"I mean they have the stick!" Rachel threw her hands up in frustration and panic, "The witch beat me to it. It was underwater in case you were wondering. Also I don't have to do anything brother dear, have fun dealing with his wrath without me!" She let out a nervous laugh.
"Dude. What. The. Fuck?" Kova stared, Coming out of the water and sitting in the sand beside her
(She should get a vision about the two staffs, she can decide where they were)
Archer growled and slammed his hands in the ground "I swear to God if anything happens to us, I will murder you." He said in a dangerously low voice
"Like it's my fault?" Rachel snarked crossing her arms, "You were here much longer than I was, you could have found the stick yourself."
Kanoa shrugged a shoulder in a 'I have no clue' gesture, before doubling over as she was hit with another vision. More fucking sticks?
(I'm dying lmfao(also shade, I apologize for Archer. I'm trying to develop a better villainous character))
"Qho wrote the guide book? Who decided that caves were not the answer. Who would have thought an accidental swim might of led to this. Father holds our l9fe source in his hands, we will perish without answers today." He muttered to himself
Kova looked at Kanoa and sighed "I feel bad that we left Londyn behind."
(Acartzens all have a talisman at birth that has a bit of their souls essence in it. This is their life source. Destroy that and the become immensely vulnerable)
"She probably needed to gather her thoughts." Kanoa said after a few minutes, massaging her temples.
"You can tell him that the guide book mislead us," Rachel said, "It was pure bad luck that they got the stick. Also don't tell him I almost managed to grab it, or do. Just keep me alive."
Archer looked at his sister "dont worry, I intend to make sure we all stay alive during our time here." He said
"What's wrong?" Kova asked Kanoa
"More sticks. Three sticks too fuckin' many." Kanoa grumbled, mostly to herself.
"What do you mean. Mind if I check this?" She asked, gesturing to the wand
Rachel remained skeptical, “Uh huh. So what next? They have the stick. We could try to steal it from them?”
"No, follow them in a disguise. You make sure they dont find the other staffs. I'll let school management know that you will be leaving on amaextended leave."
Kanoa looked hesitant to hand it over. If what the visions, or whatever they were, had shown her was true, this thing was important. "I mean, there are more magic sticks. And I think one is yours."
“Understood,” Rachel nodded solemnly. She was probably the best choice for this, her cousin and brothers were all idiots.
"What? Where is it?" She asked, slightly panicked
Archer sighed "you'll have a shit ton of work to catch up on. Max go with her. You are the nerd so you can help her make plans. Sorren and I will watch them here."
"Let's not talk about this here." Kanoa shook her head, standing and brushing the now dry sand off of her shorts. She twisted her hair up into a bun, using the stick-no, wand-to keep it in place.
“It’s not like I need to pass school,” Rachel emphasized the need, “Besides what if I have to stay on school grounds to follow them hmmm? Not like they actually know what they’re doing.”
Kova nodded and stood up, dusting her shorts, she followed Kanoa back to the school, making sure to watch for any prying eyes.
"This is why I said to use a disguise." He muttersd, turning around and heading back to the school
Kanoa didn't bother putting her shoes back on, just walked barefoot the whole way. "So, where ya from?"
"Oddly enough, in from London. Lived there since birth then moved at the age of 10. I have a slight accent but not overly prominent." She laughed lightly
"Wow, outta the country, huh?" Kanoa's lips quirked up in a small half smile. "I grew up in Honolulu, until I was fourteen. Then my family moved to Brooklyn for some job thing."
Max turned to Rachel as Archer left. “I’m not a nerd, right?” he complained to her.
Rachel sighed and turned to go and get supplies, “You are a nerd. Come on let’s go and get supplies.”
Max followed her, grumbling under his breath. He was not excited about this if this beginning was any way to judge it.