm all today.

Perhaps I should just light a fire and houehold rubbish rather than put it into a rubbish bin? And maybe I should just burn the plastic rubbish bin itself and add to all the foetid smoke in the air? Why not? Everyone else is doing it.

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Despair.

Utter despair.

P@8:18am--29-April-2017---I love you Fliss and want to be with you.

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