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Broken Heroes | An original superhero mystery RP [R]

Discussion in 'Role-Playing Games' started by Minteh, Jul 15, 2019.

  1. Minteh

    Minteh It's so shiny!

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    Valour Apartment Building, Aberdeen, Scotland
    September 3rd 2029, 10:47am
    Ginevra 'Ginny' Caswell

    The day Ginny received her mysterious summons in the post began ordinarily enough. She had no commissions to fulfil and was not due at work until the following day. That morning she had the apartment to herself; Mira and Jordan making the most of their last day with his parents before she would come home and prepare for school again.

    With no prior commitments for that day, Ginny had lounged in her comfortable bed for an hour, before finally getting out. She tied a silky dressing gown around her waist and stepped into the kitchen. She flitted between the cupboards and fridge, retrieving a few ingredients to make breakfast. She had almost finished her scrambled eggs when a noise by the front door caught her attention, alerting her to the fact the morning post had been delivered. Once she had finished making her breakfast, setting it down on the breakfast table, she hurried to fetch the post.

    She would browse through the stack of letters whilst eating her breakfast. None of them were out of the ordinary at first. It was the usual collection of orders, bank statements, a bill for the water and electricity, and a few shopping brochures. It was the final letter which would catch her attention. It was a creamy coloured envelope, with her name written in oddly familiar cursive on the front. It stood out even more as it was her full name written, as opposed to just Ginny. Curious for more, she flipped it over to open it, when something on the back startled her. It was a blue wax stamp, with a hippogriff sigil on it. The mere sight of the stamp caused a sense of unease to wash over her. The sigil belonged to the Caswell family. Whereas the Rangers had their official sigil, this hippogriff belonged solely to the family and was used primarily for official documents.

    It took Ginny a long time to eventually open the letter. Even after finishing her breakfast, she just stared at it, unsure what to think or do. She could not believe her "parents" had found her after so long, and worried what implications this letter would hold.

    When she finally opened it, she was surprised to find that the contents were not what she had been expecting. It had been written by Nathan Wicke, the head butler of the household. In it, he explained how a tragedy had befallen the family - Lucas and their parents were dead. The letter didn't explain why or how this had happened but implored Ginny to attend a meeting to hash out inheritances. An address was attached to the bottom, asking her to head there, as well as a number too in case she was unable to make it.

    Ginny would like to say she felt grief for the loss, but she didn't, only relief. For Lucas, there was a sense of sorrow. He had been the only one foolish to stay behind, continuing to work as a Ranger even up until his death. She had hated him for staying, choosing Matthew and Renata over the rest of them, but regardless he was still her brother. The one who would attempt to steer their parent's attention away from them if they were ever in trouble, who would sneak sweets and toys into their rooms, and tried his best to keep everyone happy and contented.

    For his sake, she would go.


    The Angel's Rest, London, England
    September 10th 2029

    It had been a long time since she been to the capital. Now that Mira was older, she took fewer jobs out of Scotland, purely for the sake of staying at home. Even though she hadn't been here in a couple of years, the city was much the same, nothing new or interesting to note.

    The pub they had been invited to was small and quaint, yet clearly very upscale if the decor was to go by. Ginny had felt odd dragging the suitcase she had been encouraged to bring behind her, feeling awkward dragging it inside. It didn't seem right bringing a suitcase in here, even if this was the first stop before they were all taken elsewhere.

    Upon arrival, Ginny was surprised to see she was the first to arrive. A waiter lead her into a private function room, which had been decorated somberly with white and black balloons, and a small banner hung on the private bar which welcomed the Caswells.

    "Are we allowed to order drinks and food?" Ginny asked as she approached the barkeep managing the bar.

    "Only non-alcoholic beverages and finger foods are available, miss," He answered courteously. "It has all been paid for in advance by a Mr Wicke."

    Ginny nodded slowly and then mused over what was on offer, asking for sparkling water and a french fancy. She would take a seat at the opposite side of the room, facing the doors so to see anyone coming in. She would eat her little cake quickly, leaving a napkin behind. While she rested one arm on the table, the other hand idly messed around with the napkin, folding and unfolding it into little shapes whilst she awaited the arrival of her siblings.
  2. Schade

    Schade Do you hear it? Don't listen.

    Devin (Caswell) Pichard
    Pichard recidence, Ajaccio, France.
    September 6th 2029, 05:34am

    The morning started as every other morning often did. Waking up somewhere around 5 am, Devin had gone for his daily morning jog around the neighbourhood. The coastal air felt good for him, revitalizing him and giving him energy for the next step of the day, which would happen sometime later. The jog wasn't the most exciting route around, but it hit high on the relaxation chart. A gentle jog along the beach, before getting to a smaller wood, leading back to the modest house he was living in. The jog itself would take him about 45 minutes, give or take. He had marked the paths with cleverly hidden golden pinecones, which occasionally would be found. He had done this so many times by now there was a rumor the woods was blessed by the gods, gifting golden pinecones to those who treated their wives with respect. While the golden pinecone part was true, Devin had no idea where the other stuff came from, nor did he care. If anyone found his pinecones, he'd simply make more and relocate them.

    Coming home from the jog, Marjolaine had already started on breakfast, which was, as usual, some sort of fancy omelette with a variety of vegetables and spices you'd never believe would work for an omelette. Being the foodie of the trio, she was often, if not always, the first one to get started on breakfast, as she woke up not long after Devin did himself. While she often did breakfast, Devin would do it himself if she hadn't woken up yet by the time he came home. The trio's schedules varied by quite a lot, but Marjolaine was the one with the steadiest one. Having a job as a managerial assistant at a gym downtown, she would often get up early, and be home late. Devin, on the other hand, was easily the most flexible of the three, as he didn't feel the need to have a job to occupy himself with. As such, he often did most of the housework while the others were out.

    He gave her a quick smooch before proceeding to get her leftover stuff into her bag, as she was very forgetful on her own. She was the type of woman that would always forget something, regardless of how much she tried to remember it. IT was kind of endearing, actually. Making smalltalk about their daily routines, she eventually got the typical look of someone who just remembered something important, and she interrupted herself mid-sentence.
    "Oh, by the way. The mailman was here again, and there was another of the posh-looking envelopes addressed to you, i put it over there in case you'd want to look at it this time.". She gestured towards the dining table, where a modest pile of mail were lying. While most of it were fitness magazines, fan mail and bills, once again, one of the envelopes stuck out. It was a simple letter, with his full name, his real name gracefully engraved on the front. "Devin Caswell", it said. While he hadn't shared anything of his past with his lovers, They knew enough not to ask question, and they knew of his true name, despite being unfamiliar with his past as a wannabe superhero. Marjolaine paused for a moment, giving him a soft look before continuing on breakfast. "It might be important." she said. "If not, then they wouldn't have sent it four times already." Devin had gotten this letter several times over the past few days, but had refused to open it. He had made a clean cut with his old family, and hadn't seen nor heard from any of them since he left, without telling any of them.

    Holding the letter in his hands, he sighed as he opened and unfolded it. To his surprise though, the letter addressed how there had been deaths in the family. More specifically, his parents and Lucas. Alpha. While he couldn't give two quacks about his supposed Parents, the news of Lucas triggered something in him. Something he hadn't felt since the big fallout the two had had over a decade ago. Was this guilt? Lingering resentment? The weird dinner Pièrre had tried and failed miserably at creating the evening before? Whatever it was, the letter asked for him to be present at.. talks about inheritance? It sounded scetchy at best, considering everyone knew well that Devin could literally create inheritance beyond anyones wildest imaginations if he wanted to. Stupid Lucas and his stupid loyalty. Devin wasn't sure how long he was sitting there in silence, but the silence was broken by a loud yawn as Pièrre came in wearing nothing but his boxers and a tank top, yawning loudly as he stretch far and wide, muttering a good morning-esque sentence. Marjolaine gave him a stern but worried quick look, and he tensed up. "Something wrong?" he asked, his dark brown eyes suddenly turning curious and cautious.

    "brother is dead." Devin said in a deadpan voice. "Oh, and my parents too.". The silence that followed was far too respectful for what his parents deserved, but he broke it quickly. "I'm asked to come back to London to discuss inheritance with my siblings.". "Siblings?" Pièrre asked. "I didn't know you had siblings?". Marjolaine threw him another look. He hadn't told them any details about his past, and they had always been respectful, as all of them believed in looking forward, without dwelling on the past. Regardless, this made the situation slightly more awkward than it neded to be. They also didn't know of Devin's power of economical destruction, which meant they wouldnt understand why he was against the inheritance thing, which again would mean they would urge him to go. "Well..." Marjolaine started.

    The next day, the trio was standing at the airport. Devin sighed. Of course they had talked him into going back. He didn't want to. Like.. at all. He would much rather get a job than go back there. He didn't know what would meet him there. He couldn't imagine he was the only one contacted about this matter, and the reunion would be anything but pleasant. It wasn't that he hated his siblings, he had always gotten along well with them. But being so defensive of their parents made everything shatter when he learned the truth, and he had therefore figured it would be easier to make a clean cut. He knew some, if not all of them likely resented him for that. He was carrying a dufflebag with some basic changes of clothing, and he was wearing a simple outfit consisting of worn jeans, simple plain white sneackers and a grey hoodie with the word "Opulence" on the back. His hair was up in its usual bun, and he had kept his golden cross around his neck. Despite every fiber in his being telling him not to go, he was defeated on the matter. Kissing Marjolaine and Pièrre goodbye, he boarded the plane.

    The Angel's Rest, London, England
    September 10th 2029

    A few days later, he had reached the bar the letter had instructed him to be at. He had arrived a few days in advance, to get reaquainted with the city. He hadn't even been to England since he was 18, but it hadn't changed too much. Besides a bloom of new starbucks shops around every corner, it didn't tak too long for that nasty homey feel to kick in, reminding him of all the bad times he had experienced during his upbringing. The bar they were supposed to meet at was a modest establishment, flexing with some above average decor, trying to make it seem fancier than it really was. While the place certainly wasn't 5 star, Devin still felt just shabby enough to feel out of place. He disliked it.

    "Ah, Sir. Caswell. Your sister is awaiting you over here" a waiter told him, as he escorted him to a private room. It looked like a sad birthday party, with black and white balloons, and a banner made to welcome the Caswell family. The only thing the place lacked was a sad clown, but depending on what was about to go down here, Devin and/or his siblings would more than likely fill that role themselves. By the table sat the birthday girl herself. Or so it looked like. Like for real, it was a very sad sight to behold. Sitting down in silence, he nodded towards her. Judging by the folded paper tissue she was fiddling with, it was fairly obvious that this was Ginny. She looked more mature than she used to. It reflected in her clothing and choice of hairstyle, and it suited her.

    "Uhm... Hi." Devin said. While he was outwardly calm, his emotions was all over the place. No turning back now.
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  3. Vern

    Vern Why not both?

    Nondescript Apartment Building, Tokyo
    September 8th 2029, 3pm
    Evelyn Caswell

    Lyn lay on the couch, idly turning the letter back and forth. “Inheritances, huh…” she murmured, “I can’t believe they kicked it.”

    It was raining outside, and the dark made her feel drowsy — not that it’s unusual for her to feel drowsy. These days, she always felt like she wanted to sleep, even when she just woke up. An x-box controller lay on the floor, where she’d left it earlier, having given up on playing because it hurt her hands. The idea of returning to her childhood home felt wrong somehow, but she couldn’t deny that it was surprisingly attractive. There was hardly any love lost between her and her now-deceased parents, and even her relationship with Lucas had been a distant one. But somehow news of their death left her feeling… empty, kind of. Not that it’s unusual for her to feel empty.

    “I guess I’ll go.” She sighed, rolling off the sofa and limping over to the kitchen counter where the coffee machine was, stepping around some empty cans and discarded wrappers along the way. She left the letter lying on the floor. There wasn’t much else for her to do — her doctor had told her that her main objective between now and her final performance was to rest and not kill herself, and that left her with lots of free time. Besides, there might be some cool tech she could get her hands on. That wasn’t the real reason she wanted to go, of course, but she at least could have an excuse.

    Starting up the coffee machine, she picked up her smartphone and punched in the number of one of her benefactors. “Hey, Mr. Arkwright,” she began, putting on her cheerful voice, “It’s me, Lyn. Could you perhaps get me a lift to London?”

    The Angel's Rest, London, England
    September 10th 2029

    Returning to London was odd — she had a lot of history with the city, after all, and returning to it left a jumble of unwelcome emotions in her gut. She felt exposed, so she’d transformed herself to look like her brother Devin (or, at least, what she remembered him looking like). Of course, her form was a good deal shorter than the man himself, because she didn’t quite have it in her to do the skeleton-stretching trick. Nevertheless it was quite convincing, and it comforted her. For some reason, it’s always easier to walk around looking like someone else.

    She’d brought her Smile outfit with her as well, the jumpsuit and mask tucked away in the backpack slung over her shoulder. There was no reason to, but somehow it felt right, and reassuring, like an anchor holding her firmly in place. The backpack also contained a change of clothes and some basic toiletries, and that was all she’d brought with her. She’d always preferred to travel light.

    Smiling at the doorman, who gave her a confused look, she ducked into the pub and glanced around. A small function room was in the corner, decked out with black and white balloons and a small banner welcoming the Caswells. The clashing tone of it all was almost funny, and she let out a soft laugh as she tiptoed in, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

    Two of her siblings were already there — Ginny, older than she remembered, with a suitcase next to her, fiddling agitatedly with a tissue. And — speak of the Devin — the man himself, also looking far more mature. She was suddenly struck with the realisation that everyone had grown up and changed, that she wasn't stepping back into the family she remembered.

    Closing her eyes and fighting down the butterflies that had come to life inside her stomach, she snuck up behind Devin and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey,” she began in a deadpan voice that failed to hide her tiredness, “It’s your conscience, here to make you feel bad for fucking up the economy.”
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  4. VampirateMace

    VampirateMace Internet Overlord

    Dr. Morgan Caswell
    Modestly Sized Flat, Cambridgeshire
    September 3rd 2029, 9:32 pm

    The door to the flat clicked and a tired looking figure shuffled inside. He dropped his green backpack into one of the kitchen table chairs and let a pile of mail drop down beside it, topped with his keys. Among the mail were the usual flyers and advertisements, bills, research correspondences, science and gaming periodicals, as well as a collection of magazines he'd never ordered, and a pretentious cream colored envelope that looked like it had no business being in his mail, but there it was. It also looked like it had no business being folded, but the postman had done so to fit it in his little mailbox anyways.

    Morgan scrounged around the kitchen, fixing himself a quick marmalade sandwich before addressing the pile of mail. Gnawing on the sandwich he used his free hand to sort through (and flatten) his mail, finally arriving at the envelope in question. Something about the cursive in which him name and address were rendered made him him feel anxious. Curiously flipping the envelope over he saw the blue wax seal (peeling slightly since the envelope had been folded). Morgan dropped both the envelope and his sandwich, and stepped back from the table rubbing his eyes. Why was he getting correspondences from them after all this time? He'd not taken any effort to hide himself, he still went by the same name even, but he thought he'd made it clear he wanted nothing more to do with them or the Rangers when he left.

    Taking a deep breath he stepped back up to the table and tore open the envelope. Scanning over the letter he felt this weird cold disbelief. He felt no sorrow at the news Matthew and Renata had died, but the news that Lucas had died as well, bothered him. They had not left on the best of terms, but unlike the Matthew and Renata, he had at least thought of him as family.


    The Angel's Rest, London, England
    September 10th 2029

    Morgan sat in the back of a taxi leafing through a copy of the month's National Geographic. His mind was all over the place though, and he was was having trouble focusing on reading. More accurately he was spacing out between glancing at pictures, contemplating the past and wondering what pain today would hold. He didn't even notice the vehicle come to a full stop until the driver turned back to look at him commenting, “Hey kid, this the place?”

    Morgan shut his magazine looking around. He grabbed his backpack and slipped it behind the other books and papers. A pair of casual clothes and some toiletries were crammed in there as well, though to be honest he was hoping he'd get to go home today. He had no intention of accepting any inheritance. He yanked on the zipper, “Yeah. . . and I'm 30, by the way.”

    He fished out some cash as the driver replied in a soft mumble, “You know, you could dress like it.”

    Irked Morgan pocket the cash, a muscle under his eye twitching, and replied, “Thanks for the ride, sorry I didn't have exact change.”

    “No problem,” dismissed the driver, completely oblivious of the fact he'd just been tricked out of his fair. Morgan got out and slammed the door. He looked down at his clothes wondering what exactly was wrong with them. He knew they weren't exactly what people wore to funerals, not that this was a funeral exactly, but he though he looked pretty good. Besides, this was the most formal outfit he owned after all. Sighing he wondered for a brief moment if he should just walk away, after all, what was there in this that he wanted. But then he thought about his sibling, most of them he'd not even seen or heard from since they left.

    Morgan looked both ways and cross the street, headed into the pub. He felt out of place here, nervously asking a waiter about the family's private event. He was led to a smaller room decorated with balloons and a banner. Nothing about this décor made sense to him, it was like the most depressing wedding party ever. Only a couple of his siblings were here, and he wondered if many more of them were even going to bother showing up. It looked like they only had Ginny, Devin, and Devin Junior so far?
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  5. Monster Guy

    Monster Guy Slurpuff and Alcremie both deserve love

    Cameron Caswell
    On the red carpet at a movie premiere: Hollywood California, USA

    Cameron was on the red carpet, at the premiere of his latest movie. He wore a custom made pink tuxedo, and he smiled and posed for pictures as the cameras flashed, and members of the press called his name. This was his favorite part of being a movie star.

    Tonight was supposed to be a good night. Then, completely out of nowhere, one of his people handed him an envelope, and whispered something in his ear saying it was from his family. His family? That was weird. What would be so urgent that his assistant had to give this to him now? Was Lilith inviting him to a baby shower? Nah, that couldn't have been it.

    Once he had a moment alone, inside a bathroom stall, Cameron opened up the envelope, and read the letter inside. He had to be honest, Cameron really didn't really feel sad upon reading that his parents had passed on. They weren't exactly the nicest of people. Even if he liked to think they loved him a little bit, somewhere deep down. Reading that Lucas died hurt though. Yet another one of the Caswell siblings had kicked the bucket. Not only that, but it was his big bro Lucas. They were buddies when they were younger. It hurt when he didn't run away with the rest of them, and it hurt now to read that he was gone. His eyes were welling up, and tears were streaming down his face.

    He didn't have much time to spend in the bathroom crying. He had a movie premiere to get back to. After all, he didn't want to disappoint his fans! It was decided though. He would definitely be going to this meeting. If only for Lucas' sake, and for the chance to see his other siblings again.

    The Angels Rest: London England

    A taxi appeared right in front of the place the letter told Cameron to be. The ride wasn't as luxurious as Cameron was used to, but at least the driver was nice. He was a talkative fellow too. The two had a long chat the whole way there. "Thank you so much sir!" Cameron exclaimed, as he reached into his bag to find enough money to pay the driver his fare.

    "No problem, mate." The driver replied. "You can even have a discount, because your just so darn cute!"

    Cameron realized at that moment that the driver was affected by Cameron's powers. Oops. But, Cameron wasn't about to turn down a discount. Even if he did have enough money to pay the full price. "Thank you so much mister!"

    Cameron stood outside the restaurant, with his luggage in tow, and took a deep breath. Cameron had chosen to wear a dress to this occasion, A cute pink, white, and blue tea dress with a floral pattern. He accessorized with a blue pearl necklace, pink pearl earrings, and a cute pink bow in his hair. He even found pink shoes with little bows on them in his size. His dad never liked it when he dressed girly. Now, he could finally wear what he wanted without his dad yelling at him. Yay!

    When he entered the restaurant, a waiter found him, and led him to a small room decorated with black and white balloons and a banner. Cameron's outfit was out of place with the somber decor... Then he saw Morgan, and his outfit, and suddenly Cameron wasn't as out of place as he thought.

    Speaking of Morgan, all of his siblings were here. Cameron decided to say hello to each and every one of them. First up was Ginny. "Hey Ginny! I haven't seen you in forever! How's it goin?" He gave her hug. Next, he approached Devin. "He Devin! I keep hearing people say you're like totally a social media star now. I'm way jealous that you're the center of attention right now. That's supposed to be my job!" Cameron laughed out and hugged his brother. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." There was also the small Devin in the room right now, and Cameron decided to hug him too. Lastly, there was Morgan. "Hey, Morgan. I'm totes loving the rainbow suit. It's a good look!" He gave him a thumbs up, and a hug as well.

    Now that all of the siblings had been greeted. Cameron noticed Ginny had a cake, and decided to order a snack for himself. He got himself a glass of water, and a small pink cake, and sat at one of the tables. Happily munching his sweet treat, though making sure to keep his dress clean.

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  6. Tangeh

    Tangeh Well-Known Member

    Temple, Rural area outside of Bilaspur, India
    September 3rd 2029, 8:57am
    Jared Caswell

    It was still early enough for cool air to flow through the open stone walls of the Temple, brushing through the moss lining the edges where the sun reached. Dozens of men sat crossed-legged, heads bowed, and hands clasped in a prayer position in front of their hearts. Their rhythmic chants, guided by the steady beating of a nagara drum, echoed off the stone walls and up to the heavens. "Bhargo Devasya... Dhimahi..." Amongst these men sat Jared Caswell, blending in perfectly with his monk brothers. Left far behind him were horrific memories of his past, and with each day of prayer came another day of healing. The morning prayers always helped to clear and focus his mind, preparing him for the long day ahead. "Dhiyo Yo Naha... Prachodayat..."

    He would come to reflect on these last few moments of prayer as the last moments of peace before the storm.

    "Oooooom... oooooom.... oooooom...."

    The drum silenced, and the monks rose slowly. Usually Jared would take this time to reflect on his day's plans or prepare for a lesson, but that was not meant to be the case today. A shirtless Monk adorned with prayer beads hurried up to him with a polite bow, but a letter was clasped between his hands. "Namaste." Jared couldn't help but notice the anxiety the man was trying poorly to hide. Jared respectfully repeated the gesture and accepted the letter. He didn't understand at first how this had even made it here - it was ridiculously expensive to receive normal post, so the little mail he did get was supposed to go to his P.O. Box in Bilaspur, which he checked every month or so. His heart sunk as he turned the envelope over and saw a blue wax stamp with a hippogriff sigil on it. This was from the Caswell family back in England? How in the world did they get the address of this Temple? He and the messenger exchanged farewell bows and Jared hurried to his bunk nook to read.

    The first thing that rolled out of the envelope was enough on its own to make his stomach turn. A one-way plane ticket to England. He tried to take a moment to reflect and control the negative energy that was starting to surge through him, but dwelling was making him more anxious. He hastily read the letter - Gods it was strange reading English that wasn't meant for teaching small children - and let out a shaky sigh. His parents were dead. Lucas was dead. He was meant to go home to discuss inheritances with his siblings. Absolutely none of that sounded appealing to him. He was offended he had even been sent this in the first place. These people had destroyed his life, and he'd spent every waking moment of the last twelve years trying to recover. There was a number he was meant to call if he couldn't make it. There was a public phone not far from here; he would try to find some rupee coins and head there after his lessons for the day.

    But as the day wore on and his thoughts percolated, the nagging feeling that something wasn't right pulled at him. The three of them all dying suddenly couldn't just be a coincidence, and the letter was strangely vague on the circumstances. It was almost like the Marron trial all over again... hopefully this one didn't have such a tragic end. He put off going to the payphone long enough that he had to take his procrastination as proof that he would regret it if he didn't show up to get to the bottom of this. Fortunately he still had his passport from the trial tucked away under his mattress.

    The Angel's Rest, London, England
    September 10th 2029

    The flight to England had been uneventful. Considering he had no carry-on luggage or anything to check in - he had so few possessions that nothing was worth bringing beyond the clothes on his back - going through security was a breeze. It was darkly humourous how customs quickly deduced he had no weapons or explosives on his person and ushered him along. He was thankful he'd managed to stay anonymous all these years, else he'd probably be on the no-fly list for the rest of his life. Thankfully, since it was a long flight, he was offered complimentary food and beverages. Given the flight was coming from India they had vegetarian options as well. This was good, considering he didn't even bring any cash with him.

    The letter had contained a taxi chit as well, which ended up saving him a lot of walking. He entered the pub and was ushered into a private event room. The place was decorated appropriately like a funeral, though none of the guests seem to have taken the hint. Hell, he recognized Morgan and Cameron by their strange outfit selections before he recognized their faces. Faces he hadn't seen since the worst years of his life... he hesitated for a few moments at the entryway, contemplating his emotions carefully before deciding to go all the way in. This wasn't going to be easy, but he was pretty sure he could do it.

    Jared had to stop himself from greeting them with a bow, which he knew would be weird to them. He cleared his throat awkwardly instead. "Uh... hi." He frowned at the faces already there: Cameron, Morgan, Ginny, Devin, and ... Devin again, but smaller? A rush of realization hit him all at once and he wrapped the tiny Devin in a hug. "Lyn..." he said in a hushed tone, hardly daring to believe it was really her. Of all the faces he'd expected to show up, Evelyn's was definitely last on the list. "I'm so sorry... I gave up looking for you, I thought..." he quieted, focusing on dispelling the tears that were pricking at his eyes. At least Lilith had kept him semi up-to-date on most of the others, but as far as Jared knew she was never able to find Evelyn. He pulled away and examined her, his eyes darting from scar to scar. He looked at her questioningly, concern shining in his eyes and an unsaid 'what happened to you?' playing in his expression.
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  7. Minteh

    Minteh It's so shiny!

    Ginevra 'Ginny' Caswell
    The Angel's Rest, London, England

    Ginny did not have to wait particularly long for the first of her siblings to show up. She was still messing around with the napkin from before, when she heard voices outside, indicating that another one of her siblings had arrived. With a trembling hand, Ginny took a long gulp of her sparkling water, eyes watching the door to see who was to make their arrival. The first to arrive was Devin, whose eyes did a once over of the room before landing on her. He approached slowly, stopping in front of her before calmly saying hello. He appeared calm on the outside, but Ginny wondered if his emotions were bouncing all over the place as hers were. The red-haired woman would offer a polite smile, before shaking his hand briskly.

    "It's nice to see you again, Devin," she greeted before her gaze shifted to someone coming in behind them. They approached the two of them and were quick to make a joke about being Devin's conscience. "Hello, little Devin," Ginny added, extending her hand out the smaller clone of her brother. She knew there weren't suddenly two Devin's in the world, and knew this smaller copy of him was one of her sisters, Evelyn. In truth, she was actually quite surprised to see Evelyn here, but she did not show it.

    The next to arrive were Morgan and Cameron, both of which were dressed rather colourfully, to say the least. Ginny could not say she had expected anything less from her brothers. The little colour they bought into the room was rather jarring against the black and white decor that had been laid out elsewhere, however. After Cameron had rushed around greeting everyone, another Caswell sibling made their appearance. Jared. Now that was a surprise. Last she'd heard from Lillith, he was in India. As Jared went off to speak with Evelyn, Ginny got off her stool and made her way towards Morgan.

    "Hi, Morgan, you're looking well," She observed, as she offered an awkward hand out in greeting. Ginny knew some of her siblings were not her biggest fans of her following an art exhibition she had done years back. It had been a while since then, and Ginny could not recall which of her siblings had taken it particularly frosty. She hoped Morgan wasn't one of them. "Your outfit is very colourful I must say. Certainly draws the eye at least."

    As they were talking, the door to the function room opened once more, only this time it wasn't a sibling. No, it was Nathan Wicke, the Caswell's ever dutiful butler. He had come to the Institute when they were thirteen, and two years later replaced James as head butler of the household. He wasn't an old man, only being in his forties now, but Ginny was shocked at how old he seemed. The last time she had seen him was during Garret's murder trial on the TV. He hadn't seemed so old then, a few grey hairs maybe, but he retained his youthful looks. Now though...he looked older than his years. His black hair was mostly grey now, and he had notable wrinkles around the corners of his eyes and mouth.

    He seemed surprised to see them. "Here I was hoping to be here before you began to arrive," He laughed, puffing out his cheeks in mock annoyance. "It is nice to see you all again. I trust you all arrived here alright?"
  8. Skillfulness

    Skillfulness Well-Known Member

    Lilith O'Neil
    O'Neil Household, Enniscorthy, Ireland

    There were tears in her eyes as Lilith read the letter. As soon as she saw the wax seal she knew whatever was contained in the envelope would be bad. Her wife wasn’t home yet from work so brewing a cup of tea and taking a deep breath, she took her time to read through the note. She was torn. After years of abuse, she was quick to cut ties with her parents, but not the rest of her family. She cared deeply for all her siblings and hearing that Lucas had passed away was difficult. Part of her always wondered how her life would have been different if she had stayed behind with him. Thinking about her wife, Melissa, always reminded her that she had done what she needed to do. If not for her, Lilith might not be the stable adult she was today. Goodness knows she tried her best to stay in touch with her brothers and sisters. Some of them were not in a great place and she did what she could to help. But the years of the Rangers were behind her now.

    No, she had moved on. It wasn’t easy, leaving everything she had known behind, but the Caswell’s cruel demeanor made it easier. There were some events that had brought her in touch with her siblings again too. Seeing some at her wedding was a blessing and the art exhibit Gwen showcased was breathtaking. Tears were shed there too. On a less positive note, the murder trail brought some of them back together as well. Lilith couldn’t bring herself to attend that one, too many strong emotions. But she and Melissa watched and mourned together. All in all, time had healed her wounds, but they still left scars.

    The letter sitting in front of her was just another reminder of those scars. Her emotions flared up quickly and it took her a moment to gather herself. On the one hand, she truly was sad the three family members had passed away, but on the other she was glad the dangerous couple were no longer able to harm anyone. Lilith was never able to forgive them and now she wouldn’t be able to reconcile with them if she even wanted to. Lucas’ passing was even harder on her, as she tried staying in touch with him over the years as well. She had no issues deciding she would attend the reading of the will, but she fretted about seeing her siblings again. While she had seen some over the years, she wondered about the others who she had never even heard from. Would this be the day she finally got to see them?

    “I’m home blossom, how was your day?” Melissa stepped through the door without Lilith even noticing. She immediately picked up on the mood in the room and comforted Lilith. The two had a long discussion. Melissa tried to convince Lilith to let her come with, but she insisted it was a family-only matter she didn’t want her to get involved with. It would only make things more complicated. So she packed and her wife helped. They went over how to cope with emotions should she become overwhelmed. Lilith booked the travel she would need for the tenth.

    Lilith O'Neil

    The Angel's Rest, London, England

    Lilith took a deep breath when she exited the taxi. Holding it in, she grounded herself and slowly let the breath out. This was going to be one of the hardest things she had done in years, maybe besides nannying for the triples. The thought allowed her to chuckle in the face of the intense scene she was expecting before her. She hefted the travel bag over the shoulder and walked into the pub.

    A number of people were milling about, most of them her siblings. Her heart fluttered for a moment, her whole spirit filled with joy. She was so happy to see them again. Not everyone was here yet, and in fact she didn’t expect everyone to show up, but she was excited to see all that had arrived already. Walking closer, Lilith could pick up the general mood immediately which was less sorrowful than she expected. That was good. Instead everyone felt reluctant and awkward which was probably appropriate, given that some of them hadn’t seen each other for twelve years. It would also be easier for Lilith to handle. Nathan Wicke, their old butler, had just addressed everyone there and Lilith caught the tail end of it. She cleared her throat before speaking up.

    “Hey everyone, I made it here alright. Good to see all of you.” Lilith smiled briefly to everyone and hoped no one was upset to see her. She wanted to dote over them all, but restrained herself. They were all adults now and she was sure some would be annoyed with her motherly nagging. She just tried to play it cool and be subtle. And hopefully she wouldn’t overdo it.

    “So, how is everyone doing? I hope you’re all well, I’ve been worried about some of you.”
  9. Vern

    Vern Why not both?

    Evelyn Caswell
    The Angel’s Rest, London, England

    Evelyn awkwardly wiggled out of Jared’s hug, managing to prevent herself from wincing at the pressure that sent spikes of pain shooting through her body. “Oh, don’t be sorry,” she says with an easy laugh, allowing her disguise to melt away back into her normal appearance, “It’s not your fault I’m so good at hiding.” Ignoring Jared’s concerned glance, she gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder, and produced a pack of cards on the palm of her hand. “Wanna see a card trick?”

    Before she could do anything more, a familiar figure entered the room — Nathan Wicke, the butler. He seemed old, tired — with his now-white hair and wrinkled face, he reminded her oddly of herself, and without thinking, she quickly used her powers to hide some of her many… ‘imperfections’, lets say. The arrival of the butler seemed to have caused a lull in the conversation, and everyone’s attention was on him as he asked them whether they’d ‘arrived here all right’.

    Lilith appeared as the butler finished, asking how everyone was doing and adding that she’d been worried about ‘some of you’ — ah, crap, she’s probably referring to me, isn’t she. “Hi Mom!” she said with a wide smile and excited wave that she wasn’t sure if she really meant, “I’ve been having the time of my life." A lie. Well, she ought to have been, so it wasn't entirely untrue, but...

    As she talked, she slowly moved towards the side of the room to lean against the wall near (but not too near) Jared, idly playing with her deck of cards. It felt nice to have something to do with her hands — the cards dancing through her fingers were like an anchor, keeping her rooted in the real world, keeping her mind alert, creating a comforting rhythm in a room that felt anything but comfortable. "Sorry to make you worry," She laughs, nodding at Lilith, "And thanks for getting the message to me."
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  10. GoldenHouou

    GoldenHouou your deadman

    Theodore Caswell
    Train, En Route to London

    The trip from Manchester to London was as painless as they came - particularly in first class. The cities were a two-and-a-half hour train ride apart, with complimentary food and no transfers necessary. Once aboard, Theodore had nothing to do but lie back, relax, and enjoy the view of a quaint countryside speeding past the window.

    It stressed him out beyond all reason.

    With nothing else to occupy his hands or mind, Theodore found himself going back to the letter on his lap time and time again. He'd thought it a poor joke at first, but the words written on the letter had been genuine - he, if anyone, would know. Which meant that Renata, Matthew and Lucas were truly dead.

    It felt surreal. Theodore still remembered how terrifying he'd found his 'parents' as a child. They'd seemed indestructible and unopposable, even to a group of people with superpowers. So to hear they'd met their ends so soon... it was pitiful, truly. In the end, the couple that had terrorized them for most of their lives had been nothing but human, after all - their lives just as fragile as any other's, and unlikely to be remembered for anything. Theodore couldn't claim to be saddened by their fate, but he wasn't entirely indifferent, either. In the wake of the news, he'd felt a certain... emptiness? That seemed like an appropriate way to describe it. Even if he'd had no love for them, they had all played a big part in his life for years. With their passing, it felt as though someone had scraped away a big part of his past. Whether that was good or bad remained to be seen.

    But, really, cruel as it might've been, it wasn't the deaths themselves that had kept him in such deep thought as of late; it was everything else the invitation entailed. If he'd gotten it, everyone else must've, as well. Which meant that, after a decade apart, he would likely meet face to face with the boys and girls he grew up with - only now, they would be men and women, each with their own families, stories and lives. It should have been a happy thought, by all means. A reunion after so long, a chance to catch up, a chance to reconnect and reminisce.

    And yet, Theodore found it terrifying.

    When he'd last seen all of his siblings together, back before they'd all went their separate ways, he'd felt as though they were all a family. The memories of all the time spent together with his siblings had helped Theodore overcome many a moment of solitude in his adult life; he'd been able to tell himself that even though he didn't feel like he belonged anywhere in his current state, he still had a family somewhere out there. He was still part of something. When he'd received an invitation to his sister's wedding some years back, he'd been overjoyed. He'd been remembered!

    But... time changed people, and apart from a few exceptions, Theodore hadn't been in any kind of contact with most of his siblings. He'd tried to keep up with their lives the best he could, but once he'd deemed the constant lies on social media unbearable, he'd lost track of most of them. He'd seen some at the trial a while back, but the only one he'd managed to talk to was Jared - and that encounter had been anything but pleasant. It was his own doing, he knew, but it did not make it any easier to bear. He'd thought back on that exchange many a time, wondering if he'd done the right thing. For the sake of his sanity, he had to believe he had.

    He couldn't help but worry, though; had Jared talked to the others after that? Would the others hate him too, if he had? And even if he had not, what if--- what if he ended up messing things up with the others as well? What if he simply had nothing in common with his siblings anymore? What if the sisters and brothers he remembered were gone, replaced by strangers who he would feel no connection to? What if they all started bickering? Or... or what if everyone else had kept in contact throughout the years, except for him?

    After all these years, would he have to give up on pretending he had a family out there?

    Theodore set down his cup of coffee and tore his gaze from the letter. The fields had changed to the outskirts of a city. He'd be arriving soon.


    The Angel's Rest, London, England

    It had only been a month or two since Theodore's last work trip to London, and nothing much had changed since then. As usual, London was filled with nostalgia - but it was also filled with people, and so Theodore made his way to the Angel's Rest posthaste. Thank heavens for music. Earbuds weren't really his style, but they played a big part in retaining his sanity; the less conversations he overheard during his day, the better. The many advertisements he walked past were bad enough.

    The pub itself seemed pleasant and quiet, and Theodore couldn't help heaving a relieved sigh upon setting foot inside. His suitcase was small and compact, yet he still wondered if he should've booked a hotel and dropped it off before arrival. He wasn't entirely sure if they'd been supposed to take care of their own accommodation, or if one would be provided for them after their meeting today. Surely they wouldn't stay at the family manor and sully a crime scene.

    Theodore caught himself at that thought. A crime scene...? Really, he had worked on too many a murder trial. It was more likely for them to have died of illness or accident.

    And yet, the scarce explanation in the letter, the fact that their deaths must've occurred with little time in between...

    "This way, sir."

    The man gestured at a private room just ahead. Theodore snapped out of his thoughts to the sound of his own quickened heartbeat.

    "Ah--- yes, thank you."

    He wanted to turn back. He really, truly, did. Instead, he took a deep breath and stepped forth.

    The room was decorated somberly, and the atmosphere wasn't much different. Theodore arrived in the midst of a few budding conversations, none of which seemed particularly chipper. It made sense, he supposed. At least he wasn't the only one at a loss for words.

    Nathan was there, as were all his siblings, save for one. Some of them were easier to recognize than others; Cameron stuck out among the somber crowd in his cute, pink frills as usual, and only Morgan could've arrived to an event like this donning such... unique clothes. He'd seen Jared at the trial, and while it had been difficult to recognize him back then, he hadn't changed much from that encounter. Lilith's case was similar; he'd seen her at her wedding, and she radiated the same soothing aura she always had. That left Ginny and Devin who he hadn't see for all this time, with Gale unaccounted for, and...

    “I’ve been having the time of my life."

    Evelyn, who he could've told was lying even without his powers. She certainly didn't look like she'd been having a pleasant time.

    It occurred to him that he was still standing idly by the door.

    "To think that I'm the tardy one," Theodore took a quick step into the room, then another, and another, and another until he was fairly convinced he'd no longer turn around and run. He left his suitcase by the wall and turned in the general direction of everyone else, entertaining a smile. "Some things do change, I see."

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