#firebrand.event001

[werecatxxphillip]

@firebrandstarters​

When the collar came off, there was hesitation and fear that initially crippled Phillip’s reactions, unable to process what was happening. But once he settled into what was happening, he immediately left the shop and began to run, run into his true form, the one he’d missed so much over the years. His agility wasn’t what it once was and without meaning to, he’d bumped into someone. He immediately returned to human form, staring stiffly, unsure what reaction awaited him. “You were in my way,” he stated gruffly, unable to help himself, taking the defense automatically.

[coltrees]

Colt had managed to make it to Off the Chain, which was fortunately not under attack – even though you could hear some of the commotion from there. Methodically, he went and checked on the animals, tried to calm them and make sure they were settled and knew they were safe. After a little while, he headed back out – grabbing a broom since it was about the only thing he could wield to protect himself and took a seat on the bench outside. 

He left the broom leaning against the bench beside him, one foot up on the bench, the other on the ground and he watched. Waited.

@firebrandstarters​

[wiccanxgen]

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Gen already had difficulty sleeping on a normal day, her thoughts sometimes too much, bad memories creeping in. But for the last day or so she’d just felt...off, something intrinsic telling her to be on guard. So when she woke up to the sound of a crash she jumped awake, sweating and nervous. Everything after that was kind of a whirlwind. She remembered getting dressed and rushing out of her little apartment on the outskirts of The Cottages, all the other witches around doing the same. She didn’t even know them, she technically wasn’t a part of the coven, but as word got around of what was going on, she knew she needed to join them and help. Gen didn’t particularly care for the enslavement of people, but this place was her home, and she wasn’t about to lose it.

A big enough gash was made in the city’s barrier that dozens of rebels had broken through--humans, supers, all of them angry and clearly out for blood and Gen tried to just stay hidden amongst the trees as she chanted the same spell all the others, focusing on keeping the break from getting any worse. Not even the cover of trees help though, because soon enough the rebels realized it was the witches they needed to go after, and what was already chaos before was even worse now.

Something body-slammed her, knocking the wind out of her and making her head slam into some rocks but her fingers stayed gripped around her lighter and she used it a second later, blasting her assailant away with a ball of fire. She made a ring of fire around herself then, trying to keep herself safe and not focus on how drained she already felt, but before she could try and focus on the barrier, more rebels were coming at her so she had to focus all her attention on that.

It was like the war again. Felt like she was 16 again fighting for her life as she hurled streams of flames at everyone in her vicinity, trees catching fire and limbs falling and screams all around as the city descended into mayhem. She didn’t know for how long she’d been trying to fight off other witches and humans with weapons, werewolves, but when another wolf managed to dodge all her attacked and lunged her eyes widened, not able to move her arms to defend herself in time.

@familiar-leo​

[kylarxxslave]

@firebrandstarters​

Kylar was mad at the world and didn’t care who knew it. He was supposed to be free and escaping with Charlie, but instead he had a new collar among other things keeping him inside the city. Cleaning up the bodies and blood and massacre were not the ways he wanted to deal. The more he cleaned, the angrier he grew and when someone touched him, he reacted immediately, turning and punching them square in the face. “Don’t fucking touch me again,” he seethed, not even registering who they were through his anger.

[eliwalsh]

the cottages @familiar-seren​

“Seren?” Eli called out to the other familiar when he noticed her and rushed over. “Hey,” Wrapping his arms around her, he gave her a tight hug and lifted her from the ground slightly. “I’m glad to see you in one piece.” Eli had been worried about all his friends, but especially other witches and familiars that he knew–their recent job hadn’t exactly been easy and the traitors weren’t being treated any better after the stunt the rebels pulled. Pulling away he held onto her shoulders and looked her over briefly as if to seek out any wounds or sore spots. “You alright?”

[valenciaxxsiren]

@firebrandstarters​

Valencia knew full well what was going on outside, but still, she wanted to play. At spotting a willing participant, she led them into her shop where she was holding those injured against the horrendous rebels throwing a tantrum. Still, this one seemed like they could be fun and she had the perfect place to explore her desires. “Now, darling. How about you tell me your name?” she asked sweetly, enjoying the atmosphere in the quiet of her back room. “I think I know the perfect way to distract you from what’s going on outside.”

[vcred]

the gutters @coltrees​

Reed stood under the pressure of the water for a moment, drying desperately to wash the stench of the city off of himself and to collect his thoughts. It felt like for days he’d smelt like nothing more than smoke and gore. The rebel attack had been a failure and everyone in the Gutters had been refit with a new working collar. As punishment perhaps, now they had to clean up the city now filled with rubble and drenched in blood. Hearing someone approach him as he let the water fall over his face, Reed sighed. “Just five more minutes?” he asked, expecting it to be a guard. “Please?”

[ravcnous]

dead end @sebastian-angel​ 

Finding himself wandering through Dead End was a new low. Was he really so bored as to wander his own district? But then, something caught his curiosity. Sensing a more angelic presence nearby, Eros wrinkled his nose. It wasn’t very often he came in contact with angels–the snooty, goody-two-shoes pheasants. While in his early years on Earth they bothered him, he had grown a taste for teasing them and luring them toward sin. Wandering toward the scent he’d caught, he cocked his head when he caught sight of the angel. “You’re a bit far from home, aren’t you, sweet thing?”