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This is the in-game post talking about exorcisms and which phrases go with which objects, for those looking. It's a little vague, but should suffice if you need it.

Hopefully we'll get a Lore Section about it eventually. *cough* *hint*

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Alright, I've nothing I want or need Tsubaki or Derrek to do this round of posting, so just advance without my post on this one okay?

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Kiki, what do Evelyn's sisters look like? Drawing stuff.

Also, if it's not spoilers, what was the near death event that killed Evelyn long enough for her to develop Spiritorum powers? I don't need to know other than for trivia sake.

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Stephanie Minerva St. Augustine is the eldest of the sisters. Regal and composed, with a sharp air of discipline, Stephanie is said to take the most after her father. She is a serious woman of no nonsense, often taking positions of leadership and guidance amongst others. She is rarely seen cracking a smile, a fact which her sisters Helena and Olivia tease her about. As an Antiquorum, she has a deep-seated respect for the elderly, and a profound interest in history, particularly her family's history. The spirit with whom she has bonded with in particular is their ancestral relative: Lord Isaac, through which she wields a magnificent great sword.

An impressive woman, Stephanie is tall with excellent posture giving her an air of being even taller, with a toned athletic build. Her eyes are a deep brown, and sharp, as if continually calculating their surroundings. Her dark brown hair is kept short, about the length of her shoulders, and is straight, suitable for a warrior. Her smile, is actually quite beautiful, in the rare instances that it is seen, and her skin is smooth as if carved from marble.


Helena Elizabeth St. Augustine is the second born of the sisters. Gentle and nurturing, Helena's countenance is enough to calm even the most tense individuals. Helena's kindness and lighthearted nature attracts many different people, providing her a wealth of friends. She has become quite known for her cheerful laughter, and floral aroma. As a Naturae Silvae disciple, she has an affinity for plants and has a love for tea and gardening. She is by no means, however, a pushover; fiercely protective of those she loves, she will destroy anyone who threatens her friends or family. Her fury is frightening, as is her power over plant life. Although she greatly underplays her power, she is a demi-goddess in her own respects.

Typically described as the most beautiful of the St. Augustine sisters, Helena could quite easily be a model. She is roughly the same height as her sister Stephanie, with a slender build. Her hair is light brown with highlights of blonde, long to about the middle of her back and wavy. There is also usually some sort of flower growing on her head. Her eyes are a bright green, almost seeming to convey a sense of gentle serenity in those that gaze into them. There is often a slight smile on her face, bearing her friendly personality to those she passes on the street.

Olivia Mary St. Augustine is the third born child of the sisters. Rebellious and loud, Olivia is quite unusual for a St. Augustine child. Olivia loves to live in the moment and has a mischievous streak a mile wide. Whereas Helena was known for her charming lady-like laughter, Olivia was known for her loud cackle. Olivia enjoys attention and often tries to somehow direct it to herself, she's perfectly at home as the life of the party. She is, however, also known for getting herself into trouble for jumping headlong into situations. As an Animalium disciple, Olivia places a great value on teamwork and family. She has a flock of seven sparrows: Flappy, Tweety, Beakey, Feathers, Fuzzy, Sky, and Egghead. Olivia hates being confined, and can be flighty as a result of her spirit animals.

Olivia is a little bit shorter than her older sisters, a fact which isn't helped by her slouching and casual leaning. Her dark brown hair is usually in a long ponytail. Her eyes are light brown with a playful light behind them. Her face is usually pulled into a slight smirk, as if she had done something mischievous recently. Olivia also usually has a pair of feathered earrings as well.

Still growing, Evelyn is of average height and petite, though she has not grown much over the first half of the year. Her bust has shown slight signs of maturing, though is average for a girl her age. Her eyes are light brown, with an often intimidating and occasionally icy gaze. Her hair seems a bit lighter, seeming to have lighter shades of blonde growing in like Helena. Having not cut it over the winter, it has grown to a length down to the middle of her back and is still wavy. She's grown out her bangs, and brushed them over the side of her forehead, held separate from the rest of her hair by a white headband. Her expression is often difficult to read, as she does not seem to display them outwards.

Evelyn has become a bit more sensitive to the feelings of other around her. While she may still rebuke others for acting stupidly, she has become a lot more patient and less prone to insulting others outright. That is not to say she is no longer a know-it-all when it comes to spiritual matters. She retains her strong and cold exterior, though around those who she considers to be her friends she relents and reveals a gentle and fragile soul. She is still quite the perfectionist, often comparing herself to the legacies left by her elder sisters and those before her. Her pride however, still stands in the way so she never admits to these things.



Stephanie (23), Helena (21), Olivia (19), Evelyn (14)

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Alright!

So, we have reached the midpoint of Book 1!

Before chapter 5 begins

Those of you who are playing are free to submit a short story spanning between chapter 4 and chapter 5. Basically "what my character did during winter break"

Also, each character must be resubmitted, with changes to personality and biography (and other related sections - so if you'd like to change your weapon do so now) reflecting events from the last 4 chapters.

There will also be new power limits given to all veteran characters.

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Are power limits the only upgrades going forward or do certain members have choices than need to be made. Until this exact moment, I have given literally zero thought as to what next sigil Tsubaki will get, but if I need to choose I have a place in her short story where she can begin learning it, for continuity sake. But it might also delay the story while I try to choose something, if I have to.

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Yeah, Tsubaki will have a new sigil. Johnny will have a new sigil. Logan will have a new weapon to summon. Everyone will have their limits adjusted accordingly.

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Name: Damian Grayson
Age: 16
Year: 1st
Appearance: He is a caucasian male (slightly tanned) with black unkept hair and dark blue eyes. He clearly works on his body as he has a noticeably toned build though it doesn't seem glaringly noticeable. He is 6"1 and weighs 189. He wears the school uniform which covers several scars on his chest.
Personality: Despite a crippling laziness at times when it comes to academics, he embraces work and challenge where he feels it could improve him. Though fairly kind and sympathetic overall, he will generally treat others just as they treat him if they do so consistently. He likes being fair when he can and is selfless when it comes to people he likes. He also can be rather sarcastic at times though it's usually for light-hearted humor. He delights in causing laughter though he's not great at it. He is short-tempered usually and easily frustrated. He's not a very optimistic person usually, though he will often keep the pessimism to himself.
Biography: Damian was born to a stable middle class couple. His father, a construction worker and his mother, a nurse raised him. Despite their job stability, they lived in below average conditions but managed to sustain themselves and when needed, Damian's wealthy uncle provided financial aid to the family. At a young age, Damian displayed a sensitivity to spirits that he did not understand but being a child, he thought nothing of it. The parents too, never assumed much of Damian's odd behavior at times, but his uncle, being an Omnivident individual with Artes Portarum, became intrigued. He became more of a steady presence in their lives, rather than just providing help when needed.
Although a moderately intelligent boy, Damian displayed a lack of effort or dedication to school, he struggled academically as a result up to the point where he failed twice in Middle. Shortly after, his father had quit after suffering a knee injury at work and helped Damian with his school struggles and they moved to a less costly apartment. During 8th grade, on the way to school, an individual ran a red light and struck the vehicle Damian and his father were in. The impact on Damian's side of the vehicle left him unconscious and his father with lesser injuries. Both were rushed to the hospital with Damian in critical condition, surgery on his father was succesful. Damian's heart however, had stopped for about a minute during the emergency surgery but in the end was succesfully revived and after some grueling hours for the family, surgery was a success, relatively speaking.
After spending some time recovering, he was able to return home. His spiritual sensitivity was extremely heightened after he had woken up and his uncle seemed convinced some time after Damian returned that he was Omnivident. Later on when Damian had finished middle, his uncle had suggested he go to Arclight Academy despite the considerable distance, the parents initially weren't too comfortable sending Damian so far but they relented and allowed him to take Damian there and let him stay. Unbeknownst to Damian, the academic aspect of the Academy had little to do with his being there.
Very little time was wasted at the Academy, with Damian meeting Johnny and Carter and rather quickly, finding friendship. Soon after, he was invited to the Darren Archive Club and Damian to his shock would find them there, discovering that he was Omnivident and that everyone there was like him.
He quickly began a short training session, discovering a few of his abilities before being dispatched on his first mission. There, Evelyn to his surprise helped teach him how to "see", leading to them discovering the object they were looking for. They would return to their dorms later where Damian began to practice meditating only to come to the discovery there was a possession in the school. Almost immediately, the school seemingly came under a demonic attack. Damian would end up venturing into a strange realm where he and his classmates would come to battle a demon that had possessed Carter and Johnny. Ultimately, they defeated the demon and saved Johnny but Carter was dragged away by the demon. Damian would then take part in a game of capture the flag in a hidden city in the s****, where he would also discover an intriguing glass bauble with useful ability. He would later on come to find another friend in Fiona and aid his classmates in defeating a djinn. On the day of the Winter Festival, Damian received a brooch showing green forked lightning with wavy lines in the background. To Damian, it was a reminder of his progress. While he initially had no plans to attend the Winter Ball later on, Fiona surprised him by effectively dragging him to it. At the ball however, things took a bad turn, as the students were then transferred to a pocket dimension. Damian would then meet Tsubaki and Derrek, where he would have to face the possessed Fiona. The group would however manage to free Fiona by finding and exorcising the demon responsible. Before they could find respite, they were suddenly returned to the ball, where they would quickly have to face a demonic dragon. As each group returned one by one, they would eventually come to overwhelm it and exorcise it, somehow reappearing back at the ball, where Damian had originally been dancing with Fiona. Though Damian felt worry over Fiona, he kept himself optimistic for once, and danced the night away with her.
Arte: Spiritorum. Soul of lightning major, Soul of glass minor.
Limits: Through Damian's soul of lightning, he is capable of generating a field of electricity around himself that disrupts electronic devices. He also has developed a fairly limited control over electronic devices, causing them to open or close, or turn off or on, at his command. He can release bolts of green lightning from the palm of his hands, though he cannot release continuous streams without overexerting himself. His soul of glass has continued to develop and he is now able to stay invisible for 15 minutes.
Skill: Very athletic through training and exercise.
Weapons: Axe
Roommate: Daniel Sweeny

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Winter Break with the Aculas
It was finally here. Lotus had been waiting for winter break because her father was planning to visit her. She began to zip around her dorm room preparing herself for her fun filled day with her father. She had spent most of the day staring at her clock waiting for his arrival at the school. Once she was prepared, and it was close to time, she ran out of her room toward Daniel’s. Once at her boyfriend’s room she knocked rapidly. The door opened revealing Damian, Daniel’s roommate. It appeared Damian had been napping and wasn’t quite awake yet.
“Oh, Hey Damian, uh…Daniel home?” Lotus asked trying to look around Damian into the room.

Damian made a confused look before he spoke “Wha?”

“Ugh come on Damian. I need to find Daniel. Where’s he at?” She spoke slowly this time.

"Why do you even need-know what, nevermind. He just left and headed towards the main door, now lemme sleep" Damian said before closing the door.
“Thanks Damian!” Lotus yelled at the door. She spun around took off into the direction Damian had indicated. Upon turning down another hallway she saw Daniel. He near the exit she dashed over to him.

“Hey, cuddle-bear, you ready for break?”” Lotus said as she hugged him. Daniel hugged her back, as red in the face as ever.

"I’m not really, unless you're staying here over the break with me.” They began to walk down the outside. Before Daniel could answer Terrence spotted Daniel. He made his way over to the smaller boy.

“Hey small-fry, how’s about we have some fun?” Terrence chuckled He grabbed Daniel’s shirt and threw him against one of the trees outside. “Hope you're hungry.” He stepped back and threw a punch at Daniel’s face. Lotus quickly moved blocking the punch and delivering an equally as faster and hard punch to the bully’s groin. She quickly knocked him onto the ground. She delivered a swift kick to his face while he was down. Terrence quickly stood up, defeated, and scurried away.

Lotus looked around seeing her dad leaning against a tree. He was bundled up in a black coat. His short orange hair stood out in the snow. As Lotus looked at him she noticed his soft green eyes were looking back at her. He began to slowly walk to her, his orange shoes leaving footprint behind in the snow. Looking at him she thought she would be happy, but all she could think of was him sending her away, from home, to some school without an explanation.

“HOW COULD YOU!” Lotus shouted. “You just sent me away! No texts! No Calls! Not even a Letter!” Lotus began to get more and more upset with her father. Yelling louder and louder.

Before Lotus could continue further she got hit with a snowball. She paused and looked at her Father as he threw another one at her. Lotus got mad and made a snowball. She threw it as hard as she could. He father took it to the chest before laughing and throwing another one back. Before long Lotus and her father had started making snowball forts as they continued to throw snowballs.
“Come on Lotus you throw like a girl!” Her father teased as he threw a snowball at her.

“News flash, I AM A GIRL!” She shouted as she hit her dad in the face with a snowball.

Her father wiped off the snow and let out a big laugh. He grabbed a snowball and threw it at the girl. She moved letting it sail past her and connect to Daniel.

“Oh yeah!” She ran over and grabbed Daniel. “Daniel this is my father. Dad this is Daniel.” She said as she ducked behind her snow fort.

Daniel looked shocked and nervous. "Uhhh, Hi Mr. Acula, Nice to meet you." He walked over and held out his hand to shake.

“It’s Doctor Acula.” He said gently taking Daniel’s hand and shaking it. As he did a snowball connected with his shoulder.

“One Moment.” He winked at Daniel and laughed before throwing a snowball at Lotus.

"You're dad's a doctor?!" He said to Lotus. "Is he - you know?"

“Yeah, He has a Doctorate in Japanese history. Is he what?” Lotus shouted from behind her shelter of snow. Daniel’s question had really confused her. She peeked to look at him only to see a snowball. Lotus shook her head to remove the frozen water before she threw a couple more.

“Yes boy, I am omnivident.” He chuckled “Oddly enough my arte is the same as Lotus’s. Now I’m afraid to cut this off short but We have reservations. Nice to meet you Daniel.” Once he finished several snowball’s pelted him. He laughed some more.

“Hey, Lotus I got us into a Hawthorne’s Lighthouse. I know how much you like that place.”

“Hawthorne’s Lighthouse! Like it ptff I LOVE it. I could eat their shrimp for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy.” Lotus dropped her frozen ammunition. As Dr. Acula began to walk away, Lotus quickly hugged Daniel before chasing after her father.

“I bet you could.” He chuckled “How has your training gone?”

“Well it was slow at first but now it’s getting faster and easier.”

“Lotus, just remember, before anything that a samurai without honor and self-control is not a true samurai.” His comment made Lotus frown. “Now I have heard stories. I need you to work on self-control.”
“Maybe we could practice on it!” She wanted to spend the whole day with her father.

“Maybe, but I have other plans for today, maybe, some other time.”

“If you say so.” Lotus paused for a moment. “Maybe over Spring Break we could practice some more. Me, You, and Mom, It would be fun like when I lived with you guys!”

“Maybe,” Dr. Acula let out a small sigh. “I’ve missed you so much.”

They stopped walking and looking into each other’s eyes. Her father gave her a big hug. Lotus hugged him back shedding a couple tears into his black coat. They stood there in the middle of the sidewalk for a moment embracing before moving on.

“So how’s school?” He asked in a soft caring voice.

“It’s ok. I mean it is only the first year and most of it is easier than what I did while in Japan.” She shrugged.

“Well in that case I’ll be sure to have Miss...Uh...Miss Counselor lady-”

“Oh, you mean Miss Rachel!” Lotus said interrupting her father

“Ah, yes. Miss Rachel. I’ll tell Miss Rachel to put you into advanced classes then if the work is too easy for you.” He nudged her with his elbow.
“I’m good. Don’t want to work to hard.” She said bumping him back.

“Ok, I won’t this time.” He chuckled at her response.

“Hey, dad, why did you send me to Arclight? No one ever told me.” Dr. Acula looked at her. He thought for a moment then decided to tell her the truth.

“When I sent you to Arclight, I had suspected your Omnividence. But I wasn’t able to prepare you and tend to my duties as an Omnivident. Shortly before I sent you away I discovered a pack of hellhounds residing within our home town. I needed to find them and who they worked for. So to keep you safe I sent you to Arclight.” He paused letting Lotus think for a moment. “I’m sorry for not telling you. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“But next time we can take them together! I mean once I finish my training here.” Her father nodded slowly. The rest of the short walk was mostly silent as Lotus thought about what he had said.

Once they got into the restaurant Lotus ran over to the fish tank within the waiting room. She began to look around as the fish swam back and forth.

“Lotus go tell the gentleman that the Aculas are here. Once seated go ahead and order I will be there shortly.” Her dad walked off.

Lotus ran over to the hostess and was seated quickly at a table. She ordered a large plate of popcorn shrimp and a glass of soda. Shortly after her food arrived her father showed up and sat with her.

“I hope this is Ok. I just got my favorite.” Lotus told her father as he sat.

“It’s perfectly fine my flower. Go ahead and eat I won’t be ordering. I had some bad peanuts on the way over here. Don’t want another accident if you know what I mean.”

“Ew...Too much info, Dad.” Lotus said between bites.

“I’m just glad I had another pair of pants packed.”

“Please stop. You’re going to make me sick.”

“Alright, Alright. I’ll stop as long as you promise you won’t beg for chocolate today.”

“But I like chocolate! So what if it makes me-Ok, Fine. I won’t ask for chocolate.”

The she had finished her main course. Once finished a bowl of Vanilla ice cream was delivered to Lotus for dessert. Lotus quickly devoured the sweet. After she finished the waiter delivered the bill with some mints. On the bill someone had written paid over it. Her father laughed at the bill.

“I know you too well. I paid for the meal when I made reservations.” He stood holding out a hand and helping her stand. They left the restaurant and headed towards the park.The park was empty and untouched snow had covered the ground.

Mr. Acula ran over and began to roll a snowman. Lotus jumped in rolling the parts together until they had built a snowman in the middle of the park by the swings. They ran around until they had enough rocks to cover the snowman’s eyes and buttons. then the borrowed some sticks from a nearby bush.

After building the snowman, Lotus got on one of the swings. Her father joined her swinging next to each other. This quickly became a contest on who could swing the highest, ultimately ending with Lotus falling out on her back. Her father dismounted and ran to her. Lotus was laughing at herself and began to make a snow angel there in the snow. Her dad laying next to her and made one as well.

The sky began to darken as the two headed back to the school. On the way Lotus stopped and purchased some warm drinks for her and her father. They walked back enjoying each other and their drinks. The stopped when they came to a group standing outside singing carols. Lotus donated some coins after listening with her father for a bit. After a short time they again found themselves in front of Arclight. The school was quiet and was only lit be the few street lights around the parking lot. The wind was blowing the snow around the courtyard.

“Lotus, I had fun today. I hope we can do it again later.”

“I had fun too, dad.”

“Lotus, remember, no matter what I love you.” He hugged her.

“I know dad. I love you too.” She hugged him back.

The two stood there for a while quite before Dr. Acula let go and began to leave. Lotus stood there by the door and watched her father until her vanished into the dark night. Lotus turned and entered the building as she did she checked her PDA. She had a message from Miss Rachel. It was oddly short.

~It read “Lotus, I need to meet you in my office at your earliest convenience. ~Miss Rachel.”~

Lotus figured it was probably too late but she decided to try anyways. Lotus made her way down the empty hallways to Miss Rachel’s office. Once outside she could hear someone’s voice inside. Lotus knocked before entering the room.
Inside the room Miss Rachel was leaning on her desk handing tissues to someone bundled up in a bulky coat.

“Ah Lotus, I’m glad you could make it.” Miss Rachel said in a softer and more gentle voice than normal. When Miss Rachel said the girl’s name the person in the chair turned to face Lotus.

“Mom!?!” Lotus was surprised when she realized it was her mother sitting in the office. Her mother’s face was red and had tears running down it.

“Is there something wrong?” Lotus had all different kinds of emotions running through her mind. Fear, confusion, sadness, are just several of the ones she was feeling.

“Lotus there’s no easy way to tell you this.” Mrs. Acula paused to blow her nose and wipe away some tears.
Lotus became increasingly confused. Her mother stood and walked over to Lotus before placing her hands on each side of Lotus’s face.

“Lotus...Your Father...Is dead.” Her mother managed to say in a brittle voice. “He was attacked by some kind of dog.” Lotus quickly looked to Miss Rachel who nodded slowly. Lotus’s eyes began to fill with tears. It couldn’t be he was with her all day. She began to shake her head.

“No..No he’s not..” Lotus’s voice began to break and tremble. Miss Rachel walked over and hugged Lotus pulling her in closely and whispering in her ear.

“Lotus you were with his ghost.” Lotus shoved Miss Rachel back.

“No!” Lotus took off running out of Miss Rachel’s office and down the hallway. She didn’t know where she was headed nor did she care. She was crying so hard tears began to blur her vision. She turned the corner and ran into someone falling on the floor.

“Hey why I-” The person stopped upon seeing Lotus. She helped Lotus stand and gently brushed Lotus’s hair out of her face. The person’s rough hands then wiped some of Lotus’s tears off her face. Once the tears were removed Lotus was surprised to see Id and her totem before her.

“Hey, Lotus I’m sorry about your father. I don’t have any advice that will really help other than just simply saying I understand how you feel.” Id spoke softly and oddly gentle. Lotus grabbed Id and began to sob into the redhead’s shoulder. She didn’t know why but she’s just stood there and cried.

“Hey! Wait!... Um...Lotus...Don’t you have a boyfriend for this?” Id finally gave up before wrapping her arms around Lotus and whispering to Lotus. Ego moved onto Lotus’s shoulder and wrapped his wing around her. It was warm and comforting. But Lotus couldn’t stop crying on Id, who remained in Lotus’s embrace not even trying to pull away.

“I don’t know how, but everything will be ok.” Id said softly.

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Name: Lotus Acula
Age: 14
Year: 1st
Appearance: Lotus weighs 115lbs and stands 5'7". She has long white hair that goes down to her mid-back area. She wears a black headband with a bow in her snow white hair. Her more feminine features haven't developed yet due to her age (depending on how long this goes on they may develop more).Due to her Asian heritage she has soft attractive features, leading her to become quite popular in usual school settings. Her eyes are a striking blue that resembles a pair of sapphires.
She wears a black and white vest (or jacket depending on the season.). She has long white thigh-highs with black strings that cover any panty hose she's wearing. She also wears a plaid skirt. When she's allowed she wears her father's sword which has a sheath made from a birch tree with a black cloth wrapped around it.
Personality: Lotus is very protective of those she cares about. She has random moments of cleverness and bravery although as well as those moments come moments of stupidity.
Biography: On June 18th, a baby girl was born to Dr. Richard Acula, an Artes Animalium disciple, and his wife, and she was named Lotus after the flower. Oddly enough their tiger and Dr. Acula's familiar, Surasshu, disappeared. Shortly after the family had settled Surasshu reappeared.
She lived a largely mundane life, though at the age of 4, Dr. Acula noticed that she was drawn to tigers as he was as a child. Lotus would spend time “drawing” tigers and watching shows starring tigers. She loved these shows so much she often threw a tantrum when unable to watch them. Lotus began to learn more being a child of two cultures, Lotus was taught both Japanese and English languages, traditions, and cultures.
By the age of 12, Dr. Acula found that his daughter was extraordinarily talented with a sword. He began to train her to fight and defend herself and most importantly defend those that can’t defend themselves. The training was ruthless and exhausting, although Lotus remained strong throughout it.
Though two years later, Dr. Acula began to suspect that his daughter may be omnivident like himself. Knowing that with Omnividence came danger, Dr. Acula sent his daughter to Arclight Academy so that she could train her burgeoning abilities, sending her with sword as a guide to remind her of home, though really intended for her to use against the enemies that would surely arise. However he refrained from telling her that she herself was gifted with omnividence.
Arte: Animalium-White Tiger named Dot.
Limits: Lotus has come to control when and when she does not want her white tiger, Dot, to appear. By using Dot's energy, Lotus is capable of manifesting extremely sharp claws for nails, near-silent stepping, enhanced night-vision, and incredible acrobatic proficiency. Lotus has also developed an ability to talk to various feline species.
Skill(s): Skilled with a sword, swift counters, dodges, and stealth when she chooses to be.
Weapon(s): Katana
Roommate: Fiona Brennan

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“Ah, Logan.” Abigail began as she appeared once more in the center of Apollon’s archive. Coming here for summoning had become a bad habit of Logan’s. “I assume you’ve been practicing?” She was abrasive as ever.

“Don’t give me that.” The boy snarled. He paced around his ancestor menacingly, circling her like a shark. “That stunt you pulled could have gotten my friends killed!”

“W-what? No, I… I didn’t-“ The woman took on a worried expression, and her legs began to shake.

“I don’t want to hear your lame excuses!” The Scot roared, punctuating the exclamation by slamming his fist into a nearby bookshelf. Abigail fell to her knees as a few tomes clattered to the ground.

“No, please! I never wanted t-to hurt anyone. I didn’t have a choice!” She was hysterical now, but Logan had no intention of letting up.

“You know how dangerous it can be to go into battle without a functioning weapon! I didn’t think even you could do something this petty, just to prove a goddamn point!” The boy became more justified in his self-righteous anger as he spoke. Hearing himself reprimand Abigail for her mistakes out loud seemed to make them more tangible. The woman was quietly sobbing now, however, and Logan decided to let her stew in her guilt for a while. She eventually quieted, sitting back and crossing her legs. Only then did he continue.

“What made you think it was a good idea? Why did you disassemble my rifle?” He pressed, now that she had calmed a bit.

“What?”

“You heard me. Answer the question.”

“I… I didn’t. How could I?” Abigail went on, sounding genuinely confused. Logan’s eyes widened.

“Don’t lie to me! It can only have been y-“

“Shut up!” The woman’s confusion rapidly giving way to frustration. Logan bit his lip as she continued. “You’re the one with weird ghost powers, not me! I don’t have any control over your abilities. I couldn’t even leave right now if I wanted to!”

“But then, how…?” Logan frantically began to seek another explanation, but the most obvious conclusion wasn’t something he wanted to think about.

“I’m guessing that you tried to summon your rifle, and that it arrived in pieces, right? I don’t know anything about that, but it wasn’t me, nor is it my problem. As it happens, being dead makes it kind of difficult to be invested in the affairs of the living. So, what, did you call me here to yell at me for something I didn’t do?” Abigail faced absently toward the ceiling. For a brief instant, Logan thought he saw a black mark on the underside of her chin, but she brought her head back down before he could get a good look. “To drag me kicking and screaming through the past?”

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Each simply did their best to avoid meeting the other’s gaze. Logan was the one to break the silence.

“I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions. Again.” He said, then paused for a moment. “What do you mean by dragging you through the past?” He inquired. Abigail gave a hollow chuckle.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She smirked. “I left this world behind more than a hundred years ago. I don’t belong here anymore.” The woman tugged at her uniform, sighing. Suddenly, she began to change, growing smaller as her hair extended into a long braid. Her uniform became a simple set of overalls and a plaid shirt. When the transition stopped, she appeared to be younger than Logan. The Scot scratched his head, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

“My existence here is a sham.” She picked up. “That woman, my default state when I’m summoned… that’s no longer me. It’s what I looked like when I kicked the bucket. I haven’t thought of myself that way in ages.”

Logan swallowed nervously; the implications of that statement were not lost on him. “Earlier, you said that you didn’t mean to hurt anyone, that you had no choice. If you weren’t talking about my rifle, then what did you mean?” The boy asked, his concern apparent.

“Please don’t ask abou-“ Abigail stopped short as she felt a weight resting on her shoulder. She looked over to see that Logan had sat beside her, and his face was pleading for an answer. She gave an exhausted sigh, then went quiet. For a moment, Logan thought she wasn’t going to answer, but then…


“I was raised by a family of produce farmers. My father was an easygoing but hardworking salt-of-the-earth kind of guy, while my mother… Well, to put it nicely, she was eccentric. Our farm wasn’t very large, but my parents owned a few slaves. I know, how dare they, right? Well, this is kind of an underhanded thing to say, but to my knowledge, they were treated relatively well. My parents, they couldn’t have known how wrong it was. That’s just how things were at the time.

Anyway, Papa had always wanted a son. Someone who could help work the fields, take over for him when he passed. Instead, he got me. For better or for worse, it soon became apparent that he had ‘no idea how a girl was supposed to be raised’. Unfortunately, my mother did, and being the dominant half of the relationship, she did her best to make sure I grew up prim and proper. However, I made my position on the matter very clear, favoring my father’s approach being as it was unhindered by trite, meaningless conventions. I don’t think she ever forgave him for that, but I didn’t notice or care at the time. The old man took me hunting with him a lot. I enjoyed it.

Well, I did at first. For a couple of years, I was mostly a bystander. I would help set traps and lay quietly in wait for unsuspecting prey. It wasn’t until Papa decided I was old enough to handle a weapon that I had trouble. Now, I would have to pull the trigger. When the time came, though, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to take a life, even if it was just an animal. My father, he was very understanding. Very supportive. He never tried to force my hand, but in spite of that, or maybe because of it, I wanted to make him proud. When I let him know how I felt, he told me something that would stick with me forever. With a smile, he said, ‘Okay. If you’re sure, I’ll tell you a secret. The deer, they know they can’t live forever. They have to be prepared to go at any moment. They could be attacked by coyotes, or succumb to sickness. Any number of things could go wrong at any time. There’s nothing we can do to protect them. What we can do, Abigail, is make sure their deaths mean something.’ He patted me on the head, turned and walked away. I don’t think he fully understood the impact his words had. Maybe they were misguided. Maybe they sent me down a dangerous path, but I took them to heart. Armed with that mindset, I no longer had trouble shooting to kill.

Fast forward six years. It’s 1861, the beginning of the Civil War. Tensions had been running high since the formation of the Confederacy, and now they reached a peak. My mother didn’t take it well, and she became much more severe with our workers. Unrest soon made its way into our entire household as well, and my father lost sleep over it. We went hunting more often now. It distracted us from the anxiety, and selling the extra meat helped pad out our finances incase hard times were on the way. While we were out one day, Papa… He thought he saw a deer, and he shot at it, and-“


Abigail came to an abrupt halt. Recounting so much so quickly must have been hard on her.

“We can stop for now if you’d like.” Logan said.

“No, it’s alright.” The woman protested. “I just need a minute to think this through.” She looked older. Maybe eighteen or nineteen now.

The pair sat quietly until Abigail was ready to go on.


“After that, something happened. Something that a deer had never done before. It shot back. Musket balls flew through the air around our heads. I pressed my back against a nearby tree, and my father threw himself to the ground as he hurried to load another shot. ‘Stop! Please, stop shooting!’ He yelled. I was too afraid to say anything myself, but it seemed that wouldn’t be necessary. For a long moment, there was silence. I peeked around the trunk to see if the coast was clear, only to be met with a shard of metal grazing my head. I cried out in pain, and my father immediately loosed another bullet. It was followed shortly by a grunt, and some frantic cursing. I took off my hat and held it out in the open. Two shots rang out, one cleanly puncturing it. I quickly popped out from behind cover, saw two uniformed men in the open, and put a bullet in one’s chest. The other ducked back into hiding. I thought… I thought I heard him yell a name, after that. Um… One of the remaining men made a dash for the guy I had just shot and tried to pull him to safety. Papa hit him too. The last one ran away. Once the coast was clear and we were able to piece together what had happened, we realized that we had just killed four Union soldiers.

That night, we burned the bodies and threw their weapons into a river. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough to hide what had taken place. Letting the one man escape turned out to be a huge mistake. Eventually, Union soldiers began coming to our door and asking questions, the kind of questions that could only mean they were a hair’s breadth from the answer, and one of the men seemed as if he might recognize me. Our discovery was inevitable, and I was frightened. Frightened enough to do something drastic. One day, I decided to tail the soldiers after they visited us, bringing a hunting rifle with me. As I followed them, they took a wagon on a path that I knew would lead to a rather steep cliff road. I moved to head them off an was already in position by the time they arrived. My mind clouded with fear, I took aim and fired on the driver. The gunshot split the air like thunder, spooking the horses. They took off at full speed, running along the narrow path at a dangerous pace. After a particularly sharp turn, the restraints snapped, and the wagon’s momentum sent it careening over the edge.

I made my way down to the cliff where the wagon had fallen and looked down below. Of the several men who had been aboard, only a couple were still moving. I shot them too. This road was way out in the middle of nowhere, so there was practically no risk of being heard. The bodies would be eaten by wolves long before anyone could find them and realize they’d been assassinated. I felt like throwing up, but I told myself that their deaths would help protect my father. Thinking back, it was a brash move that could have ended disastrously, but I got lucky. The greatest threat was gone, but knowledge of the skirmish I’d been in was still circulating, and soon the wagon of Union soldiers that had gone missing became a topic of interest as well. It was apparent that more would need to be done to steer suspicion.

As my streak of brilliant ideas continued, I decided to sneak into a Confederate camp and lift a uniform and some weapons. The rest is history. For the next few years, I made strategic strikes against Union forces, and I always made sure they knew who to blame. Masquerading as a solo operating Confederate sniper, I picked off higher-ranking officers, interrupted supply chains, and instilled a healthy fear of this deadly character in the soldiers. All of it to draw attention away from Papa. As I killed more and more, remained strong in the knowledge that all of these deaths… that they were serving a good purpose. Eventually, I succeeded. The men who had mysteriously died in the forest on that fateful day were marked down as victims of my alter ego.”


“D-damn.” Logan said, looking at the floor. By now, Abigail had all but reverted to her original appearance, though there were still some slight differences.

“This is the part where you judge me.” She said without looking at him, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

“Well… I mean, what you did wasn’t so bad. You had good intentions, and it was, y’know, war.” The boy gave her a sidelong glance.

“War?” Again, Abigail chuckled humorlessly. “No. Those men I killed may have been soldiers, but I wasn’t technically a part of the Confederate army. More importantly, I never wanted to fight against the Union. At the time, I had rationalized it away with those excuses, but now I’ve come to terms with the fact that my actions were tantamount to murder.”

“Come on, don’t say that.” Logan protested.

“And why not?!” She raised her voice suddenly. “It’s not like it matters anymore! I’m dead, remember? What conceivable reason could there be for me to keep lying to myself?”

That shut the Scot up. He thought for a good long minute before talking again.

“You’re only human. You did your best.”

Abigail’s face turned blank, and she was silent for a minute. Then, she began speaking once more.


“1863. That was the year the Emancipation Proclamation was signed. One of the most famous documents in American history, and the worst thing that ever happened to me. If you were paying attention, you’ll remember that I had a mother. Well, you see, she went into town pretty regularly. That’s why she was the first to receive news of the Proclamation, and she went absolutely insane. Worse, by this time, Mother had learned about my moonlighting as a Confed after finding the weapons and uniform I kept hidden at home. She wasn’t in her right mind, overcome with horror at what the slaves might do to me in retaliation if they were freed. It never occurred to her how flawed that reasoning was. To the workers, it was just like any other day. That’s why I imagine they must have been terribly confused when their master’s wife approached them with my revolver.

I think… I think it was an accident. My mother, as unstable as she may have been, didn’t have it in her to kill someone. But she shot one of them, right in the shoulder. The others rushed her and began to grapple for the gun. Papa… God, Papa ran out when he saw what was happening and tried to separate them, but, um. Damn it. The, uh… the gun went off. H-hah. Why did I have to keep that stupid thing around the house?

By the time I arrived, the men had all gone, and my father was dead. Mother explained what had happened through choked sobs, and a few weeks later, she died of a stroke. Just like that, two years of bloody work had been completely invalidated. Dozens of people, dead. For no reason. After that, any sense of purpose I’d had simply vanished. Without any kind of direction, I joined the Confederate army in a more official capacity. Combat was all I knew. Not that I ever killed again. I only went for legs or horses or vehicles, and very often I’d simply steal away from battles altogether. On one occasion, I was completely surrounded by enemies, and I didn’t hesitate to throw myself to the ground and plead pathetically for mercy. I took refuge in cowardice, too afraid to kill and too afraid to die. That went on until 1865, when my luck finally ran out, and I was shot.”


“The end!” she concluded in an inappropriately cheery tone. She looked over at her descendent, who wore an incredulous expression.

“Jesus Christ, Abigail!” Logan shouted. For the first time, he took note of a revolver and a thin sword at her hip.

“Language.” She replied in a deadpan tone. “Earlier, you said I did my best. But my best wasn’t good enough. My best got my entire family and many others killed.” Noting the boy’s troubled expression, she quickly changed her tune. “Don’t worry, though, I’m over it. Time will do that. It’s just, when you summon me, the events before my death get shoved to the forefront of my consciousness. I needed to vent a little is all. Like I said, I am an ex-person, so I don’t really have anything to be sad about.” She rested her head in her hands disinterestedly.

“S-so noble!” The Scot’s voice quivered. “It’s okay, you don’t need to feign strength! This is a safe place, and I am here for you.” He moved to give Abigail a hug, but her annoyed glare made him think twice. “Ahem. Well, did you ever find your parents? In the afterlife?”

“I couldn’t tell you. I honestly can’t remember what it’s like there at all… No, I don’t think so. It’s all very hazy, but I’m sure I’d recall meeting them. I don’t know if it even works that way.”

“Oh.” He turned his gaze to the floor. “Is, uh… do you like being summoned? I mean, is it nice to be back in the physical realm?”

Abigail thought for a moment before speaking. “Hard to say. At first it was really uncomfortable, but now that I’ve had some time to adjust, I suppose it’s not so bad.” She glanced at logan quizzically. “Hey, you’re… you’re my descendant, right?”

“Yeah…” Logan responded impulsively, then stopped. “Wait, no. You’re actually my step-mom’s ancestor. We’re not blood relatives at all. Come to think of it, you never said anything about having a child, did you?”

“Nope. Your step-mother probably descended from one of my cousins, which would make me yooour… step-cousin, nine or ten times removed I think. It seems like there’s more to your powers than you’d thought. Maybe family ties go beyond just biology.”

“Maybe. Or it could just be that all people are technically related.” Logan had been giving this some thought.

Abigail brought her knees in to her chest and hugged her legs. “Hey, do you think…” The Scot looked at her expectantly, awaiting the rest of the question. “Um, never mind.”

“Nuh uh, come on. Spit it out.”

“Well, with your powers, shouldn’t you be able to let me talk to my parents?” Abigail appeared almost hopeful, and Logan immediately regretted stringing her along.

“I’m sorry.” He frowned. Abigail’s expression fell slightly too. “It’s not that simple. I can’t summon more than one person at a time. Even if I could, there are other things getting in the way as well. The ancestors I’m able to call upon are determined by several factors, some of which are still complete mysteries to me. The most important thing, though, is that they have a strong warrior’s spirit, something I can resonate with.” The boy glanced over and was surprised to see his ancestor wearing a sorrowful smile.

“Ha… Warrior’s spirit? Funny. I’m just a scared girl. You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, you know.”

“You’re wrong.” Logan stood suddenly, his voice assuming a serious tone. The woman looked up at him, slightly taken aback. “I can’t say whether your actions were justified. Extreme situations can make people act desperately. Still, you fought bravely to protect what you loved, and you didn’t stop until there was nothing left to lose. You have the heart of a champion. I can tell. I’m proud to call you my step-cousin, nine or ten times removed.” The Scot held out his hand. Abigail stared at it for a second, then smirked, clasping it in her own and letting him puller her to her feet.

“Hey, whatever, kid. If I need a pep-talk, I’ll ask for it.” The soldier replied, then smiled warmly. “Good chat, though. Now, if it’s alright with you, I should probably be getting home now.”

“Right.” Logan said, preparing to send her back. As Abigail began to fade from existence, he spoke one more time. “Hey, you’ll find them. Even if the other side is some stupid eternal unconsciousness dealie, I know you can do it.”

She stared at him vacantly for a moment, then gave a thumbs up. A few seconds later, she was gone.

Logan slumped against a bookshelf, placed a hand on his forehead and sighed deeply. That conversation had thoroughly exhausted him, and as it began to sink in, he realized that he was back to square one. If Abigail wasn’t to blame for the disassembled rifle, then who or what was?


**********


“Hello again, young Master Douglas.” Sir William greeted cheerily as he opened the secret passage in the Archive Club room. Despite of his demeanor, though, it was obvious that he wasn’t terribly pleased. The junior had been spending hours a day practicing in the s**** for the past week or so. Stubborn as Logan was, the knight had all but given up on trying to reign in the boy’s potentially dangerous regimen. Maybe he wouldn’t even bring it up today. “As a responsible man of honour, I feel obligated to recommend that you temper your training habits, lest you burn out entirely.” Alright, perhaps that was a bit much to ask.

“O-oh no!” Logan responded, placing his hands behind his head casually as he descended the staircase in spite of the spirit’s cautions. “The foolishness of youth, it compels me to press on! It… it’s too strong, I can’t fight it!” With a sigh, Sir William followed dutifully.

“Oh, lighten up, Will.” Logan grinned as he navigated to the training room. He took enjoyment in being overly familiar with the ghost even though it seemed to be slightly distressing for him. “I’ve done a good job of minding my limits so far. Even if I do wind up hurting myself, this is just a lesson I’ll have to learn the hard way.” Despite his confident tone, the Scot’s entire body was sore from overexertion, a fact that was not lost on Sir William.

“Very well, then.” The knight replied seriously. “However, we will warm up first, as per usual.”

“Actually, I don’t think that’ll be necessary toda-“

“We will warm up first. As per usual.” The spirit’s blue eyes pierced into the boy’s soul and any thoughts he had of resisting were immediately quashed. Sir William was deadly serious about his warm-ups apparently. After around twenty minutes of stretching and light exercises, he was satisfied.

“Now that we’re nice and loose, we can begin the workout proper. Pray tell, what is scheduled for today’s program, Master Logan? Targe summoning repetitions? Those are a personal favorite of mine.”

“Two, please.” Logan responded without missing a beat, much to Sir William’s chagrin. Sighing yet again, the knight snapped his fingers, and a pair of apparitional warriors appeared beside him. They brandished their pollaxes menacingly, awaiting their cue to attack.

The Scot quickly donned his signature sword, shield, and chainmail combination and prepared for combat. He brought the claymore abreast of his face, with the blade pointed forward and at a slight upward angle. He had barely made it into position when the ghosts jumped into action. Their first move was to spread apart and approach him from either side, flanking him right out of the gate. The knight on the boy’s left swung his weapon horizontally at chest level, while the other prepared for a stab. Logan reacted quickly, turning to the left and catching his first assailant’s swing with his sword. The blade slid along the underside of the axe until it got caught on the crossguard. With his free arm, he used his shield to knock the other man’s axe aside before it could skewer him, then swiftly reached out and wrapped his arm around the pole. With both weapons caught, he violently twisted his body, relieving the two combatants of their pollaxes simultaneously.

One of the knights dove for the axe that had been knocked to the floor by the claymore, while the other made a grab for the one Logan had coiled in his arm. However, he was too slow. The boy tossed the weapon away, sending it skittering across the room. Logan brought up his sword to deliver a vertical strike on the knight who had crouched to retrieve his weapon. The man managed to bring up the pole in time to block the attack, but from this position, he would quickly be overpowered. Unfortunately, the Scot had made a miscalculation. Rather than going for his discarded pollaxe, the other knight had circled behind the boy while he was distracted. Suddenly, he trapped Logan in a reverse bearhug, pinning his arms to his sides. The other ghost got to his feet and targeted his helpless opponent’s chest with a thrust, and the boy was unable to lift his sword or shield.

As the business end of the weapon approached the Logan’s torso, Sir William nearly gave the order for the knights to cease their attack. However, just in time, the Scot kicked upward, knocking the pollaxe off course before it could hit home. The assailant’s momentum carried him forward, bringing him close to Logan. The boy lifted both of his feet off the ground, braced them against the man’s chest, and pushed with as much force has he could muster. The action sent all three combatants sprawling to the ground. The grip of the ghost that had been trapping Logan was loosened by the impact, and the boy took the opportunity to roll away and recover to a kneeling position. The knight was still prostrate for the time being, though the other one had regained his footing. Taking a risk, Logan decided to capitalize on his opponent’s vulnerability. Unable to position his sword for an attack in a timely manner, he instead leapt off the ground, allowing gravity bring his weight down on the prone man in an elbow drop. The spike of the Scot’s targe cleanly punctured the ghost’s abdomen. A low, breathy wail could be heard as he faded from existence.

With one of the ghosts gone, Logan quickly turned to his remaining attacker, who was now bearing down on him. The boy’s brash attack had left him in a disadvantageous position with barely enough time to brace his sword against the incoming vertical chop. As the claymore and the pollaxe locked together, the knight pulled back, the crook of his weapon catching the sword and yanking it toward him. Pulled off balance, Logan collapsed forward onto his hands and knees. The ghost moved to deliver a coup de grâce. Desperate, the boy lunged forward, slamming bodily into his opponent’s legs and sending him to the floor. After a brief struggle, Logan managed to mount the knight’s torso. He attempted to strike with the claymore before the man could react, but again the fighter managed to block with his axe. As the weapons clashed, Logan heard a sharp crack. His eyes widened as he looked down to see that the blade had snapped. As the tip of the sword clanged against the ground, the knight flipped the boy to the side and pinned him. He then tried to press the pole of his weapon against Logan’s throat and choke him, but the Scot managed to keep it at bay with his arm until he was able to reach his broken blade and jab it into the spirit’s neck. With another ghastly moan, the final threat disappeared.

Damn. It happened again. Logan pondered as he eyed the broken sword in his hand. As he stood to his feet, his musings were interrupted by the sound of deliberate clapping.

“Bravo! Good show, Master Douglas.” Sir William congratulated the boy heartily. “You’ve come quite a long way. You should be proud of your performance.” Logan smiled. He could read between the lines. What the man was really trying to say was ‘You’ve done enough. Please stop before you get yourself hurt.’

“Appreciated, Sir William, but I can’t afford to be resting on my laurels just yet. I need to find out why my weapons are in such bad shape.” Logan explained. “Besides, Id or Max or Alice would’ve ripped them to shreds in an instant. I have a lot of catching up to do.”

“If it’s your weapons you are concerned about, then I doubt physical training is going to do you much good.” The knight replied. “Your armaments were fine before, and you certainly have not grown weaker since then. At least, your body hasn’t.”

“Wh-“

“I’m not finished. It seems to me that there is someone better suited to help you with this, someone that you are purposely disregarding. Stubbornness is one thing, young master, but willful ignorance is unbecoming of you.”

Logan flushed, taken off-guard by Sir William’s uncharacteristic harshness. “You mean my ancestors, right? Well, I already talked to Abigail, and she didn’t know anything. Why would… the other be any different?” Despite his protests, however, there was truth to the knight’s words. Logan had intentionally avoided summoning Aileana out of nervousness, afraid of what a second encounter would be like after he had so thoroughly botched the first. The presumption that she wouldn’t know anything useful was but a convenient excuse not to have to meet her again.

“Is that truly your only reason for not wanting to summon her?” the spirit inquired, fixing the boy with a kind gaze. “Fear comes in many forms, Master Logan, and it is something you’ve always possessed the will to overcome. However, equally vital is the presence of mind to recognize it when it rears its head. For that reason, it is of the utmost importance that you never lie to yourself.”

After Sir William was finished speaking, Logan closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, bowing his head. When he looked up again, he wore a c*** grin. He glanced inquisitively at the knight, who gave single nod. Without further deliberation the boy commenced the summoning. Before long, a helmeted figure in chain mail and cloth armor appeared in the center of the room.

“*What the… Oh. Well, if it isn’t the poser again.” Aileana spoke. “What did you tear me away from my eternal resting place for this time, ‘Allan’? If that is your real name.” She had yet to notice the room’s other occupant.

“It isn’t. I, uh, think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot last time, and I was hoping-“

“Hoping what? That you could coerce me into forgetting your remarkably rude behavior? Forget it! Tell me how to get out of here.” The irritable woman demanded, apathetic toward Logan’s request. Sir William decided to speak up.

“Please, my good lady, I think what Master Logan means to say is-“ The knight suddenly found himself reeling backwards, stopping only after a several steps, and realized that he had just been struck. Aileana, formerly unaware of his presence, now stood facing him with her fist raised. A glint of green could be seen from inside her helmet, and her entire form radiated with aggression. “Ah. I apologize if I have done anything to offend you, ma’am. It was simply my intention to-“

Aileana cut him off once again, drawing her sword and taking a swipe at him. He was forced to jump out of the way.

“I see.” Sir William said as he withdrew his own weapon, a halberd. “I am loath to engage in combat with a lady, but if you intend to do me harm, I will not hesitate to-“

Sword clashed against pole arm as the Aileana rushed the knight once again. He quickly disengaged, stepping to the side and allowing the weapons to slide past each other. The woman swiftly turned to face him again.

“Will you stop interrupting me?” Sir William asked, slightly indignant. “It is. Most. Uncouth!” He shouted, sweeping low with his halberd.

Aileana hopped over the swing and prepared to counterattack from the air. However, as the knight’s momentum spun him around, he pivoted on his right heel and kicked outward. Unable to change direction in midair, the woman sailed right into his foot. Sir William stumbled, knocked off-balance by performing such an awkward maneuver in full body armor, but presently regained his stance. Aileana, on the other hand, had the wind knocked out of her and fell to the ground. The knight had to resist the urge to offer her a hand, which was just as well because she got back on her feet with remarkable speed regardless. Without wasting another moment, she sheathed her claymore and charged yet again. Unsure of what to expect, Sir William braced his halberd in front of him for protection. As Aileana approached him, she dove below the weapon and directly into the man’s midsection. With a loud grunt, she wrapped her arms around his waist and hoisted his body into the air, then threw him to the floor. Only once he was downed did she draw her weapon again in an attempt to behead him. The knight managed to roll out of the way, then continued rolling as Aileana chased him with a series of downward strikes.

As one of the attacks narrowly missed the spirit’s neck, he brought his armored hand up and grabbed the blade. Aileana attempted to yank it out of his grasp, but he managed to hold on, and all she accomplished was helping him to his feet. The woman continued to attack, but with Sir William controlling the tip of the sword, it was impossible to land a blow. Undeterred, she threw the blade away. The knight relinquished his grip on the sword as well, but not before his arm had been pulled to the side by its weight. He tried to position the halberd between himself and his attacker, but with only one arm, he couldn’t maneuver it quickly enough. Aileana stepped forward and planted her foot on the knight’s breastplate, then kicked, sending him stumbling backwards. Sir William groaned, taking a second to recover. Then, he cast his pole arm aside and spread his arms wide in a posture of challenge. Aileana stopped for a moment, then cracked her knuckles and removed her helmet to reveal a bloodthirsty grin. Wanting to be on equal footing, Sir William followed suit, discarding his own helm and placing his hands in front of him, fisticuffs style.

The helmet hadn’t even hit the floor before the woman dashed toward her opponent, but Sir William was prepared. Aileana’s tendency to charge heedlessly headlong into the fray made her predictable. As expected, she aimed a shot right at his head. He effortlessly knocked the blow aside and countered with a devastating cross to her face. To the knight’s surprise, however, Aileana retaliated by grabbing onto his wrist. He responded in kind, grabbing her free hand with his own to prevent any further strikes. Unfortunately, he had made a miscalculation, as a third hand would have been needed to prevent her from head butting him. Therefore, she head butted him. While Sir William was disoriented from the impact, the woman wrenched her hand free from his grip, then swiftly circled behind him and pulled his arm into a shoulder lock. He tried to use his free arm to break out, but she quickly grabbed that one as well. Unable to move either of his arms, the knight decided to take a cue from his opponent. He drove his head backwards with as much force as he could muster and prayed that the attack would find purchase. The maneuver awarded a loud crunch and a small yelp from behind him. With his arms free, he spun around to face the other combatant and was immediately met with a punch of meteoric proportions to the jaw. He was beginning to regret telling Logan to summon this woman.

When Sir William’s vision cleared, he was lying on his back. He could see Aileana approaching him, dragging an object he couldn’t quite make out along the ground. The lower half of her face was covered in blood, but he hardly noticed, drawn instead to the murderous intent emanating from her eyes. With a wild cry, she lifted her arm above her head. Yep. That was definitely a battle axe. As Aileana brought her weapon down on top of the knight, a heater shield appeared in his arms, protecting him from the blow. The woman continued her assault, battering the shield until it began to dent. On a particularly hard swing, the axe penetrated the shield, stopping inches away from Sir William’s face. If this unnerved him, he didn’t show it. Instead, he grabbed hold of the weapon embedded in the shield and used it to pull his opponent forward. Once she was teetering above him, he pressed both of his feet into her torso and pushed off, sending her hurdling over him. She deftly rolled back into a fighting stance and prepared to continue attacking, but this had given the knight ample time to stand up as well. As the two faced off, Sir William summoned a one-handed arming sword to compliment his heater shield. Aileana responded in turn, creating a targe to mirror her adversary’s weaponry. The two stared blankly, sizing each other up for what seemed like minutes. Then, surprisingly, Sir William made the next move. He charged straight for Aileana in a bid to take her by surprise. However, she was only a split-second behind him. The combatants barreled forward dangerously, shields raised, weapons poised to strike.

“Yeah! Kick her arse, Will!”

Aileana and Sir William both looked to the source of the noise simultaneously. They were distracted for only a split-second, but that was long enough for the two to crash solidly into one another. Weapons clattered to the floor as the two fighters sprawled on the ground, both panting heavily.

“Oooh, sorry. I guess I shouldn’t have interrupted.” Logan said, sitting with his legs crossed. “Still, that was pretty great!”

Both of the combatants sat up, but neither made a move beyond that. The tension had been diffused, and nobody really felt like fighting anymore.

“Enjoying ourselves, are we, lad?” Aileana piped in, wiping her arm across her face. “Havin’ a little giggle?”

“There is… nothing great about this, young master.” Sir William wheezed between labored breaths. “Pardon me, miss…”

“Oh yeah. Now seems like as good a time as any for introductions. Will, meet Aileana McWilliam.” Logan chirped. “Aileana, Sir William.”

“Ah, I’m so flattered that you remember my name.” The woman said, sarcasm hanging from every word like a bad analogy.

“Medieval Europe was pretty Williamy, wasn’t it?” The boy added, unfazed.

“Yes, quite.” The knight said brusquely. “At any rate, I would very much like an explanation as to why you accosted me, Lady Aileana.”

“Hmph.” She shrugged. “I was just itching for a good fight. Consider it my way of saying hello. Also, your getup may or may not have reminded me of a certain English dog what killed me.”

“Ah, I see.” Sir William replied. “Well, my lady, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Likewise. It’s always a treat to encounter a semi-competent fighter.” Aileana briefly stretched out her arms and stood up, reseting her hands on her hips. “Alright then, what was it you called me here for again?”


Logan spent the next several minutes explaining his problem and recounting the events that had taken place on the night of the ball, sparing no detail. Aileana listened wordlessly, grunting every so often as the boy spoke.

“So these other kids with spirit powers. They’re pretty great, huh?”

“Um, yeah, I guess. What does that have to do with my weapons, though?” Logan asked.

“Why don’t you tell me, you dafty?” Aileana responded, scratching her back. “You’re the one what told the story, and literally the only relevant thing you mentioned was how your gun fell apart. The rest of the time you were just whining about how powerless you were and praising those other ankle-biters.” She complained.

“Oh. So, you don’t have any ideas?”

“On the contrary. It’s pretty obvious what the problem is. But if you aren’t sharp enough to figure it out yourself, then you really aren’t worth my time. And that’s saying something, because my time is pretty much worthless. I have infinity of it.” Aileana closed her eyes and cracked her neck. “Feel free to call me down here again once you’ve worked this out. Maybe then I can teach you a thing or two. Until then, toodles!”

With that, the spirit disappeared. Logan was the one who had sent her away, of course. Not wanting to mess up her exit, he had simply followed her lead when she said her farewell. After that, he and Sir William stood silently for a moment, staring at nothing in particular. Logan spoke up first.

“Well, I think I’m done for today.” he said, gingerly rubbing his sore shoulder and starting toward the exit.

“So soon?” The knight inquired, following him closely. “It has scarcely been hour.”

“Don’t be cheeky with me, sir knight. This is what you wanted.” Logan grumbled. “In the meantime, I think I need to go do some soul-searching.”

“Very well, then. I take it we’ll be picking up where we left off tomorrow, at a more reasonable pace this time?”

“Sure thing, Will. And with any luck, I might bring a new toy to try out.” Logan replied as he approached the club room door.

“Very good. I’ll see you then, young Ma-… I mean, Logan.” Sir William said.

The Scot stopped in his tracks for a few seconds, nodded slightly, then continued out the door. A few seconds after the boy was out of sight, the knight smiled softly and closed the secret passage to the s****. “Nice hair, by the way!” Logan’s voice suddenly resounded from the hallway.

With a sigh, the spirit put his helmet back on.

*In the interest of preserving my sanity, Aileana's rather potent dialect will no longer be reflected in spelling.


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Name: Evelyn Victoria St. Augustine
Age: 14
Year: 1st

Appearance: Evelyn is of average height and petite, not having grown much over the past school year. Her bust has shown slight signs of maturing, though is average for a girl her age. Her eyes are light brown, with an often intimidating and occasionally icy gaze. Her hair seems a bit lighter, though still predominantly brown and kept at a length a little over her shoulder, having cut it over the summer. Her bangs have been grown out, with them brushed to the side of her face, and often held separate from the rest of her hair by a white headband.

She maintains her perfectionist attitude towards her school uniform, keeping it in impeccable condition, and of her own clothes, she only shops in Paris and Milan, so you can imagine her wardrobe. She still wears her pearl earrings and her beloved silver crucifix, which has helped her out of many sticky situations.

Personality: Evelyn has become a bit more sensitive to the feelings of others around her. While she may still rebuke others for acting stupidly, she has become a lot more patient and less prone to insulting others outright. She retains her strong and cold exterior, though when with those who she considers friends and confidants, she relents and reveals a gentle and fragile soul filled with hopes and dreams. She is still quite the perfectionist, though she has learned to accept some of her faults and shortcomings. Her pride however still stands in the way, so she never admits to these things. At times, Evelyn seems distracted, as if trying to see or hear something closely, though she is quick to brush it off if anyone brings attention to this, and will even become irritable if the issue is further pressed.

Biography: Evelyn comes from two very rich and old families deeply involved with the Catholic Church, despite presently no longer being Catholic, or even all that religious for that matter. Her mother, Angeline, is descended from the La Croix, a family that migrated from Rome to France and then to England. It was involved with the maintenance of the Church treasury. Her father, Winston, on the other hand is descended from the St. Augustine, a family comprised of various marriages between templar lords. In fact, her father’s side of the family has been greatly involved in monster and demon slaying for centuries. They had four daughters: Stephanie, Helena, Olivia and Evelyn.

Evelyn's birth was a harrowing moment for the St. Augustine family; born prematurely, the doctors were unsure whether Evelyn would survive beyond infancy. Her brush with death predestined the child for a life intertwined with the supernatural at a very young age, despite the efforts of her mother to protect her youngest daughter. Even as a toddler, Evelyn was able see the ancestral spirit that her older sister Stephanie summoned. Her father, a seasoned monster hunter, quickly took it upon himself to train his daughter, as he had trained his three elder daughters before her. Much to the chagrin of her mother, their training sessions became a father-daughter bonding experience of sorts.

Evelyn was homeschooled for most of what would be regarded as primary school in most countries. Her education revolving around not only matters of arithmetic and grammar, but also extensive knowledge on supernatural creatures. When she transitioned to Arclight Academy, she had her initial issues; remaining distant from most of her peers, though by winter she had made genuine friends inside and out of the Archive Club.

Her brushes with demons have demanded that she become stronger, and as a result, multiple new abilities have revealed themselves over the first half of the year. She has also since taken up an interest in demonology, seeking to better understand her enemy. After meeting an ancient ancestor, Evelyn's senses have expanded ten-fold, which has become almost distracting for the girl.

Arte: Artes Spiritorum - [None] Major: Soul of Light Minor: Soul of Flight
Limits: Evelyn's soul of light allows her to conjure up to seven light wisps at a time. Each of these wisps are approximately the size of soccer balls, providing both light and minimal heat. Her wisps can take on an explosive nature, allowing them to explode once they hit their target or on her mental command, however they predominantly express concussive energy on contact with her targets.
- Another ability arising from her soul of light is the ability to exude a "light veil" a large wisp that explodes, resulting in a flash of light that blinds her enemies within its radius, and hiders the sight of the untouched from seeing anything within its radius.
- Her most recent light ability allows her to stretch her wisps into concentrated beams of light. They do not burn, but they release a significant amount of force in the direction that the light travels.
Evelyn's soul of flight allows her to fly confidently through the air for an indeterminate amount of time. As this soul requires less, energy she almost always has access to this ability. She is capable of performing acrobatic aerial feats, as well as flying at a pace slightly faster than the average running speed.
Skill(s): Extensive knowledge on spirits; exorcisms; literate in Latin; conversational skill in an assortment of European languages.
Weapon(s): Glaive; rapier
Roommate: Bernice Yolanda Holiday


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Chapter 5: Exodus

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