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Roxanne is an OC I created back in 2011 for the Cars 2 movie-verse. Because I love spies so much, and I loved the movie even more, I thought it’d be neat for Finn to have another lady spy in his life. So I made it so him and her grew up together, knowing each other since they were preteens, and eventually falling in love. Just like Finn, she is a super-spy who, unlike Finn, is very stratigic and no-nonsense, most of the time. On the other time, she is very spunky and adventerous, and always up for a challange. All of these personality traits have landed her as the CHIEF of CHROME, being appointed so after the death of the previous chief (and Finn's father). Though she's gone through a couple different Fancasting choices, but as of late I've been really happy with Tatiana Maslany playing her.

Angelina was originally not my OC. She was originally a canon character in an RP I was part of, which I shothanded to Superfield. I was in this RP from 2013 to 2015, when it closed down after the admins sort of just abandonded it. But because they just sort of left, not really calming anything as unusable, I took Angelina and all I had wrote about her, and declared her my own. As the RP I was part of was supernatural-themed, Angelina was a witch. She came from a long line of Italian witches, including both her parents, her brother, and her fraternal twin sister. As she grew, she became an expert in healing magic, able to heal others and herself with only a few thoughts. It also became a power of hers to manipulate her age, being able to go from older to younger to back again in just a few short steps. Her Faceclaim choice has always been, and will probably always be, Selena Gomez.

Quinn is an OC I created in 2012 for the Marvel movie-verse. I'd had a character rattling in my brain for a while that was mute, but who was super smart. And after the release of The Avengers, I had decided to apply that character to that universe. Quinn is a sixteen-year old hacker slash genius. Pulled out of school by SHIELD, she was brought in to help The Avengers with tracking down the bad guys. But because of previous experiences, she was left with a severe case of social anxiety, which left her selectively mute. As time goes on, however, she opens up to each member of the team, eventually being the glue that truly holds them together. Since the beginning, her Faceclaim has been Chloe Grace-Moretz, and I can never really see her as anyone else.

“Good afternoon ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between,” he started as he began pulling out items from his bag, many of which were much too big to fit into such an average-sized bag. “I am Darwin. I am going to be the auctioneer. Today I will be accepting Solar Copper, Jewels, New Earth Credit, and Serpent Pieces. Currency exchange window is just outside of the auction house if you need.” Angelina looked over at Mayor Black, confusion written plain on her face. Where did any of that currency originate from? “We’re gonna be using New Earth Credit. Don’t worry.” That didn’t answer her question, but she decided not to press any further and sat back, looking at Darwin and his table of wares, which he was almost finished unpacking. The table was filled with all sorts of items, ranging from bottles of mysterious liquid to articles of clothing. The thing that caught Angelina’s attention, however, was the hammer in the dead center of the table, with etching on the edges of its silver head and tough looking leather wound into its handle. It looked familiar, but only vaguely, as if she saw it in a book of some kind. She leaned over to Mayor Black and asked, “What were you after?” not taking her eyes off the hammer. “He’s offering a few brews and potions I’m interested in. He also has a crystal set that caught my attention. Nothing too expensive.” She couldn’t help but wonder how much the hammer was.

Darwin started with the smaller items first, describing them a bit and deciding on a starting bid. Then he’d open the floor to the participants, and would let them bid until there was no one left to. He’d do the official ‘going once, going twice, sold!’ bit, just like in the movies, and the winner would come up and exchange the money for their prize. When Mayor Black did his bidding, it was on a Tonic of Broken Minds and a crystal that was supposed to help his healing powers grow stronger. Angelina watched on in enjoyment, finding it fun to just watch. “Do you want to try?” he asked her after a royal purple-skinned boy came to the front and claimed his winnings. “Sure,” she replied enthusiastically. “We’re coming up on the bigger stuff, so if it gets too high, I’ll tell you.” She nodded. There wasn’t much left – a few pretty glass bottles filled with potions and elixirs, a cloak that seemed to have been spun from sunshine, and the hammer. She only bid a bit on the first few items, never going too high and letting someone else win. However, she did win a Potion of Rejuvenation, which she thought would come in handy for when she pulled all-nighters. The cloak was one that Darwin said would provide eternal warmth and happiness, but she let someone else take it. She was plenty happy, and someone no doubt needed it more than her. The hammer was saved for last. “Our final item of the evening,” the blonde auctioneer announced, “is the hammer of the mighty god Thor.” A ripple of whispers spread through the room, some disbelieving, but even more excited. “It is said that it can only be harnessed by one who is worthy of the power it carries.” He paused for dramatic effect. “So we’ll be doing things a bit different. If you bid on this item and win, but are not able to lift the hammer, you’ll have your money back. But if you bid on this item, win, and are able to carry the hammer, you win it and your money back.” Another pause. “First bid starts at twenty-five. Do I hear twenty-five?” Chaos broke out. There were voices shouting in a handful of different languages to put their bid in. The number was going up by leaps and bounds – it didn’t take more than two minutes for it to jump from twenty-five to forty.  Angelina turned to Mayor Black. “You should try,” she suggested encouragingly. “I bet you could do it.” He smiled. “Me? Nah. I don’t think I’d be worthy enough for the likes of The God of Thunder. But you on the other hand?” He smiled even more as her face turned pink. “Not even,” she drawled sheepishly. She heard someone from behind them shout ‘seventy-five!’, making her look up at Darwin, whose face was smug. “We’re at seventy-five. Do I hear eighty?” Silence. “Anyone?” “Eighty.” She looked over at Mayor Black again, whose hand was raised and a calm expression on his face. A little smile pulled at the corner of her mouth out of sheer disbelief. Was he doing it for himself, or for her? “I’ve got eighty from the man in the front! Do I hear eighty-five?” A few murmurs broke out, but nothing else. “Eighty going once… Eighty going twice… And sold!” A round of applause broke out, Angelina clapping as well. “Come on up and try your hand at the hammer, sir.” The mayor stood and approached the table, the crowd enraptured. He wrapped his hand around the hilt, and lifted. It didn’t budge.

Some responded in disappointment, but others chuckled. That made Angelina angry. At least he was courageous enough to try! she wanted to shout at them.  He tried again, result the same. The hammer didn’t move. He let go and looked down at her. “You wanna give it a go?” he asked. “Sorry sir, only one person per bid.” They both looked at Darwin, Angelina standing. “C’mon Dar, I paid,” he responded, voice much lower. She approached the table. “I’m sorry Alex, I can’t. That’s not fair.” They didn’t move. “It’s absolutely fair. It’s just as much my money as it is his,” she countered, even though that wasn’t in the slightest bit true. “We’re a pair. We both deserve a shot.” The dirty blonde auctioneer was about to respond when a voice rang out.  “Eighty-one.” Everyone turned. A young man stood, one that could only be a few years older than Angelina, with a pair of solid black eyes. A demon. Her stomach lurched and she turned away quickly, anger and fear making her stomach queasy. “Eighty-one it is!” She and Mayor Black looked at Darwin in shock. “Eighty-two,” Angelina piped up suddenly. “Eighty-three,” the demon responded easily. “Eighty-four.” Mayor Black looked at her, brows furrowed together, trying to figure out what she was playing at. “Ninety,” he said, skipping over a few numbers. “One hundred!” The urge to not let this demon win was strong enough to make her not care about money anymore. She turned back to Darwin. “You all ready called sold. Mayor Black won fair and square. We both won fair and square. This is ours.” She wrapped her hand around the hilt of the hammer and lifted it off the table, the room going quiet and still in shock. “Let’s go, Mayor Black.” As she reached for his hand, he said, “Angie,” making her stop and look at him. She followed his wide-eyed gaze down to the hand holding the hammer of Thor, a surprised noise escaping her mouth as she lifted it up and finding it to weight about the same as a regular hammer.

She recognized him from outside the double-doors of the school’s main office. Though he was dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a t-shirt – a very rare occurrence – just the way he stood immediately tipped her off that it was her best friend. When she opened the door, causing everyone to momentarily look at her, she did her best to smother the grin struggling to break free as they locked eyes. “Well hi,” she greeted happily, putting all her feeling into her voice as she approached the mayor, who stood leaning against the office’s main counter. “Afternoon,” he responded, smiling a bit at her enthusiasm. “Town Hall needs you for some business.” She nodded once, letting him lead the way out, waving to the office clerks as he went. Once the doors shut behind them, Angelina let her excitement free. “So, where we goin’?” She looked over at her friend, who smiled more. “You’re going to accompany me to an auction.” That was exciting, seeing as she’d never been to an auction before. “The auctioneer is a good friend of mine who came upon some very interesting artifacts recently. So I thought I’d pay him a visit and see what he’s got.” Though she didn’t quite understand why this auction was important enough to get her out of school early, she knew never to question Mayor Black’s methods. “Sounds fun! So that means we’re going downtown, right?” Downtown Mayfield was where the courthouse was, which also doubled as the town’s auction house. He chuckled. “Not this time. I’m taking you somewhere new today.”

One of the local parks wasn’t exactly new. She’d played in this park as a child with her sister and friends, had barbeques and birthdays at the picnic tables set up in the large expanse of grass. When she climbed out of his car and looked on, a small pang of disappointment rattled her chest. But as her she watched her best friend stroll toward the field, Angelina remembered to keep an open mind. She was still learning. So she followed, trying not to get her legs tangled in her dress skirt. Where Mayor Black stopped, she stopped too, right at his side. It was near one of the far corners of the field, before a large pixie ring. “So,” he started, making her look over at him. “This is a portal to the Magic Market. It only pops up every few months, when some sort of event goes on.” She looked to the ring of mushrooms, listening to the mayor and paying close attention. “What you’re going to do is take my hand and not let go, even after we get inside, okay? Don’t get distracted by anyone, or anything. We can go looking around after the auction.” She nodded, watching the air shift inside of the ring just slightly, as if it was being pulled back like a curtain. There was a beat of silence. “I wanted to bring you because I like it here. And that you’d have fun. I wanted to share it with you.” That made her take his hand and squeeze gently. “Ready when you are, boss,” she declared. He smiled a little and took the first step inside, Angelina following behind, hands interlocked firmly.

It was like stepping through a doorway – one moment they were in the peaceful field at Mayfield Park, the next, a mossy cobblestone marketplace bursting with life and chatter. There were stalls and kiosks lined up against the walls, made of different materials and full of vendors selling wares of all kinds. There were dream catchers, crystals and stones with healing powers, and jewelry meant to center one’s powers. Others sold totems, or items that could store power. There were potion brewers, booksellers, stalls that sold food and drink, all calling out to the patrons wandering the streets. The patrons weren’t all like Angelina and Mayor Black. There were all sorts of people, and some that weren’t even people – as she and him maneuvered through the throng to the tall building that she assumed was the auction house, pixies with flowers blooming in their tangled hair had their delicate wings visible, witches left their auras of power visible and unchecked, and werewolves who seemed to be half changed with ears poking out from their hair wandered the streets with ease. She tried her best not to stop and pull her friend back, as their hands were still entwined, as they passed a beautiful woman with bright pink skin and dark pink hair to match. Though a bit overwhelming, it was an amazing sight, and she was happy that he had said they’d get to look around after. Hopefully they take American money, she thought to herself as they reached the center of the marketplace, their destination. Not letting her hand go but slowing down so they could walk side-by-side, Mayor Black said, “So that’s the Magic Market,” and laughed. She laughed too out of bliss. “I love it.” She really did.  “Well, wait ‘till you get inside the auction house.” They walked up the small flight of stairs to the entrance of the shiny white-marble building. He let go of her hand and walked just a bit ahead, opening to door for her. It made her bow just a little in thanks, the both of them laughing as they walked in, him right after her.

Mayor Black never had to tell her how he liked his coffee anymore or to leave his office door open just a little. Sometimes he didn’t even ask for her to get him a croissant, but she noticed the way he walked in, quiet and sleepy-eyed, and realized he didn’t have breakfast. Sometimes she’d bring him flowers to brighten up his office and occupy the vase on his desk that otherwise was just used for decoration, arranged by the local flower shop owner. There have been many times where she split her lunch with him, or brought him a bag lunch all for him, hand-made by her. Her small gestures made their friendship of three years stronger every day. Once, she surprised him with something much more interesting than a lunch or bouquet of flowers.

It was a quiet day in Town Hall, broken by only the ticking of the clocks. Angelina had called in late, saying her particularly large family was keeping her, so the desk just outside his office door was unoccupied. He understood and reassured her that her job would not be lost, and to come in when she could. As Mayor Black filled out his paperwork, the time ticking away to half past eleven, there was a gentle knock at his door. He looked up, seeing a head of raven hair and sparkling brown eyes peeking at him through the crack. “Well good morning,” he greeted easily, clicking his pen and leaning back in his chair, smiling. The corners of Angelina’s eyes crinkled as she smiled from behind the door. “C'mon in.” Mayor Black waved her inside. She backed out and her head disappeared, leaving him with an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

There was a beat of silence before there was a loud thunk, his office door swinging open to reveal his five-foot-five best friend standing with a foot hitting the ground. In each hand was a black canister with bright neon letters printed on them. Is that-? She tossed him one of the canisters, making him spring to his feet and catch it quickly with both hands. The cap was a bright pink. It was silly string, just as he thought. His face split into a grin and uncapped the can, her doing the same. Angelina took the first shot, hitting him square in the cheek and ducking behind the wall, her giggles echoing through the little waiting area and back to him. He walked around his desk and slowly approached the doorway, stealthily trying to spray her back. Just as he was about to walk through she popped out again, making them both yelp, laugh, and spray each other.

The spaces that they used were small bull full of furniture to hide behind. Laughter, footsteps, and the sound of spraying cans filled the air. They emptied the pink and green cans, the goopy neon string painted across the armchairs, coffee table, her work desk, the walls and shelves, and the carpet. Of course, it was also all over them, caught on her clothes and in his hair. Once they called truce, raising their hands in surrender almost in unison, they came out from behind their covers, then broke out into laughter at the sight of each other.

What landed her a burning feeling on the inside of her chest and blood in her mouth was sacrifice. Lucifer almost got Mayor Black. Would've dealt the blow that ended his life, which would have meant Angelina would've gone right after. One was not without the other, and the brunette would've killed herself by her own hand first rather than have the Devil take her again. Beverly saw it from only a few feet away, while recovering from a blow to the face she knew would bruise. The two men were up against each other now; the only disadvantage being Mayor Black was facing the wrong way. If he turned, he'd be too late, and only stare into the eyes of his killer. He would've died hearing Angelina scream, and seeing his children's faces. He had family, friends, people who loved him and needed him. And who did Beverly have? She ran as fast as her long legs would carry her, hands coming out and meeting his body, putting every bit of momentum and energy into getting the raven-haired mayor out of harm's way. She heard a shriek that belonged to the youngest of the trio, something pained and afraid, as both bodies began their descent to the ground. The blonde felt burning erupt on her wrist, and was yanked back up, watching with wide blue eyes just as Alexander got out of the way. Her body jerked to face him, face Lucifer, knock his teeth in an bury a dagger in his chest with her free hand. He got to deliver the deathblow first.

Holding her wrist in one hand and setting the other to the center of her chest, the Devil did just what she expected: he brought her close and kissed her, forceful and hot. This time, however, it didn't make her mind fuzzy. Rather, it brought a blanket of quiet to her head. Not a relief, but a calm before the storm. It arrived when he pulled away, and something seemed to burst in her chest. It brought cold, overwhelming cold that robbed her of her body heat, snatched away the breath from her throat mid-gasp, and darkness climb into her eyes. Another scream from Angelina. "So close, my dear. So very close you came," he coaxed, his voice soft in her ear. Blood filled Beverly's mouth, and she could do nothing but swallow and focus on Lucifer's voice, the only thing keeping her grounded. She didn't know what he was doing to her, to her mind, to her body; she knew all of it was shutting down. It was killing her. "I wish I could apologize to you in earnest," he confessed. "Forcibly removing a soul is never the best way to go. It tends to tear the body apart from the inside out." That scream was her name she realized, static in her ear. Angelina, screaming out "Beverly!" in a desperate call for her newfound friend to be okay. Who did Beverly have? Angelina, as it seemed. "Daggers," she gurgled, spitting blood down her front, taking all of her strength and putting it into tugging the dagger from the holder secured around her waist like a belt, and putting it behind the weapon, easily making contact with the vessel of Satan and pushing the blade into him as far as it could go. A flicker of honest surprise cast a shadow over the vessel's face, turning Beverly smug. "Daggers can tear you apart." It was her favorite weapon of choice, just above poisoning. Letting the blood bloom past her lips again and drip down her chin, she yanked downward, opening the wound on his stomach further, feeling blood not her own warm her icy hands. "I wish I could apologize in earnest," she mocked, finally yanking the dagger out, blood arcing and splattering onto her dress-clad torso. With a hard shove, Lucifer stumbled away from her, bleeding from a deep, long gash in the stomach. Surprise mixed with resignation passed over his face. Then a smirk, breathless and bloodied. "I'll see you soon, love." His last words reached her just before the eyes of his vessel were overcome in black, rolled back, and the body collapsed to the ground.

A heartbeat, then two, and Beverly dropped as well, falling with a sense of grace, the dagger dropping from her hand. Silence cushioned her fall. There was a gross amount of blood that wasn't her own, and a voice whispering in her ear that belonged to the owner of the blood. I'll see you soon, love. See you soon... Beverly spat out a mouthful of blood, lungs on fire, stomach contracting violently. No, I will not die in a pool of blood and vomit, she repeated to herself. She kept repeating those words until she couldn't think straight, and she was sure she heard Levi in her ear. Still breathing, seeing the flecks of silver starlight in the deep velvet sky, but she was dead for whatever it was worth. "Beverly?" "Hey sweetheart." "You can hear me!" "I'm not all that surprised. I am dying, Levi." "You-" "Lucifer got me. He won. He tore my soul out. I can't taste anything but blood. And I'm... Cold." A growl reverberated through her mind. "I'm going to tear him apart." "We'll do it together then." Silence. The blonde could see it in the darkness: Levi's slightly furrowed brows, eyes wary of the explanation she had to give. All in her head, she responded, trying to contort her dying face into something resigned and helpless. "I'm going to Hell, Levi." Silence again. Her barely-beating heart was breaking. She could feel tears struggle, form, and slide down her bruised, dirty cheeks. "I'm so sorry." Because she knew he wanted better, for her to meet a different fate than Rose had. She repeated it out loud, voice garbled through all of the blood and sadness. "I'm so sorry." Dying in blood and tears is much better than the previous option, she concluded. She didn't care about dignity anymore. She deserved that much, to cry shamelessly and let her heart break under the pressure.