Zyna watched, tears in her eyes, as Leona was burned at the stake. The old woman had been a second mother to her, introducing her to the world of witchcraft, even though Zyna didn't have any magic. And now she was done. there had been nothing she could do.
Julianna watched the flames spread, unblinking. She didn’t cry. It could make her look suspicious to everyone around. Instead, she stood quietly and even managed to fake a half-smile.
Orion, in his trademark jacket, had watched the burning from the edge of the crowd. Close enough to look her in the eyes, but not close enough to arouse suspicion. Blue eyes sad, he watches her burn, listens to her screaming. They always scream. Bowing his head, he murmurs something under his breath. Just as the last word leaves his lips, she passes out mid-scream. No point in watching a burning when they stop screaming. Green eyes peer up at him from the ground, that flipping alley cat having followed him even here.
Music pulsed through his headphones and Maroon left the crowd, the pang of guilt burrowing its way into his heart. He needed to get away before the guilt got bad.
Worse, he was starting to feel out of breath, and his limbs weren't responding that well anymore. Maroon walked, no, practically crawled, back to his lab, leaning on his cane for support. He got onto the examination table and hooked himself up to the machine, transferring blood into his system.
Michi looked on at the execution from the shade of the nearby buildings. He starred impassively as the old woman burned alive, the fire suffocating her last words. Michi didn't really like the idea of burning witches at the stake, but also he would never do something as to step out of line and suggest that perhaps they stop the senseless killing of the witches. After all, most of them seemed fairly peaceful, almost helpful in a way. His eyes casually scanned over the crowd. Most of the citizens were jeering at the old woman, while a select few were… weeping, perhaps? That could mean two things. Either they knew her before she was found out as a witch and had only assumed that she too was human, or they were affiliated with the woman on a more… dangerous level. Not that it really mattered to Michi.
The crowds began to disperse as the flames died down, leaving a charred corpse. Oliver and Lucy stood where they were, eyes lowered in respect. Oliver gave Lucy’s arm a gentle tug to get the young witches attention. “Come on, no point in lingering,” He murmured gently.
Lucy, in response, simply yanked her arm from his grasp, jogging over to the executioner. “What do you plan on doing with the body?” She asked.
The older man, who was maybe in his late fourties, narrowed his eyes at the girl. “Dumping it in a mass grave, just like the others. Why?”
Lucy didn’t want that. She knew that witch. She deserved so much better than to be forgotten in some unmarked ditch. “How much for the body?” She suddenly asked, earning a sharp look from Oliver.
“Why in God’s name would you want that?” The man questioned warily.
“I’m traveling through here to head back to my home town. My friend over there insisted on having something to remember Salem by,” Lucy said, the lie coming easy to her. She pulled out her wallet, taking out a small wad of bills and holding it out.
The man looked at it skeptically before snatching the bills and pocketing them. After a minute, the scorched bones were tossed into a sack and handed over to Oliver, who continued to heavily frown as the pair walked away. “You are fucking insane, Teller, you know that?”
“I’m just looking out for my own kind. We’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.”
(This rp makes me want to bring out my Callabean)
(Can I?)
(Lol go on ahead)
Bella reached her hut, a small black cat and a little snow owl greeted her there. She smiled and pet them both, they were her familiars, "Hi there Midnight. Snowbell. Any visitors."
The little black cat shook his head. None. Bella nodded and walked out to the back garden. The owl and cat followed after her.
Name: Calla
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Species: Witch
Sexuality: Calla: "What is a sexual?"
Appearance: cropped black hair with bangs, large white eyes, pale skin, gaunt, bags under her eyes, her bones poke out, scraped elbows and knees
Usual Outfit: a white flowy dress, just above her knees
Personality: Innocent, kind, curious, emotional, sad, off-putting
Talents (For witches, this could include their two styles of magic): summoning spirits, death curse
Worst Fear(s): to be alone
Background: Her village was bombed when she was a child and she was an orphan, taken in by a foster family who're nice, but don't care/love her
Other: She's blind
Calla had sat on the dirty ground, feeling the flames as the person burned. Her parental units had left her in the crowd, and there was nowhere to go, nothing to do, except stay put and pray that she'd be rescued. Her blindness had too many downsides.
"Excuse me?" Calla had gotten up and she was tugging on the leg of the nearest person she could find. "I don't know how to go home. I need to find my parental unit, please."
(That person can be anyone of your guys' char.)
(It could be Lucy, ig, she really loves little kids lol)
okay!
Oliver and Lucy had been walking towards the wooded area where Lucy’s cabin was located. They would find a secluded area around there to bury the body at. But Lucy was stopped when there was a tug at her leg and a small voice. The pair looked down at the little girl.
“What do they look like?” Oliver asked, receiving a slap on the arm from Lucy.
“She’s blind, Oli,” she snapped softly, and he nodded slowly. Drunk bastard.
“Of course, sweetie. Do you know their names?” She asked in a sweet tone, crouching down to be eye level with her.
"No. They are my parental units. I need to find them." Calla restated, unsure what to do at this point. "They are taller than me. I know this. It is not safe to be out alone. I need to find my parental units."
“Parental units? Why do you call them that?” Lucy asked, looking at the little girl with a furrowed brow. She looked up at Oliver with a questioning look, and he shrugged, adjusting his grip on the bag.
Here they were, talking to a blind child with a witches body in a sack. The day couldn’t get more strange and uncomfortable.
"That is not important. We must do what is important. I cannot find my parental unit. I need to find them. It is not safe to be out alone." silent tears streamed down Calla's cheeks. "I cannot find my parental unit."
Orion is rather confused by the small child crying, and meanders over. Nodding to the other Adults(TM) he kneels next to her. "Hello, my name is Orion, would you like assistance?"
"I would like assistance." Calla nodded. "My parental unit is missing."
Lucy frowned up at the new arrival. There was definetly something off about his aura. Oliver studied the man for a moment before looking down at Lucy with an arched brow, receiving a quick nod. Oliver’s lips pulled into a tight line before he stepped away at a quick pace. He knew that Lucy would want him to get the body out of there before people started asking questions. He wasn’t sure how much the people in the town would buy their “souvenir” story.
She didn't like being ignored. Calla puckered her lips and her eyes started to well up and she stared at the ground, about ready to throw a tantrum.
Julianna walked by the group before pausing, the little girl looking highly upset. “What’s going on?” She asked, concern lacing through her voice.
"I am blind, do you hear me?" Calla screamed. "I need to find my parental unit! Everyone keeps asking what's wrong, but no one is helping!" she stomped her feet on the ground and screamed some more.
“Hey, hey,” Julianna said hurriedly, crouching in front of Calla and gently taking her hand. “I need you to calm down. Do you know where you lost them?”
//parental unit is so cute