All Aboard (Tamsin's Awakening)

She even had the same source of power as Wicked did. Anger. Emotion. Unleashing raw energy against her opponents. When the chips were down she did the same thing and let loose. Chuckles did the same. So Patricia let the rage and worry give way to hyper-violence. Crackling energy surged up her as she began to cackle.


The witch appeared behind her and began to morph and shift. Her nails and teeth lengthened, her hair grew longer, and she took upon a more sinister form with catlike eyes as she hovered menacingly.


With little other warning her hair would snake out like whips to cut and slash through the air at the fallen sack, attempting to turn it into threads of string.

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Bandit was quick to take his leave after the demon was slain, leaving only a box for Tamsin behind. Inside the box was a gun, and ammunition. There would also be a map, with directions to the 'Platinum Playhouse'. Though, it would shatter, and melt, both if it was ignored, and if it was read. Though, given Tamsin's company, it was probably more of a formality than anything else.

With the last onslaught, the demon fell apart, and Tamsin fell to her knees, half in exhaustion, and half because the weight of realization had been piling up during the fight, and now there was nothing to keep it from crashing down on her tiny frame. She simply sat on her feet, flexing her hands in front of her. Gloved hands, and the colorful guise of a Psyche Terrorist. Was this the reality of Psyche Terrorists? That the power was thrust upon them without choice? Instantly made an enemy of the state...

Still, their choices in how to use those powers could be called into question. But Tamsin didn't have the energy for that now. Archie and Patty had use their power to save her...or to help her at the very least. They were Psyche Terrorists, or atleast wore the guises of them. And yet...

Confusion gripped Tamsin, and she pressed her palms to her temples, her blond hair coming undone. "Why...is this happening...?" She asked no one in particular. She didn't wail or cry, though her expression was pained. Maybe it was an entreat to fate itself.

The witch's hands clenched as she witnessed the bag get torn to shreds before the whipping wind. A growl escaped her lips and she could feel the rage surge, but the quiet bit it back down. She let it slip and fade away before she completely lost her shit, the urge to turn the shreds to dust or black marks on the ground was strong but she resisted. Wicked stood tall and clenched her fists, taking a deep breath as the devil at her back slowly morphed into her pure, innocent self before completely fading away. Bandit would disappear after that, leaving just what got left behind for her last time. Thinking about it this was some kind of twisted recruitment drive, save someone so they'll fight for your cause. After what she'd seen she was starting to believe less and less about the goodness of certain organizations, they were just in it for themselves. Fuck that. They could fight their war on their own.

"Yeah thanks. I guess," the witch echoed after the bandit as he disappeared into the night. That wasn't easy as she thought it would be. Maybe he had something about the Full Moon. But it was dead, it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was Tammy freaking out. Y'know it never seemed to work when you were holding a gun and telling other people not to freak out. The hat melted on her head into smoking mist, descending over her body to roll off and reveal her normal form. She knelt next to the girl to reassure here.
"I dunno, okay? No one does. This stuff just happens, it's not your fault. You're gonna be okay... okay?" And the lanky girl tried to calm her still sporting her vicious eyepatch and a revolver in hand. She had to be going through some shit. Whatever happened Patty was going to at least make an attempt to get her safe and out of the situation before she made any other kinds of moves. Even if she was thinking of reporting them. She'd deal with that when it came up.
"Hey. Jingles," she spoke up to the Laughing Rogue, putting her gun back in her waistband and pulling her hoodie over it as she unclipped the eyepatch, "Let's get out of here. I don't wanna be close to here after all the noise we made." Patricia looked back to the frightful little girl on the ground.
"We gotta go, okay? We gotta go, we can't stay here, but you gotta take that off, okay?" That was another thing. They couldn't get caught palling around in their terrorist gear.

With the enemy gone, Archibald had returned. The masks now shoved inside his bag and back in his civilian clothes. The beautfiul bandit yet again tried to recruit people to the playhouse, which Archie didn't care for. He was in for the fun of it, the Playhouse had some freedom fighter righteous cause going on.

"Guess its just nature, blondie." Though Archibald himself was a special case, he was made into what he was by some alchemy bullshit or whatever when he was young, the thing was just dormant until recently. "You can keep this a secret, right blondie?" He'd flash finger guns at him, if she snitched she'd be going down too anyways.

"Yeah yeah, we gotta skeedaddle." He'd shove the pink umbrella inside his bag as well, that shit was going to draw attention. "Fucking demons, man."

'I don't know okay? No one does' ...'Guess it's just nature, blondie'

They didn't know how this happened either, it seemed. With a nod to Patty and a Sigh, Tamsin willed the outfit away, the way the others had done so easily. It may present a struggle at first to others, but Tamsin found the process easy enough once she found how badly she wanted to be back to normal. She was left crouching in her civilian clothes, muddy and wet and altogether miserable.

Despite how miserable she felt, though, she picked up the box that the rogue had left her and stood up, allowing herself to be led away. She went to pick up the wooden sword Isaac had made for her, and turned it over in her hand before finally slinging it over her shoulder.

"I won't...tell anyone." She said finally, looking at the map and gun in the box. She lifted out the gun, felt the weight of it in her hand. It wasn't a wooden training weapon, it was real. She could kill someone with this thing.

She crumpled the map up in her hand. She wanted to ask the two of them what she should do. But she knew what they would tell her. The only thing anyone would tell her. It was up to her to decide what to do now. And in order to make that decision, she'd need information. "Did you two...have anything to do with the Terrorist attacks?" She asked lightly, tucking the box with the gun under one arm.

The lanky girl walked quickly for a few blocks until they were out of range of suspicion. Funny how you learned exactly where that was when you grew up in the right place. They didn't go to the orphanage. Patty led them in a round circle, leading back to a few blocks down where they were traveling street by street. Everything turned back to quiet. It was if it never happened. Just some punks hanging out, nothing to see here. Gray brought up exactly what she was thinking about but didn't, she didn't wanna risk anything by making it look selfish but he managed to pull it off with his laid-back charm. She reached into her pocket for her crushed cigarettes. That's one thing she did hate about the fighting, her smokes always got bent and it sucked. She needed, like, a tinderbox or something. She popped one in her lips and slowed down for a sec to light it.
"Yeah, we be fuckin' demons alright..." she droned. It bothered her. Patty didn't have fun this time, even if it was mindless slaughter. Whether that's because the kid was involved or she was just getting sick of it she didn't know, but she'd find out tonight.

Patty paid attention to Tammy balling the map in her hand but she didn't comment on it. It only really confirmed what she already sorta thought. The question caught her off guard. She couldn't speak for Jingles but Wicked was def involved in the Smile Studio raid. But no one knew that. She was never on camera, it's like she was never there. For a brief point in time she really wished she'd been on TV but now she was counting her blessings. It looked like she was headed back into the underground. You don't wanna get famous in the underground.
"No," she lied, shaking her head, "We do other stuff, like this. We're not really with those guys, they have their reasons and we have ours. Ha, can't really believe everything you see on TV can ya?" Patty smiled and stuffed her hands in her pockets.

They'd walk for a bit longer before she broke the silence.
"So... whatcha gonna do now?" she asked. She took a breath and put her hand on Tammy's shoulder.


That last sentence was because she was worried. No doubt the Playhouse would try to recruit her if they found out, and like that was okay and stuff but it really, really wasn't. They needed to stop dragging people into their fucking rebellion and getting them mixed up in heavy shit. She wasn't gonna be like that.

"Nah, but i know two of the guys involved." They were fun to mess with but he wouldn't want to team up with either for various reasons. "They are gonna try to spook you with 'To the Queen, you just existing is a crime and we are given no choice!' or some load of bull about freeing the city. Is all a scam to bolster their numbers if you ask me."

"Hey purple, you got a smoke for me?" He'd wait for the girl to give her answer, it didn't matter if she passed him one or not. "Better quit talking this shit, people might notice. Think she got the message anyways."

Tamsin felt the map fumbling apart on her hand as they slowed so Patty could smoke. She listened to their explanations. Neither of these people was with the Playhouse, it seemed. In fact, they didn't even seem to like the Playhouse, talking about how they just wanted to drum up members and were fighting against the government. The government would be against Tamsin now, on principle. That much was certain. But did she really want to rebel? There came the question she knew would be coming. The question she had already been fighting through. What are you gonna do now? her mind repeated.

"I don't know..." She answered hesitantly. "I wanted to join the cadets so I could learn to fight demons...now I can do that without them. I don't know about fighting the government. That sort of seems like a waste of time. The demons are our enemy right? I'll use this power I have to crush every demon in my path." she tightened her fist, and delivered the last line with more conviction than the rest. "Will you guys help me?" she asked, serious eyes scanning the other two.

Yeah, Patty knew those two guys too. Especially when he said fun to mess with. Xombie was chill as shit but the other two were pretty self-righteous. She could only imagine what made them like that, they were pretty dedicated in their fight on the sheer principle of the shit. THAT wasn't a healthy way to think, that's not how someone who got backstabbed thought. And it was a good way to get themselves tagged or killed. But they didn't have to, the only way Cadets would ever catch you is if you directly opposed them or did something stupid, or just got unlucky. They could all be free if they wanted and free from danger, just let the Terrorists do as they will and the Cadets do the same. It was the fucked up ones she was worried about, on all sides. Terrorists that were feeding these fucking pills to junkies, crooked cops, and fervent freedom fighters. She'd take it one day at a time.

Patty lazily raised the pack up as if to show him before tossing it to Gray.
"I don't think they're bad people, they think they're doing the right thing and sometimes they do," she'd mention, "But they're too far up their own asses. If you ever decide to give'em a hand make sure you do it for your reasons, not theirs, because all they care about is their stupid own crap. But hey, on you if you believe in it or not." She didn't really wanna judge. Not like they did, that's what kept them separate. The lanky chick raised an eyebrow at the chick. She wanted to fight demons. Seems like she had something to prove. Patty started out with nothing to prove, no ties, nothing but to feel the ash rain down but that's what made it less dangerous for her. She could quit when she wanted. There was nothing keeping her on that track. Now with this Giddy shit she was in it for the long haul but she wasn't blind to what could happen to her. She didn't want to immediately answer the question. She didn't want to get involved into more shit.
"....Gray's right, we shouldn't be talking about this out here, people could take it the right way." She continued to walk and puff on her cigarette but she wouldn't let the quiet creep in for long. Patty still liked to talk. The silence was suffocating.
"...hey. I'm going back to the woods tonight where it happened. I got an idea, I wanna try something." If the Full Moon was really that much of a threat she wanted to test herself before going in to fight the bear, and it would be a fight. She knew it would. She had to be prepared. And this could be something if she wanted to make it something for Tammy. Not like she could get hurt with other people were around. A hell of a lot better than charging off by herself or joining up with someone to be their tool.
"...wanna go?" she asked casually, as if she didn't ask her to join a fucking death slog, "We can talk more there, just don't use anyone's real name and you're good. Like EV-UR. You have NO idea who might try to screw you, it's almost happened before."

"Yeah, i'm feeling really stabby tonight." The guy asked, lightly shrugging. He should prepare since they were going to roll around. "Alrighty, i'll see you two there. Peace." He'd give the two a pair of thumbs up before skeedaddling outta there.

They didn't directly answer her question, which was fine. How could she expect two grown ups who were essentially perfect strangers to help. If she had to, she'd get strong on her own. Like the train had said, they were on the track now. Nothing to do but see where it led. Looking up at Patty with a serious expression, not an inch of hesitation, she nodded. "I'm in."

The last thing she said gave her pause. She waved at Archie as he left before turning back to Patty. "Like...code names?" it sounded silly to her, but then, it made sense. They had disguises. Those wouldn't do any good if they used real names. "What's your code name? Or Archie's?" she asked glancing in the direction the man had ninja'd away into. "What should mine be...?"

The lanky girl smiled back with her thumbs through her belt loops. This was... how it was to look at her when she was younger, huh? Determined, thinking she's hardcore and willing to throw it all away just because she wants to. Patty didn't know how to feel about that. But she wasn't ever gonna say "no", 'cause if she did Tammy would just go off on her own. She knew because she'd do the exact same thing.
"Yeah! Just like code names!" she chirped. Tammy was trying to get introduced with everyone but Gray was still right. It wasn't safe out here from eavesdroppers. They were the only ones out here, the sound would carry if they weren't careful.
"We can talk about it later, it's not safe out here. Hey, you're coming to the woods tonight right? We can do it there! Yo, there's a shop in the Backlight you can use to get some kit, it's through some alleyways between the nail salon with the creepy hand sign and closed down toy store. You're gonna need it, they're gonna be tougher tonight." It didn't make her feel good to just not give this kid any answers, but this REALLY wasn't a good place to talk about shit. She was feeling paranoid after Burqa got picked up. And just happened to show up. And just happened to film them. Jesus Christ if she saw him as a Cadet and figured out who he was she was putting him in the hospital or the ground.

"So I'll see ya there!" she waved, "Just be real careful, okay? Some people are open about this but like, that's dumb and you can get caught. Just keep it all on the DL, 'kay?" Patty kept going straight as they reached Tammy's orphanage, there was an obvious sign. She was gonna go circle around until she could get closer to the woods. Patty already had most of her stuff on her. And she still felt like getting violent. Raidou told them what they were up against wasn't gonna be easy and she wanted to see just about what she was gonna run into.