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3 years 2 months ago - 3 years 2 months ago #45035 by Rose Bunny
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Eire
A Whateley Universe Story
Part 28
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June 3rd
Whateley Academy
Near Dunwich, New Hampshire

Essylt looked fearfully at Mrs. Carson. The bully had been escorted from the building, and likely the school grounds. But the way Carson had asked about what they would do with her had her more scared.

Liz Carson looked at the scared girl. “I’m sorry, I should have stated that differently. While we would very much welcome you at Whateley, there are certain logistical issues we aren’t prepared for. Namely, what to do with a student that is expected to give birth during the school year, and how to deal with a student that has a child. Plus there is the added complication of Nikki Reilly. She is a good girl normally, but there have been some… stressful issues she has been dealing with that might be exacerbated by your presence.”

Essylt nodded and lowered her head.

Carson looked at her, and continued speaking. “However, after discussing things with your mother, I think we have a possible solution. You will be homeschooled during the remainder of your pregnancy, with a focus on bringing you in during the winter semester. Whateley has been trying to find a qualified teacher for our aquatic combat training program for quite a while. With your mother’s recommendation, we are going to be bringing on a new teacher, You will be staying with her and her husband in the teacher’s village, after your admittance.”

Essylt looked at her mother, confused. Surely she wasn’t going to abandon her and dump her off with some stranger.

LeAnna saw the look of confusion on her daughter’s face. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to stay with Renata and Bill?”

Essylt’s eyes opened wide… she loved Renata and Bill, but more importantly that meant she would be staying with Roger!
She smiled and thought of the cute little corgi. Even though she was smiling, she was also sad. Coming all this way for school meant she would miss Mom and Sean and her friends Charity and Connie, and Pete the desk officer at the HQ, who always shared his grilled cheese sandwiches with her, and everyone else.

Essylt sat there smiling, tears streaming down her face. Liz Carson gave her a friendly smile and handed her a tissue.

“I remember pregnancy hormones. Cheer up, things will be okay.”, the Headmistress said.


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The same day
Como Park Conservatory
St. Paul, Minnesota

Brogue cursed as he watched helplessly. He was pinned under the rubble of the steel and glass dome. Starfield was holding on, but barely. Her force bubble was taking a pounding, and he could see the feedback from the impacts jarring the girl about. MIndweaver was laying on her side, behind her teammate. There was a trickle of blood trailing from her nose.

Pulling himself from the wreckage, Brogue staggered forward, his right arm was limp at his side, the remnants of his shillelagh in his left.

“Tamara, lass, ye don’ want ta be doin’ this. We were yer friends, We tried to help ye!”, He shouted.

“Help me? Help me? That’s a lie! You all sat around as my powers ate me alive. I found help, I found a cure, and I found power! You all feared me, you tried to keep me under your thumb!”, screamed Tamara Woods, once the hero named Tamarack.

Starfield strained under the pressure being applied to her shield. She WOULD NOT QUIT! Mindweaver depended on her to keep her safe.

Tamarack turned her attention from Brogue back to her would-be replacements. She had killed Bluebell and Sunstroke, but those were minor losses, needed for the summoning of the Jubokko. With the power she had gained from the ritual, she had stopped her Chimerical Trait Acquisition, and she had gained great power. So what if people had to die? That would have bothered ‘old her’, but this was for the greater good. And if the people she had once thought of as friends had to die, so much the better.

Tamarack had grown in stature to nearly 50 feet, and was advancing on the spot where her plant minions had the heroes pinned down. The tree creatures she had created were giving the new mage a hard time, she would come and deliver the coup de grace, as it were. She reached the new girl and was ready to strike, when suddenly she felt a painful burning on her bark-like skin. She looked around and saw Defcon had arrived. He was holding what looked like his old napalm cannon. That could tip the balance in their favor. Reluctantly, Tamarack ran for the lake and waded in, shrinking as she did. With the fire out, she swam to the other shore and vanished.

Brogue staggered over and once Starfield lowered her shield, he picked up the battered Mindweaver. The team was in no shape to pursue.

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3 years 2 months ago - 3 years 2 months ago #45832 by Rose Bunny
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A Whateley Universe Story
Part 29
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June 10th
The Baker-Smith household
Eden Prairie, Minnesota

Essylt sat on the couch, they had been home nearly a week. She rubbed her stomach absent-mindedly. she was just beginning to show, and not many noticed it yet, but she felt a little self-conscious. She ran the fingers of her other hand through her hair. She had decided to grow it out, after seeing Fey’s hair. She looked around, her mother had headed in to the HQ early, Essylt had asked to come, but her mom had emphatically said no. Ever since they had gotten back everyone seemed on edge. She had asked about it, but nobody would tell her anything. It was frustrating.

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That same day
Twin Cities Overseer HQ,
Minneapolis, Minnesota

Gavia was uneasy. Tamarack had torn through the team methodically. Mindweaver was still in intensive care at Hennepin County Medical Center. Starfield had a broken arm that was stubbornly refusing to heal, even with her Exemplar regeneration. Brogue was physically okay, but he had all but locked himself in the gymnasium, refusing to come out. He took the defeat hard. If Defcon hadn’t shown up, they would likely all be dead. She looked over at the Devisor, he was busily working on his cybernetic legs, determined to get them combat ready. They needed an edge, something to help them against Tamarack, but what?

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That afternoon
The Baker-Smith household
Eden Prairie, Minnesota

Essylt was frustrated. She had been out in the neighborhood many times, trying to meet kids her own age. She laughed at that. Her own age… she was what, 15? Or was she four months old? She really didn’t know. The girls shunned her, calling her a skank, a freak, a whore, a mutie. The boys all wanted in her pants. Maybe she would make friends at her new school?
She smiled when she thought about it. She would be at a school where there were other sidhe, where there were kids her age, she would have Renata there and Bill was going to be on campus with security, and she would have Roger there too!
Still, she would miss Mom, and the others.

Listless, she grabbed her phone and decided to check on what was going on. Everyone was upset about this Tamarack person, so she thought she should find out who she was. Reaching over to the end table, she grabbed her phone and accessed the Overseer database.

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The previous September
Twin Cities Overseer HQ,
Minneapolis, Minnesota

Tamara Woods felt ill, She had gone up to the roof, because she was hungry. Her mutant physiology and her CTA required her to get plenty of sun for her to photosynthesize. She had spent all day up there, and it was not enough. She was frustrated, the researchers at the University had had no breakthroughs, nor had those at the Mayo Clinic. She had heard rumors of a bio-devisor who could help, but his connections to Karedonia made her hesitant.

Tamara went into her room and filled the bathtub. She stood in the water, letting it absorb through her feet. As she drank, she thought. Mother had always said that the answers would come with magic. Mom had been a great nature mage, having fought in many battles against the enemies of nature. Tamara thought that mother was a little too militant, but perhaps she was right. Perhaps the answer did reside in magic.

Stepping out of the bath, She looked in the full length mirror that hung on the door. She saw he monstrosity that she was becoming. Her skin was smooth and grey, peeling in sections just like birch bark. She had lost her beautiful black hair, and long willow-like green tendrils had grown in its place. Her feet had grown more toes, splayed and gnarled, so that they looked like roots. She laughed, a deep throaty laugh, she looked more entish or dryad than human. That would change, yes, that would change.

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A Whateley Universe Story
Part 30
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June 15th
The Baker-Smith household
Eden Prairie, Minnesota


Essylt lay on the couch, petting Roger. Renata and Bill had gone to New Hampshire for interviews and to ready their new place. They had left Roger in Essylt’s care. She idly alternating between petting Roger and petting her stomach. She was starting to show. The morning sickness had finally stopped, but the heartburn that replaced it was of no comfort. Putting aside her maternity book that she wasn’t entirely paying attention, she got up and went for Roger’s leash. Maybe a nice walk would settle her restlessness. She looked at her cotton sweats, the black pants and green hoodie with the hood up, she could probably get away with avoiding the stares any other time, but it was hot out. The heat didn’t bother her, as her magics largely negated that. No, the thick sweats would draw attention due to the weather. She sighed and ran upstairs.

A short time later, Essylt was walking along the boulevard, in a pair of green shorts and a green Minnesota Timberwolves tee. Roger ran alongside her, as fast as his stubby little legs could carry him. They stopped and relaxed underneath a tree at the park.
A couple mothers walked their children over cautiously, the little ones curious about the “pretty elf girl” and her cute puppy. Essylt smiled and answered questions, and let the kids pet Roger. Roger for the most part acted like a little ham, nuzzling the kids and wagging his tail. It was a wonderful afternoon.

The day went on, and the kids and parents eventually left. Essylt was a little tired, and she wanted to get home for dinner. Mom was going to be away at work until late. Ever since Tamarack’s attack in St. Paul, everyone was putting in late hours. Having read the file on her, Essylt certainly understood why. In order to stop the condition that was slowly killing her, Tamarack had ambushed Bluebell, her best friend on the team, and had sacrificed her to a tree demon. When the others found out, they attempted to capture her, but in the melee, Tamarack killed Sunstroke by impaling her with a sharp tendril. In the confusion, Tamarack had escaped.

Arriving back at the house, Essylt didn’t sense anything was wrong. She let Roger off the leash and walked into the living room. She was startled to see a figure shrouded in cloaks and loose fabric standing at the mantleplace, looking over the photos.

“Excuse me, but who are you, and why are you in my house?”, Essylt demanded. The woman turned, revealing her shrouded face. Her eyes were a vibrant green, her skin was white and flecked with brown, peeling in places. She had green fronds, like a willow, that hung down from her head. She raised a finger towards the girl, pointing at her. Suddenly the finger extended and grew towards Essylt. She dodged it, as it struck the wall, boring through it.

“I came looking for your mother. I did not know she had adopted a daughter. This will make my vengeance all the more sweet.”, the mysterious woman stated.

Essylt hurried away, through the kitchen, out into the backyard. Along the way, she grabbed her cudgels and shillelagh from where they were hanging beside the coatrack. Uncle Sean was adamant that she try to get in at least an hour or two a day of forms and practice, and she often did them in the backyard.

Dodging the hail of wooden flechettes the woman produced, she rolled out the door. The stranger followed, breaking and warping the floor, the walls, anything containing wood. She stood in the sunlight, and cast her cloaks aside with a shrug, revealing her unclothed body. She had nothing on, save for moss that seemingly grew in strategic places. There were small twigs and branches poking from her body in random places, she had leaves sprouting here and there.

The woman, whom Essylt was now sure was Tamarack, motioned towards her, seemingly in concentration. The shileilegh and cudgels shook slightly, as her opponent tried to pervert them, but the mithril bound into them neutralized her abilities. Frustrated, Tamarack stopped and moved towards the sidhe girl. She heard a bark and saw a dog behind her. With a slight gesture, she flicked a hand, and smacked the dog aside. It whined and cowered where it landed, too terrified to move.

Essylt looked at her opponent, a rage was building in her. “YOU. HURT. ROGER!”, she screamed. The air became still, unnaturally still. Dust devils began to swirl as the clouds rolled in. Thunder could be heard in the distance.

Tamarack looked at the girl, a sudden fear penetrated her calm facade. Not since the sacrifice, not since she had given herself over to evil, had she felt anything like this. She looked at the girl, her grey eyes were glowing a bright silver. Ghostly flames danced about her skin. The wind began to whip around them, the girl’s hair floating in the tempest.

Essylt looked at her opponent and a smile grew on her face.

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Eire
A Whateley Universe Story
Part 31
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June 15th
The Baker-Smith household
Eden Prairie, Minnesota

Tamara Woods had never set out to be evil. Quite the contrary, When she had discovered her mutant powers, she had hoped to become a hero, to show up her mother. Mom was a nature mage of impressive power, but she used her powers selfishly, robbing and stealing, and committing eco-terrorism. Tamara had practiced her powers in secret, and then when her mother found out about them, she shipped Tamara off to a coven that lived in secret near the Boundary Waters. Training had been rigorous and long, but she had come out stronger for it. Once she turned 18, she drew the attention of the hero population, and was invited to join the Overseers.

She had been happy, and had not wanted to kill Bluebell, far from it. Paula had been her best friend. When she learned of her CTA, Paula had been there for her. She took her to her medical appointments, spent time with her, and generally tried to cheer her up.

Tamara had read through her mother’s old tomes and found the summoning spell. It was desperation that drove her to try to summon the carnivorous plant demon. She had thought that it would be under her control, and she could bargain with it, make a contract with it. She had not understood the nature of the summoning, and when the two fused, she gained power, but she lost her soul. She became a creature of primal lust and hunger. When Bluebell came to take her to her next appointment that afternoon, Tamarack waited until she turned her back. She impaled her best friend through the heart, then slowly consumed her flesh. She fled when the rest of the team found out, managing to ambush Sunstroke before she left. The all-corrupting darkness of the demon filled her, making her into a monster, and she reveled in it.

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Essylt looked upon her opponent, a seething rage filling her. Roger was cowering not far away. If she didn’t do something, this monster would hurt him, hurt her, and… hurt the baby. That could not be tolerated. With her sidhe senses, Essylt could see that the enemy was pulling power from the earth, twisting the ley-lines, and draining the soil of life. Reaching out, Essylt, grabbed ahold of the lines, dragging them away from the villain.

Tamara screamed an inhuman scream, feeling the source of power being ripped from her grasp. She had heard of sidhe before, but had never encountered one. There were rumors floating around that the Necromancer had encountered one not much older than this girl on a couple occasions, and that he had only barely managed to escape those encounters.

“I will kill you, I will have my revenge on your mother! They made me a criminal, a murderer!”, the Mad woman ranted.

Essylt dodged a hail of flechette slivers and threw a fireball back. “You did that yourself! I read your file. You killed your best friend!”

Tamarack blistered under the heat of the fireball, her bark-skin bubbling and cracking. “She was delicious! I did what I had to! I did what I needed to stay alive! Is that so wrong?”

Essylt dodged a root that snaked along the ground, intending to wrap up her ankle. Lightning cracked overhead, as clouds rapidly formed and blotted out the sun. The temperature began to drop rapidly. Flurries fell about the combatants. the ground felt hard, Tamarack struggled to send her tendrils out through it. She wasn’t able to drain the summer energies. She felt sluggish. The cold was pushing her system into a dormant state. the leaves and vines on her body began to turn colors.

“I will fight you girl!”, Tamarack cried. “Your little display of weather will not stop me!” She was bragging, but there was no confidence in her words. She was succumbing to the cold. She lumbered at the girl, slower now. fireballs kept impacting upon her skin, her bark burning away. she could see spots of bone and wood through the open wounds. She was no longer human, but not entirely a plant. That was the trade-off for merging with the demon tree. She would no longer be human, but she would still be alive, aware. She could still move. She would not take root and lose her consciousness.

Her steps were agonizing. The girl was flaying the ‘flesh’ off her as she determinedly strode forward. The needles she threw at the girl were easily deflected by the winds swirling around her, or they burned up before reaching her. There was something she could do still. Like Medusa, Tamarack’s vine-like hair swirled under her control and extended towards the girl. It burned to touch her, but they wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She squeezed, wrapping tighter around the mage’s limbs, trying to pull her close. Tamarack would need to feed on a lot of life-force to recover from her wounds, and a sidhe surely had that in abundance.

Thunder boomed overhead, and lightning arced across the sky. A searing flash struck Tamarack, charring her badly. More bolts zig-zagged from the sky, hitting her and searing her. She screamed an inhuman death cry, as lightning and fire engulfed her.

Essylt crawled away, the villain had let go of her, in the midst of her death-throes. Crying, Essylt crawled over to Roger, picking up the dog, and holding him tight.

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Eire
A Whateley Universe Story
Part 32
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June 20th
Twin Cities Overseer HQ
Minneapolis, Minnesota


Essylt sat on the bed, the bed that had been hers once before. While the house wasn’t a loss, it would take a while to repair the damage incurred during the battle. Tamarack had warped floorboards, bent the framework, and twisted the joists. Additionally, there was a concern about her tainting the structure and the grounds. Mother had called in heavy favors and numerous mages from all across the country were assisting Starfield in adding protections, decontaminating the area, and generally making it so that another incident like this one could not happen again.

Sitting in the room was driving Essylt crazy. The investigation into the incident had finished, the BCA, FBI, and Sheriff’s department had managed to keep the MCO at bay, but she had still been interviewed for hours upon hours. Now that it was finished, she was bored. She continued her studies, working out and learning forms with Brogue. She was getting proficient in the forms of Irish martial arts he was teaching her, even though they were hands off sessions. Mindweaver had cut back their sessions, as Essylt was rapidly approaching the limit of what the telepath could teach her. She was still practicing with Starfield, but it was evident that the young girl had surpassed her teacher’s level of power. Instead they worked on the essentials of storing essence, as Essylt had a tendency to leak out essence at a rapid pace. It would be important for the girl to maintain a tighter reign on her emotional state, something that was getting increasingly difficult as her pregnancy advanced.

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Meanwhile
Near the Baker-Smith residence
Eden Prairie, Minnesota

The squirrel sat in the tree, chewing on a seed-pod it had found. Looking down from its vantage point, it could see the humans wandering around, light and energy springing from their hands. I watched warily, unaware that in the hollow of the tree it dwelt in, an acorn split open. a small tendril slowly slithered up behind it. Wrapping the tendril around the squirrel’s neck, it dragged the poor creature back into the hollow.

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Later that afternoon
Twin Cities Overseer HQ
Minneapolis, Minnesota

Essylt wandered around the HQ, it was largely empty, save for a few officers that remained to man the communications and security areas. Mom had taken Charity and Cassie to the house to help with the efforts there. Uncle Sean was off, visiting his mother. James was around, but he had locked himself in his lab, and given instructions not to be disturbed, unless it was an emergency. Sighing, Essylt fidgeted in boredom, and went back to her room. She lay on the bed and squirmed uncomfortably. One of the drawbacks of this part of her pregnancy was her elevated sex drive. Feeling somewhat horny, Essylt gave up and got undressed and began to work her way through her frustrations.


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A few hours later
Nicollet Avenue
Minneapolis, Minnesota

Essylt walked down the sidewalk, taking in the scenery of the downtown area, she had her purse and knew her spending limit that her mother had mandated. Walking through the skyway, she drew stares everywhere she went. Her ears stuck out from her hair, which had been gathered back in a short ponytail. A nice oversized cotton jersey and shorts hid her developing baby bump, and her rolled up ankle socks and canvas high tops accentuated the casual but cute outfit. She had on her mithril collar, and a small purse was slung over her shoulder.

She walked into Target, and bumped into a boy that was running out. He looked up at her with his dark eyes, eyes that had no iris or pupil. They were solid black. Struggling to his feet, he sped off, Essylt watched as a security guard ran out after him. It appeared as though he was a shoplifter, possibly. Another guard came up, and offered her a hand up. When that guard saw her pointed ears though, he grabbed her and cuffed her with a pair of cuffs that felt kind of warm. They must be iron handcuffs, but why would a store security guard have iron handcuffs?, she thought. Something was up, something that didn’t make sense.

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Eire
A Whateley Universe Story
Part 33
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June 20th
Secret Humanity First meeting hall
Minneapolis, Minnesota


Frank Tadesco grumbled as he looked at the girl’s MID. Of all the bad luck, they had grabbed a girl with connections. Powerful connections. This was not some street urchin, like the countless ones they routinely grabbed trying to shoplift from where he worked. He would be in serious trouble. He looked over his shoulder at the monitor. The girl was sitting, eyes closed in the lotus position. there were faint crackles of energy swirling around her, but they would spark and cause her to cry out when they hit the iron cuffs. It was clear she was a magic user of some sort. the fact that she could even attempt magic while cuffed seemed to hold credence to the ranking on the card he held. He had to make her disappear, but he couldn’t kill her. He didn’t want the damned heroes investigating.

With a sigh, he picked up the phone and called a number. If anyone could get him out of this situation, it was Fixer Malone.


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Essylt strained against the cuffs, her skin was red and itched, if not for her magic choker, her wrists would surely be badly burned and she would be in intense pain. She knew she needed to get out, and her telepathy wouldn’t be enough. She clenched her teeth, and thought about her sessions with Sean. He had once showed her this technique, but she had hoped to never have to actually use it. Slowly, she backed up against the back wall of the cell, and pressed firmly against it. Twisting her wrist, she positioned her hand just right, and then threw herself against the wall. She felt the excruciating pain, as her thumb dislocated. she felt the tears come, and as she tried to ignore the pain, she slipped her hand through the left cuff.
she reached over with the right hand and took ahold of the left thumb and violently popped it back into place. She had one cuff off, and after repeating the ordeal, she got the other off. her hands were throbbing and numb, and she couldn’t move them, but now she could access her magics again.


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Mark Malone arrived at the location he had been given. He didn’t really like Tadesco, having always thought him too heavy-handed and thuggish. That the idiot had grabbed some girl with dangerous connections, was just more proof. Fortunately, he had gotten the reputation as a fixer for being able to clean up problems like this. A little injection of a few choice chemicals, the girl would forget the whole incident, and wake up in an alley somewhere none the wiser. He looked at the girl on the screen. she had her hands behind her back and was kneeling on the floor. It was a pity she was a mutant, because she was rather hot.

“What are we dealing with?”, Malone asked the idiot in front of him.

Frank heard the contempt in the man’s voice. “One of them sidhe elf things, a Mage...Also has some sort of telepathic ability.”

Malone scowled. “The drugs I use don’t work on telepaths, you fool. You are going down for this. I’m not getting in trouble for you. She hasn’t seen me.”

Frank scowled and reached for his piece, but as soon as Malone saw that. He did the same. Both men drew and fired. Frank slumped against the wall, leaving a bloody smear down it, from the large hole in his head. Malone faired no better, as the round he had taken penetrated his heart and tore its way through him.

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Unaware of her captors' condition, Essylt flexed her fingers, the pain in her thumbs kept her from moving them too much. after what seemed like hours, but was in fact closer to 45 minutes, she had enough feeling back in her hands. With some effort, She closed her eyes and focused. She felt her essence returning. Lashing out, Essylt launched a fireball at the locked cage door, blowing it off the hinges. Cautiously, she crept along the dark hallways, carefully searching the rooms she encountered.
Finally, she came upon the room containing her late captors. Scrounging around, she located her MID card and her phone and purse. She also found a file cabinet with files on known local mutants, including most of the team.

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A short time later.


Officers from the Hennepin County Sheriff’s office were cordoning off the area, as BCA Agent Hansen interviewed Essylt. Gavia and Brogue were standing outside, talking to a couple of MCO officials. When he had seen the files and what was in them, Hansen had told the Overseer leader that they needed to distract the MCO, while he made the files “disappear”.
It bothered everyone how comprehensive the files were. Hansen picked a file that was labeled ‘J. Martin’, and pondered about just how much H1 knew that wasn’t in these files.

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A Whateley Universe Story
Part 34
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July 4th
Valleyfair Amusement Park
Shakopee, Minnesota


Essylt laughed and followed everyone around. She had her hair up in a ponytail, and her ears were visible against the side of her Baseball cap. Her blue tank top was tented out over her slight bump. she had a very healthy appetite, and even though she couldn’t ride any of the rides, she more than compensated by eating plenty of popcorn and cotton candy and ice cream. She frowned as she watched Sean wolfing down hotdogs. She had never gotten over the Sidhe dislike of meat, but she did feel envious.

Next summer she would have to come back and go on all the rides, she couldn’t this summer because of the baby. Wow, next year. Things would be so different. She’d be a mom, and she’d be a high school student at Whateley. Glancing over, she noticed that Sean was trying to talk her mother onto a rollercoaster. She couldn’t help but laugh. The brave leader of the Overseers, a woman who could fly… was afraid of a rollercoaster.

Cassie and Charity were sitting for a caricature picture, while James, ever the Devisor and Gadgeteer, was closely inspecting the details of the rides. It was a pity that Renata and Bill couldn’t be there, but they were already in New Hampshire getting the new house ready. Essylt frowned at that. She would be leaving Mom, and the others. She knew she could call and e-mail, but it was scary. Even scarier was the thought of meeting other teens. What if they didn’t like her? She had tried to make friends in the neighborhood, but between her being a mutant, and a Sidhe she made other kids nervous. Then there was the stigma. She rubbed her belly. She could occasionally feel a kick or movement. Parents didn’t want their kids hanging around her. “ terms like slut’ and ‘whore’ had been used. and It didn’t help when she tried to explain about being a prisoner, but that often fell on deaf ears. She didn’t tell them that she liked it, or that she had looked forward to the sex back then… back before she knew anything, back before she was herself.

Shaking off the introspection, she smiled and ran over to where her mother was being taunted for not wanting to go on the rollercoaster. She laughed and joined in the fun. The day passed quickly, as Essylt laughed and played. Sean was loaded down with all sorts of things that Essylt had won on ring-tosses, milk-bottle knock-downs, basket-shooting, and more. She laughed at the large, imposing man struggling to see where he was going, peering out from behind an ENORMOUS plush bunny.

moving to the picinic area of the park, the group sat down and at, Essylt feasted on pasta salad and potato salad, while Sean roasted the burgers and bratwurst. The corn was grilled, and smelled heavenly. Looking up with a face covered in butter and corn kernels, Essylt laughed. Root beer floats were produced, and the young girl hastily worked over hers. The others looked at her as she plowed through her food, but she assured them that her ravenous appetite was because she was “eating for two”. Eyes were rolled, and there was laughter from everyone.

Eventually, the sun went down and the group… no, her family were gathered on the bluffs overlooking the river valley. From up here they could look down and see the fireworks from Valleyfair, from the horse track, the casino, and from communities near and far. It was a spectacular view, one she would never forget. A little tired, Essylt nuzzled her face against Sean’s chest and fell asleep. She was unaware of her mother gently stroking her hair, or or of Charity covering her gently with a light blanket. The fireworks ended, and she was carried back to the car.

Arriving back at LeAnna’s house, Sean carried Essylt back up the stairs and gently laid the girl on her bed.

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From a nearby tree, the black squirrel observed her mortal enemy being carried into the house. it squealed and bolted down the tree and away from the house. It was too weak, It needed to feed and grow. This form wasn’t suitable. It needed to find a stronger one. At this size it could survive with killing insects, but that wasn’t enough… it wanted blood. it wanted to become powerful again. It fled and sought its way through the trees to the river bluff. It would hide in the forest, growing strong. In it’s plotting and planning, the squirrel never saw the coyote come up on it from behind, tearing it apart. The bloody remains sat there, blood seeping into the ground.

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A Whateley Universe Story
Part 35
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August 5th
The Baker-Smith household
Eden Prairie, Minnesota


Essylt waddled around the house. At just over 18 weeks, she was really starting to feel the full impact of the pregnancy. The little terror was gleefully playing soccer with her bladder, or so she felt. She lay on the couch, looking over the ultrasound picture. She had specifically asked not to be told the baby’s gender, even though she pretty much already knew. There were definite downsides to being a touch telepath with a fetus touching your innards. Getting up, she walked into the kitchen, hovered over the sink, and vomited. Mom had been chiding her about being bigger than normal for how far along she was. It was unfair of her to snap back at her about how her mother would never get to experience it herself.

Essylt was sulking and sorry about her comments. She called to her mother’s cellphone, but it kept going to voicemail. The fact that Pinball had been possibly spotted entering Goodkind Tower had put an alert out, and the team was likely en route. Sighing, Essylt got up and went out to the front porch. She pulled the Twins cap over her hair, and cast a slight illusion to cover her ears. Now she looked like any other pregnant teen sitting on a porch swing. It was difficult for her in the neighborhood. There had been spray-painted messages about the “slut” and the “whore” graffiti’d on the fence and garage before, but now that she was actually showing, it was getting worse.

She cried, and swung on the swing. Adding into the mess were the whispers and rumors. Mom had done her best to keep it from getting out about Tamarack’s attack, but even the illusions, the spells, and memory traps were not enough. People passed around rumors of everything from a meth lab accident to mutant terrorists… (the fact they were right about that one was all that much more upsetting).

Waking up a couple hours later, Essylt cursed herself out quietly for having fallen asleep. She was in a foul mood, She was mad at herself for hurting mom, she was bored, and she was lonely. Wishing she could go to the school right away was doing no good, but at least she could get to know kids her age. She wiped a tear from her cheek. she was a freak, she knew that. Not the whole being a mutant thing, not the fact she was strictly not human, not even the pregnant teen thing. She was upset because she was 14 going on 5 months old. She had no idea how to relate to people her own age. She still had so many gaps in her experiences. She couldn’t remember growing up, she couldn’t remember the wonderment of being a child, and everything being new and wondrous to her. She was in that stage of life, but years too late. She loved her mother, she loved the members of the team, but it was hard to relate to them sometimes. They had lived, they had gone through so many things.

Walking into the house, Essylt sat down at the computer and logged on. Using her access to the Overseers data-net, She did a super search into what other kids her age were like. She pulled up all sorts of data and thumbed through blogs and Bookface accounts. Stopping at one, she read it with curiosity. A girl her age was talking about things that were alien to Essylt. Her period, cute boys, what to wear, going out on dates, envy at other girls' physical development, music, shopping.

Sighing, Essylt frowned and closed that page. She was pretty sure she had never had a period, having probably gotten pregnant her first time ovulating. She was beyond the stage of giggling and blushing at cute boys that were her age, Since she had been with dozens and dozens of men of all ages, even before gaining enough consciousness to know what she was doing. Males didn’t have any sort of mysterious giggly mystique for her. Fashion seemed a frivolous pursuit to Essylt. For her, there were only a few considerations. Did it contain synthetic materials, did it allow for full range of motion, could it conceal her sidhe features, and was it comfortable? Dates… that was a laugh. She was a sidhe, she was pregnant, and she would be going off to a school far away. If she even met a boy, there was zero chance at anything like a date. She knew instinctively that she was well developed physically, intimidatingly so. Some of her pregnancy weight she was gaining was going straight to her boobs, hips, and butt… as if they all weren’t big enough already.

Clicking on her iTunes, Essylt pulled up a selection of Celtic music and a few classical numbers that she liked. Sean had been a big influence on her tastes, when they worked out, he often put on something from his extensive Gaelic and European folk music library. Her mother had introduced a love of classical music and older rock and roll. Essylt just couldn’t get into modern pop music. Another potential sticking point that would likely alienate her from people her own age once she got to the school. When she got to New Hampshire, would her whole life be school, taking care of the baby, and being stuck in the teacher’s village? At least she would have Roger. She smiled at that. She could take the baby walking, as it slept in a baby carrier backpack. Roger walking at her side on his leash. That thought turned her smile into a frown. Her best friend was a dog. She curled up on the couch and cried, eventually falling asleep.

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Some time later.

LeAnna walked into the house, she was tired. They had staked out the Goodkind building, waiting for Pinball. After all that time, the anonymous tip had proven to be a case of mistaken identity. Many apologies had been made to the cause of the confusion. Springboard, a member in good standing of the Rochester team had been in town for her mother’s birthday, and a panicky security guard had called in a mis-identification of the tall, statuesque redheaded heroine.

Walking in quietly, she saw Essie asleep on the couch, dried tear streaks down the young girl's face. She smiled, having forgiven her daughter hours ago. Leaning in, she gently kissed her on the cheek, and then covered her in an afghan that had been slung over the back of the couch.

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Eire
A Whateley Universe Story
Part 36
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September 4th
The Baker-Smith household
Eden Prairie, Minnesota

Essylt sat on her customary spot on the porch swing, watching as kids of various ages gathered to board busses to school. Sighing, she sipped her iced tea and pondered. She would be heading off to school in January, She had watched all sorts of shows about school, but she didn’t feel prepared. She highly doubted that school would be like it was on the teen dramas or sit-coms she had watched. She felt a degree of trepidation. She would be surrounded by her supposed peers, but she didn’t know how to relate to kids her own age. Pfffft, she snorted. Kids her own age. She was closer to 6 months old than 14 years.

Adjusting her glasses, Essylt got up and walked inside. The new glasses felt funny, she was starting to get used to them, but it was weird. Who had ever heard of a far-sighted elf? Yes, yes. Sidhe, not elf. Still it made her a little self-conscious, even though Mom had told her that they made her look intelligent and thoughtful.

Flopping on the couch, Essylt felt tired. Her ankles were swollen and her feet hurt. She had a very noticeable baby bump now, and with that, no desire to go out and be a pariah. She wished Roger were there, instead of already being in New Hampshire. She stroked her belly and cried. It wasn’t fair. She hadn’t had time to live, to learn how to be a teen, to understand what it was to just be. Now she had another life growing inside her, one that would depend on her totally.

That thought made her stir. Getting up, she went to the back hall and got her cudgels and her shillelagh. Taking them out of the leather case she kept them in, she got out a small rag and began polishing them. Her cudgels were Bull-oak rods of about 18 inches long. They looked like escrima sticks, but were shorter. Each end was capped in a mithril ring, and mithril inlay ran down the length of the sticks, in intricate celtic tribal patterns. The sticks were extremely tough, with added spells to increase their durability. Going out to the back yard, Essylt practiced her forms. Uncle Sean had been an excellent teacher, working with her on her armed and unarmed combat. After a while, Essylt switched from practicing her forms, to practicing with her throws. The cudgels were enchanted with a spell that allowed them to return to her when thrown, so she worked on her marksmanship, choosing the large tree that still remained in the back yard. It had been abused by Tamarack during their fight, it’s roots used to try to ensnare Essylt, but the tree was tough. It had survived.

Essylt walked over to the tree and talked to it, promising not to hurt it too badly, and she thanked it for its help in this training. After a few dozen throws, she walked over to the tree and rubbed it, before casting a small healing spell on it. Turning next to her shillelagh, she took it out of it’s case and rubbed it down with oil. It was a longer weapon, at about 3 feet long, the ends were capped in mithril, one end having a large club. As with the cudgels, more mithril was inlayed into the wood, running the length of the weapon. The foot-end was enchanted to not wear down in use as a walking stick. Essylt practiced with the weapon, having learned traditional Irish Bataireacht form. After working on that form for a while, Essylt put down the weapon and spent some time on her Dornálaíocht and Speachóireacht forms.

After picking up her weapons, and cleaning them, Essylt walked into the house and went upstairs to take a shower. She was sweaty, and her feet and ankles hurt. After toweling off and drying her hair, she walked down and saw the message light on the phone was blinking. Checking the messages, there was a call from mom, she would be late, one of her oldest enemies, The Pimp, had escaped from prison. She had taken Brogue and Defcon with her to try to capture him. Sighing, Essylt went and fixed herself a rather large salad, and followed that up with a bowl of ice cream.

After dinner Essylt called to the headquarters and talked with Cassy for a while. She had been left behind, as had Charity, due to Pimp’s ability to manipulate women. They chatted for a while, Essylt confessing that she was bored. Cassy gave her some mental exercises to do, and the two said good night. Taking Mindweaver’s advice, she meditated for a whjile, keying her senses. She focused on reaching out with her senses, trying to feel her surroundings. That was when the kick surprised her. Returning her attention to the baby, she smiled and rubbed her tummy.

Closing her eyes, Essylt sang gently to the baby, in her melodious voice, a voice that most non-siren singers would give their right arm to have. She relaxed and talked to the baby for a while, before falling asleep.


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Later that night.

LeAnna came in quietly, trying to not wake her daughter. Seeing the young girl asleep on the couch, she gently lifted her up, and carried her off to bed. She bent over and kissed the teen, who smiled in her sleep.

“Good night my precious ones”, LeAnna said, as she pulled the blanket over her sleeping girl.

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Part 37
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October 31st
The Baker-Smith household
Eden Prairie, Minnesota

Essylt grumbled and pulled on the bra. She was feeling freaking huge, and the fact that her boobs were leaking made her all that much more grumpy. she shifted and adjusted, inserting the absorbent pads. She sighed and walked over to the bed and looked at the loose-fitting outfit that lay on it. She picked it up and put it on before going to the mirror. Essylt looked in the mirror, smiled, and started putting on her makeup.

LeAnna looked up the stairs as her daughter came down. She smiled as the pretty redhead descended. Looking at her in the loose velvety black kitty outfit with the paw gloves and paw slippers. LeAnna got the camera and took a picture before helping fix the smudged pencilled on whiskers. She gave the girl a hug and then went to go to work. The Overseers were scheduled for an appearance at a local hospital, and then a special charity benefit masked ball.

Essylt grabbed her big bowl of candy and went out to her spot on the porch swing. This would be her first Halloween, and she was excited. She had spent the better part of the day carving Jack o’ lanterns, stringing up glow in the dark imitation spiderwebs, and putting out decorations in the yard. She camped out on her swing, and watched as the trick or treaters started to flow out into the street.

As Essylt sat in the early evening sun, she watched the younger kids escorted by parents. Several wanted to come up to her for candy, but she would see the parents and escorts frown or shake their heads, and walk on past the house. Essylt felt a tear run down her cheek. Group after group would see her and pass her by. It hurt her heart. Why were people so fearful and mean? She wasn’t dangerous. She just wanted to be friendly. Because of her touch-telepathy, she just wanted people to be happy, so she could feel their happiness, and share her own.

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After sunset, a few miles away.

Patty was dressed up fancy, her golden hair tied back in a ponytail. The tiara sat upon her head, and the tight green bodysuit accentuated her curves. She adjusted the fairy wings of her costume and looked about. Jimmy was late. What good was it to have a hot older boyfriend, if he was always running late to pick her up? She sighed and checked her watch before looking around. It was dark, and they would be late to the party. She did not want to be late. She wanted to show up on Jimmy's arm, and dazzle everyone. The braces had come off last week, and her dazzling smile was perfect. If she were lucky, Daddy would get her that new nose she wanted. Anyone looking at her would find no fault with her nose, but she wanted a cuter, petite nose. She smiled, thinking about how she had been gifted otherwise. Her boobs were perky, yet not too big or small. Her eyes were brilliant blue, rivaling the most brilliant sapphires. She had long legs, and an ass that other girls envied. Jimmy had better get there soon. She was getting nervous.

Something rustled in the grass behind her, She hated living so close to the nature preserve. Coyotes and foxes often tracked through the yard, She couldn’t let Precious out in the yard without being on a leash and being watched. Why did Daddy have to pick that house? He could afford any house he wanted. Patty shivered as the evening’s cold chilled her to the bone.

Jimmy arrived 20 minutes later. Patty was angry. She got in the car, without a word, and fumed. Patty looked ahead, her green eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

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Essylt blew out the candles in the jack o’ lanterns, and went in the house. Her bowl of candy was just as full as when she had first gone out. Sad and angry, Essylt threw the bowl across the room, scattering candy bars everywhere. She slumped onto the couch and began to tear up. Soon she was in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. She cried herself to sleep on the couch.

When LeAnna came in, she saw the mess and sat beside her daughter. Gently, she brushed the hair from Essylt’s face. With that gentle touch, Essylt woke up and saw her mother sitting next to her. She wrapped her mother in a tight hug, and sniffled.

“It’s not fair Mom, nobody would come, I sat and watched as parents pulled their kids away. Am I a monster? Why can’t I have friends? I just want to be friendly, and to make people happy. I just feel so alone. I’m a freak. A freak, a whore, and a monster!!! How can you stand to look at me?”, Essylt sobbed and buried her face into her mother’s shoulder.

LeAnna gently stroked the young girl’s pretty hair. “Essie, you are not a monster. You are the gentlest, kindest person I have ever met. You never judge anyone, and you always think the best of people. You have a kind heart, and a lot of love to give.
That little one inside of you is lucky, they will have the best mother possible. Who cares what some superstitious, mutaphobes think? Or what people see when they see that you are pregnant? You have more love to give than a hundred of them.”

Once Essylt had calmed down, she and LeAnna sat down, and pulled a comforter out, and sat covered by it as they watched scary movies. Essylt, occasionally got scared, but she felt safe with her mother there.

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