#blorbies

Clearly, he had miscalculated.

Blue pretended to still be asleep on the couch, although the rising sun's beams threatened to push him into a state of unrest.

Well...further state of unrest.

Because, despite pushing Yellow away from eating all the candy, he'd found himself idly snacking away on it in the wee hours of the night. Which, as for most living lifeforms, Blue included, usually resulted in some form of pain later down the line.

Enough pain to keep him from going back to sleep.

(Serves him right for jacking all that candy, though.)

"Bluee!!"

He feigned ignorance.

"Hey, Blueee!!"

The little rascal poked him in the face, and the jig was up.

"Whuh...?"

"Sooo, I've been thinking."

Blue listened with about as much interest as a goldfish in a dinky little bowl.

"Can you make me a device to get rid of the candy lady?? Please???"

'Too much work,' Blue thought. 'Not enough reward.'

Until he felt a pang of discomfort shoot through his body, no doubt thanks to the unreasonable amount of deceit-sourced candy in him, and reconsidered.

"Yeah, but it's not Halloween. Think she's inactive."

"But I wanna be ready for NEXT Halloween, Blue!!"

The little guy was almost jumping for joy at this point, which wasn't an unusual sight.

"Here! I sketched out some designs!!"

Blue was presented with a doodle drawn in crayon- a laser mounted on what was supposed to be Yellow's door.

"There's a timer on it so it gets activated on Halloween. And if it detects anyone with more than 10 teeth on them, they'll get hit with it!"

If anything helped an engineer, it was someone to sketch out some ideas beforehand. But...

"...Obviously there can't be a laser," Blue yawned. "BUT... we might be able to make it, like, an x-ray of some sort."

For once in Yellow's life, he actually sat down and listened with pure interest.

"Like, if it sees more than a reasonable amount of teeth on someone, like the Candy Granny, it zaps them."

"Brilliant! Brilliant!"

And so, until around noon, White got to watch in confusion as Blue and Yellow worked on this doorframe-sized laser device, happily chattering away on how it should look and what features should be on it. In the end, they seemed to settle on a cool-looking curtain. Yellow ran to hang it up on his doorframe, at which point White stepped in.

"...Are you gonna tell him the Candy Granny isn't real?"

"...Nah. It'll ruin the fun."

"The fun of eating half of his candy and getting a stomachache?!"

"No, silly. The festivities and junk. Like if you told him that Santa Bomber isn't real."

"SANTA BOMBER ISN'T REAL??"

Sam was only nine years old when she accidentally cooked her father’s prized sheep alive. 

It was an accident, of course. Up until that point in her short life, she had remained entirely unaware of her latent ability to harness the power of solar energy. Solar sorcerers were not unheard of. In fact, there existed guilds of many sorcerers of varying abilities all across the neighboring towns, cities and kingdoms.

And Sam was just a simple, lowborn girl - until she wasn’t. 

When one afternoon she stormed out of the little cottage she shared with her father and sick mother - angry that the world was insistent on worsening the health of the one person who cares about her most; her power revealed itself.

A scream and toss of a stray branch turned into a ball of flame that burst from her palm in searing, pulsing waves. Sam sleeve, along with the nearest - and dearest - sheep were instantly singed into non-existence. 

Sam blinked, frozen in shocked, eyes glued to the charred dirt where the sheep had once stood. The rest of her father’s herd ran in panicked circles, braying into the otherwise quiet afternoon. 

The noise drew her already frustrated father’s attention - and he stormed out of the cottage after her. He did not wait for an explanation, upon seeing his missing sheep and Sam’s smoking arm. I was always her fault, in his eyes. Unspoken, Sam was certain he blamed the waning health of his wife, her mother, on her too.

Even still, his prized sheep was enough to garner a more severe beating than usual. As Sam wept quietly in the corner of her room later that evening, hungry and bruised - she found her gaze drawn to the center of her right palm. Her skin looked no different than usual. Pale, calloused palms from working the small farm day in and day out. 

Part of her wondered if she’d imagined the flames. Perhaps a god had struck the sheep down out of spite for Sam’s very existence. Quite honestly, the possibility seemed more likely than the reality that she might be a magic wielder. Sorcery was for persons of high parentage - long lines of sorcery ancestry. Rarely, if ever, did magic show itself in a bloodline that hadn’t been imbued with said abilities for generations.

Quietly, Sam began to test her power as she grew. At first, the power was inconsistent, unreachable and random. As time passed, it became easier to tap into at will. However, controlling it was another challenge entirely. Despite her best efforts, attempting to regulate her power on her own led to accidents, damages and punishments. None of which ever stopped her from trying again. 

If Sam was one thing, it was headstrong.

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Lucy Edevane was born with the weight of her family’s legacy placed squarely on her shoulders. From the very day she came screaming into the world, every second of her life was laid out before her. Every beat planned, every path accounted for. Every goal, hope and dream decided. Both she and her older brother were buried beneath burden before they could walk.

When she was four years old she was punished for painting the walls of her bedroom with the acrylics she’d stolen from her art tutor. Her mother, Emilia Edevane, had not only confiscated her paints and brushes - but she’d dismissed Lucy’s art tutor for an entire month. And Lucy was made to scrape paint from her own walls, with clumsy four year old hands. 

Her ability to control lunar magic surfaced when she was only five - two years younger than it had appeared in her brother. The Edevane family line was famous for their natural talent in wielding this particular and rare branch of elemental sorcery. Elias could as well - although Lucy attacked her studies and training with much more vigor than he had. And her efforts made themselves known as she progressed more quickly than her brother.