Kelsie Deets

Gender: Female
Level: Street
Affiliation: Solo Hero
Location: Landon, Michigan

Background:

-September 2nd,

How do I start this? Ok, so my story; my transfer to the Landon Academy began three weeks after the funeral. I can’t say I was really ready for it; the day after the letter came I think I spent a solid day and a half in the attic rattling the pipes. That’s probably a euphemism for something, but hell if I know.

Anyway, it just seemed worse because Mom and Dad refused to treat it with the fucking gravitas it deserved. They could have tried to fix me, called a priest, a neoruscientist, a witch-doctor maybe. But no, they just sent me to an eff’ing boarding school. In MICHIGAN. I did not come back just to be sent to purgatory.

And the letter was not helpful at all. “We understand your situation, blah blah, based on your descriptions and our extensive knowledge, blah blah, gheist class or possible specter, and blah, blah, we would be happy to enroll her, with a modest consideration to her grades for a scholarship.”

But did anyone ask if I wanted to go to a new school? No. Sure, I get that the circumstances were different than before, and this little purgatory isn’t as bad as I thought, but they could have at least asked.

Anyway all that was all about four weeks ago.

Personality

-September 4th,

So this is literally how stupid Bruce is. Ok, so they’re sitting there, Bruce and Brim, on the bleachers. I walked up and waved .

“Yo,”.

Brim nodded back, while Bruce said and did nothing but stare at his phone like it owes him a grand. I sat next to him.

“What’s up?”

“Well, I’m just enjoying the scenery,” Brim said, reclining in his zen ‘like I give a shit’ mode. His gaze followed the girl’s track team as they went galloping around the field like a herd of gazelle. God I fucking hated P.E., so glad I can get out of it now. Brim then nodded to his side.

“And Bruce here seems to be returning to his mistress of constant torture and degradation.”

Bruce’s phone buzzed and he quickly went over it.

“She says ‘maybe’,” he read aloud, “But she needs some time to think about it and says that she’d be letting a lot of guys down if she went with me…The hell? Is she bragging to me about how many guys have asked her already? She is such a…”

He sighed angrily and started texting away. I leaned in closer and looked over his shoulder.

“Yeah she’s a real game-player.” I said. He kept texting.

“I don’t think girls should play games,” I added, “I think if a boy likes a girl he should just ask her, and if she likes him she’ll say yes… If a boy I liked asked me, I’d say yes without the b.s. .”

“Yeah,” Brim said without a grin, “If only there was some other girl you knew who you could ask instead of the bloodsucker.”

I noded.

“Yeah, if only there were…BRUCE!”

Bruce sent a reply then looked up.

“What?”

“What were we talking about?”

“I don’t know, you two were ragging on Camille and then I tuned out.”

“What? Us? Your friends? Rag on the chick who treats you like big mac? Nooo,”

“Oh, whatever Kelsie, you haven’t even tried to get someone for homecoming either so don’t judge her for being picky.”

It was all I could do to not laugh or cry.

Bodiless: Weak body -1 (-1)

-September 5th,

Ok so I guess I have to write about how I got into the Honor Roll. When he first told me about it, I was confused; there was no way Bruce had the grades get on an ‘honor’ anything.

But I have to start before that, up to when I met the medium. Up until then I had been trying my counselor's exercises for ‘focus control’, but I could only focus for a few seconds. It was hard, and she just said it would take practice, but it was taking forever and it didn’t feel like it was fixing anything.

I don’t want to go over everything that happened, but this is what I feel comfortable talking about. The medium said he could help me get my body back, and that I just had to let him ‘bind’ my spirit to a physical form. It was dumb, I know. Really, really dumb, but I wanted to be human, to be normal and tangible again more than anything. I thought it was worth a shot.

When he eventually and inevitably screwed me over, he said that he had held up his end of the bargain, he just misrepresented other ‘concerns’. Like how ‘medium’ really meant necromancer, and ‘bind’ really meant, well, it really meant just that, bind, tether, control, enslave. Not fun. It was like being trapped inside a marionette. I could feel him pulling my strings, leading me one way or the other, making me dance. My body could talk, repeat words he told it to say without moving his lips. It was like that for three days. Not fun.

Then they came in. The clandestine hall monitors who protect the student body from the forces of evil. Long and the short of it was they kicked his ass, and I learned two, no three, important lessons. The first was that the easy route is usually a trap, and that sometimes you just have to practice if you want to get good at something (note, stayed tangible for fifteen minutes today, so psyched.) Second lesson was if you’re going to let someone ‘bind’ you, regardless of gender, make sure you actually trust them. And the third was that there are few things more fulfilling then watching a necromancer get punched in the dick by an obsidian-fisted golem.

Poltergeisting: Telekinesis standard, ranged and multi-attack/ 4 points (3)

-September 9th,

So I need to take a break from the ancient history and talk about what happened last night. Brim, Bruce, and I were pulling an all nighter for the Econ test the next day. We were in my room because I have a single and it’s quiet. Brim was studying, Bruce was struggling, and I was listening to the Pixies and occasionally answering any questions. Bruce still tries to use the ‘I was brought up in the ocean’ excuse for not knowing what a supply curve is.

I’m being meaner then I aught because I took AP Econ back at Las Lomas before I transferred, and I’m also still a little pissed at him for what happened next.

So first, Brim left because it was his turn to patrol that night, so its just me and Bruce. And then guess who decided to call?

“I’ve got to go,” He said as he started packing up his books.

“You know she’s using you right?”

“Not now Kelsie.”

I waived my hand and moved the books out of his backpack and back on the floor.

“Yes, now” I said, “Especially, now. Do you know what time it is? 12:30. This is a booty call. It’s not even a booty call, it’s a midnight snack.”

He tried to reach for the book and it slid away under my bed under my command. He sighed again.

“Ok, you want to be childish, fine.”

He turned for the door. It slammed before he reaches it; he pulled on the knob and it didn’t budge. I haunted around the room, phased through the wall and popped halfway out of the closed door.

“Oh, I assure you I have not yet begun to be childish.”

“You know I can just rip this door off its hinges anytime I want?”

I shrugged, “Fine then.” I released the hold on the door and it swung open. Bruce started to walk out. Then ‘something’, some innocent invisible force, tripped him up and sent him falling face first onto the floor. Then that same ‘something’ dragged him back inside by his ankles.

I swiped my forefinger at it, and the door closed itself behind him. Bruce sighed again and he was starting to get all pouty, which was just gravy.

“You know Kelsie, I’m not a complete moron. I know you don’t want me to see her for your own personal reasons. I’ve just been ignoring your shit up till now and hoping you grow up about it. But it doesn’t look like that’s gonna happen.”

“Yes it is personal,” I said, “it’s personal because I like you, and I don’t like it when your ex treats you like meat, and its personal because I don’t like it when you fail exams because of basic male stupidity. Why not just see her tomorrow, after you barely pass this test? What’s so important that you have to come at her beck and call?”

“I’ll beck to whoever’s call I want!”

“Well then, I’m sorry, but now this is happening.”

And then things sort of got weird.

No muscles: Strength weak -1 (2)

I don’t like how much I like possessing people. But it just feels good to have a body. It feels like your movements have actual weight. It feels good to touch, grip, lift, and grope. However I know being trapped inside a body while someone else moves you sucks. Not fun, I get that.

I only do it in necessary situations. I used it for Honor Roll once to stop our now ex-dance instructor from stealing a mage girl’s youth. I saved her life. Last night I was using it to save Bruce from himself. Same principle.

For their own good, usually: Mind Control superior. 4 (6)

I called Camille’s number and it rung three times before she picked up. Game-player, what did I say? When she finally did answer her fake breathy voice reminded me why I was doing this.

“Hey, babe, you coming over?”

“No,” I said, or Bruce said actually, “not tonight. Or any night.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh I’m over you. You’re a bitch, your teeth are crooked, and I’m tired of you using me like your own personal bloodbank.”

“You little!” I could actually feel her anger over the phone. Delicious. “You dare talk to me like that after your weeks of begging me,”

“Yeah well I’m done now, so find some other little victim to shove your nasty broken fangs into, you pale-ass, skanky-ass,”

Then I called her the c-word and hung up over her astonished silence. Extreme, but necessary. When he regained control of his body, Bruce didn’t let me explain it that way.

The brains of our operation: Superior Mind 2 (8)

-September 14th,

Someone’s been carving runes into the walls of the school at various places. Could have just been grafitti, but the captain said to check it out. I swear, without anything to punch or cast fireballs at, the Honor Roll just leaves all the work to ‘master researcher Kelsie’.

Anyway this is just a note about my conclusions. The runes seem to be astrological. The text around the edge of the circles isn’t demonic, it’s Olde French, but it is magic. I recognized similar symbols in my light reading that were related to some sort of lunar witch-cult. No idea on why they’re there, but I’m guessing the fact that nothing’s happened yet is because they’re supposed to activate in accordance with a certain cycle of the moon, but I can’t say when exactly without knowing more.

-(P.S. Remember to tell Illia, and give Cass and Brim a heads up for future vandalism on their patrols.)

-(P.P.S. Also remember to tell Brim to tell his partner about it because fish-boy still isn’t talking to me. Jackass.)

Anti-brawler: Superior Phasing 4 (12)

-September 18th,

So last night was sort of bad news, good news, bad news. First off, good news was it seems I was right about the runes and the lunar cult. Bad news was I was right about the runes and the lunar cult.

About halfway through the dance it started. Something weird happened with the Lycans, which was itself weird because they’re normally totally chill on the new moon. Sometime about ten the house lights turned off and the place filled with a pale silvery glow, that if not for the direct consequences, would have been very romantic. At first I thought there was going to be slow dancing, but then the girl next to me hurled her date into the punch table and howled at the cieling. The lycans grew, screamed in pain, changed into their brutish, furry selves, leaving torn dress shirts and shredded cocktail dresses in heaps on the floor.

And so there we all were. Some of us were running, some of us were fighting back, and some of us were standing dead still as lycans futily swiped at our ghostly bodies. I didn’t know what to do or how to help. I’m a lover and a researcher, not a fighter, and it’s not exactly like I couldn’t exactly hold any of them back by levitating books into their faces.

But I snapped out of it when I saw her. She was there holding her own, fighting off three of them at once; they were her dates I’d imagine. Vamps can tussle with just about anyone, but Camille was out of her element with three on one. I could only think of one thing to try… well I also thought of not trying anything and letting them rip her into pieces, but I suppose that would make me a hypocrite when calling her a heartless bitch, and I enjoyed that far too much.

Monster Tamer Master: Force of Will, standard (2) (14)

The lycan’s talk a big game of what its like to be beasts. They bark about uncontrollable urges and primal instincts. I thought it was all just machismo and pick-up lines, but when you actually step inside one it’s different. You don’t have to just contend with an enemy mind, you have to reign in its nature. Possessing a person is like wearing a suit of armor that doesn’t really want you; possessing a lycan is like trying to steer your dad’s beamer across a frozen road at night with an oncoming truck about to T-bone you. Whoa, flashback there for a second. Hadn’t thought about that for awhile. Anyway point is, with lycans its hard enough to control them, let alone make them go where you want.

But, damn what a ride.

-September 19th,

So first things first. Turns out the runes we found were batteries for absorbing and storing lunar light. Whoever made them set them all to release their charges on the same night, and there’s no way it was just a coincidence it was set for homecoming. However carved them timed it for the new moon because Lycan’s don’t bother taking wolfsbane until the end of the cycle when the moon's at its fullest. So when the batteries discharge it was a guarantee that every single lycan on campus would lose control at the same moment. Throw in the fact that we were all jammed into the gym like sheep in a pen and it’s a recipe for slaughter.

It could have just be a very sick idea of a prank, but Illyia thinks it could be related to something bigger. A distraction maybe. I don’t remember much of what happened after I possessed the big gray one, just flashes and general impressions. Lucklily the team was able to stop them from hurting too many people while I saved princess Camille from her suitors.

The school thought it was some sort of conspiracy between the furries and gave most of them detention on basic principle. They’ve also rescheduled a make-up dance for next Friday, for which I already have a prospective date.

The story I heard was that after the phone incident he actually made up with the bloodsucker, and then they had another falling out after the dance about something else. It’s a whole big drama and I’m sure I’ll find out all the juicy bits sooner or later. For now I just told him I’d have to think about it. I won’t actually have to think about it, but I’ve decided a little bit of game playing is what keeps him interested, so really its for his own good.