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Weirder Stuff is a Trinity Continuum game using an re-imagined version of our AWS setting. In Weirder Stuff (henceforth WS) you will play a teenage high school student caught up in the weird happenings and mysteries in the northern Montana town of Shelly. The characters will begin play as normal humans and will have the opportunity to develop into either Talents or Psions. This is primarily a Modern setting with Thriller, Sci Fi, and Supernatural components.

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Weirder Stuff is a Trinity Continuum game using an re-imagined version of our AWS setting. While we will be using the Trinity Continuum Rules (also called the Story Path System) we will be using none of the published setting. Any material I introduce from the published setting will be adapted to our setting and does not imply that the two universes co-exist. As far as we are concerned WS is a self contained Universe.

In Weirder Stuff (henceforth WS) you will play a teenage high school student caught up in the weird happenings and mysteries in the northern Montana town of Shelly. It is a modern setting which will run in a concurrent time line to our own reality i.e. the year is 2019, the president is Trump, Avengers End Game made a billion bucks in its first week, and so on. The game is loosely inspired by Netflix's Stranger Things, the teen dramas of the CW Network, and of course our own canceled Aberrant Weirder Stuff game.

**WARNING: While the game features teens it is an adult game with adult themes of horror, sci-fi, and high school. Consider it rated R to NC-17.**

The game is set in the small town of Shelly Montana. The town is a Fictionalized version of Shelby Montana which can be googled (  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shelby,_Montana   Map https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shelby,_Montana  ). If you want to know something about Shelly, and I am not available, you can look it up and see it for the most part at the Shelby website. I will note in a setting post any concrete differences and changes I make. The general public are not aware of the strange things going on in this area of the state, although if your a nerd and google every weird thing in the world there are stories of... well weird stuff happening, some of which are true.

While the characters are human, this is a game using the Trinity Continuum rules and will feature both Talents and Psions. Talents ( The Inspired from classic Adventure RPG) have always been around and there is no special classification or even understanding that they are anything more than lucky or skilled persons. For all intents and purposes Talents are just people who are good at what they do, maybe even exceptional.

Psions on the other hand are an unknown. Knowledge and understanding of Psioncs in the world of WS is just like it is in our real world, an unproven pseudo-science which is more often ridiculed than taken seriously, a staple of science fiction stories, the subject of hoaxes and charlatans running money grabbing schemes. There are those who think it is real and those who don't and then there are those who want to make it real and to use it for their own purposes. To date in the world of WS there has never been a Documented, Verified instance of actual Psionic activity.

Characters while starting off as normal human can become either Talented or eventually Psionic. Psionic characters will use a some what modified version of the Psion rules found in Trinity Continuum Aeon the modifications to those rules will be detailed later.

I wish to be clear about something, while this game is obviously an iteration of the former AWS game, it is not a continuation of that game nor is it a remake per se. It takes what I had wanted that game to be and has re imagined it into what I hope will be a better and more satisfying experience for all of us. But let me be clear, WS is not AWS. Even though there will be and are similarities with AWS, they are not the same. Internally as far as WS is concerned AWS does not exist. It is not an alternate world, it is not a story written by one of the current characters, it is not a program Sean is working on for a game. As far as WS is concerned AWS isn't a thing.

Characters based on the Original AWS Characters are welcome as are new characters. Those based on the AWS characters may have to alter some of their background to better fit into the new setting but the changes required will not be drastic.

We will be using the new Trinity Continuum Core and the Trinity Continuum: Aeon books. No other published material will be used by you the players although I as Story Teller may use some material adapted from the 1st Edition of Trinity, Aberrant, or Adventure or other non Trinity resources. In some instances I may make these additional resources available to some or all of you as the story demands.


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  2. The distraction was proving more than he could handle. After showering and throwing his laundry into the washer, Jason had tended to his hothouse, spending a good hour wandering the rows of flowering plants, testing soil pH and nitrogen levels, before giving a brief examination to the tiny kitchen garden plot he'd recently planted for fresh herbs. As the last of the day's light faded into evening he'd roamed back into the house, grabbed a book and settled down on the porch to read "A Romance of the Three Kingdoms." At least, that had been the plan, but without some necessary task to busy himself with he found his mind's eye drifting from the epic prose detailing a turbulent period in Chinese history and dwelling instead on pale ivory skin, stained with rose and dusted with flecks of bronze. He'd frowned as he'd caught onto the disruption of his focus, a certain wry amusement warring with the sensation of unease similar to that he'd noted when he had become aware of the sheer physical draw Autumn had possessed following that first passionate kiss. That temptation to abandonment, the sheer strength of the struggle against his normally insurmountable - or so he'd assumed it to be - Will had been concerning. And then, later, he had lost all sense of Self - surrendered it, in fact. And yet, the notion didn't trouble him as much as it should, when he considered the memory of desire-darkened blue eyes and kiss-reddened lips breathing his name... Jase sighed, setting aside the book as he realised he'd once more drifted. Rising from the porch bench, he paced a little, stopping at the rail and gazing in the direction in which lay, he knew, downtown Shelly. And the Old Town Hall. Which Cassandra and Autumn would be investigating tonight. And why should they not? Both girls were capable. They had uncovered Cook's kidnapping of Etienne, had found their own way down into the Project's underground facility without aid from anyone else. Between Cassandra's clairsentient gift and Autumn's ability to detect and influence biology, as well as their more practical skills, they should be fine. Just fine. "Fuck." Jason swore softly, unusually agitated. Autumn was capable. She wasn't helpless or lacking in wit or bravery. But Cassie's description of the monster Cody had become was not a pleasant image. And yet... To insist on being present, to insist on protecting Autumn, was that to imply a lack of trust in her own ability? Of course it wasn't, he told himself as he paced back and forth. It was a natural desire, to protect that which you cared for. He'd felt similarly, albeit less strongly about it back when Cass and Autumn had announced their scouting mission, before the revelations of Friday evening, before that first kiss... Only now the feeling was more urgent, as was the sense that if something did happen, he would be too far away to help. It was frustrating, and it was easy to isolate that the simple significant difference was that now, Autumn was more than a friend. Possessiveness? Care? Or just a strong desire to keep her healthy and well so that he could experience more sensation with her? All three, he decided, letting out a snort of self-directed wry amusement. Scooping up his book, he moved back indoors, past the kitchen where his dad and Hank were drinking beers and bickering over their chess game and upstairs, to flop back onto his bed and stare at the ceiling. Obviously reading was out right now, with the memory of her so strong and demanding in his mind. He could practically feel her weight against his arm and her breath tickling his skin as she rested her head on his shoulder, could smell her hair and the warmth of her skin... This was, putting it mildly, crazy. He, who prided himself on his Will and focus, to be affected by another person in this way. Witchcraft! It has to be! he mused ironically, amused at the way that such feelings -and they were feelings - seemed to bypass his icy self-control. He closed his eyes, attempting to focus, to clear his mind and to walk the hallways of his memory palace so that he could set things in order- -and found himself back beside the campfire on Friday evening, feeling the warm silken glide of Autumn's skin against his, the press of her lips and teeth against his neck as her hips undulated- "Shit." he groaned quietly as his eyes shot open. He sat up, staring at the far wall as though the blank paintwork would provide a solution. "Shit." he said again, with more feeling. He wasn't going to quit. He would get this distraction under control. He would process the memories and perfectly recalled sensations, and store them somewhere in his memory palace where they would not be able to break out and wreak havoc on his focus. His wry self-observation noted that the processing would probably call for several cold showers. It was going to be a long night.
  3. Early Saturday Evening, The Bannon Farm "Here he comes." Hank said to Gar without looking up from the chessboard, taking a thoughtful sip of beer as the growl of the Charger's V8 filled the air. "$20 bucks." he added with a wry grin before essaying a hesitant knight move. "Sure." Gar's response was swift, both verbally and on the board as he shifted a pawn with a click before sitting back, leaving his friend scowling as he tried to spot the new pattern. "Why'd I ask you to teach me this game again?" Hank complained as the kitchen door opened and Jason breezed in, humming something under his breath. Hank shot Jase's father a meaningful smirk, but Gar just patiently tapped the edge of the chessboard as he looked at his son. "Have a good time?" he asked as Jason, noticing the chessboard on the kitchen table, grabbed a glass of water and came over to study the game. Keen pale icy green eyes examined the board for an instant before moving to Gar's inquisitive stare. "Yes." Jason nodded, a faint smile on his lips as he also noted the opened pizza boxes. "You two?" "Oh, we got the machinery tuned up. And one of the Sons has a patented soil mixture he's going to share with us for grow beds. Apparently he can get a single tomato plant to yield close to a hundred and fifty tomatoes." Gar explained, Jason's expression changing to one of interest. "I'm thinking when you get the time you can check it out, see what you think." "Sure." Jason nodded, grabbing a slice from the open box nearest to him. "Might be something I can use for my hothouse. Provided there's no long term toxicity effects..." "So what did you guys get up to?" Hank asked with a smirk that could not be more obvious. Jason sighed around a mouthful of pizza, chewed, and swallowed. "We cleared up the camp site, swam in the creek, cooked on an open fire, went hiking and climbing, and then her mom invited me to stay for dinner." Jase's stare was unwavering as he met Hank's eyes. "Also, you're about to lose your king's bishop." He appended as he got up from the table. "Is that all?" Hank asked the slender young man's back as he went to refill his water glass. "No." Was all Jase answered as he left the room. Gar stared, then looked back at Hank as the ex-Marine crowed triumphantly and held out his hand. Muttering, Gar dug a twenty out of his pocket and slapped it into Hank's palm, then got up from the table. "Jase?" The utterance of his name brought the young genius up short as he ascended the stairs. Half-turning, he looked back down at his father's expression of earnest concern. Gar paused, considering. This would have been a difficult conversation even with a normal teenage boy, but the shining chips of green ice glimmering from the shadows of the staircase were calm and intent. "Were you, uh, careful?" "Yes. In fact, because I didn't have condoms, we held off from going the whole distance." Jason answered with a shrug. "I'll likely be going to get some on Monday." "Oh." Gar reflected that, on the whole, it was better than only one side of the conversation feel awkward, right? "So... Look, I'm not an expert or anything, but if you need someone to talk to..." His voice trailed off. Of course his son didn't need anyone to talk to. "I mean... Uh, Autumn's a really nice girl." he said, feeling helpless in the face of that calm, expectant stare. "She is." Jason nodded, then paused and studied his father's expression intently before appearing to make a decision and turning, coming back down the stairs to sit on one of the bottom-most, his face level with Gar's. "It's very new for me, this sensation. Very intense. It's distracting and odd to me, and hard to control." He admitted, regarding his father. "And it just happened, too. We were talking, and then... Fwoosh." "Fwoosh?" Gar echoed, sitting next to his son and musing that it was strange that the same self-possession that made Jase so daunting at times also made some conversations far, far easier. Jason nodded, smiling faintly. "Fwoosh." he repeated. "It was like... I had a similar moment with Marissa once but she drew back, so the spark didn't catch fire. But Autumn didn't draw back - I went to kiss her and she kissed me." "Right." Gar nodded, trying to set aside the discomfort of the conversation and focus on being a father. "Well, I guess it's a good thing, right? This fwoosh?" He smiled a little as Jason nodded soberly. "It feels very good. Just... it also feels like a LOT." "Yeah, it can." Gar chuckled softly. "It definitely can, with some women. But that's good, Jase. That's living right. Your mother..." He paused, taking a breath and letting it out. Jason looked at him, studying his father's face and eyes, a blind man still with an imperfect knowledge of Braiile. "Your mother made me feel that way. Like I was the center of a star." He gave a soft snort of laughter. "Yeah, fwoosh indeed." "Do you regret that?" Jason asked, eyes narrowing. His father shook his head sadly. "I regret that she left us. I wonder why she did it. But I'm not going to regret loving her, not anymore." Gar said slowly, his hazel eyes distant. "I did, for awhile. But I know she cared about me, kiddo. You can't fake the fwoosh." he added with a nudge. "Did you ever upset or hurt mom?" Jason asked softly, his gaze pensive. "I ask because Autumn's mom asked what I would do if I hurt her without meaning to." "Oh, we had some rows." Gar nodded. "Worst was before we were engaged. She was a strong-willed woman, and didn't like to talk about where she came from or her family. That bothered me a bit, so I pressed, and she up and dumped me." "What did you do?" "I apologised." Gar said with a smile. "With a lot of flowers, right there in her college classroom in front of everyone. I tried to get a buddy of mine to play a guitar so I could serenade her, but in retrospect that would have probably made it worse. I apologised, and told her I didn't care about her past, and that I only cared about being in her future." "But your curiousity was natural." Jason stated. "She could have been hiding something dangerous to you." "I chose to trust that, if there was something that could hurt me, she'd care about me enough to tell me." Gar replied quietly. "And if I couldn't trust her that much? Well, then I had no business saying I loved her." He looked at Jason's thoughtful expression and smiled a little. "I'm glad you had fun this weekend, Jase. Are you and Autumn dating, now?" "Yes." Jason nodded, eyes still deep in thought. "She's agreed to come to Homecoming with me. And we'll probably be dating a little before that, too. If we can stop kissing each other long enough." he added with a sly grin. Gar coughed, the cough turning into a laugh. "Christ, son! That is too much information." He nudged Jase, smiling, and stood. "I'm going to get back to the chess game before Hank eats the pieces." "I heard that!" Hank called from the kitchen. "I know!" Gar shot back, grinning as Jason, still thoughtful, stood and moved up the stairs. He glanced up at the lean shape of the youth as it eclipsed the stair light, and hoped that, whatever was going on inside the expanses of Jason's mind, it was not beyond his baffling son's ability to handle.
  4. "Who'd have thought you'd give me valuable life advice?" he smiled "Then again, I have lived here in Montana my whole life. You haven't. You've got experiences I can only imagine. One day I will leave, there's no Baseball teams in Montana, but there are times when yeah, I realize I don't really know how things work beyond this place.. It's all pretty simple here, even going to bigger cities here.." "I bet that's another reason you see the need to stir the pot. You found it all pretty damn boring, didn't you Devin?" Devin was still eating, and Cade smiled. "It's a Fellowship not a secret society. No decoder rings, no catchphrase, though "What the hell?" is probably in the running at this point. As for me standing up and you backing me up in your own way, I'd expect no less. Blind obedience is for the Military, and the goal here for all of us isn't just to beat the Dark and survive, but to survive and live our lives how we want afterwards. I know I don't want to be some pawn of the military, or society, or whatever the hell else is out there. I can't imagine anyone else does, though I could see your sister setting out to take them over." "That's my end goal for the group, to get everyone out alive and free." He took up another burger, and began to eat.
  5. As Max walked away they continued their conversation. Cade chewed his first bite and noticed Devin smirking at his burger bun. The sesame seeds on it were scrapped off in the shape of a heart. Cade shook his head. "How do you do that?" Devin laughed silently. "One minute you two are insulting each other and she's picking on you for being in high school, and she puts hearts on your burger? he's like twenty-seven, Dev." "Twenty four." Devin smirked, taking a bit of pride that Cade was taking notice in his skill at flirtation. "She live here in Shelly with her mother, in the summer she enjoys taking time with friends to drive down to Nevada and party in the desert at a couple of concerts they throw out there each year. She a hundred and twenty seven pounds, her measurements are thirty-eight double D, twenty-seven, thirty-four, and yes, they're real. She has blue eyes, and she's a Gemini. She doesn't drink or smoke, surprisingly and enjoys reading and, get this, knitting. She can knit. Blew my mind." Cade could only laugh as Devin dropped the knowledge. "Alright, I'll bite. How do you know all that?" "Because, yes, I flirt, but I do something way more important than just flirt, I listen. See, being a douche is... just being a douche. Whether she's sixteen and goes to school with us, or she's twenty-four and works here, when you take the time to throw a smile, flirt a bit, make it humorous and pleasant... and before you know it, you've made her laugh. Then next time to you talk, ask something, tell her something about you, flirt a bit more. Most important thing though, is to listen and remember. A hottie like Maxine, adores the fact that I can honestly remember what color her eyes are. You think most guys come in here to look at her eyes? I know I'm never going to get anywhere with her. I'm not her type, I'm too young, yadda, yadda... that's why she scrapes the hearts for me, to tell me that I never have a chance, but she loves me anyways for being the annoying fucker that I am because I make the work day fun for her. A little witty and verbal sparring." "I say that to say this: yes. If you stood up to lead I would follow you, in my own way." He picked apart his burger as the few months Cade had really gotten to know Devin (sort of) he noticed the kid was the pickiest of eaters. His cheeseburger had to be plain with no condiments or veggies and Ma knew that so she always made sure the burger was fully assembled for him, just to spite him. "You say some epiclly stupid shit like 'let's blow up a bridge', then no. I'll assume your on that dumb shit Jason grows and challenge your call. I'd follow any of you into Hell, because if this keeps up, that looks like our next stop." He took a bite and chewed, mumbling something with a mouthful of burger. He didn't catch a word of it, but Devin was very passionate about the words. He swallowed and took a sip of his drink. "Let me try that again... I'm not saying you have to be the leader, or that we even need one. I'm saying that we are in this together. If were going to fight demons and possibly die, then I want the people I'm with to have something to say about it. Don't keep all the ideas to yourself because those could be the ideas that could have saved a life, and don't tell me you don't have ideas, because that's total B.S.. They'll listen to you, Cade, because you're Superman. You have a black belt in wrestling bears, knowledge of automatic weapons, you're expert marksman and archer, and are more an army of one than most veteran Army guys. You're the kind of guy who people like us, regular teenagers, can look up to. You know shit, bro, we'd trust your tactical input and knowledge of warmongering. In the mean time, until we get our shit together, I suppose I can try to keep this jackhole secret society we have going from falling completely apart. Think about that while a take a bite from this tasty burger."
  6. Cade sighed. "Yeah okay fair enough man. I won't press the issue further. We don't get alot of time to live normal lives, and I won't infringe on yours. The offer's there though. I don't have all the answers, I never will. I'll be there to listen should you want to talk, or hang out." Max brought their orders, and left, and Cade knew she was expecting a nice tip, what with all they ordered. When she'd left, he dug in. Abit later, after the first burger, he nodded. "You call for leadership, I know you won't back Jason, you're convinced the others won't follow you. Why do yo think they'll listen to me, Devin? Would you actually listen, if I made a call and stuck to it? " He took a bite of another burger waiting for the answer. Leading in sports wasn't life and death, and that was all he'd done until now. This, if he was to do it, he'd have to know he had their trust.
  7. "Well, if that's true, then the opposite is also true: if you do things with the expectation of forgiveness, then it should be granted. Either way, I have more important things to worry about than being buddy-buddy with you plebs. In the beginning, like at the party, sure man, I was all about trying to set shit right in my life, I mean, I could have really hurt Chet and Marissa and I were and ,still are, on a hell of a downward spiral." "But now?" He lazily shrugged his arms and shook his head. No matter how many times he thought about it or even said it out loud, he couldn't seem to wrap his head around the fact that all of this was real and actually happening. Were they put her to defeat The Dark? Were their abilities a product of them being an opposing force to The Dark and without it to battle them, would they lose their Shine? "We have this Dark thing to deal with so I don't really have a lot of time for hand holding and skipping through the magic gardens of whatever turbo-homo, soccer practice land of rainbows, sunshine and waifu sex pillows that you're pulling all that 'friendship is glitter and love' bullshit you're spewing." "I get that you're trying to help, and I appreciate it," he said after he paused to sigh. "I know how friendship works, my mom has a PhD in Behavioral Science," which until now Cade had absolutely no idea Devin's mother possessed a Doctorates in anything except being smoking hot. "But we get, maybe, one day a week that isn't filled with something or other trying to kill us. We spend that day relaxing, but we don't do it together. We all have lives and others we would rather spend that time with right now and frankly, making and building up friendships isn't in the cards right now. The group needs some form of leadership, but they're not going to follow me and we don't have time to build up that trust. For everything we figure out, now more problem drops into our lap."
  8. The petite redhead half-gasped, inhaling her companion’s breath in doing so, yet did not recoil, and time seemed to slow for a short second of uncertainty. Courtney could both feel and sense doubt in Kat’s reaction, but the very reason Kat chose to follow Courtney out of Bunnee’s swept it away, as the slender teen shifted her weight to one arm, moving a timid but delicate hand to the naked shoulder of the other girl. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss with piqued curiosity, exploring the shape of her lips with her own. Courtney’s mouth slightly curved into a triumphant grin as she pressed on, her palm cupping the thinly clad pixie’s cheek. She folded her legs to sit up, freeing her other hand to brush it up against Kat’s nape and slowly tilt her head backwards, and tossed a leg across the French girl’s waist, setting her knees on each side while her fingers ran along Kat’s neck and shoulder blade, summoning shivers in their wake. At this point, Kat needed to remember how to breathe, her heart racing and stealing way too much oxygen from her lungs, and as she softly broke off the kiss and opened her now fairly bloodshot eyes, she didn’t regret the sight of the crimson-haired beauty haloed by the sun who was towering her, staring at her with hungry eyes. She was in for all of it. She had been bad at catching the hints, even if she pinned that on the weed, and as she was about to voice her comment, a voracious kiss sent it into oblivion, lighting up some -if not many- red lights in the petite redhead’s mind while she laced her arms around Courtney’s neck. That’s Bannon’s regular weed. The high was doing a formidable job at keeping her breathless, as an unstoppable flow of sensory input overflowed the teen’s frail focus and blew her mind - the cherry scent of Courtney’s cherry-red lipstick as she bit on her upper lip, the floral aroma, jumbled with fruity sweetness, of her skin as her mouth trailed on her cheek, pecking here and there, mingling with the intoxicating smell of strawberry her hair released as it brushed on Kat’s nose, while Courtney’s warm lips explored her jawline, then her neck, extorting a rattling sough of gusto from the petite redhead, who buried her nose in the crimson mane, drunkenly and avidly breathing its smell. Kat’s fingers hardened on the cheerleader’s shoulder as she pulled herself closer, feeling white teeth playing with the skin of her neck, and a shiver ran along the spine of the petite redhead, feeling much like a prey being toyed with by a predator, followed by Courtney’s fingertips, dancing up the alignment of vertebrae until they stopped on the clip of her bra. Click. The sound bounced and echoed throughout Kat’s buzzing jungle-mind, and black bra joined blouse, jacket, blue jeans and sand-grey booties on the floor as Courtney pressed on her assault on the smaller teen with an impish grin, a scrupulously manicured nail tracing the outline of the tattoo on Kat’s shoulder, quickly followed by lips burning with expectation, pecking on the small dots of ink darker than midnight, in contrast with pale skin in desperate need for more sun - and more caresses. A rasping sigh lost itself in the sudden cooler breeze picking up, unable to smother the warm embers awakening in the petite redhead’s innards, as Courtney’s mouth began moving lower and lower while her hands did their magic, riding up the slender teen’s ribs, brushing against the soft and mellow skin of her humble breasts and wringing another appreciative groan inside Kat’s throat. A firm hand slowly pushed her back to lay down, two brown eyes locked into hers, glistening with hunger - Kat could hear the beating sound of her blood pulsing to her temples, could feel the heat slowly invading her cheeks, the soft fabric of the blanked under her back, the long forgotten feeling of someone else’s hands on her skin. A familiar face, framed with short and dark hair, flashed in her mind, and for a split second, she felt ashamed, then scolded herself. Why should I care about an ungrateful demanding asshole ? The thought shattered, replaced by something more raw, commanding she gave her attention to the Now. The touch felt electric, violently soft, Courtney’s lips blowing a short, smooth kiss to the tip of her nipple, causing the svelte French girl to inhale sharply, her chest heaving as her mouth opened in a silent gasp. That… was new… Take that, Erwann. And then it came back, again, and Kat ran a hand into the cheerleader’s hair, gently pulling her head closer as if asking for more. The cherry-red lips parted on the mellow, pale skin of her breast, and a mischievous tongue darted, nimbly flicking on her pink, erect tit, coaxing a doleful moan from the petite redhead, before venturing on her sternum. Courtney’s hands were roaming around Kat’s ribs, her fingers tracing the intricate lines of the Celtic patterns, so dark that they seemed to drink the sunlight. The soft caresses left shivers in their wake, hands dancing on skin in a sort of back and forth strangely mimicked by the petite redhead’s pelvis. As Courtney’s tongue traced a burning line to her collarbone, Kat lifted a knee to push on her buttocks, cupping her cheek with a hand and lacing the other arm around her back, and planted a fierce kiss on her mouth, rolling on the blanket to gain the high ground, her grey eyes darkened with lust and mischief drawing a wry smile on the crimson-haired beauty’s features. The latter didn’t expect this playful show of strength from the svelte French girl, whose body was beginning to adapt to the rough - at least in her eyes - training she endured every morning. Kat’s breathing was sharpening, matching the pace of her beating heart supplying the heat necessary to ignore the now cooler temperature of the evening. The sun was now close to the horizon, and the occasional breeze running across the area had turned into a mild but constant flow, playing with the coral locks falling before Kat’s eyes as she bent over the gorgeous body laying below hers. The petite redhead blew them off without a thought, picking another soft kiss from Courtney’s cherry-red lips. She thrilled when the other girl’s hands locked onto her waist, pulling her closer, and then began, in turn, exploring her companion’s skin, with lips reddened by kisses - and lipstick - and shivering hands, slipping those under the strap of Courtney’s red bra and pulling them off her shoulders, her mouth following the faint mark they left till it reached her breasts, venturing near her cleavage then backing off towards her neck, her lips, stretched by an excited grin, landing there a humored peck. She could feel the vibration of Courtney’s soft whimper of protest in her throat, could not ignore the warmth of the arms laced around her waist, pulling her closer and closer till her chest was pressed to the other girl’s, and a third time, she voraciously pressed her mouth onto Courtney’s, while the scent of her skin once again blew her mind in a colorful blast of floral aromas. She timidly poked Courtney’s lips with a flick of her tongue, as if asking for right of way, her breath spreading its warmth in a silent but excited giggle, and the snug barrier opened, greeting the intruder with renewed interest, Courtney’s tongue suddenly leading a heated dance while her arms released their lock around the petite redhead’s chest to get rid of the bra straps, one of her hands then sliding down Kat’s back to rest on her buttocks while the other began brushing against her belly as Kat broke off the intense kiss and took a deep breath. Delicate fingers caressed around her ombilic in concentric circles, going lower, and lower, surreptitiously sliding inside her panties, inch by inch, kindling the aroused heat overrunning the slender teen’s whole body. Kat’s stomach suddenly produced a malcontent growl, depicting how much she lusted for the crimson-haired beauty, but also reminding her that weed generally made people hungry for food. This had the effect of a cold shower on her, and the sudden change in her expression startled the cheerleader, whose fingers stopped at the very boundaries of the petite redhead’s forbidden fruit. Courtney raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Kat swore in French, and reached for her jacket, pulling herself out of Courtney’s warm embrace, and fishing her phone out. “Fuck !” She swore again, noticing the hour. “I’m. SO. Late ! My dad’s gonna kill me.” A wicked giggle chimed in her back, and she glared at the gorgeous beauty staring at her, resting on her elbow with her bra pulled down around her belly. “Oh, that is adorable.” A mischievous smile crossed the cheerleader’s features as she watched the petite redhead dressing up as fast as she could while letting go of a profusion of profanities that would make a French sailor turn pale. She sat down and adjusted her own bra, before grabbing her blouse with a frustrated sigh. A few moments later, both of them were dressed, and Courtney was slowly walking back to the car, the blanket now rolled and folded under her arm. “Hey, Kitty, I’ll drive you home.” She offered the slender teen who followed her with worry painted on her face and apparent lipstick marks on her lips. “Thanks…” The petite redhead replied, rubbing the back of her head while heading towards the passenger door, her jacket thrown over her left shoulder. “Your dad’s gonna look at you funny if you don’t do something for these,” Courtney pointed at Kat’s lips and shot her an impish grin, and a warm pink flushed the French girl’s cheeks, who grabbed a tissue and her phone from her jacket, and tried making the obvious less obvious, after sitting in the car. The Senior high school cheerleader closed the trunk, and took a couple strides, reaching the driver seat. An awkward silence floated between the two young women, broke an instant later by the taller redhead. “Hey, that was fun !” Courtney gave her a warm smile, her eyes studying Kat’s face. The statement lingered on the petite redhead, who was thinking about what had just happened, and drew a faint smile on her lips, stirring up something warm in her chest, slight reminder of the intense heat that had driven her crazy a couple moments ago. She glanced at Courtney, her grey eyes shining with appreciation and her cheeks still flushed with a charming pink, in contrast with her pale carnation. “Yeah, that was fun !” As the engine started, a wider grin stretched Kat’s lips as she added : “Guess now I know where to look for weed…” Another wicked giggle echoed through the nearby woods as the car made its way towards town.
  9. Cade shot Sean his "Really?" stare, and shrugged. "At this point that doesn't even sound that strange." He chuckled. "Having the hologram tech would be cool, Set up an actual danger room to train in safely, that'd be pretty sweet." He modded, and quickly folded it back down to fit in the backpack, and he brought it to Sean. "Thanks for looking into this Sean. It'll be nice to have something to defend myself with that's better than a fire extinguisher." "Multidimensional extended range instant communications... " Cade was letting a little of his own nerd out. "That would all be damn cool."
  10. "That's just how most people are Devin. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that. Eventually though, people come around. You have been better, Devin. That's part of why I'm here. I see you trying to change, to be a better person, in your own way than you were. Everyone else sees it too man. Not just you, but Marissa too. We're all in this together." He sighed. "One of the cornerstones of friendship is unrequited Commitment. You don't do things for a friend because you expect them to be reciprocated. It's great to be able to count on your friends being there to help you, but that's not what makes you friends. If you only help them to get them to help you, you're just using each other. It has to be more than that." Cade looked and caught Devin's gaze. "For what it's worth, I trust you Devin. You've had my back, I've got yours. If you need help with something, just ask. If I can help, I'll do whatever I can do.
  11. "Nothing can prepare you for feeling trapped and helpless." He replied calmly. "I can't prepare you, because you've never been there. You've always had mommy and daddy fawning all over you. Same with the rest of you, except Jason who never feels anything, so talking 'feelings' with him is utterly pointless." Devin raised his hand to pause Cade as the large teen loaded a rebuttal. "Let me finish." "It was the same for me too. Emjay and I are spoiled, we both know it, but in the time I was there all my attitude, money, and expensive toys didn't mean a damn thing. In the spans of time I had to stop and rest, all I could think was 'I'm going to die here, and no one except Marissa is going to care. Our parents are horrible at their job and made us into horrible people. I have no friends... I mean, that was it, dude. No more Devin and it dawned on me that that is how it for all of us... one day, we're just, gone... and no one cares. I deal with problems on my own because Emjay has enough of her own, I'm her brother, I'm supposed to look out for her, always have." Devin shrugged and as Max passed them carrying food for another table in a skillful balancing act in her arms. He offered up a flirtatious wink and a 'how you doin'' nod to her to which she replied with a smirk and a shake of her head. After she delivered the food to the other patrons she walked past the boy's table again on her way back to the kitchen, flicking Devin in the side of the head as she passed him. The young man smirked, flailing a hand at her that would have smacked her leg but she was too quick for him, this time. "I'm at a crossroads, I guess. I'm trying to fix myself, be better than the jerk I was, that I know I was," His straw danced in his soda glass as he speared for ice cubes some more. "But it doesn't exactly come with an instruction manual. I'm lost, confused... I guess? I don't know. I mean, you do something nice for someone and they just shrug and expect you to do it again, they don't care, but, you treat them like crap and never forget it and whine a bitch about it the rest of their lives. I mean, come on, get over it people. I have."
  12. Cade shook his head. "Alot more went on at that first training session than that Devin. Just because you weren't there, don't assume we did nothing but have fun." Cade's tone was abit defensive. "We actually learned a fair bit, or at least the others did. That's where Sean learned about his abilities, and where we learned that we can synch up and attune ourselves with each other to expand our abilities." He sighed. Max came over, and Took their orders, and Cade inwardly winced, feeding two teenage guys wasn't cheap, especially when they both seemed to be starving. When Max left again, he continued. He looked out the window before looking back to Devin. "Cassie wouldn't even know she had powers were it not for that session, it let her break past her barriers that were keeping her from what she can do, so don't denigrate the effort everyone put in." "As to everyone not liking you, I think that's unfair. We don't really know you. Yeah some of that is on us, some of that's on you. I'm at least willing to try to get to know you. Not the way you present yourself in front of everyone, yeah you can be a snarky ass with issues, you've got that on lock. Honestly I get enough of that at school. Is that really how you want to be seen by the rest of us though? I don't think so man. Be you man." He sat there having taken one of the napkins, and he was actually folding it over and over. Before too long he set it on the table, a pretty good origami crane, considering it was made from a napkin in a diner. "You say everyone at school looks to me, you want to know why I'm not stepping up to lead, to herd these cats. I don't see myself as a leader. I never have. Playing baseball, running Track, they call me team Captain, and I got the job because nobody wanted it. I do what I can in those situations to be a good example. I give everything I've got to the team." He looked down. "It isn't like that with the Fellowship. I never lead the party, I was content to play at the Center, to be the one who can be depended on, who is reliable to a fault. Now with all this going on, I admit, I'm abit jealous of what some of you can do. You've got pretty much one of the coolest powers ever. I'd say I feel like the team's Hawkeye more than Captain America. I haven't felt like a leader, because I don't feel qualified." He finished off his drink, and sighed. "We're all scared, probably even Jason too. None of us knows how this is going to play out, and we're all trying to live normal lives while we deal with weirdness we have to deal with. As for you and Sean, you need to work that out. You can't just expect him to forget and forgive everything in the name of expediency man. Would you honestly if the roles were reversed?" "You say you aren't the sort to be a leader, but here you are. You've already said your worry is how to protect everyone else, That's something a leader worries about. Yeah, I worry about everyone too, so I get the irony in me saying that, but it keeps you up. What you've experienced, and how you know we're not ready to experience it. You're so convinced we aren't ready, that we won't be able to handle it, and yet What have you done to help us get ready? We can't get ready for something we know nothing about. Share your experiences with us, help us to understand, and then we can actually work towards hopefully ensuring we won't have to face it, but if we do, that we'll be at least somewhat ready for it."
  13. Sean sat at the table once more, eyeing the assault rifle. "Not much to do left, except to set you up with a responder tag so you can actually use the damned thing. Unless you want to go with deactivating that system entirely." He took a sip of his Pepsi, his nose scrunching up as it had gotten warm with they'd tested the taser rounds and Cade recovered. He gestured with the nearly empty can at the firearm and the magazines sitting on the table next to them. "Not much to check on the rest of the ammo. Bullets that go through things and people and other bullets that go through things and people better." Sean stood back up and started collecting the plates and empty cans, arching a brow up at his much taller friend. "I don't want to say it's aliens... but. It's aliens." He felt a little bad not revealing everything, but Cass had given some cover with her meeting at school. "You heard what Cass was saying. They must've gotten their hands on some sort of advanced or alien tech, and reversed engineered some of it to help them make stuff like this, that sweet, so sweet, holography tech at we saw at - or rather under - the hospital, the radio from the trailer and who knows what else. Totally aliens." Sean nodded back to one of the converted stalls of the renovated barn he used as a workshop. "Let's see what we can do to get you set up with your new Halo Assault Rifle. Also, maybe pack it back into the gym back, in case someone else drops by unexpectedly, hmm?"
  14. "Reduce the stress? See a doctor? Cade," Devin leaned in, resting his arms on the table. "Something spent four hours in the Thunder, hunting me and trying to kill me and where were you guys? Not forty eight hours before that something else almost tore my leg off. What am I going to tell your mom, huh? 'Oh, hey, the reason I can't sleep is because I was out battling interdimensional demons with your son and almost died. A couple times. So, how's life going for you?' I'm sure that will roll over well." "This is why I don't bring shit up to you guys, besides all of us barely knowing each other, and everyone still not really liking me all that much, you guys listen, but you don't hear anything. You talk, but you don't say anything. I mean, where are you when the team needs a leader? Because I've been stepping up to do my best and I think we can all agree it's only a matter a time before Autumn and Cassie are wearing less, making out more, the world is in ruins and there's fire everywhere. I am not the kind if guy you want running the show. The school looks up to you, bro, so where are you when the team needs you?" He wasn't drinking, just playing with his straw and poking at the ice in his cup with it. Whether it was his sister at home, or Cade here, Devin was never the best at communicating his problems to others. He didn't think anyone could him with them, so he always thrived to handle them himself. "I have problems, I know I do. This shit is affecting me and I'm scared. I jump at shadows, I hate being alone, and I don't think you or the rest of the team can help me. You guys don't relate. You don't actually understand what's wrong with me, but I do and 'go see a doctor' or popping a few Tylenol PMs really aren't gonna cut it. I survived four hours in the Thunder alone, I can handle this alone too. Enjoy all your dating and weekend outings, I'll handle things on me own." "Jason is on a short fuse, so it's only a matter of time before he kills for pleasure or sport. The group training was 'airplanes' in the yard. Sean and I don't talk. You don't seem to really be involved unless there's something to shoot. Cassie is about as effectual as spit balls, so I don't see how she's going to battle this thing. Autumn will be too stoned to even realize what's going on. Charlie... I don't even know and my sister? She's definitely going to drive you all to either kill her, or yourselves, at some point. I vote you kill her, so I can have her room. It has the nicer closet." He shook his head and finally took a drink from his soda. "Dude. We are so screwed. And here I am thinking I can somehow protect you guys. When I say it out loud, I know there's no way I can help a single one of you."
  15. Cade did just what he said and listened, and there were some valid points. He'd asked himself some of the same questions, but had no real answer for it, certainly nothing that would help in this situation. "Nah man, nothing quite like that. I figured maybe you just wanted to talk to someone without being judged. Maybe some of of the group don't see things as so dangerous, I mean hell Kat just sorta got thrown in the deep end, but I think you're wrong. We all know how serious this is. We've all faced danger, had those guards actually gotten a shot off, I think any of us would have been seriously hurt. Perhaps not the same extreme you have, and yes, it sounds like that's had more effect than you've let on to us. No one's backed down from it though. That might be foolish, I mean we are all just a bunch of teenagers with attitude. Almost dying, yeah that'd scare the hell out of anyone. I think most cops, most soldiers will tell you they all face that fear, but they master it. They have to, or they can't do their jobs. We're not soldiers or cops, but we're going to have to do so too. " He took a sip of his drink. "You are right, it isn't fair. We didn't do anything to deserve what's happening now, but our choices are deal with this ourselves, or wait and let the Dark hunt us down . As much as I want to believe leaving Shelly will make our friends who moved safe, I know that can only hold true while the Dark is focused on us, here. I won't presume to speak for anyone else, but I'd prefer to fight the Dark, even with the limited means I have to do so." "You looked like Rambo in that raid, like you were going to be perfectly at home with a weapon in hand, and ready to use it. Before that, with the shotgun..." It was surprising that Devin had picked up on that, and Cade admit to himself it was true. "Yeah, i have always hunted, and I'm familiar with firearms, but I do admit Since all this started, I have gotten to be a better shot, and just more comfortable than I already was. It's a good thing I didn't really have to, the gun wouldn't have worked." "I'm not without fear, Devin. I'm not some little robot who just does what they're told. Yeah, I held my dad in high esteem because of who i thought he was, but it took a very long time for me to get to that point, and I'd never thought he'd make me go back to how I felt before. I can just lock it away, submerge my fears for abit, and maybe even the fears others. That's the only way I can keep on. I can't just be anywhere I want with a thought, shoot lasers, or move stuff with my mind." "He shook his head. "I'm guessing you tried the various sleep aids and such? If it's really bad, make an appointment with a Doctor. Hell I know my mother would see you, and she might be able to give you something to help. Yes, I know that's just treating a symptom, but the only one who's going to really be able to reduce the stress you feel is you man. Working yourself to exhaustion doesn't seem to be working, and if you're too tired when there's an attack, you'll blame yourself if someone's hurt. It's a different scale, but when we were in the semifinals last year, I only slept two hours before that game. I was up all night, stressed out, and I didn't tell anyone. I just let it eat at me, and despite what everyone says about how well I played, I know I wasn't at the top of my game because I let it stress me out, and we lost because of that." It was something he had never told anyone else, aside from his mother. It wasn't until he had that he really got a good night's sleep again. "Maybe there's some way you can use your power to anchor yourself, so that you can rest without concern. I dunno. I don't want to see anyone hurt either."
  16. Devin grumbled and looked at Cade like he was about to request his man card from him. "Dude, you drug my ass out here to play high school musical with me?" Were it not for the promise of food, and he was very hungry, chances were good he would have already had some scathing quip as the punctuation to his exit. Food was food, however and no teenage boy could resist free food on an empty stomach. Deflection was Devin's greatest skill, aside from getting rejected by women do to his numerous personality flaws. Still, if he had date for every problem he had swirling around in his mind at the moment, he'd not have any free time from now until the End Days. "Alright, fine, I'll bite. I'm hungry anyway. So where do you wanna start, Dr. Phil? You wanna start how I can barely sleep lately? I'm up working out until three or four in the morning and can barely function at school because I'm afraid that any minute I'll be carried away to that place again and hunted down?" Or how all of this shit we're going through is unfair? I mean, why us? What did we do to deserve sort of responsibility? That's the sort of things that are roiling through my mind while you guys are giggling about homecoming or playing your stupid fantasy games. I feel like you guys don't take this as seriously as I do, despite our lives being on the line. I've almost died, Cade, twice, and it scared the shit out of me. I'm not you. I didn't go to some secret military training camp since birth and was trained to be some die hard soldier that never feels fear and isn't afraid to die in service to Sheriff Dad." "This shit's affecting me, bro," he shook his head. Max slid their drinks onto the table and Devin puckered his lips and gave her an air kiss. Max smirked. He was adorable, sometimes. After promising to return in a moment to collect their orders, she stepped away again. "You guys... I don't know... I feel like you guys realize exactly what is on our shoulders and that lack of awareness is going to cause one of us to get hurt, or worse. I can't let that happen, but I can't be everywhere at once. You know?"
  17. Courtney smiled, pursing her lips as her eyes roamed the intricate lines and swirls of the tattoo and the pale, pale skin it traversed. "Very nice." she said, leaving Kat unsure whether she meant the tattoo or the view. She smiled again, taking a puff of the joint then extending it towards the petite French girl as her free hand patted the blanket invitingly. "Come back over here and get some sun." The svelte French girl fell on her behind next to Courtney, grabbing the joint and drawing on it, her features painted with relaxation as she offered her now barely clad body to the sun’s warm embrace. As far as she remembered, she didn’t sunbathe often. Being a Breton, she had of course been to the sea several times, but she didn’t like sand. Sand was irritating, it got everywhere. She was definitely the indoors type, although her repeated interactions with Shelly’s youth might come to change that. Courtney sighed contentedly and leaned back on her elbows as the warm rays bathed both of the pale-skinned girls, though Kat’s skin was almost dazzlingly pale as it reflected the sunlight. A red-tipped fingernail came up lazily and traced some of the pattern on the smaller girl’s shoulder, marking the contrast between the ink and the white skin. “You should definitely get some after-sun lotion on you when you get home, Kitty.” the more mature-seeming redhead said in a soft tone as birdsong disturbed the air overhead and the caress of Courtney’s hand became a little more firm as it moved across and down Kat’s back and over her opposite hip so that the petite girl was in a half-embrace. “If I had lotion here, I could rub it on for you…” Courtney murmured wistfully. “Shame.” After a last draw on the joint - which joint was now sternly diminished compared to its original size - the petite redhead passed it on, leaning on her elbows and against the taller frame lying right by her side. Skin to skin contact didn’t bother her, focused that she was on her surroundings, her mind scanning every stimuli enhanced by the weed, the warmth of the arm crossing her back, the almost undetectable breeze that shook a couple leaves every now and then, but also the twirly backwash affecting her balance, which caused her to rely on the contact with her companion’s skin to somehow feel still. Jesus, that’s how it feels to smoke after fasting for so long. She deeply breathed in through her nostrils, her olfaction driven crazy by the smell of Nature, the dry grass, late summer flowers, dry and dusty dirt from the road, the heady scent of the dissipating joint smoke curls, and the more heady scent of Courtney’s flesh now oh so close to her face. After-sun lotion… She’s probably right… “You’re probably right… Shame…” She replied, oblivious of what Courtney implied, captivated by everything. She was aware of a faint movement from Courtney as she dragged the last puff from the shared joint then, sitting up, stubbed it out carefully on a flat stone, grinding the butt of the roll up until it was not even smoldering before laying back once more. “Well, that’s Bannon’s regular weed.” Courtney sighed, tucking a hand behind her head as her other hand continued to idly caress Kat. “To think, before the summer I had him pegged as a loser part of Sean’s loser club of loserness, tolerated only because he dealt grass. I didn’t even bother trying to read his mind, I was that convinced he was a nobody. And now, Marissa has him on lockdown and I missed my window.” “Marissa?” The French girl remembered the meeting at the bleachers, the dark-haired beauty and her radiating presence. She also remembered the hospital, and the uproar, flashes of red light, and the same girl shaking her off her fright. Marissa… and Jason ? That seemed unlikely. She took a minute to appreciate how warm the sun kept, savoring unsuspected pleasure at the heat’s caress. This seemed like a good excuse for her to plan on more tanning as long as warm days were a thing. She slightly moved on her elbows to get closer to the beautiful young woman lying by her side, pressing an arm against her companion’s skin, gently nudging her. “Isn’t she dating… that big guy… Cade?” “Looks like, sure. But she told me last Friday night to keep my hands off Bannon and he was hers.” Courtney turned slightly towards Kat, propping her head on her hand and leaning on an elbow as she spoke. “I was all set to see that as a challenge between Queen Bitches, but now we're friends so…” she gave a one-shouldered shrug.. “She might be dating Big Montana. But she's got Bannon on layaway and I pity the girl who makes a pass.” Kat’s lips pursed into something close to a pout, as she thought about what she knew so far about Marissa. Not much. “Queen ? Bitches ? Queen Bitches ?” She asked in an amused voice. “You guys own the school ?” She added, looking for facts to supply her few impressions. The answer was a soft snort, followed by a chuckle. “I guess?” Courtney said. “I don’t know how it is in the land of adorable French pixies-” and her fingers trailed up Kat’s arm almost ticklingly. “-but here the hottest girls run the social scene, and the social scene runs the school.” She sighed softly as her fingers toyed with the ends of Kat’s short hair. “I used to think that was all that mattered - and now there’s actual monsters and psychic powers and Marissa and I are friends and the Nerd Herd are kinda cool - some of them anyway.” She traced the line of Kat’s jaw with a fingertip, then gently turned the smaller girl’s face to hers. Courtney smiled slightly, leaning closer. “The world’s gone mad, Kitty.” she whispered, her breath a puff of warmth on Kat’s cheek right before she pressed her crimson lips to the surprised French girl’s.
  18. Cade let out a small chuckle at the back and forth between Devin and Max. "God man, is it your mission in life to flirt with every woman you meet?" The smirk didn't go away, and Devin just shrugged. "We're all great at something." Cade sighed, went on. "Sure. No, Marissa hasn't dumped me, and honestly I didn't call you to talk about your sister. I didn't think you'd really want to, and God knows what she'd do to me if she found out you told me anything like that, or that I even asked." He took a sip of his drink, winced, and rolled his shoulders. "Sorry, still recovering abit from earlier. Sean helped me run some tests, and while we learned alot, it wasn't painless." "I really did just want to talk with you tonight. You said some things today, before you asked Cassie out. That was pretty great, by the way. I think you two will have fun. I still need to ask Marissa to go." He offered a real smile. It had surprised him out of the blue, Devin asking Cassie out, and really surprised him. It wasn't like he was one to talk, Cora'd barely left and he agreed to start "Dating" Marissa. ""I wanted to talk or at least offer to listen. Is there anything you want to talk about? I know you and your sister certainly act like you think we're all idiots at times, but it's just us here. I know I'm not a genius like some of the others, I don't have abilities like everyone else. I still want to help, however I can. I am concerned about you, after this morning, and before that. You've been there for us, and I'd like to return the favor." There it was, though perhaps awkwardly said. He didn't really know how to talk to Devin, beyond just the same direct approach he applied to most everything else. It wasn't like they'd hung out before, and hell before this, Cade had backed Devin, and especially Chet down from teasing Sean more than once without violence in Devin's case, and with it in chet's, though he knew that wasn't really helping the situation.
  19. Devin peeled off his shirt and gave it a sniff. He'd just worked out in it, he knew it was damp and probably smelly, but he was a guy and that was the sort dumb things guys did. He dropped his ear buds on the choatic tangle that was his bed, and half his wardrode, and his school bag storage. He was supposed to clean this weekend, but knew he wouldn't. He rolled his shoulders and spared a moment to gaze upon the beauty and wonderment that was his perfection in his door mirror, when his phone rang. He it said Cade and raised an eyebrow. He could have answered it, sure, but he didn't want to appear to desperate. Confused he walked down the hallway to Marissa's room and poked his head in the doorway to her room. Sure enough she was there, sitting on her bed, reclined and comfortable with her back on the headboard and her laptop in her lap, probably working on the next installment her lame fan fiction of romance and lust in a realm of high adventure and sorcery. It was enough to make him hurl. If she was here though, and safe, what would Cade want to talk to Devin about? His phone went to voicemail as he pondered how he was going to deal with his sister's new lust bug. It's not that he cared who she dated, as long as it was her choice and not some douchey guy like Chet getting all handsy with her once in awhile and begging her to just go out with him already. That always irritated him. This was probably one of those side conversations where the boyfriend thinks that by being nice to Devin he'd spill all of his sisters secrets and likes and dislikes. He hopped in the shower and made his way to Bunnie's. He never talked to Cade, so this was one opportunity he just couldn't pass up, plus, free food. His motorcycle found it's home in the usual spot he'd chosen for it far way from where people might scratch it or bump it with their cars and made his way looking stylish as hell, because, Devin. It only took him a moment to locate Cade and with a few nods to the people from school he knew that were here late getting burgers, he made his way to the table. He offered Cade a nod as he sat down. "Whud up?" Max was at the bale in the span of a heartbeat, following up behind Devin as he sat down. "Hey you two," she gave Cade a wink and her face went deadpan as she put her attention on Devin. "Thougt I smelled the pungent musk of 'try hard egomaniac'." "I love you too, Max. I can admit it, why can't you?" He teased her. "Why are we playing these games, Max? We both know your looking for a real man in this town." She nodded through pursed lips, half concealing a grin. "You know, Devin... you're right. It's true. I totally am. So when you two meet one, please, send him my way. Until then, enjoy being high school. I'll get your usual drinks, Cade, watch him." She pointed to Devin with the rpen like he was a rambunctious five year old waiting for mommy to tun around so he run off and get the family kicked out of the place. Devin smirked and leaned back, relaxing. "I'm wearing her down. So, what's up, and... if she dumped your ass already, I haven't heard about it yet, so don't look at me to help smooth things over."
  20. Thursday Night After talking with Sean, Cade had gone home and hidden the rifle. Only Haruka and his mother were home. He sighed, not caring about where his father was now, and pulled out his phone. It was nearly ten, late but he knew the person he wanted to talk to was still up. He couldn't recall having called Devin before, and wasn't all that surprised when it went to voicemail so he left a simple message. "Hey Devin, it's Cade. I'd like to talk about some things. I'm heading to Bunnies, and I'm buying if you'd like to meet me there. " With that he head to Bunnies, and went and sat in the booth the Fellowship normally sat in, made his order and waited. He had a feeling Devin would come, possibly thinking this was about Marissa. He wasn't planning on discussing her at all really, he had other reasons for this, but as an older brother himself, he knew he'd give the speech to any boy she ever brought home. He sighed, waiting for either Devin to show up, or his food to arrive, wondering which would first. It was strange, in as much as he really did expect Devin to show.
  21. “So, you smoking, Kitty ?” Courtney asked, her eyes on the lighter as Kat passed it along. She tucked the joint between her lips, igniting the other end and pulling a long draft, exhaling a dense cloud afterwards, eyes closed. She extended her arm, offering the blunt to the petite redhead, who seized it between two slender but delicate fingers, before bringing it to her mouth, pulling an equally long draft on it. Kat closed her eyes. It had been a long time since she touched weed, and as she released the smoke, the world swayed a little. “Oh God…” She set her hands to the ground behind her, leaning back, her face to the sky, her mouth still open as she enjoyed the feelings, long forgotten, of the premises of a high she hadn’t experienced in at least a year. From her mouth erupted a giggle, turning into a short laugh, her lips stretched in an open joyful grin. She didn’t regret following Courtney out of Bunnee’s. It was like she’d almost forgotten what it was like, to have fun. She took another draft before holding it back to the joint’s owner. “Yeah…” She said, bitterness in her soft voice. She glanced at Courtney. The gorgeous redhead obviously wanted to hear more. “My ex-boyfriend… got me into weed.” The high was slowly installing itself into Kat’s jungle-mind, like a program on a computer, and her emotions began seeping around herself, acrid bitterness laced with nostalgia, carried by her will to move on and her failure at achieving it, like a breeze too weak to root out the tree of her grief. A cloud of smoke raised in the air as the joint passed from hand to hand, quickly joined by a second one. “He is- was funny, handsome, and really cool to hang out with.” “How comes he’s your ex, then?” Courtney asked, raising a curious eyebrow. She could tell by the scent of grief surrounding her companion that something had happened. The petite redhead rubbed the back of her head, smoke blurring her thoughts. It felt as if all noises around her were a tad louder, birds chirping, the distant roar of a car engine, a soft breeze caressing the foliage of nearby trees, the babil of red squirrels fooling around, an undeniably feminine voice next to her. Kat shook her head. “In France,” she explained, “when you reach 11th grade, you pick a section out of three, Litterature, Economics and Social Sciences, and Sciences. The school ultimately decides which one to put you in, according to your grades during 10th grade and what you wished. Erwann wanted Sciences, but he wasn’t working enough… way to say he wasn’t doing anything, really… So I kinda… woke him up.” Her expression told there was more to it. The joint changed hands for another round. “Then what?” Courtney asked, her curiosity piqued. This was clearly not break-up material, Courtney thought. That dude should’ve been grateful for the help. “Then he turned into a workaholic. And after that, he dared calling me out on grades when I was doing more than fine. Asshole said he worried about me painting instead of working, and was being a real bitch about it.” Kat angrily pulled a long draft from the blunt, exhaling the smoke in a long sigh, before handing it back. Courtney’s eyebrow twitched, and she came closer to the petite redhead, laying an arm around her shoulders. "Kitty, he sounds like an ungrateful, demanding asshole. Don't settle for that treatment." The svelte French girl shrugged. “We broke up last November. I’m done with it.” Something in her voice said otherwise. She was sort of afraid to share too much with someone, her experience with Erwann being a painful memory. The teen’s faith in feelings of love had been shaken. Was it worth loving someone, when they could give you so much pain in return ? Her features darkened for a moment, then she turned to Courtney, noticing only now how close she was. Her vision swayed a little, and she blinked twice. “What about you ? Any… romance-related drama?” Courtney's dark brown eyes, which had been warm and studying Kat's face, shifted away as she shrugged. "Not really, Kitty." she said offhandedly, taking back the joint and drawing on it. "I try to avoid that kind of drama in my own life." Crimson lips quirked. "It's hard to fall for someone when you can see they don't really care about you as a person." Kat rolled her eyes, those getting discreetly bloodshot. "I wish I had Shine back then..." She thought about what Courtney just said, and added, "So, nobody interesting enough to date in Shelly High?" "Depends on your tastes." Courtney smirked naughtily. "If what gets your lady-parts humming is jock farmer's sons who will either go on to college to study Agriculture or else go from graduation to work on the farm... Then there's plenty." The smaller teen made a funny face. "Nothankyoubye." Courtney chuckled, then her eyes fell on Kat's tattooed arms. The Celtic patterns were starting slightly above the wrist, then got lost under the plaid blouse after the elbow. "So, where'd you get that, Kitty ?" A scrupulously manicured nail tapped on her forearm, and as Kat turned her head to answer, the joint was being held right in front of her lips, ready to be drawn on, but Kat was getting too high for her to care about the impish grin drawn on the bustier - and thinly clad - redhead's features, and she pulled a long draft on the blunt, casting the smoke aside. "Uh... t'was my birthday gift from me to me. Took me some time to design it with the right proportions. Also, costly... Alice, my best friend, helped me afford it." Courtney raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Costly ? How much we talking about ?" Kat looked up in the sky, trying to remember. "All of it, I'd say around 2k." The cheerleader's eyebrows jumped sky high hearing the bill. "All of it ? That's expensive for just an arm tattoo..." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, she asked, "Show me what all of it is." The petite redhead stood up, almost staggering, facing the sun, and began unbuttoning her own blouse, turning her back to Courtney. The blouse left her shoulders and joined Kat's jacket on the floor. Then the smaller teen removed her jeans, standing there in her black underwear, bathed by the sun, showing off perhaps what was Kat's most beautiful chef-d'oeuvre. She slowly spun on herself, in a dance-like manner, so Courtney could glance at all of it.
  22. Cassandra rode over to the intersection across from the Old Town Hall at the appointed hour...the one she and Autumn had agreed to over a flurry of texts that was...on her bike wearing suicidally dark clothes. This mission called for stealth. They had to be sneaky. Glancing around she didn't spot Autumn, and with another look at her watch she realized why. The bike ride from her house to here was apparently shorter than she'd estimated. That, or she'd been riding pretty fast without realizing it. That meant Cassie had a few minutes to herself. It felt oddly uncomfortable. It felt like she was wasting time, like any minutes spent not making tangible progress towards the goal was a failure. Why? Well, because there was a timer, and not a very long one. And the Man in Black had made it pretty clear there was cause for haste. ...and that led her back to the Man himself. No sooner than she'd summoned up his image in her head than pieces socked together in her head, and her eyes widened. Holy shit. No way. It fit though. It did. It was pure speculation on her part, and the only evidence was circumstantial at best. But...it fit. It explained at a stroke all her questions. Why had he come here? Why was he so invested in their success? What did he hope to gain from their efforts? She looked around, half-hoping to spot that too-tall, lanky figure ambling along down the street under the nearby streetlamp. There was nothing though. Then, somehow, Cass heard the distant metal rattle of spokes and gears and sat up straighter to twist around and look. A lone bicycle rider was approaching, flitting between the lengthening shadows of dusk. They didn't have much daylight left, but that was good right? Sneaky? Even if it would magnify the creep factor as well. Cassandra waved at Autumn as she rode over towards her and as she came up alongside her said, "Hey! Okay do you have everything you need? I brought some extra stuff just in case."
  23. //DISCLAIMER// The Ride The petite redhead’s crystalline laugh chimed along the road as she felt the wind run through her hair, warmed by the sun. Although her exuberance wasn’t the only reason for her laughter, she did enjoy this collision with raw elements - those being rather merciful on such a sunny afternoon. Lifting rather quickly from Shine and powers, the conversation had turned around Shelly High’s, quite substantial in content, rumor mill. After noticing the petite redhead’s closing features hearing what was being told about her friend Sean, Courtney had decided to change target, seeing that Kat didn’t take the mockery about the boy’s appearance really well, instead choosing to unleash the fruit of teenage boredom on the blonde reporter, Cassie, on Charlie, Autumn or Jason, to the shorter teen’s amusement. Most of those Kat didn’t really understand, given that she was completely new in the landscape and knew close to nothing about the people living here, but it was certainly fun hearing teenagers blabber about mind-boggling theories, some of these couldn’t be taken seriously even out of context. “Okay,” Courtney grinned. “This is a soft one.” She quickly glanced at her passenger. “Sean part of Anonymous?” Kat chuckled, then actually considered the rumor. “To be honest… After all that’s been going on… a real shitfest by the way… I wouldn’t even be surprised if he was.” Courtney pressed on, her grin widening. “Him hacking the NSA, the CIA… Disney???” “Why Disney ?” The petite redhead replied, giggling. "You know, I don't think they realize that they might be close to the truth." “Oh, and also, he’d be spying on everyone through Shelly’s security feed.” “Creepy…” A couple minutes ago, the Senior high school cheerleader had refueled at the pump station, and Kat had bought some snacks. She was currently busy with a bar of Snickers, and after swallowing a rather large portion of the chocolate bar, she turned to the driver. “Kay, what about Autumn?” “She’s probably a witch, or a Wiccan or whatever. Nobody spends so much time in the woods for,” and Courtney made air quotes with one hand, “reasons. Also, some say she turned down her parents when they offered to buy her a car.” She rolled her eyes and added, “Girl Scouts… Savages traipsing around with twigs in their hair and spending more time with animals than with human beings…” The petite redhead snorted first, then raised a curious eyebrow at the comment, but Courtney shrugged it off. Then, “Jason ?” A shiver ran along the spine of the bustier redhead at the thought of a pair of green cold eyes. "Smart. Cold-blooded… Well, you were there when he was talking to Cook and the other Project peeps. Deals weed, but is really cagey about it - sheriff would love to get him but hasn't found any evidence. People say rival weed dealers just disappear. I've never seen what he's thinking, and believe me I've tried. And he's, uh, gifted." She made an unmistakable gesture groinward. "Saw that with my own two eyes." Her grin was equal parts mischief and salacious. Kat rubbed the back of her head, her cheeks suddenly heating up. “Yeah… “ Something in the tone of the smaller teen raised suspicion in the cheerleader’s mind. “Yeaaaaaah ? Cmon, Kitty, spit it out.” Courtney shot her a teethful grin. “Ugh, fine. Back on Tuesday, before I left with my Dad… Jason was sittin’ there, and… these grey sweatpants, I swear… Like a plaster mold on his junk.” "Right?" Courtney grinned wide. "I swear he had no idea that every pair of female eyes in the room was looking at him sideways... Except you. You might as well have had a neon sign over your head." Half-laughing, half-growling, the petite redhead replied, "Stop it ! It's embarrassing enough to think about..." The car engaged on the Main Street, passing by the swimming pool, climbing the road to a small hill past town limits. They passed a lone house, then engaged on a dirt road large enough for a car and a half. She parked the car off the road and Kat raised a curious eyebrow, as the driver got out of the convertible and pulled a large blanket out from the trunk. “What ?” She asked, then slightly shook the rolled blanket. “Cmon, the weather’s perfect for a little sunbathing.” She shot her an impish grin. “Besides, you curious about Jason’s weed?” She added, her free hand diving between her breasts, pulling out a joint. “Nobody lurks round these parts, Kitty.” Kat chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief, then pushed the passenger door open, jumping to her feet and following the gorgeous redhead to where she was setting the blanket down, some fifty feet away from the car. She watched as Courtney set her cherry-red heels - matching her lipstick, Kat thought - aside and slowly unbuttoned her cream-colored blouse, dropping it on the blanket, revealing the red bra one could’ve guessed under the translucent fabric, then sat down, extending her long, round legs, her pale skin - it reflected golden undertones as it drank the sunlight - contrasting with the crimson skirt stopping half-thigh. She was holding the joint, waving her hand so the petite redhead could see it. She patted the blanket on her side, enjoining Kat to come and sit. “Kitty, I’m not gonna eat you.” She said with a playful wink. <Yet.> She added, her voice ringing in Kat’s mind with mischief. She then burst in laughter as a warm pink invaded the petite redhead’s cheeks, who finally decided to sit on the edge of the blanket, removing her sand-grey booties and her socks. Kat composed herself, then pulled a lighter out of her jacket, before setting said jacket next to her booties and finding a spot to sit, closer from the weed, and Courtney. Kat felt like she was entering a lioness’ lair, and she was the prey.
  24. He groaned, and stretched, still clad in the towel, and braced himself before he sat up. He took the glass and pills and downed them . "I need to go change back." it took him more effort than he thought it would to get up and shamble over to the bathroom, pants in hand, and he emerged clothed again. "Okay. Glad we did that outside." He smiled, and they head back into the barn. "I do want to check the other ammo types, but at the same time the more we use of it the less we have. Can't exactly go get down to the store and replace caseless ammunition, can we?" "So it's cutting edge tech. And they were conducting inhuman research there. They had someone who had powers like you. This is all straight out of Science Fiction Sean, or straight out of anime." Sean was one of the few he'd willingly talk about that with, who knew that Cade was an avid fan of anime and manga. "What do you think we should do next?"

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