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wingedfabray · 6 years

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home isn’t a place, it’s a person

Tagging: @infinnite, @happilyeveranders, @hautekurture, @trickstersantana, @gotmattitude, @ryderreturns, Quinn Fabray, & Jenna When: Evening, July 3rd 2018 What: A team of intrepid rescuers breaks into Boreas Park room 122. Warnings: Spiders.

Quinn: You cannot go home when the word has no definition.

Quinn’s feet stumbled over chains, her hands catching on stone as she tried to keep herself upright. Breathless and aching, she huddled herself in the arms of one of the kinder angels, it’s face set in lined tears. Home. Just go home. Where was home.

She thought of Lake George, of the rolling, tree-covered hills; her father and his scotch; her sister and their matching Christmas socks. Always remember what the heart calls home.

“No, no no no.” She held her hands to her temples, fingers twisting into her hair and tugging. There was no path home, she couldn’t find it, she’d never find it.

Somewhere on the other side of the mists, Jenna was barking. Bounding around the room, tugging at Quinn’s sleeves. She scratched at the dorm room door furiously. If she could just make it through, if she could just wake Quinn up…

Ryder left for Boreas as soon as the birds returned to him with news. 'She's locked in her room. The dog was barking and scratching at the door.' Without a care about what people thought, Ryder left Sciron at a run, bounding down the stairs until he could leave behind the building. A few birds stuck by him, but he assured them he had it in hand. They had done great work. What he needed was to get to Jenna and get into that room. He shot off a voice message to text to Blaine with what he knew.

Blaine is putting up posters near Florence Farr. He's been at it all day, sweat having made the gel come loose near his temples and ears in the July heat, and he knows what he's doing is mad. However, if someone notices and tells Blaine everything's fine, Quinn's alright, those fonts are terrible, at least he's highlighting an issue and getting something done about it. Quinn Fabray isn't a ghost in his life. She's always been there for him. Blaine will do the same for her. It's as she has said to him, "Your friendship means worlds, galaxies, the stardust that spreads across the universe. You're not a plot point to me, Blaine Anderson. If I help you, it's because I wanted to, because it fit my own narrative." That's how he feels. He wants to be in her story, and he wants her in his. They will get to happily ever after together, even if their tales won't be the same. Blaine licks his dry top lip as he pastes another poster. Kurt's helping him. His back pocket buzzes.

Kurt had his own stack of flyers to hand out. He had told Blaine about the poor font choice and illegible descriptions, however Blaine had already printed out thousands of papers. There was no turning back. Kurt passed one flyer to a nearby student and explained the situation. He noticed how tense his own jaw got when he said Quinn Fabray might be missing. Kurt didn't want to know where she was. Were there monsters like Fuchs out there, free? Kurt didn't like Quinn. They never saw eye to eye. However Quinn Fabray didn't deserve faceless monsters to fight. She deserved a worthy match like him, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Done with his stack, Kurt noticed the vibration on Blaine's pants and pulled out the phone for him. "Message for you." Kurt said, giving the phone to Blaine.

Ryder's Text: QUINN IN ROOM WITH JENNA. NO RESPONDING. MEET THERE. BREAK DOOR. RUN NOW

Just as a student is leaving the dorm, Ryder slipped between the doors. If not for the birds, he wouldn't know what floor to go to. As it was, he wasn't positive on the door. But when he listened, he could hear the whining. Ryder let out a bark to let Jenna know he had arrived. Did people just not care when a dog whined in this fucking hall?? His last meeting with Jenna hadn't gone well, but he was past the full moon now. And she had to let him help.

Finn got the info from some girls at Boreas on where Quinn was boarded. He still felt like shit 'bout that god got swag comment. Maybe it truly wasn't funny. Maybe it was one o' those tastelost jokes his mom told him not to do 'round nice company. S'what Quinn was too. Nice company. Finn left the stairs to see some dude in front of Quinn's door. "Whoa dude, who are ya?" Finn asked.

Blaine's face says it all: we need to go. Now! He puts his posters on the nearby bench and grabs Kurt's hand. "Please be okay," Blaine mutters in a loop under his breath as he runs as hard as he can. He opens up a text, sends it to Matt, Santana, Hunter, everyone who knows about Quinn's missing whereabouts. We found Quinn, please get to Boreas Park. He doesn't know how he does it (Kurt probably has helped him), but they arrive to Boreas in record time. Breathing heavy, Blaine quickly explains to a passing student to open the door for him and Kurt, and they rush up to where Quinn's room is. "Ryder!" Blaine says, expecting him. "Finn...?!" Finn, not so much.

Ryder's brow furrowed as a guy surprisingly taller than him approached. He barked his name, shook his head, and then Blaine and Kurt were there. "We need to get inside. My spells to get past locks sucks. Jenna's panicking, says Quinn's there but gone. Keeps calling for help."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at seeing Finn among them. "Finn Hudson? Why are you... ok, so the dog is inside and so is Quinn. There aren't any lock magic on the door, is there?" Kurt walked over and wished he had taken his sai. He left them at his door in Sciron Square. He looked at Quinn's door. It looked normal. "We can break it."

Jenna yipped on the other side of the door, glancing back to Quinn slumped in the circle. She shoved her nose under the crack of the door and pulled in a breath, that typical dog thing that's probably hilarious in any other situation. Help, help, help, she whined, already relieved that someone was there, someone was trying to get in.

Ryder yipped, and barked back, "We will, we're coming!" His magic circle glowed blue around his wrist so he could keep communicating with Jenna. "Stand back, get back. We have to break the door."

Another day goes by and still, there's no sign of Quinn at Grim & War. Matt is on his way back to Sciron and he wonders if maybe he shouldn't actually be worried about her. Maybe this is her way to quit without quitting, if maybe she had just found a better job. A better school, even. Somewhere safer, where curses didn't come every other day. His thoughts drift eventually, until a text from Blaine sends a jolt through his chest. If she was safe, they wouldn't need him, would they? He goes into a jog and asks around Boreas for Quinn Fabray's room, but as it turns out, there's a sizeable, loud crowd outside her room already. "What the fuck's going on?" Was that guy barking? He ignored it. "Be careful with the door! She could be in the way."

Finn knew a thing or two 'bout breaking things. Chairs, doors, expensive as fuck mirrors, hearts, all of it. "'K, I got this. Stand back!" Finn told everyone before he gave the door a running kick to dislodge the lock. He rammed his foot where the sweet spot was. The door was snapping. "Dudes! I need more power! Everyone come help push now!" Finn said to the lot.

Matt sighs. "Alright, I guess Avicenna can heal up some scratches if we hit her with the door," he says, and helps Finn push the door.

"Jenna, make sure you and Quinn are away from the door," Ryder calls again before adding his strength to pushing the door in.

Blaine winces at the sound of the wood breaking. This is NYADA property, but this is also Quinn Fabray. "Okay, let's!" Blaine rolls his sleeves up on his shirt and positions himself between the other students and the door. "On whose signal do we push?" Blaine calls out over the roll of bodies.

Kurt nodded at Matt's arrival, explaining to him quickly the situation at hand. "I'll stand watch," Kurt said. "You need one person to give passerby a death glare to keep moving, and none of you have glares down right." He watched as the boys pushed the door.

"On my signal! 3, 2, 1! Push it!" Finn yelled. He sent out his empathy out to all of 'em. << We can do this! You're strong. >> He ground his teeth and shoved as hard as he could until he felt the door give.

Blaine strains against the smooth wooden surface, feeling his shoes slip on the floors. The door's not budging; Blaine's not strong enough, isn't he? But the solid object pushing against his desperate fingertips relents, and Blaine feels himself inching forward. He feels rejuvenated, encouraged, and doubles his effort to push. He will pierce through the heavens if it means he can reach Quinn Fabray.

On Finn's signal, Matt pushes the door as hard as he can, and as he does the adrenaline must kick in, because there's a burst of energy, of strength that reminds him of fighting Yejun. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hopes he's able to catch himself when the door does give.

Kurt saw some random give them a weird, disgusted look. Normally Kurt would throw his eyes once for a flash of a second and be done with it. However today he felt powerful. He felt like telling the random person he would amount to nothing if he kept on focusing on other people's business instead of cleaning up his own life. Kurt told all of that with his eyes. The random student fled.

Once the door gives with a mighty crack, the intrepid rescuers find Quinn's dorm dark, save a circle of sigils glowing soft white on the ground. They look foreign starting large at the outer edge, shrinking in size with each circle inwards. At the center sits Quinn. She is slumped forward, her chin against her chest. hands limp in her lap. She does not respond to the crash of the door, nor to any of the voices around her. Jenna circles around the group, tugging against pant legs. Although she is unresponsive, her emotions run wild: fear, confusion, regret, and the tiniest bit of hope.

With so many others to crowd Quinn, people more qualified to heal, Ryder went to Jenna, kneeling down next to her and trying to keep her calm. "It's fine, it'll be fine," he murmurs.

"Fucking hell," Matt mutters when the door reveals Quinn. What the fuck kind of spell was she doing here? She doesn't look injured at a first glance, so he assumes this is the spell's doing, and for a fleeting moment he's frustrated at her for doing it alone. He kneels down next to her, and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Quinn? Quinn, can you hear me?"

Finn tripped forward on his feet, almost landing into the floor. Thank fuck his arms were as long as his legs but a little shorter. Finn touched the floor and kept himself up. He saw Quinn in a ring of white circles and wondered what the fuck they meant. "What the hell, dude..." Finn said and looked at the girl in what looked like deep sleep. It was anything but that though. Finn felt her emotions hit him. Mixed with the surprise-fear combo the dudes were sportin', Quinn's emotions were higher range and stronger. Finn had to grab at his own arm to keep himself grounded in his own mind and body. This was next level shit. He had to control himself and not share it with the others. He wanted to reach out to Quinn but didn't trust his powers. He didn't want to hurt her. <<Quinn, we're here. We got you.>> Finn thought.

Blaine enters the room with the rest of the team, and his eyes widen at the magic ritual in front of him. Quinn is certainly in a trance, her body's folded into a mystical pose, and the thrumming power and light around her signals something that's still going. "She's still performing a spell," Blaine explains as he gets close to try to interpret the sigils. He cannot pronounce them for he hasn't learned, but Blaine can estimate with surety it's Enochian. He tells that to the others, right as Matt touches Quinn. "Woah! Careful there," Blaine advises, but Matt doesn't seem to be affected. Since Matt's closer, Blaine asks, "How's Quinn's breathing? Any abnormalities which stick out?"

Santana hoped Quinn was just doing one of her long away travels after breaking up with Hunter, and that was the reason she didn't saw her in the livestream. But Blaine's posters and conversation about it made her want to be sure everything was alright. Like the master (or mistress) illusionist she was, she arrived under Quinn's window unnoticed, and with the BSO of ocean's 8 playing in her head during it, she sneakyly opened the window and entered the room. She expected to find either Quinn there or some clue. Not a bunch of people that she has to explain why she entered by the...oh fuck Quinn's in the floor and weird magic is going on. "What the fuck is going on here?" She asked everyone while analyzing the situation.

Quinn's chest rises and falls in an even rhythm. She does not react to Santana's super-villain, through-the-window entrance. Somewhere far off, there is some comfort. Quinn feels something like calm wash over her, allowing her to take a breath. Her hands unfold from her hair; the whispers are pushed to the background. A way home, a way home.

Blaine's eyes dart over to the window shimmying open to reveal Santana Lopez. "Santana! You made it! You saw my text!" Blaine exclaims, running over to help her through the window. He helps close the window again, in case there's a draft, or other people decide to look through to see why Quinn Fabray, esteemed bloodline witch, is in an unconscious state in the middle of her room with five guys. "Quinn's in mid-spell. It looks to be Enochian, but I can't understand the language." Blaine tells Santana. "What should we do? I think we should contact the hospital. The healers might know how to cure this. I fear if we try to intervene during Quinn's spell, there could be unintended consequences." Blaine returns to Quinn's side, looking at her face with concern. "Oh, Quinn. Come back." Blaine whispers; his chest tightens at seeing her unreadable face.

Ryder's brow furrows when Santana comes in through the window. Why didn't I think of coming in through the window? But his focus goes back to Blaine and Quinn as he explains the situation. "We shouldn't move her. Someone get Avicenna on the phone and get them here." Being in mid-spell, there were too many things that could go wrong. And then because he had nothing else to do, Ryder sent up a prayer to something he believed in: Quinn. "Come back, Q. Wherever you are, if you can hear this, come home," he thinks.

Santana reacts at Blaine's reaction nodding. "Yeah. I made it. I read the text. That's why I'm here" She didn't need help, she was a proffesional. She though of what to do to help. "Queenie, if you can hear me... I'm going to throw a glass of water over your head so you wake up. So if you don't want to, you should wake up" She warned. "I also have my spider jar~"

Kurt interrupted Santana immediately. "You don't need to use a jar of spiders." He looked at their ragtag group with curiosity, wondering their reasons to check up on Quinn. Naturally, they cared about their friend. Kurt cared about his rivalry? Investment? Discussion partner? He needed Quinn safe regardless. "Yeah, call up the hospital. Quinn, if you can hear me, you're going to be so mortified at the bedlam this caused. I feel for you." He took a photo of the scene in case the hospital had questions.

Matt shakes his head in response to Blaine’s question. “I don’t see anything. Not aside from the obvious sitting unconscious in the middle of glowing sigils,” he says, and lets go of her shoulder, somehow still trying to catch her eye. When Santana breaks in he’s alarmed for a moment, until he sees it’s her. He nods vaguely towards her, and turns back to Quinn. “Come on, Quinn. You got all those books waiting for you to sort ‘em.” A faint smile crosses his face. Maybe she can hear them, somehow. “And us. Us too.” Getting up from his spot on the floor, he gives her shoulder one last reassuring squeeze. “I’ll call Avicenna,” he says, taking his phone out.

Finn let out a loud whoa at seeing Santana crawlin' in like Ninja Gaiden. 'Fuckin' Ryu-tana.' Finn thought. He let Blaine do his thing and tried not to look too annoyed when Blaine did his thing. Blaine thought he was so smart, showin' off. Finn stood awkwardly in the middle of the guys and felt their nervous energy bounce off of each other like it was a basketball. No net, tho. "She's not doing too hot, yea." Finn grunted. Quinn's emotions were still too powerful for him to try to block. But honestly? He didn't wanna block it. Nah. He found himself getting close and softly holding her shoulder, keeping her upright. If this was what his powers were supposed to do, then why was he runnin' away from that shit? << Q. I know you're scared. I know you're confused. I know you think you made a mistake. But s'ok. A mistake gives y'the chance to fix things. A mistake doesn't mean you're alone. We're here to help.>> Finn closed his eyes and allowed himself to send his calm into Quinn while receiving her anxieties back. <<Being scared doesn't make you lesser or greater than me. We're sharing this together. Come back, Q.>> He pulled his hand back, taking in a big breath. "If they ain't comin', I'll like carry her, I carry people all the time in our games. Coach says so."

Blaine nods at what Matt says. "Ah, no, Finn, it's not necessary," Blaine responds. Who knows what could happen should they force her body to move. He shares a glance with everyone, changing his expression so it's braver. "The best we can do is pray, hope, keep her in our thoughts. Look for spells to help someone home. I'm going to hit the books tonight, but if we find a way, let's tell each other, okay?" Blaine wrings his hands nervously when Matt's call goes through.

Quinn: You cannot go home when the word has no definition.

Her feet skid to a stop in the mist-covered landscape, gold and grey and black swirls up around her calves. Above her, Eistibus towers, what could be hands wrapping around a staff.

The word has no definition.

She stops thinking about Lake George, about her father and his Scotch, her mother standing in his shadow. It’s not about the tree-covered hills, or the water as the sun goes down. It’s not about the politics, or the games.

“I can hear you. I’m listening.” She repeats the words from earlier. And suddenly, she can. The whispers around her are cut by clear voices.

I’m going to throw a glass of water over your head.

You’ve got all those books waiting for you.

Come back, Q. Come home.

I feel for you.

I know you’re scared, I know you’re confused. I know you think you made a mistake, but s’ok. We’re here to help.

Ahead of her, the mists glow a soft gold in color, every word another step. Oh. Home.

A team of Emergency Healers arrive to Boreas Park room 122 to find Quinn Fabray slumped in a circle of Enochian sigils, surrounded by friends. By a handful of the people who make up her home. It is ascertained that the circle invokes Astral Projection. An hour of carefully working through the connections in the sigils later finds Quinn on her way to Avicenna, still unconscious.

The sigils still glow on her dorm room floor, but, just possibly, they seem to be growing fainter.

#paras #p: home isnt a place #infinnite #happilyeveranders #hautekurture #trickstersantana #gotmattitude #ryderreturns

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aquaevans · 6 years

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To See You Again || Syder F2F

Sam: [usually felt peace when he was sitting by the pool at Undique. But that peace had left him a long time ago. Now when he looked into the water, he wondered what was left of the beauty for him to be even a part of. He could remember the first time he ever hung out with Ryder, it was here. They both just had fun, getting to know each other as friends. Aether, they had been through so much together. Sam even loved him at one point. Still did? But time had passed. He had done harm. Ryder was different. Even online, he could tell there was a difference. He was still so scared to see the look on his face once he saw the truth. But in atoning for his sins, he had to talk about it. Even with the people he didn't want to cause pain. Closing his eyes, Sam pretended he was back on a beach in Mexico where happiness radiated off him and he was still...Sam. But when he opened his eyes, he knew the truth and he turned his gaze just as he saw a familiar figure.] Hi.

#f2f: ryder #f2f: to see you again #ryderreturns

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wildevvitch · 6 years

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[PM] Way to write yourself to the top of that list, Wilde. Pretty obvious you made it yourself.

{pm ; sent} Immorty, you haven’t forgotten how to type! Looks like your zombie brain is still working. Eww, as if I’d refer to Sister Quinn like that. We’re related, you sicko, tyvm.

#{pm. ryder}#{pm. all}#{ryder. all}#tw: incest #cw: slurs #cw: racism #ryderreturns

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hautekurture · 6 years

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ryderreturns replied to your photoset “models & outfits for the fashion show july 13-15, 2018. the theme is...”

This looks awesome, man! Thanks for helping with the walking thing. Didn't know shit before the lesson

What matters is how you apply it tonight! You can do this. You’re a fierce bitch, Ryder Lynn. Tell yourself that loudly before you walk.

#ryderreturns #ref: dashboard #dash: ryder lynn

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thecooperanderson-blog1 · 6 years

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[Private Message] Arrived this morning. I've got what I need. And I'll keep our deal. Thanks. -RL

[PM] I saw. I read what you wrote online. All the paperwork is correct? Aza always does a good job.

[PM] I’ll keep an eye on you. Don’t get in trouble.

#c: ryder #i: replies #ryderreturns

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ryderreturns · 6 years

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@ryderreturns: This dude loved being held

ellnaturae: Oh my god, I wanna hold him too! :0 Can I?

littlefaerose: What a handsome guy! (You too, Ry. I guess. :P)

#t: photos

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classicallyclarington · 6 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#para: ryder #para: elliott #tw: slavery #tw: alcoholism

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💐 🐾 💨 Flora, Fauna, Farts 💨 🐾 💐

“Are you still the same Ryder who was annoyingly persistent in becoming my best friend? The one who cared about animals and his friends and trying to make the world a better place?”

“Yeah, I’m still annoyingly persistent. And right now, I’d give anything to be your best friend again. I really want to be that guy. I think I am, most of the time.”

“Ryder, my best friend. What is happening here? Don’t you remember? Marley, you, and me? Flora, Fauna, Farts? I’m Farts. Come on dude. I was there when you spilled your heart out to Marley.”

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#ooc #ryderreturns #littlefaerose #stimboard

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[PM] Hey, if you don't have plans, do you want to get dinner together at the caf or something?

[pm] Yeah. I'm free. Dinner time at C&C?

#ryderreturns #c: ryder #i: text

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alyricalberry · 6 years

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First Fight || Rychel ft. Santana

Who: @alyricalberry, @ryderreturns and @trickstersantana

When: Monday, October 15, 2018

Where: Undique Stadium

What: Ryder and Rachel try their first ever non-tournament duel as SP. As usual, Rachel gets her butt kicked.

Warnings: None.

Ryder basically had a new friend with how often he signed into Undique to use the training rooms. As much as he could be friends with a person he said 'hey' to before moving on with his day. He really needed to get to know Sharon better. She seemed like she had a rich backstory. "I know you're here to help out - but don't go messing with Rachel during this," he asked Santana as they reached the room. "Just let us train, please." He looked over to Rachel already waiting. "Hey," he called, taking out his Grimoire to summon King. "Do you mind if Santana watches? She's got strategy down to an art."

Rachel waved at Ryder when she saw him. She took a deep breath when she saw Santana but decided to let it go. Maybe having Santana there wouldn't be terrible. "Of course, as long as she's here only to help and not to cast illusions on me. Again," she said pointedly. She pulled out her own grimoire to summon Barbra. She knew the lion had been itching to get out and do something. While Rachel was still getting used to having a familiar, especially one that took up so much space, she figured she should be letting her out and training with her. And this was as good a time as any to do it. "This is Barbra, by the way," she told Ryder. "So, what do you want to focus on today? Offensive spells, or combination attacks or...?"

Santana pretended to be offended. "Me? Messing with Rachel? Never" She started laughing, but then saw what Rachel was wearing, and she was very gay in that moment. "Yeah. Watching. Strategy. Oh my my you got all pretty to train!" She says with a smile. Santana stared at the lion. "You got yourself a big cat and called it your own name, amazing, Barbarita One." She says, and went to sit on a bench to enjoy the show. "Make it entertaining, guys!" She requested.

All of Ryder's focus jumped out the window and ran down the hall screaming, KITTY! when he saw the lioness. His magic circle lit up around his wrist as he set down his bag and knelt in front of her. "Hi Barbra," he greeted. Man, he hadn't talked to a lion in forever! "Wow, you are fierce." Before he could ask how long she'd been with Rachel, King stepped in and poked Ryder's back with the end of his antler. 'Focus, Ryder.' "Oh," he said, standing back up and clearing his throat back to human English. "Sorry. Anyways, I was thinking we could work on offensive spells and getting more in touch with fighting with these two."

Rachel couldn’t help but blush at Santana’s compliment. She shook it off immediately to glare at her, though. “I didn’t name her after me. I named after a Broadway and cinema icon, Santana,” she told her. Barbra let out a purr when Ryder bent down in front of her. Nice of you to notice she told him, nuzzling his hand. “She likes attention,” Rachel hummed, patting Barbra’s head. “I think that sounds great. Barbra doesn’t have much fighting experience, so it’ll be good for all of us. Let’s get started,” she said, leading their group to the centre of the training room. “Should we focus on our elemental magic? Fire and water are going to be interesting together.”

Ryder was definitely going to ask Barbra to hang out after. "Yeah, that sounds good. We can try to get around the weakness of going up against each other," he nodded, following after her to the middle. King stood beside him. Looking over to Santana, he thought back to her notes the other day and nodded to himself. "Alright, let's go." He started drawing up water from the pool underneath, gathering it around his fists. "I'll dry you off after," he promised before shooting out his first water cannon.

Ryder: 1d7 +4 = (7)+3 = 10

Rachel: 1d7 +1 = (6)+1 = 7

Rachel smirked at Ryder’s words. She knew they had to practice their affinities but she hated getting wet. When Ryder summoned his water canon, Rachel activated her magic circle and said Evaporate, sending a blast of fire towards the jet. It managed to evaporate most of the water, but a decent amount landed on her and Barbra, who let out a loud roar at the splash of water. “Good one,” Rachel told Ryder before sending another blast of fire towards him.

Rachel: 1d7 +1 = (1)+1 = 2

Ryder: 1d7 +3 = (2)+3 = 5

Santana was observing, resisting the urgue to comment something. She would wait two more attacks.

Ryder smiled, "Thanks." As her next attack came, Ryder brought up a wall of water to block the fire blast. He pushed through and sent a punch to Rachel's stomach before moving back again. "You gotta channel an attack through Barbra," he said. King moved around to stand behind Rachel and Barbra. He gathered up more water and sent it to channel through King, turning it into a whirlpool that grew smaller and smaller to slice into Rachel and Barbra.

Ryder: 1d7+4 = (3)+4 = 7

Rachel: 1d7+1 = (1)+1 = 2

Rachel nodded at Ryder’s instruction, but she slipped in the whirlpool before she could even throw up a shield to protect her and Barbra. She directed Barbra to go stand beside Ryder and sent her fire through Barbra, Barbra roaring as the fire went to evaporate Ryder’s next water spell.

Rachel: 1d7+1 = (4)+1 = 5

Ryder: 1d7 +3 = (5)+3 = 8

Ryder and King let go of the whirlpool to crash into Rachel and Barbra. He was almost distracted by the lion, but managed to jump back out of the way of the flames. He sent a wave of water to crash over the women before stepping back. "Santana? Got advice?"

Santana facepalms at Rachel's ridiculous spectacle. "Yes, Ryder, I have advice" She looks at Rachel "Barbarita por favor!" She had defeated Santana once, she had to maintain the reputation. "Why don't you do your shields? They're super annoying! He's kicking your ass when you could be winning this!"

Rachel groaned when her spell failed. She tossed her wet hair behind her shoulder and focused, ignoring Santana. She had to focus on her offensive magic, not her shields. She could make this work. She switched tactics. She cleared her throat and started singing Don’t Rain On My Parade. She nodded at Barbra who let out another loud roar that sent a sound burst right at Ryder.

Rachel: 1d7 +2 = (1)+2 = 3

Ryder: 1d7 +3 = (2)+3 = 5

Ryder felt a little bad when he saw Rachel completely soaked, but then he remembered fighting beside her in the streets of New York. They had to do more for each other, help each other become stronger. So he ran forward and did a baseball slide across the floor to knock Rachel down.

Rachel yelped when Ryder bumped into her. She caught herself before she could completely fall over and stood back up. She wrapped her hand around her necklace and activated it, starting to sing Primadona Girl by Marina and The Diamonds, a musical force field surrounding her and Barbra only.

Rachel: 1d7+1 = (1)+1 = 2

Ryder: 1d7 +3 = (2)+3 = 5

Ryder watched the force field build around the two of them. King tried to join in on the singing, but it just sounds like his normal scream. Left on his own for the attack, Ryder gathers up water to cover both of his fists and steps forward to shoot another cannon blast until the shield is blown apart. "Do you give up? Or are we still going?" he asked before he tried another attack.

Rachel smiled triumphantly as her shield protected her from the next water blast. “Of course we’re still going. I’m having fun,” she told him with a smirk. She sent Barbra behind Ryder again and had her roar another sound bubble right at his chest, continuing Primadona Girl where she’d left off

Rachel: 1d7+1 = (4)+1 = 5

Ryder turned to look at King who looked back at him and blink/winked. "Alright," he said. This time, King moved to stand in front of Ryder as they both turned to face Barbra. Ryder channeled his magic through King as the elk began charging toward the lioness.

Ryder: 2d7 +3 = (3+6)+3 = 12

Barbra let out another roar, this time more to defend herself when the elk charged towards her. Rachel sighed. Clearly this wasn't working. She could feel her energy slowly ebb away after each attack. "Okay, okay. Ryder, I can't do this. I need to heal a little," she told him. "Maybe we can try this again another day? I'll prepare more for next time,"

Ryder called off the attack as soon as Rachel spoke up. "Okay," he said, keeping himself from apologizing. This was what they had met for after all. "Yeah, let's train again next time we can. We can try out our necklaces too." He looked down at his watch and cursed. "Shit, I gotta get to work. King," he said, taking out his Grimoire to call King back to the Aether. "Oh and Dry," he added to dry all of them off. After giving Rachel a quick hug and sending some finger guns to Santana, Ryder started for the door. "Thanks, Rach. You too, my dude! Later!"

#para: first fight #ryderreturns #trickstersantana

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