010 ƒ open } { they’ll make their judgments, so assured

[deathlessness]

Who: Freya Mikaelson + YOU / Some Closed Starters
Where: Various Wonderland Places
When: June/July 2017
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Catch-all for Freya for the AC period.
The Story:

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post-ski lodge event | ota

[deathlessness]

[If Freya kept to herself before the mirror event, it becomes even more the case after.

Followed by the scent of burning sage nearly everywhere she goes, Freya spends a lot of her time wandering between her usual haunts with a renewed sense of purpose. From both of Wonderland’s libraries, magical and otherwise, to the gardens, to whatever small room she had chosen to work in that day, she finds herself single minded and focused on the task at hand. It’s probably best she’s not around in a social capacity.

She’s well aware that there’s a big, wide world out there. But she’ll worry about it when she knows that her family is safe.

That being said, even she can’t be all-witch, all the time, so occasionally she will make her way to Lux, perch herself on a barstool and throw back shots until she’s noticing her tunnel vision a little less and relaxing a little more. Even with Cami gone, she still doesn't feel quite as comfortable in the fifth floor bar as she does here, and in a lot of ways, the noise is a good way to drown out her own thoughts, or at least attempt to. It’s going to take many, many shots, but she’s sure going to try.]

[mourning_ghost]

[The over-sized mourning dove that practically lives in the (non-magical) library can somehow be very easy to overlook. He lacks presence and not only because he's a ghost. There is no way to tell by sight that Nageki is a ghost, after all.]

[The scent of burning sage has made him curious, however. He approaches Freya because she's seeking the source of the scent. It just so happens to take Nageki to where Freya is. He stares while he tries to figure out if that scent is coming from her not.]

[deathlessness]

[The sage is coming from her! But it's more lingering against her skin than something she's carrying with her. If this were one of her private spaces, she probably would have it resting with her.

Instead, she looks up and blinks in surprise when she sees the large dove.]

Oh. Hello.

[mourning_ghost]

[He looks away, embarrassed. Nageki doesn't have many social skills, but he does know staring could be considered rude.]

...Hello.

sam | closed

[deathlessness]

[The problem with what she knows about her mirror, as limited as it is, is that the way she would approach to killing her back home they probably don’t have a means for here. Even if they could manage to find the dirt of her homeland and the ashes of her oppressors from the closets, the blood of the witch she loved who broke her heart would be a little bit harder to find.

That being said, they are dealing with a mirror. It’s likely that there may be a weakness she doesn’t know, and just needs to take advantage of the resources available to her. Which is why she takes Sam up on his offer, meeting him in the tea room as requested. She gets there a little early, taking the time to burn sage in the room to give them some privacy, and settles to fix them both tea.

Might as well make use of the space.

She glances over when she hears him coming, and at least can acknowledge the strained nature of whence they last spoke.]

Thank you for meeting me. I’m sure you’re probably busy.

[ofletters]

[ It's been a little while since the attack, and Evie is alive again, but that doesn't mean he's forgotten. ... Still, the Sam that arrives to meet with her is more tired than angry and nods mutely as she thanks him. ]

No more than usual. [ Not hunting down, say, a werewolf. He sighs, sinking into a chair and scrubbing a hand over his face. ] The sage is a good touch.

[ Freya knows what she's doing, there's no question of that. ]

[deathlessness]

[She nods as she glances over to adjust it.]

An old school privacy spell. Hopefully it will keep us from being overheard, no matter how reflective the surface.

[ofletters]

Hopefully.

[ There's a pause. ]

You know... I talked to your Mirror. Once.

regina / billy | closed (multi-thread)

[deathlessness]

[What’s clear from the beginning is that her magic couldn’t be the one solely in play. If Mirror Freya’s magic is anywhere close to similar to her own, she’ll be able to undo whatever defenses Freya puts in place. She needs to reach out to those with strong magic who her mirror might not consider making allies of.

And since her mirror is Dahlia’s daughter, she’s willing to hedge her bets that the answer to that is “none.”

She makes her way into the magic library, seeking out one of two targets, hoping that she’ll be able to persuade them to come to her aid. When she happens to catch either of them, it won’t take her long to make her way over, a slightly apologetic look on her face.]

I was hoping I could ask for a favor.

[actualwizard]

[ Billy had only really spoken to Freya once or twice, but he liked her, and it was always fascinating to learn about magics from other worlds. He's also Billy so he's ready to lend a hand when anyone asks, but more than willing to help a fellow witch. ]

Sure, what do you need?

[deathlessness]

Help with a protection spell, for Elena.

[She moves to sit next to him, holding the felt bag with the ingredients in her hands.]

I would do it myself, but the person I'm trying to protect from is my mirror, and I worry that if I use my own magic, hers is close enough that she'll be able to reverse it easily.

[actualwizard]

[ That was an easy request to agree to, he would do anything for Elena. He nods as she sits down and gives her his full attention. ]

Ok. You're going to have to show me what to do. [ His brand of magic was more making wishes than anything else, but he had been studying different magics recently. ]

What does your mirror want with her?

[madehervows]

[Whenever the Mirrors are given free reign to make trouble, Regina is more than a little glad that her own had been eaten by a magic hat. She's sure the Queen of Hearts remade her, given what went down with Angel, but if she has, her counterpart hasn't been making trouble.

All in all, she's more than available to help.

Regina greets Freya with a raised brow.]

What can I do for you?

[deathlessness]

My mirror wreaked quite a bit of havoc when they all crossed over.

[She grimaces a bit, before moving to sit next to her.]

She targeted several people that I care about, including my brother. I would like to try and make sure that doesn't happen again. However, I worry that if I use my magic to do it, it's too close to my mirror's power, and it will be ... ineffective.

[madehervows]

[Regina merely nods. There was plenty of havoc, no need to rehash the finer details.]

And she'll be able to undo any spells you might cast? [Completely understand, and Regina mulls it over for a moment.] If it's protection spells you want, those are simple. But I get the feeling you're after something with a little... kick.

evelyn | closed

[deathlessness]

[It’s not that she’s avoiding the library, exactly. The library has things she needs and information to consider, so she is in and out quite often. It’s more that she’s avoiding the librarian.

She had a conversation with Elena’s, about doppelgangers and responsibility, but Freya is still trying to find the line between herself and her mirror, and it gets blurrier the longer she tries. While she may not have killed Evie herself, and neither did her doppelganger, it was as a result of her doppelganger’s actions, and that is enough for her to not want to bring that particular round of guilt down upon herself.

She makes a beeline for the shelves she needs, browsing through the volume titles and claiming one or two, before turning to head back out again, but in her rush she misses the sound of footsteps and turns right into Evelyn, giving a small gasp of surprise and clutching the books to her chest, almost as though to give a bit more space between them.]

I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn could neither have expected nor witnessed the outrage to her recent loss of life - being dead at the time, she could do little more than be where people placed her. A testament to anger and fear refusing to stop even when the heart has, and she waited several days after her resurrection before daring to dig into the archived materials left behind by Sam Winchester and Dan Palmer, both of whom meant well and reacted as anyone would and should.

Through no fault of her own Evelyn has but one life left, a bitter irony given the state of her world.

Her resentment at being murdered not for the second, nor the third, but the fifth time by a entity that did not step forward to own the act in some startlingly blatant show of cowardice was only tempered by the small kindness that was waking up to a friendly face. It had not been so, the last time.

Left simmering in her own devices she understood the merit in spending her recovery contemplating the inevitable approach for information, more surprised still by the lack of outreach by offending parties beyond what fragments had been offered to her friends. The frustration only lasts so long today, when a connexion walks right into her as she rounds the corner of a shelf.]

Hello.

[It is a chilly reception, perhaps understandable given the circumstances and more so given the proximity to a row of books not five metres away where she screamed, and screamed, and no one could hear her.]

In a hurry?

[deathlessness]

No.

[Well, yes. Her highly motivated nature has her always finding some way to keep moving. But she doesn't want to make it seem like she was trying to escape.]

Just not wanting to be in the way, that's all.

[She feels like she should say something, but all the words are finding ways to fail her in this particular moment, and she's never really been good at apologies to begin with.]

Is there something wrong?

[It feels wrong, almost as soon as she says it, but she doesn't know what else to say.]

chloe | closed

[deathlessness]

[In a rare moment, one of her tequila runs coincides with a period where Lux is quiet. In some ways, it’s intended – she isn’t here for her, she’s here to see if Chloe will come by so they can discuss what happened. In her rounds of non-apologies, she never made it to her front door, and while it’s not a situation she’s going out of her way to rectify, she will put herself in places where she may run into her, just in case.

When she hears the sound of heels against the floor of Lux, she looks up and offers the detective a small smile in return. At least one hunch she had has turned out to be right.]

If you’re looking for Lucifer, you just missed him.

[thevulnerability]

[ There were a few things helping keep Chloe's sanity in order; booze, mostly. Seth, and Elena. More booze. Hence why she had swung by earlier in the day, hoping to avoid the crowds of people and maybe have a chat with Lucifer, the kind they used to have back home. She always felt better after she talked to him.

She wasn't expecting someone else, much less Freya. Her presence startled her and Chloe froze in the doorway, swaying on her feet for a moment. She managed to not bolt, at least, or automatically pull her gun, although not without an internal reminder that this isn't that Freya. ]

Oh. [ Chloe glances at the door, and then back to Freya. She's not even sure what to say to her, if there is anything to say. She doesn't look at her and gestures to the door. ] It's fine, I'll... come back.

[deathlessness]

[Her face falls for a moment, because she knows that wasn't unexpected. In fact, Chloe's the only person who actually reacted the way Freya anticipated her to. She hesitates, weighing her options in her mind, and it takes a second before she finally manages to force out the words.]

I'm sorry.

[The words sound so stilted, and not enough, but she's not going to get better at apologies if she doesn't practice.]

I know I have no control over my mirror, really, but ... I still feel like I should have been able to do something.

dan | closed

[deathlessness]

[While she’s certain the residents of Wonderland would prefer that people didn’t interfere with the gardens, but while Freya is working on her own small window box, there are some flowers that she has yet to plant that are useful for a variety of reasons. She almost misses the small little magic shops of the cauldron, offering her an unlimited supply of magical ingredients no matter how rare. She could got to the closets, but there’s something about them that she doesn’t trust.

They’re good in pinch, but in a lot of ways, fresh is better.

She’s not stupid enough to leave the gardens marred, however, so when Dan finds her, crouching next to a small patch of flowers, he can watch as she plucks a few of them gently from the flower bed, before placing her hand down against the bed of dirt and murmuring a soft phrase under her breath. As she does, the wind picks up just a little, and fresh flowers grow from the places they were taken, blooming almost as though they were never gone.

She then looks up, looking around to find the next item on her list when she spots Dan and offers him a small smile.]

Enjoying the fresh air?

[thecourier]

[Since his first arrival here, he's been fascinated by the insects. The variety, their habits, and most of all the size of them. A bee the size of your thumbnail is a big deal to someone used to seeing killer wasps that can punch through a man's torso.

Along with the insects, there's the grass, the flowers, the nature in general that isn't occupied by giant praying mantes and spore carriers, and being able to simply sit back and enjoy it. He's sure it's one of the qualities about him that Evelyn would describe as 'cute' or some equal adjective. He doesn't mind.

He's making his way along the edge of a flower bed, watching the bees, and moves to step around her in the moment before she looks up and sees him there.

She smiles, but he doesn't smile back.]

Yeah, could say that. [He hooks his thumbs through the belt-loops of his jeans.] Gotta enjoy the small things so the big things don't seem so big.

[deathlessness]

I've never been good at that.

[She admits, before getting to her feet. The bigger picture has been all she can afford to worry about, given some of the time constraints with which she's lived her life.]

I've never really had enough time, before I came here.

wildcard | ota

[deathlessness]

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