Layla

Layla being able to run faster than Oliver designated herself as a scout. She ran ahead until she found herself in a dingy, dark room. She heard people talking and leaned close to make sense of it, but couldn't. Not anything really except for Alyra yelling. So she decided to lean into the room for a second and take count of the situation, seeing five masked people and Alyra with a knife to her throat. I can't take them all myself. Even with Oliver, we or Alyra could die.

Oliver

Layla joined him again and told him of what she had learned. This is certainly. . . tricky. But we can't go back to get help. It might take too long and they'd have cut Alyra's throat by now. "We should hide in the shadows and wait for an opportunity, then." He whispered, and followed Layla to where Alyra was being held.

The leader of Alyra's captors, the red-eyed one, senses Layla and Oliver in the room and gestures in their direction, sending one of the assassins to go deal with them. "If she doesn't know anything, then can we kill her?" Asks one of the captors, which awards him a smack in the face from the leader. "No!" He growls. "She is leverage. She matters to people, which can get us unimaginable things." He explains, grinning. "Like cake?" Asks the same person who got smacked earlier, and he gets smacked again. "No! Well, yes, but think bigger!" The leader rolls his eyes and glares at Alyra. "I know that you know something, and you are going to tell us." He says to her, handing a syringe to the one who cut up Alyra's arm. "This is truth serum." He tells her. "After we give this to you, you will have the compelling urge to tell us everything that comes to mind. And you might die because this is a really high dose, but that doesn't matter as long as you tell us what we want to know." He tells a scared Alyra, who is currently quite litterally shaking in her boots.

(Oh good, now Oliver's not the only one who hasn't had a brush with death)

Layla

She stays completely still as the assassin gets closer. She was panicking, but tried her best to not show any signs of it. How unlucky do I have to be to almost die twice in two days. And I might still! No. No. Don't think like that. I'll be fine. Inching closer to the wall, very slowly, all in an attempt to get smaller and look like she isnt there. She wouldn't win in a fight against someone trained to kill. She wouldn't even win in a fight with a normal person. So, she continued trying her best to blend in.

Oliver

Oliver was racking his brain on what to do in this situation. He could tell his sister was terrified, and knew he'd get no help from her. But if he used his super strength on the assassin now, he would risk having everyone in that room come at both of them at once. So, he waited in the shadows until the assassin would come close enough for him to try and fight, even if he knew that it would bring more attention in the long run. But if the assassin doesn't see us, we might just be able to get Alyra out of here.

(Oh no )

Noticing that not Alyra's friends have disappeared as well, Jameson goes looking for them after excusing himself to the restroom. What if she's gotten into trouble? He wonders, frantically searching for the group.

The assassin who went to check on the presence walks straight up to Layla and Oliver, somehow knowing exactly where they are, and grabbing Oliver and Layla by their arms, dragging them into the light. "What shall we do with these two, boss?" He asks the red-eyed one, tossing them on the ground like rags with unbelievable strength.

No! Alyra panics even worse than before. Nonono they shouldn't be here! She keeps a straight face, pretending not to recognize them to try and make sure that their sentences are as bad as they could be. Then she hears a pinch in her arm, and is asked many questions.
Assassin: "What are you."
Alyra: "A hybrid." She keeps a straight face, trying to give the most vague answers possible.
Assassin: "What is the darkest secret of the fire tribe?"
Alyra: This question stumps her. What do I say? I can't give us away... But she has to answer, the truth is burning to escape. "We were the ones who stole the artifact-" She blurts out, and tries to cover her mouth with her hands, but her arms are tied behind the chair she's sitting in.
Assassin: "Where is it?"
Alyra: "Where is what?" She decides playing dumb might be the best approach, roundabout answers don't count as lies.

(I love that every time I leave for just a little bit somebody dies or almost dies or the plot goes in this crazy direction lol)

Ethan's eyes dart through the crowd, noticing that the half-breed and the vampires have dissapeared. He sees the deadly sin boy wandering around frantically and discreetly follows him.
could this be about... no.... He shakes his head in silence. But still, he can't shake the feeling that something terrible happened. Something to do with... them.

(Never thought Id say this, but uh hope Jameson finds them quickly and manages to charm the assassins into not killing them that would be really nice. But fr tho how does this trio manage to get in such trouble?)

Layla

I can't show my fear, and I shouldn't say anything. Or look at Alyra. I have to look as innocent as possible. She slowly breathes in and out, easing her shaking to be imperceptible. Letting her fist relax, seeing crimson moons on her palms. Avoiding eye contact with Alyra was easy, she just stared at the red eyed person, pleading for him to just let them go. "W-we did nothing wrong. We accidentally found this path. I-I just wanted some quiet from the party!" A tear slips down her face, almost imperceptibly. She was going to die, she was sure of it.

Oliver

Well, fighting our way out would've never worked. For once, he stayed quiet, knowing that if he said anything, he would probably be killed for it. "She's right. My sister has quite a sensitivity to sound, and I accompanied her to keep her safe." Proper assassins would have had safeguards to prevent such a thing from happening. And the fact they're here in the first place makes me inclined to believe they're working with Roxanne. He grimaced, and stared at the floor instead. He knew he could do nothing to help the situation, so instead he grasped his sister's hand, to help calm her down.

(They're like Ron, Harry, and Hermione from Harry potter that's not what I was going for but now that is SO what's going to turn out happening hehehe)

Just when the questioner was in the middle of asking Alyra where "The artifact" was, everyone heard a smooth voice coming from the doorway. "What seems to be the problem here?" Asks Jameson in a calm tone, though his anger was burning inside with the fury of a thousand suns upon seeing Alyra tied to a chair and her arm being cut up. He had heard Alyra crying and answering questions from outside of the room, to find her being questioned and tortured. Three of the assassins lunge on Jameson, while the leader picks up Layla and Oliver with no effort whatsoever, getting ready to flee the scene along with the assassin who was questioning Alyra picking her up. Just when Alyra thinks all hope is lost, there is a bright flash, and everyone's ears start ringing. She gets dizzy and passes out again, and when she wakes she is laying on the grass outside of the mansion. "W-what happened?" She stutters, the last thing she remembers is being asked where some mysterious artifact is. "The mansion burned down. Roxanne is in the hospital for actually nothing serious, she just got mad because a firefighter touched her when he was trying to get her out of the fire, and now she thinks she's infected with a disease. Meanwhile others actually did get injured." Replies Jameson.

(Here's like a news story or something? Idk but it took me a long time to write this and come up with the storyline so if you laugh at the fact that I forgot what it's called i'm going to be really sad)

Pines: The Pines are a group that live in the forests their entire lives and know nothing other than surviving in the wild. Their speech and writing might not be all too good, but they make up for that in their tarzan-style jungle expertise. They might not be the most sanitary people, but they are good-hearted and reliable. These are the kinds of people you could trust with your lives and not be let down.
Flares: The Flares are notorious for their deceitfulness and cunning. They are exceptionally smart and extremely good at lying since they were trained since they were born for this life. They are also the most typical "ninja" type. Sneaky, fast, and light on their feet. Many leave this group and try to leave the life behind them, not wanting to be associated with this clan, but they never forget their members.
Tempest: Members of the Tempest are typically easy-going, but also quite strange. They all seem to by sycronized in a way no one else could be with each other, and they know who their fellow members are somehow just by looking at each other, even if they have never met. And for some reason they are all crazy good swimmers.
The Ziran: The Ziran are very attune with nature. They are the zen peace tribe, bringing all of the other clans together to make everyone calm and more joyful, but to no avail. One bad apple ruins the lot, but unfortunately one good apple can't fix them.

(I'll add more later when the story "Uncovers", but this is all I have time to write rn)
(If anyone wants to help out shoot me a pm. I still need something for electricity, shadows, light, and time)

Ethan turned to follow the boy, but stopped as flames licked his feet. He ran as fast as he could out of the mansion, which wasn't much more than a pile of soldering ashes now, and closed his eyes. He open them to see the half-breed, vampires and deadly sin boy across the lawn, talking. He sauntered over to them.
"Well, well, well. What's happened here?"

Alessa
Alessa shifted into a wolf and ran out of the mansion which was now in flames. She spotted a coyote trying to get out and she barked, catching its attention. She led him out of the house and they watched the house, now in ashes.

Cole
Cole shifted into a coyote to escape the burning house, but stopped as a large piece of wood fell from the ceiling and blocked the way out. He heard a bark, and saw, not a coyote, but a wolf standing not far from him. She flicked her tail and Cole followed her. They got out of the house and saw everyone standing in awe at the mansion.


(Cole should've gone first, but I'm too lazy to change it.)