the story of SEVEN.

Undisclosed

a part of the story of SEVEN., by sundayakasha.

You hold the story of seven in the palm of your hand. What happens now?

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Joyeux rencontre, curieux, or merry meet, curious one. Undisclosed is the central location of chapters in the seventh covens story.

STORY PROGRESSION
α΄„Κœα΄€α΄˜α΄›α΄‡Κ€ ONE - The story begins...
One of the locals has been digging through the files at the library and found a deed belonging to a young man for a block of land central to town. That young man is nowhere to be found and there are no records of him having ever lived here, so the local conducting the research reaches out to Sabine Coudriet.
It is now her duty to protect the integrity of the coven and ensure that the word doesn't get out there is a functioning coven operating right under their noses out of fear of being shunned or even outright rejected by the townsfolk.
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You hold the story of seven in the palm of your hand. What happens now?

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Undisclosed is a part of the story of SEVEN..

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Elizabeth Liones [1] Brave, selfless, kind, generous, helpful, shy, weighs 128 pounds, height 5'6, is in love with Meliodas-Sana, is a goddess and has the ability to do anything you can think of, main power is ice, second main power is blue fire, is part demon and angel
Jenniffer Ross [1] "Woe is I."
Sabine Coudriet [1] Daughter of Erana and one of the members of the seventh coven.
Erana Coudriet [1] Erana is one of the very founders of the seventh coven.

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Character Portrait: Erana Coudriet Character Portrait: Sabine Coudriet Character Portrait: Jenniffer Ross Character Portrait: Elizabeth Liones

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(OOC - Okay, you know what? Screw it. I don't care that the author of this RP is dead, but I see it as having promise and so I would like to try to continue it. Maybe Sundayakasha might even come back. Anyone else in this RP, feel free to join in.)

Jenniffer sat alone in the library, reading.
It was one of the only things her father allowed her to do. After one incident involving a rather attractive boy, she wasn't allowed to interact with any male peoples. She resented him for it. Then again, she resented him for a lot of things.
She could read, write, paint and mess around on her phone, but only for videos and pictures. Her dad had an app to watch her activities. She wasn't allowed to have any friends. She had quite a few crushes, since she was, after all, an 18-year old girl, but Father would make sure she never carried any of them out. Thus, she read.
It was one of those boring old 19th century books, about some random chick in a prim dress travelling around the USA and interacting with polite, handsome gentlemen. They were extremely boring, but they were the only things her father would let her read. Another reason for hatred.
Her father walked up to her. "All right, Jenniffer, your time is up. Let's go. Put the book back." He never let her check out any books; he was not one for the fine arts.
"Alright, Father," Jenniffer said politely. She got off the chair and walked over to the shelves to put the book back. Father went out the doors to go start the car up.
As she put the book back, something caught her eye. It was a very large book, big enough that it looked like it could be used as a doorstopper. It also didn't look like anything that a prim and perfect lady would be reading. Someone must have misplaced it onto the wrong shelf, she thought. Well, I'll just do them a favor and put it back on the right place.
She picked up the book. It was quite heavy, and she gave a quiet grunt when she hefted it off the shelf. The cover was made of what appeared to be worn leather, and it felt oddly warm to the touch. In ancient ink, a title was printed on the cover in French. It read, "Les Origines du Septième Coven". She happened to take Latin classes at her school, and was able to translate the title to "The Origins of the Seventh Coven".
The title sent a shiver down her spine. It sounded decidedly gothic to her. However, she got some sort of strange sense of foreboding while holding it. Was it the odd warmness? The way the cracked leather cover seemed to her to hold secrets that should never be known?
Outside, she heard her father honk the horn. Without thinking, she deftly slipped the book into her backpack. Her father would hopefully assume it was just another textbook; he hadn't done backpack searches in years.
She ran out of the library and got in the car. Her father scowled at you. "What took you so long?"
"I was putting a book back on the shelf it belonged on. Someone had misplaced it," she replied carefully, hiding her odd fear.
Father nodded. "Good girl. It's good to see you helping the community."
"Thank you, Father." You bastard, she added in her mind.
The car drove away back towards her home.

(OOC - your turn.)