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Laura Seychelle

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a character in “The Unseen World: MCU Archives”, as played by Absenthia

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Laura Seychelle's Story

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Laura raced down the sidewalk, stumbling periodically, and fumbling with her phone. “Oh! Oh no, this is… oh no!” She cried out, one of a crowd racing from the creatures at her school. Half a block away, hoping she was far enough away. They had moved so quickly. It was scary. Fingers shaking, she dialed a number she had memorized by heart.

“Please pick up Mrs. Dumitrescu. Please pick up.” She prayed, holding the phone to her ear, and pulling her knees to her chest as she kept her eyes out. They had zoned in on her. When she took off running, they had followed, and she didn’t know why, but it was scary, and they hadn’t stopped coming down the halls until she had dared to try and run by them.

“Please pick up.” She couldn’t call Mr. Hammerstine on this. He was on leave from the weird magic police stuff. Still shaking, the teen turned and looked down the streets. They didn’t seem to have caught up, but whatever those things were definitely focus on her, and she was terrified. They hadn’t looked alive, and they made her stomach turn over so much she felt ill just running by them.

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Still at the art store, and squabbling with Brandon about the importance of visiting a doctor sometime soon, Catherine felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. Sliding her finger across the slick, glass screen, she held the device up to her ear and spoke, "Hello? Laura?" It was unusual for the teen to be calling her, and it was technically supposed to be only in case of an emergency.

She had asked Brandon how much trouble a teen like Laura could get into, and it seemed like she was about to get her answer.

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"Mrs. Dumitrescu? You gotta come help. There's these monsters following me. They don't go so fast, but..." She checked again, and saw them this time. "Oh no!" She scrambled to her feet and glanced back, running. "They're following me!" she gasped out into her phone, worried. "They came to my school, and I ran out, and now they're following me, and I don't know what to do, you gotta help!"

She glanced behind her and tripped, then scrambled to grab her phone. The screen was cracked, but it looked like the call was still on. They seemed to be gaining speed, if slowly, and had definitely seen her again. She grabbed her phone and scrambled to her feet. "Is it still working?" She was breathless as she took off again, clearly scared. "Please let it still be working."

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"Monsters? Following you?" Catherine asked incredulously, looking over at Brandon for a moment before turning her attention back to the call. "Can you describe them?" She asked again before she heard the phone drop on the other end. "Are you okay Laura?" Catherine asked again but didn't expect a response. The girl was obviously frightened, and seemed to be a magnet for trouble. First the succubi, and now what sounded like zombies, or at least a crowd that had been enthralled.

Ending the call, she frowned as she tucked the phone back into the pocket of her suit jacket. "Would you have any idea why a roving band of.. I guess zombies would be at North Dallas High?" Catherine asked turning to her nephew, genuinely confused. Perhaps she had been too premature to put him on leave from being a contractor.

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"Y-yeah. They aren't so fast." It stopped working and she stared in horror. Right. In case of emergency, she was supposed to hole up in the shop right? That's what Mr. Hammerstine had told her. Breaking out in a jog once more, she took off in the direction of Visual Eyes. She'd be safe there. Nothing could hurt her in the shop! With luck, she may even catch a bus...if one pulled up and she was super lucky.

At the shop, Brandon frowned darkly. "Definitely not. No one in the coven would hit up a school. One of use, Addie, she even works at one of the middle schools." He said and then shook his head. "Is Laura okay?" Scared senseless no doubt. Who the hell would send zombies after the little girl.

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"Well then, I don't know either. Dead things are not my favorite thing to deal with." Most people knew that she would sooner call in a contractor than have to deal with such things herself. "But, she seems okay. Scared shitless, but okay." Catherine had no idea what the poor girl was doing other than running. "Right now, I think she's running, but it's well over six city blocks from here to there."
Retrieving the girl might be the best policy, but at the same time Catherine didn't know what route she had taken away from the school.

"As much as both of us hate it, I'm going to need your help on this one Brandon."

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Brandon considered this carefully, then nodded. "I can try and track down the zombies." He offered. "Or I can try and track down Laura. She'll be heading here regardless, but I don't know what path, you're right." She usually took the bus, but probably wouldn't dare and stop long enough to wait for a bus, not if she was being chased. This was a bit harder than he would like. Still, he took a deep breath and forced himself to concentrate past the headache. "I can try to lay them to rest, or wrestle control of them once we're close enough."

No guarantees he'd be strong enough to take control of them. He looked worried. "...I'm not the strongest necromancer out there. If the person who raised these is stronger than me, well, there's not a lot I can do at that point." Maybe slow them down, maybe. He'd need his knife and his lighter. This wasn't likely to be pretty.

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"Let's not worry about that right now Brandon, we just need to get moving." There wasn't much help that she could offer in a situation like this except for a few choice rounds fired from her gun in the right direction. "Let's just hope DPD and DFD aren't on scene yet..." Catherine did not like dealing with the Dallas police or fire departments, many of the members were too heavily reliant on instruction from higher up than independently acting.

"You go for the zombies, and I'll grab Laura. The kid broadcasts like a damn radio antenna, it won't be too hard. Besides, the two should be fairly close by." Well it wouldn't be that hard, but then again it was going to be exhausting to sort through all the 'noise' to find Laura.

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Great. She was right, she didn't handle the undead, and he had never seen her or heard of her doing so. "We can take my car to get closer." It was six blocks, and they needed to get there in a hurry. Laura wasn't a track star, she was a normal teen. Still, he clutched his head and groaned. "That girl. Even in school, she manages to attract trouble." He grumbled and grabbed his keys and opened a locked drawer below the register taking out a worn out lighter and a large athame reeking with necromantic magic. With a glanced to her, he grabbed a set of bead and wrapped it quickly around the athame, hiding the power quickly.

"Sorry." He muttered, ashamed. He never thought about it, not used to being around other people it made ill when the drawer, warded to high heaven as it was, was opened. "That should mute what you feel from it." He sighed. "Come on. Let's go rescue the shop girl." Seriously, she was such a damsel in distress. It was ridiculous.

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Saying nothing about the athame, Catherine walked over and flipped the sign on the door around to closed, and locking it. "I don't know how she does it Brandon, but you're right, she's good at it." She remarked blithely. It looked like she or Brandon were going to have to teach the kid a crash course in self defense against the supernatural, however getting the girl to pay attention was another story. "Let's get out of here, the sooner we get this taken care of the better."

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Brandon sighed. "Trust me, I wish I was wrong." He led the way to his car and hopped in the driver's seat, then cast out his senses, and began to drive towards North Dallas High. It wasn't long until he could sense some sort of necromantic power at the edge of his senses, and foot to the ground, he raised forward. "Tell me you've found her." He demanded of his aunt, dodging traffic as quickly as possible. Day time traffic could have been worse. It looked like most people were being turned around, but he ignored the barrier rather forcefully.

Laura, and the creatures chasing her, were on the other side. That much he was certain of. He'd make it up to them later, but for now, well. The kid had felt like his responsibility since day one.

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Siting in the passenger seat of Brandon's car, Catherine had cast out her own sense, sorting through the detritus that was the regular human mind in the city; careful not to call attention to herself with too much use of power. The task was simple enough, but time consuming. "Yes..." She answered slowly, her focus currently turned inwards. Laura's mind stood out as a bright beacon against the multitude of what Catherine could only describe as grey, and blank. "She's heading south on McKinney." She finally said pulling back into the present. "There are a lot of whatever it is that's chasing her. I can't sense anything, they're blank." The thought of this made Catherine shudder inwardly, it wasn't very often she encountered something that was absolutely thoughtless or without a barrier. Barriers were obvious, but this was just the absence of everything.

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"Urgh." He took off down McKinney and it wasn't long until he spotted a familiar form, racing down the sidewalk, and felt and equally familiar sensation following. "Get her in the car. She should be safer in it." He barely finished before he slammed on the breaks, pulling close to the running teen, and the creatures. The man opened the door and took off towards the creatures, and calling his power to his hands. The corpses were all fresh, dressed in their sunday best. Somehow, he had a feeling he had found the missing bodies.

The man chanted, drawing the attention of the creatures to him, as he spread his fingers and tried to connect with them, to forcibly lay them to rest, only to be rebuffed. Damn. Whoever had control of them was significantly stronger than him, or was at least significantly better when it came to zombies. "Who the fuck animates humans!"

These creatures were not quite human anymore though. Mindless automatons the grey beings were almost desiccated, despite being such fresh corpses, and Brandon scrambled for a reason that they would be like that, and failed to find one. His senses told him these were the not-long dead, but his eyes told him another story. It was no wonder that they seemed more creature than man, with a lurching gate just below a jog.

Laura say them and cried out, stumbling towards Mrs. Dumitrescu and Mr. Hammerstine, clearly exhausted, and out of breath. Her eyes were wild with fear, but a glimmer of hope appeared the moment the car stopped. Nothing was more powerful than Mr. Hammerstine and Mrs. Dumitrescu! She was going to be safe, now that they were here.

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Climbing out of the car, Catherine ran over and grabbed Laura. "Car, now!" She said forcibly moving the teen towards the awaiting vehicle. "Do not, under any circumstances get out of the car." She said once she had put the girl into the back seat of the small sedan. "I need to go help Mr. Hammerstein, okay?" The girl nodded silently, afraid of what might happen if she didn't follow instructions, especially when they came from Catherine.

With Brandon unable lay them to rest, they were somewhat screwed until they could get someone who could. Zombies running around Dallas would make her life more hell than she could even imagine. "Whoever did, is officially on my shit list." Catherine said grumpily as she came up to where Brandon stood. "Any ideas?" She asked taking her gun out of the holster, and chambering a round.

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Brandon hesitated. "Well. I can always summon Sanina's old familiar Scamp. He's a hell beast." He offered, then frowned. "But Scamp is overkill. I might be able to pick them off one by one though." There were eight at this point, and he would be dead on his feet at the end. "Salt...salt usually puts the mindless undead down. Fire works too." Salt, fire....he desperately cast for something a bit more useful as he pulled and built up his power, pulling on his familiar. "Maybe if I call Babbit here, I can manage more than one at a time."

Maybe. As it was, he wasn't sure how to handle these creatures. "Then there's the good old fashioned throwing yourself into it style of fighting. I'm usually not fighting against the undead though, you understand." They were usually on his side, and he never rose humans or anything else remotely sentient. Those usually got put quickly to rest.

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Catherine sighed seeing that their options were next to nil. "No, you're right that's over kill." She said aiming at one of the zombies before firing. The speciality rounds didn't work, blessed by multiple faiths, and hollow point, all it seemed to do was slow them down. "Well that's out of the question." She muttered in frustration shoving her gun back into the holster. This was a situation where she wished she had some of Junior's explosive, incendiary, shot gun rounds, and a shot gun. "You may have to call that damn thing, but until then I think I can buy us some time." It might result in over loading the binding, but it was an emergency after all.


Knowing exactly what sort of problems what she was about to do would cause, Catherine did it anyway. Casting out another net of consciousness, she began to move cars, newspaper vending machines, and trees dry from the indian summer heat to create a road block against the advancing horde of undead. As she did such, the small, bluish white stones on the ring on her right hand began to glow, and heat; warning against the over use of high level magic.

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"Hey, Babbit is adorable." He complained as he knelt and called his familiar to him, creating the necessary shadow himself for the skeleton to come through. It took the creature time though, during which his aunt created the blockade. Damn, she'd pay for that later.

As the skeleton climbed out of the shadow and stepped onto solid ground, Brandon placed a hand on the creature where its ruff would have been had it skin remaining, staying knelt down for maximum grounding. "Alright Babbit, you and I have a job." He murmured and drew from the rather large well spring of power that his familiar was, years of pouring excess magic into the creature giving it vast reserves for the necromancer to call forth. Still, he had to be careful, keeping the magic tightly contained so his aunt wouldn't feel it, not to mention poor Laura in the car.

Eyes glowing with power, the necromancer held out a hand and reached for the ties that bound these creatures, grabbing fully half and commanding them to be his own. When he didn't have to battle the full might of the other necromancer, he could manage this well enough.

Four of the creatures collapsed as if their strings were cut and Brandon gave a gasping breath, clinging to Babbit to stay upright as the power used to lay those poor souls to rest left him once more, dissipated by his command. "Those are not normal zombies." He managed to ground out. "Something was done to them. I don't know..." He swayed and forced himself to focus, refusing to back down. "I don't know what those are."

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"There's time for that later Brandon.." Catherine warned, not terribly keen on squabbling over the familiar, as she pulled back from building the blockade. It wasn't terribly substantial, but it was enough for now. However it had bought enough time for him to bring in his familiar, Babbit, and at least reduce the number of corpses by half. Though there were still enough to cause a problem, and the paperwork alone would be eating her alive for the next week or two, that was unless she wasn't flat on her back for railing up against this newest binding Council had insisted on. It had either been that, or worse.

With her vision dimming at the edges, she reached out again, this time searching for those blank, empty spaces. This close, they were well defined as voids, lacking what she knew was supposed to be a human mind. "If they aren't normal, then we'll destroy them." She said coldly, without care. Whoever was using these shells as puppets, was about to loose this round in the game "Ignis nascuntur a facie mea.." Catherine mumbled quietly under her breath, concentrating on what she knew as a void. One didn't get to be as old as she, or spend as much time in the places as she had without picking up a few useful tricks. Seconds after the simple incantation, fire began to stir and crackle around the corpses; catching on the dry trees, leaves, and soon the zombies.

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Brandon was all for destroying the rest, and, tired, concentrated just long enough. "Marcesco." He ordered, pulling magic once more. He could deal with destroying the remaining ones out right. He had four to study to try and understand what happened. If they'd even let him, of course. If not, well, someone would have corpses to study.

The withering curse hit thankfully. It wasn't as if the creatures were smart enough to dodge. Between the curse and the fire, the creatures collapsed one by one, even as Brandon's vision grew spotted with the green marks that he knew were signs of overtaxing himself. These things looked simple to destroy, but damned if wrestling control of the first four hadn't tired him out. He leaned against his familiar and clung to it, watching the fire eat the bones.

"Didn't know you could do that." Neat. He closed his eyes, and ignored as his migraine from earlier doubled in intensity, as best he could. The pain was killer on top of his exhaustion. "Kid's safe. You're safe. I'm safe. Bed time?" Did the kid have her license? Either way, she was driving, so hopefully she knew how, because Brandon was in no state to do so.

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"There are a lot of tricks I know, that you don't know I know." Catherine said holding her head back for a moment as a wave of vertigo passed over her. Today had taken more energy that she was used to expending, and combined with the restrictions Council normally placed her under, it wasn't a good situation. Until now, she'd been more than willing to let Brandon or anyone in the unseen world think that telekinesis, and telepathy were really the only magics she practiced, and rarely at that.

"Laura's safe, we're all safe enough for now." Until next time was always what the voice in the back of her head said, you were safe until next time, and would you make it out next time? "And yes, sleep." Catherine agreed as she took a deep breath urging the nausea, pain, and vertigo to pass long enough for her to get home and sleep.

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Brandon cuddled his familiar and then sighed and managed to stand. "Can't send Babbit back." He muttered and picked up the skeleton. He yawned, clearly tired and held the skeleton close, stumbling to the car, and pulling half the beads off the athame to slip around his own neck, so Laura and Catherine wouldn't be stuck in a car with someone so clearly reeking of a magic that made everyone else ill.

"There."

Laura, seeing it all clear, opened the door and slid out of the back seat, though she kept the door between here and those...creatures. "Mrs. Dumitrescu? Mr. Hammerstine? Is it over?" She hoped it was over. That had been scary. She glanced down the street to the blockade between her and the creatures and shuddered. That had been terrifying. It was also amazing, to watch, and he had no clue where the animal skeleton had come from, or how that fire started, but this was amazing.

The teen couldn't help but be happy that these two had come for her, even if she didn't really understand how they found her at all.

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"It's over. Though you and I are going to have a little talk about this soon." Catherine said leaning on the car for a moment, exhausted beyond measure. "Can you drive?" She asked looking over at Laura. The girl needed to know how to defend herself, even if that meant just no longer broadcasting herself; she seemed to be worse than most humans.

Neither her nor Brandon were really in any shape to drive, and she hoped that the teen at least had a permit. Because sooner or later the police and fire departments were going to show up; and Catherine had no energy left to wipe minds, plant false memories, and do anything else of that nature.

"I'm not even going to discuss that.. thing with you Brandon till I've had some sleep."

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Laura nodded. "I have my license. But I'm not suppose to have more than one passenger..." She shook her head and held out her hand. "Give me the keys. It'll be okay, this once." She smiled as Brandon gave her the keys and slipped into the back seat himself, curling around his familiar. Ah, hell. He was going to be in trouble for having Babbit off the reserve. Whatever, Babbit was his familiar, and he maintained they had no right to keep the two apart.

"Mr. Hammerstine, why do you have a skeleton anyway? It's a little weird."

"You just got chased by pseudo-zombies and you think my familiar is weird?" Teenagers. He didn't understand them. "Just drive us to the shop, Laura. Soon as we get there, you need to call your parents." He'd manage to stay awake long enough to see her parents show up, and then he planned on crashing for a nice long nap. "...and figure out what you plan on telling them."

Did they even know about the Unseen world? He couldn't recall. The man yawned and stretched out on the backseat as much as he could, and passed out. His work was done.

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It was a little past one am. The moon was high and Dallas was asleep as it ever got. In a nice neighborhood, a brunette strung out woman in her twenties, eyes blank, walked up Catherine Dumitrescu’s driveway. Half was up it, she paused only to dry swallow two pills and then continue on, her steps becoming more and more erratic as she did so. She made her was to the back before she took a small collapsible police baton out of her pocket and took it to the window closest to Catherine’s back door, hitting and hitting again until the window was open enough for her to walk through, though it drew blood.

Around her shimmered a fine aura of necromantic magic. This woman was no zombie, but was a thrall.

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In a rundown apartment block, in a rundown neighborhood, an older man climbed the fire escape, a crowbar in hand. He stopped at one of the landings and stared at the window, eyes blank and sightless before he took the crowbar too it, the aura of necromancy about him flaring with each hit. He crawled through once there was room, despite the fresh blood the shards of the window drew. He began to seek out Kurt immediately, crow bar raised, eyes empty.

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In one of the many business districts, at Visual Eyes Art, two men, weedy thin, and obvious drug addicts stood outside the shop windows, iron bars in their hands. They began to hit the windows, breaking them open. At the shattering of the glass, a light upstairs turned one, even as the two climbed inside.

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In a quiet neighborhood, not in the best part of town but not in serious gangland, a heavily muscled dark teen, tattooed and reeking of necromantic magic took a baseball bat to the living room window of the Seychelle house, small are the two bedroom place was. The teen climbed in and began to head for Laura’s room, heedless of any attempts to stop him.

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Catherine had gone to bed early after a long, and difficult day at MCU; none the wiser to the current status of her home, and it's visitor. Sleeping fitfully, she tossed and turned in the bed, only beginning to be dimly aware of the banging coming from outside. Rolling over she pulled a pillow over her head and tried to sink back into the darkness of sleep. 'Stupid kids...' She thought groggily as she banging grew louder and louder until there was a loud crash.

"The hell?" She mumbled rolling over again and sitting up in the bed. "God damned neighbors.." There were times when she really enjoyed the quiet Lakewood neighborhood, and other times when she really considered moving somewhere else.