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The three were still sitting at Sage's, or technically the circle's, dining table thirty minutes after Sage had introduced them to each other. She left shortly after, saying something about needing to pick up something from someone somewhere without any real detail. "Sage said all of us were gifted. What are your abilities?" Iris asked both River and Flint at the same time. They cast a glance at each other to see who would speak first. Flint nodded at River. "I manipulate water," she began, lifting a finger and drawing a line in the air which was followed by a thin line of water. She kept the motion moving by gesturing toward some herbs growing in a small pot on the windowsill. The water fell into the pot. She looked back to Iris and Flint again. "Impressive. You're like the opposite of me," Flint said while producing a small flame in the palm of his hand. River giggled. "I guess we're covered as far as survival goes." Iris smiled. "That makes me the odd one out. I... manipulate energy. You can't see what I do, but I'm sure you can feel it," she explained.
Each of them went on to explain what they know about the strength of their abilities. It became apparent that none of them knew very much. Sage had been helping Iris with her barrier ability, but it wasn't as strong. They knew there was more to what they could do, but they were not sure about the full extent of their powers and what exactly they could and could not do. It was clear, however, that they had a lot of learning and experimenting to do and that must have been Sage's reason for introducing them to each other that day.
"The deck does need to be done. and so does the bedroom. Hmmm." He clicked his tongue as he rose from the couch. Maybe a fixer-upper wasn't the best thing to have, but then again it was near the cover of forests where mushrooms wouldn't be too noticeable. Still things needed to be done and will a few videos he could learn how to put tile up. Better to make your home than to take one he supposed.
The mushroom backed squirrel hopped onto his shoulder as he stood and gathered his bag. A walk on the town would clear his head a bit. Maybe bring back some tile for the walls over the sink. He gave a glance toward the shambling bodies as he walked off his porch towards town, watching them limp and walk over to the house and walk loops around them with clicking noises. No one would have the nerve to rob his home without being attacked by three infested. At least that's what he hoped for as he walked down the dirt road onto sidewalk.
In the given time Yaela had been at the library reading, she had managed to acquire four paper cuts in total. Each on separate fingers. She didn't mind, though. She thought of them as a bookworm's battle scars. Yaela looked down at the leather back she had been reading for the past four hours, bright eyes scanning the cover. "Lament of the Skies"; A rather educational book about weather patterns and theories behind their manifestation. For most it was not exactly an exciting read, however Yaela had a certain curiosity pertaining to the atmosphere and what lay below it. She was about to begin a new chapter when Yaela felt the all-too-familiar presence of Felken Colden, the leader of her Cult. She looked up from the book and watched curiously as he made to greet her.
Although the library was fairly deserted, she found it odd for Felken to be out and about in public like this. He must have had something important he wanted her to hear.
"I need your help in recruiting two new members." He said, and her eyebrows shot up in a look of surprise. Important indeed... Yaela thought to herself, maintaining the expression while she stared at him a few seconds longer. It had been a while since Felken had been looking to recruit a new member, let alone two. Slowly, Yaela closed the book and stood from the table. She walked to the librarian and set the book down gently, giving the older man a short smile before turning and sauntering back to where her Cult leader stood. It was also a rare occurrence for Felken to want to talk to anyone of his own will, yet here he was, asking her for help. She let a dangerous grin play over her face, as if to say, "What's in it for me?"
So she swung her feet down from the counter and took a walk around her laboratory, trying to decide if there was anything small– a detail she could tweak or something– that needed change. She paused in the middle, sighing.
The laboratory was big, and bore clear signs of its previous use. Mona had spend an agonising month cleaning the place, and didn't even want to think about how much money she'd spent on decent lighting. The barn was separated into three, two rooms on the ground floor and one on the first floor. She used the second ground floor room for storage. The upper floor was prepared for, but not yet in, use. In what you might call the main room, her office set-up was simple, awkwardly placed not-quite-in the corner of the space, giving way to a large collection of counters and desks that didn't match and wasn't meant to. They had been acquired at multiple sales and backwater yard sales where prices could be negotiated or intimidated down.
In the far end stood what her acolytes creatively called 'The Slabs'– metal beds on thin legs with lockable wheels. The latter part was her personal favourite. Three of the slabs were covered by white sheets, an unmistakeable human outline protruding from underneath. Mona ran a hand over the feet of one, feeling the blood of the body rush beneath her fingers, but in the end there was nothing more she could do. She turned the lights off and walked outside, taking a deep breath as she paused on the grass between the barn and the farmhouse. Not far away she could see the tree line stretching past. It seemed generally a terrible place for her operations.
Still, she remained standing for a while, wondering fleetingly if she was fated to remain in an intellectual limbo for the rest of her life, or if something, soon, would happen...
It only took over an hour and a bit of hassle to come back toward his home again. The woman at the hardware store was rather difficult with him picking out tile. Asking if he was going to get plaster and pushing to buy more than he needed. It was the few things that annoyed him enough to give her a sweet. If she was going to that much of a bother, well it was curtains for that oud mouth. She'd have more use as foader in the next few weeks anyway.
The deer that had been feeding on the bait he had put out could be seen from the dirt road as he walked the path, they were looking sicker and sicker. Lathargic and looking wounded. It was only a matter of time. Not that he could say the same for some of the birds that perched themselves on nearby branches. White eyed and buds of mold on their bodies. Birds were always the fastest to turn. Eyes in the skies after all.
The human hosts, all sitting on the porch like they were waiting for Riye to return clicked at his arrival as if greeting him. Riye smiled and nodded to them. "Good boys. You guys can wander now. Keep yourselves hidden." He said as if they were his children. The clickers nodded, standing and shambling off as Riye walked inside and begin the work of retiling the bathroom. Just because he lived in the literal back woods, didn't mean that he had to live in a shabby shack.
All three of the fungus riddled corpses wandered off in different directions. One in particular, one that Riye had affectionately named "Vittla" wandered off into the trees. His head and eyes taken over by a rather large cluster of oyster mushrooms and the rest of him wasted away as the food of other edible mushrooms. This one was his walking farm. Chunks of cut stalks that were regrowing and clusters of other edible shrooms budded all over him. A very obvious sight for anyone wandering in the forest. Vittla shambled along a not so set path, wandering in large circles that lead back to the house and around again. Eventually he walked out toward the treeline, not noticing the difference in lighting, only clicking and hissing to find it's way around. It wandered along the treeline, stopping every now and again to listen for something and then move once again. It turned its head toward the farmhouse and barn, seemingly intrested but turned again. For it, it was time to return toward the house of its master. A slow and shambling walk towards home again.
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