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Sam, Isabeau and Dean are standing over a large, perfectly round scorch mark in the ground. "I'm telling you, guys, This was made by some kind of jet engine." Sam says.
Isabeau leans against the railing, "You mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?"
Sam takes Isabeau's hand, "What else could it be?"
Dean shakes his head, "What the hell?"
"I don't know."
"No, seriously, dude. What the hell?" Dean asks again.
"I don't know." Sam repeats himself., "I mean, first the haunting. Now this? The timing alone, there's got to be some kind of connection."
Isabeau leans back into Dean's chest and he wraps his arms around her from behind, "You mean between the angry spirit and the sexed-up E.T.? What could the connection possibly be?" She asks, at a loss.
"But what could we do? So we just kept on digging." Dean explains.
The three of them are talking with another college student. Isabeau shoves her hands in her pockets, "So, you and this guy, Curtis, you were in the same house?" She asks.
The student nods, "Yeah."
"You heard what happened to him, right?" Dean asks him.
"Yeah, he says it was aliens, but, you know, whatever." The student says.
"Look, man, I... I know this all has to be so hard." Sam says with exaggerated concern.
The student shakes his head, "Um, not so much."
"But I want you to know... I'm here for you. You brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain. Come here." Sam grabs him in a hug as Dean pressed his lips into a thin line and Isabeau facepalms.
Sam has tears coming to his eyes, "You're too precious for this world."
Sam looks over at Dean, "I never said that!"
Dean shrugs, "You're always saying pansy stuff like that."
Isabeau's eye twitches once again and Bobby stares at the two brothers. How the hell did his goddaughter deal with these two on a daily basis, let alone date them.
"Well, um... Yeah, uh, thanks." The student says, confused and Sam releases him, giving him pats on the shoulder.
"Thanks for the hug, but, uh, I'm okay. Really. To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis, he had it coming." The student tells them.
Dean nods, "Why is that?"
"He's our pledge master. Put us through hell this semester, and got off on it. So now he knows how we feel." The student explains.
Isabeau hums and Sam looks at her with his puppy eyes. She frowns at how cute he looked and grabs his hand, "It's okay."
Dean, Isabeau and Sam return to their hotel room. "Still doesn't make a lick of sense. But, hey, at least there's one connection." Dean says, taking off his jacket.
"Between what?" Sam asks, walking to his bed.
Isabeau throws off her own jacket, grabbing one of her grimoires and taking a seat in one of the chairs in their room, "The victims. The professor and the frat guy. They're both dicks." She says, flipping open her grimoire.
Dean nods, taking the chair next to her as Sam rifles through his bag, "That's a connection?" Sam asks.
Dean shakes his head, "You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it."
Sam looks in his bag and then over at Dean, "Where's my laptop?
"I don't know." Dean answers and Isabeau looks up from her book, shrugging, not knowing where it was.
Sam continues to search, getting more frustrated as Dean speaks, "Think about it. A philandering professor gets a dead girl. A pledge master gets hazed."
"I left it in here." Sam points to his bag.
"You obviously didn't. I mean, these punishments, they're almost poetic. Actually, it'd be more like a limerick, but still –"
Sam approaches Dean, "Okay, hilarious. Ha ha. Where'd you hide it?"
"What, your computer?" Dean asks. Isabeau's eyes switch back and forth between the two, feeling a fight coming on.
Sam nods, "Yeah, where'd you hide it?"
Dean shakes his head, "Why would I take your computer?"
"Because no one else could have, Dean! Isabeau rarely uses it and she wouldn't take it. We keep the door locked. We never let any maids in." Sam exclaims.
Dean smirks, "Looks like you lost it, Poindexter."
Sam stares at him for a moment and then licks his lip, "Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you."
Isabeau's eyes widened at Sam's statement.
Dean furrows his brow, "What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around."
"Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge." Sam shouts. Isabeau purses her lips and nods to herself. Sometimes, Dean was a little gross.
"What's wrong with my food?" Dean asks.
"It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism."
"I like it."
"All I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff!" Sam huffs out.
"You done?" Dean asks.
"You know, how would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?" Sam asks, threatening Dean's impala, knowing that it would cut deep with Dean.
Dean perks up in his seat, glaring at Sam, "It'd be the last thing you ever did."
"Did you take his computer?" Bobby asks. Dean, Isabeau and Sam sitting at the table. Isabeau has her legs crossed and is resting her head in the palm of her hand as her elbow sits on top of the table.
"Serves him right, but, no." Dean answers.
Sam glares at Dean, "Well, I didn't lose it. 'Cause I don't lose things."
Dean nods, "Oh, that's right, yeah, 'cause he's Mr. Perfect."
Isabeau looks up at Bobby, "I'm way too sober for this shit." She takes Dean's beer and takes a swig of it.
Bobby nods, gently taking the beer away from Isabeau who pouts at him for doing so, "Okay, okay. Why don't you just tell me what happened next?"
Dean kisses his teeth, sighing, "There was one more victim."
Sam rubs his face, "Right. Now, now, we didn't see this one ourselves, either. We kind of put it together from the evidence. But this guy, he was, uh, he was a research scientist."
Isabeau grimaces, "Animal testing."
"Yeah, you know, a dick. Which fits the pattern." Dean says.
The Research Scientist leaves a campus building, heading towards the street. He sees something shiny in the gutter and stops.
He looks around cautiously, then gets down on hands and knees to see it better. It is a gold watch. He smiles and gets excited.
He gets all the way down and sticks and arm through the gutter bars, trying to reach it, but he struggles.
Something grabs him from the gutter he begins screaming and struggling as blood spatters on his face.
"Cops didn't release the cause of death 'cause they had no clue what the cause was." Dean explains.
Isabeau sighs, "So, we checked it ourselves."
Two flashlights shine through a window. The window latch slides aside as Isabeau moves her hand outside; the latch following her movements and unlocking.
Flashlight in hand, Sam opens and crawls through the window.
"Hey." Dean tosses his flashlight to Sam, and then climbs through. Isabeau follows suit, climbing through and closing the window behind her.
Dean opens a body drawer and shines his light through. He grimaces, "Well, this oughta be quick."
They slide the drawer out and gingerly peel off the bloody blanket, revealing extremely mangled remains. Sam and Dean groan in disgust and as usual, Isabeau is unfazed by the remains.
Dean looks away briefly, "OK, that is just nasty."
Sam holds his hand to his mouth and nose, and speaks muffled while trying not to breathe through his nose, "Uh, yeah."
Isabeau chuckles, "Wimps. Hey, at least you've never had to see a human body inside out. That's disgusting."
Isabeau ignores the horrified stares from her boyfriends as she lends closer to the remains, "Mutilated?"
Sam takes a deep breath, removing his hand from his mouth, "Looks to me like something was hungry."
"They identify him yet?" Dean asks.
"Yeah, uh, a research scientist at the college. Guess where his office was, by the way. Crawford Hall, same as the professor." Sam informs.
"That's right where the frat boy had his close encounter." Dean recalls.
Isabeau nods, narrowing her eyes, "Yeah. Hey, grab me that thing, would you?"
Dean slides a magnifying light over to Isabeau, who peers through it at the corpse, "Thanks."
"What is it?" Dean asks.
Sam leans over to take a look as well, "Looks like a... a belly scale?"
Dean blinks in shock, "A belly scale? From what?"
Isabeau bites her lip, looking over to see a pair of tweezers off to the side, "Dearie, hand me those?"
Dean hands her the tweezers and she pulls out the belly scale from the remains. She brings it closer underneath the magnifying light. She scoffs, "An alligator."
"An alligator in the sewer. Come on." Dean says.
Isabeau looks over, placing the scale in her hand, "Dean, I know my reptiles. Hell, I've even talked to a few alligators."
Sam looks over as well, "Well, Dean, it's a classic urban legend. A kid flushes a baby gator down the toilet, and it grows huge in the tunnels."
Dean shakes his head, "Yeah, but no one's ever really found one. I mean, th-they're not real."
"Well, neither's alien abduction, but something chomped on this guy." Sam says.
"This couldn't get any weirder."
Isabeau tosses the tweezers back on the table, "Maybe we should get some help. I'll call Gramps. Maybe he's run into something like this before." Isabeau herself has run into some ass-backwards shit during college, but nothing on this sort of level.
"Oh, I'm sure he has. Just your typical haunted campus, alien abduction, alligator-in-the-sewer gig. Yeah, it's simple." Dean nods.
"We decided to search the sewer anyway, so we split up, each taking one end of campus. Isabeau with me and Dean on his own." Sam explains.
"D'you find anything?" Bobby asks.
Dean looks up from his beer that he took back, "Yeah, I found something, just not in the sewer."
Dean emerges from the sewer and enters the alley where the impala is parked. All four tires are flat.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean growls out. He circles the car and finds a money clip on the ground, engraved with 'S.W.'
"Sam!" Dean shouts, pissed off.
Sam is reading a book as Dean enters. Isabeau is on the couch, laying down on it, flipping through her own book and making little notes as she flips the pages.
"You think this is funny?" Dean asks Sam, walking to him.
Sam looks up, "It depends. What?"
Dean mocks him then shouts, "The car!"
Isabeau looks up, confused.
"What about the car?" Sam asks.
"You can't let the air out of the tires, you idiot. You're gonna bend the rims!" Dean shouts.
Sam closes his book, sitting up fully in his chair, "Whoa, wait a minute. I didn't go near your car."
"Oh, yeah? Huh. Then how'd I find this?" Dean holds up the money clip.
Sam pats his pocket and stands, "Hey. Give me back my money!"
Dean chuckles, "Oh, no, no. Consider it reparations. For, uh, emotional trauma." Dean walks over to his bed, taking off his jacket.
Isabeau sits up from the couch, setting her book aside, another headache from the two of them already starting.
Sam follows Dean, "Yeah, very funny. Now, give it back." He reaches for it.
Dean pulls it away, "No."
"Dean, I have had it up to here with you." Sam says, gesturing with his hand.
Dean nods, shouting, "Yeah? Right back at you!"
Sam reaches for the money again and Dean avoids him. Sam grabs at him again and tackles him to the bed. They scuffle and fight like kids.
"Come on! Get off me!" Dean shouts.
"Give it back!" Sam shouts with him.
Isabeau's jaw ticks, her eyes glowing violet, "Alright…" She stands up from the couch, marching over to Sam and Dean, "Enough!" Her voice echoes throughout the room and Sam and Dean are pulled apart from each other by an invisible force and are left floating in mid-air, a distance away from each other.
Sam and Dean stare down in shock, their feet dangling above the floor. Both look over at Isabeau who is crossing her arms at the two of them, pissed off with their antics and eyes still glowing. It's been awhile since she used telekinesis without moving her hands, but she was getting used to moving things just with her mind.
"Could you two stop acting like children for two seconds? You're giving me a headache." Isabeau asks, raising a brow at them.
They swallow thickly and nod. "Sorry, Beau." Sam apologizes.
"Sorry, sweetheart." Dean glances down at the ground, "Think you can put us down?"
Isabeau smirks as a chair slides up behind her and she gracefully takes a seat in it, crossing her legs, "Nah, I think you two deserve at least ten minutes of this."
Sam's eyes widen and Dean stutters, "Isabeau!"
"Wanna make it fifteen?"
Bobby scoffs, "Good job, Izzy." He complements Isabeau with a smile.
Isabeau smiles back, "You showed up about an hour after that."
Bobby looks back and forth between Sam and Dean, "I'm surprised at you two. I really am. Sam, first off, Dean did not steal your computer."
Sam licks his lips, "But I-"
Bobby holds his hand out, "Shh, shh, shh, shh! And, Dean, Sam did not touch your car."
Sam looks at Dean with a chuckle, "Yeah!"
"And if you two bothered to pull your heads outta your asses and didn't give Isabeau such a hard time, it all would have been pretty clear." Bobby says.
"What?" Dean asks.
"What you're dealing with."
Sam frowns, not knowing what to say, "Uh…"
"I got nothing." Dean states.
"Me neither." Sam admits.
Isabeau shrugs, leaning forward, "No idea, Gramps."
"You got a trickster on your hands." Bobby says and the moment he does, Isabeau's head thumps onto the table and she mutters out a string of curse words; upset that she didn't realize it sooner.
Dean snaps, "That's what I thought."
"What?! No, you didn't." Sam says.
"I got to tell you... you guys were the biggest clue." Bobby says.
Isabeau looks up as Sam shakes his head, "What do you mean?"
"These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing, and it's got you so turned around and at each other's throats, you can't even think straight." Bobby explains.
Isabeau licks her lips, "The laptop and the tires."
"Why weren't we snapping at Isabeau? Shouldn't something be happening with her too?" Sam asks and gently rubs circles on her back.
Bobby chuckles, "Izzy was too busy making sure you two didn't kill each other to even focus on what you were dealing with. The trickster knows you're onto him, and it's playing you like fiddles. And what better way to keep Izzy distracted than with making sure her boyfriends aren't at each other's throats."
Dean takes Isabeau's hand that was resting on the table, giving it an apologetic squeeze, "So, what is it, what, what, spirit, demon, what?" He asks Bobby.
"Well, more like demigods, really." Isabeau speaks up, "There's Loki in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick." She informs them and Bobby smiles proudly at her.
"You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator."
Bobby nods, "The victims fit the M.O., too. Tricksters target the high and the mighty, knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humor. Deadly pranks, things like that."
"Bobby, what do these things look like?" Dean asks.
Bobby shrugs, "Lots of things, but human, mostly."
Dean realizes and turns to Isabeau and Sam, "And what human do we know who's been at ground zero this whole time?"
Sam frowns, thinking, then gets it. Isabeau purses her lips, knowing exactly who it was as well. Too bad, she liked the janitor.
The janitor is flipping through a copy of Weekly World News inside his house, "Oh, that's a good one." He says as he reads the headlines.
The janitor, now known as the Trickster, is in a tacky swinger's pad, sitting in a velvet armchair, surrounded by wildly patterned walls, huge mirrors.
He's wearing a white tank top and red satin boxers. He whistles to a small, energetic dog, who comes bounding towards him, "Come here." He picks up the dog, "Could you eat? I could eat. Come on."
He gets up and circles to the kitchen, holding a champagne flute. The kitchen table is covered in lavish sweets.
"Something's missing." He says and two scantily clad women appear behind him; one blonde, one brunette. He takes whipped cream on one finger and holds it out and the brunette on his left licks it off, "That's better."
"Mmm!" The brunette throaty chuckles.
The Trickster smiles and pauses for a moment when his gaze lands on a single white lily laying out on the side table next to the velvet armchair. It was glowing the tiniest bit as he stared at it.
The memories that were tied to it made him smile softly.
The Trickster locks a gate with a key attached to his belt. Sam, Isabeau and Dean follow him up a staircase.
"Sorry I'm dragging a little ass today, guys. Had quite the night last night." He turns to look at them, "Lots of sex, if you catch my drift."
Isabeau snorts, "Yeah, hard not to. Listen, we won't be long." She signals to Sam and Dean behind Trickster's back, "We just need to check a couple offices up on three."
The trickster nods, "No problem."
"Oh, damn. We, uh, forgot something in the truck. You know what? We'll catch up with you guys." Sam says as Dean agrees.
Isabeau nods, "Okay."
Isabeau and the Trickster turn and begin ascending the stairs again.
Sam and Dean wait until they're out of sight, then hurries back to the locked gate and Sam pulls out his lockpicking tools.
The two enter, and rummages through lockers until they find a copy of the Weekly World News, with the headline 'Aliens Abduct Cheerleaders', in one of the lockers.
Sam, Isabeau and Dean exit Crawford Hall. "Just 'cause he reads the Weekly World News doesn't mean he's our guy. I mean, you read it, too." Sam says as they descend the stairs.
"I'm telling you, it's him." Dean jabs.
"Look, I just think we need some hard proof. That's all." Sam says.
Isabeau huffs, getting in between the two of them, "Okay, another thing Gramps mentioned was that these suckers have a metabolism like an insect, a real sweet tooth."
"Well, we didn't find any candy bars or sugar. Not even Equal." Sam explains.
Dean nods, "Eh, that's probably 'cause you missed something."
"You were there too, Dean. I don't miss things." Sam responds.
"Oh, right, 'cause you're Mr. Perfect." Dean brings back what he said at the motel room.
Sam furrows his brow, "What? Are you really still pissed at me 'cause of what the trickster did?"
"You been a tight ass long before that trickster showed up." Dean says.
Sam and Dean stare at each other and from an upper window, the Trickster is watching them.. He tilts his head when he sees Isabeau push them apart slightly.
Isabeau scolds the both of them, "Look, just… I'll stay here and keep an eye on the janitor. You two go to his place to see if you can find any actual evidence before I go barging in and staking the man! I'll wait here until you guys get back, okay? Okay?"
Dean and Sam glare at each other before nodding to Isabeau, "Okay." The say in unison.
Isabeau sighs and places light kisses on their cheeks, the Trickster narrows his eyes at the action, "Now go. Some brotherly-hunting-bonding will do you guys some good."
Sam and Dean leave and Isabeau paces, swinging around her rosary. The trickster watches, a serious expression on his face.
Isabeau is still waiting, becoming impatient as she plays with her rosary. She bites her lip, "Ah, screw this."
Isabeau enters the building, poking around cautiously with her flashlight. As she goes up the last staircase she puts the flashlight away and pulls out a large wooden stake.
She hears something behind her and furrows her brow, "Barry White?" She asks herself.
Isabeau tucks the stake into her jacket, and enters the theater. She looks around in confusion at what is displayed before her.
On the stage is a round red bed with a tacky canopy and a slowly rotating disco ball. The two women the Trickster materialized earlier are sprawled on it seductively, both in lingerie.
As Isabeau gets to the stage, they crawl towards her, "We've been waiting for you, Isabeau." The brunette says.
Isabeau chuckles with a smile, not believing what she's seeing, "Y-Y-You guys aren't real."
The brunette smiles seductively at her, "Trust me, sugar, it's gonna feel real."
Isabeau blinks rapidly and laughs nervously.
The blonde leans over, "Come on. Let us give you a massage."
Isabeau purses her lips, "Wha... You know, I'm a – I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Really, I am, but... I-I'm gonna have to pass. Sorry, ladies. I'm kind of taken by two handsome men that I love very much."
"They're a peace offering."
Isabeau turns around to see the Trickster sitting in the audience, "I know what you and your boyfriends do. I've been around a while. Run into your kind before."
Isabeau nods with a smirk, "Well, then you know that I... can't let you just keep hurting people."
The Trickster rolls his eyes, "Come on! Those people got what was coming to them. Hoisted on their own petards. But you, Sam and Dean – I like you. I do. So treat yourself... Long as you want. Just long enough for me to move on to the next town."
Isabeau gives him an apologetic smile, "Yeah, I don't think I can let you do that."
"I don't wanna hurt you." The Trickster says, opening up a candy bar.
"Look, man, I, I got to tell you, I dig your style, all right? I mean," She chuckles, "I do. I mean…" She glances back at the women on stage, "And the slow-dancing alien…" She laughs along with the Trickster
The Trickster calms down and tilts his head at Isabeau with a smile, "You haven't changed, have you… sugarplum?"
Isabeau's smirk falls, "What did you just say?"
The Trickster narrows his eyes, curious, "Sugarplum."
Isabeau blinks rapidly as her head begins to throb a little, "That… that name." She places a hand to her forehead, "Mother fucker." She mutters as her head continues to throb even more.
The Trickster perks up in his seat, "How much do you remember, sugarplum?"
Isabeau winces, "Stop calling me that!" She exclaims.
"What have you got there, sugarplum?" A man, the Trickster, asks 7-year-old Isabeau as she sits in his lap.
She giggles, holding up a single white lily to him, "It's our favorite flower, Uncle! A white lily!"
The Trickster laughs, taking the flower, "Are you growing these with your mother?" He asks.
Isabeau nods, "Yep. I asked Mommy if I could grow them for you. That way, every time you come to visit you can enjoy them with me."
The Trickster smiles down at Isabeau, placing a loving kiss on top of her head, "Thank you, sugarplum."
Isabeau smiles and points at the flower, "That's the very first white lily that I picked, so you gotta keep it forever!"
The Trickster shakes his head at Isabeau, "Flowers don't last forever."
Isabeau pouts, "I wish that one did."
The Trickster stares at the white lily, "Your wish is my command, sugarplum."
The throbbing in Isabeau's head stops and she looks at the Trickster, a single tear falling from her eye. She pushed the memory into the back of her mind, "I don't know who you are, but I can't let you go."
The Trickster looks defeated at her words, "Too bad. Like I said, I like you. You shouldn't've come alone."
Isabeau wipes away her single tear, her smirk returning and eyes glowing violet, "Well, I'll agree with you there."
The door opens and slams shut. The Trickster looks back up the stairs to see Sam and Dean, just entered, with large stakes of their own.
Bobby stands at the top of the next aisle, also with a stake.
The Trickster looks back at Isabeau with a proud smile, "That fight you guys had outside... that was a trick?"
Isabeau smiles with a shrug.
The Trickster hums, "Hm. Not bad." He nods as Isabeau pulls out her wooden stake. "But you want to see a real trick?"
A masked man with a chainsaw appears near Sam and Dean and attacks. Isabeau goes to stab the Trickster, but the brunette attacks Isabeau from behind, throwing her onto the stage with the other woman.
The Trickster watches, entertained, as Bobby, Dean and Sam grapple with Chainsaw Man and Isabeau fights the two women.
"Ah, ha ha." The Trickster laughs, watching the action and chewing a sandwich.
Isabeau's eyes turn into a light violet as she puts her hand out at the brunette and a spark of lightning flies from her hand to the brunette, making her fly backwards.
The Trickster smiles, "Ooh. New element, sugarplum. Your powers are slowly coming back. Can't be locked away forever." He says to himself.
Isabeau takes another hit from the blonde she throws Isabeau into the seats near the Trickster.
The Trickster claps, "Nice toss! Nice show, ladies."
The Trickster stands as Isabeau turns, holding her side in pain. She sees her stake on the ground near Sam and Dean.
"Isabeau... my little sugarplum. All grown up." The Trickster says as Isabeau stands up and Sam tosses the stake to Isabeau.
"I did not want to have to do this." He says.
Isabeau stabs the Trickster in the chest, locking eyes with him, another lone tear falling down her face, "Me neither." She whispers out.
As Isabeau grinds in the stake, Chainsaw Man and the women disappear. Isabeau's lip trembles as the Trickster places a hand on her cheek, "I wasn't going to kill you. I was going to take you away from all this, sugarplum. You're beginning to remember."
Isabeau grits her teeth, "Stop calling me that. I don't remember anything." She lies and pulls the stake out, and the Trickster falls, dead, into a seat.
Sam, Dean and Bobby approach Isabeau as she wipes away the tear once again and composes herself.
Isabeau looks over, "You guys okay?"
Sam immediately pulls Isabeau in for a hug, "Yeah. I guess."
Isabeau and Sam pull away, only for Dean to pull her into a bone crushing hug as well, "Well, I gotta say... he had style." He comments, stoking the back of Isabeau's head.
Isabeau groans in pain when Dean hugs her a little too tight, and they all stagger outside.
Sam looks back at Bobby as he and Dean hold Isabeau's hands, "Bobby, thanks a lot. We really couldn't've—"
Bobby interrupts him, "Hey, save it! Let's just get the hell out of dodge before somebody finds that body."
"Yeah." Dean agrees.
Sam pauses at the impala as Isabeau and Bobby both slide into the impala; Isabeau in her usual spot in the front and Bobby in the backseat, "Look, Dean, um... I just want to say that I'm, uh... Um…" Sam trails off.
Dean pauses, "Hey. Me too." They look at each other and each nod.
Bobby comes back out of the impala for a moment, "You guys are breaking my heart. Could we please just leave?" He gets back in the impala.
Isabeau laughs loudly at Bobby from inside the car. Her Gramps always cracked her up.
Sam and Dean exchange a look over the top of the car, get in, and drive away.
Inside the Crawford Hall theater, a figure approaches the Trickster's body and stands by it.
The body shimmers and disappears. The figure is the Trickster, who bites into a chocolate bar and smiles.
He puts away the chocolate bar for a moment and pulls out the same white lily he had in his home; it was growing brighter than before. He frowns but then smiles, "You lied, sugarplum. You're starting to remember."
The Trickster smirks when he hears the flapping of wings behind him, "What took you so long?" He turns around to see someone he hasn't seen in over a decade. It was Isabeau's mother; Yvette.
Yvette crosses her arms at the Trickster, scolding him with just her look.
The Trickster just continues smirking at her, "Hey, big sis."
Um... I'm gonna go hide since I just dropped a bomb shell. But, uh, yeah. Surprise!
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