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There's nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing [open]

Who: Rebekah Mikaelson and You
Where: Alexandria
When: All during the event
Rating: pg-13 to R for violence
Summary: power nerfing during a zombie invasion sucks
The Story:

,day 1 and 2

Rebekah got a sword out from the closet as it the weapon she knows how to use the best. Normally she doesn't resort to weapons at all but her speed and strength aren't up to their usual standards so she's going to have to compensate the best she can. It's a little gruesome and by the end of the second day she's covered in guts and her hair is soaked in blood but she's alive. It's what matters. Thank god she had stockpiled some blood, just in case something like this happened, or she would be having an even worse time than normal.

Come destroy zombies with her

day 3

This day goes a little differently, Rebekah gets swarmed by a group of zombies and even though she manages to get out she doesn't get out without a casualty -- she's been bitten and she needs to find someone, anyone, to cut her arm off before the situation gets any worse than it already is. Which is why she will be wandering through the streets looking for someont to stop and ask.

Don't you want to help her.

[ooc: for the sake of keeping things easy to understand I only want one volunteer for the arm cutting, so it's a first come first serve situation whoever comments first for that scenario will get it, other wise they can interact with her the first two days. I am good with prose or action spam]

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Clementine has moved through the horde, covered in walker guts. The walkers don't see her. She can move through them easily. Knowing this is her world even if it's Michonne's memories, it sticks with her. It sticks in her chest. There's a responsibility to it- to people who don't know what it's like.

She sees the woman get bit in the arm. There's not much time. Lee chopped off his arm, but he didn't do it fast enough and he still died. She chopped off Sarita's hand in the middle of a horde. She screamed, and they tore her apart.

Clementine moves forward until she's right in front of her. She's got a hatchet in her hand.

"We gotta get you in a house."

Rebekah is surprised by how quickly the young girl finds her. She is a young thing, isn't she? A child, really. And yet with that hatchet in her hand she certainly seems like she knows what she's doing. Beggers can't be choosers when they're all trying to survive. Rebekah is already a vampire, she doesn't want to be a zombie on top of that.

"Lead the way."

There should hopefully be one nearby.

The house Clementine woke up in and fortified on her first day is right across the way. She's grateful the woman doesn't question her knowledge, because there's no time to. She reaches for the woman's arm to gently lead her away from the horde before they can do more damage, pushing open the door, knowing there shouldn't be any walkers inside. She pushes the door open and shuts it again behind them, shoving over the closet to put it in front of the door.

She's so used to this.

It's strange how a trip back to her own world can make her mind center again, because survival is a thing she knows. She can keep pushing forward.

"We don't have a lot of time. Either I cut off your arm or you turn." Her throat closes up, because she remembers the last time. It can't turn out like last time. There's no way someone won't scream when their fucking arm's being cut off, which means the walkers will come, but she fortified the house enough they should have time. . "...Sorry."

Rebekah knows she had seen and endured quite a bit by the time she was this girl's age -- and Wonderland doesn't tend to take in a lot of true innocents, not as far as she can tell anyway. People become less innocent in order to survive, to fight, to exist in worlds that challenge that very thing.

Rebekah is used to being the thing people are afraid of, it is strange to be on the other side of it, though it is not the first time it's happened here in Wonderland.

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault out only options suck. Let's get on with it, then."

"It's going to hurt like fucking hell."

Clementine probably doesn't have to say the words, but she does anyway, pulling the woman's arm out into view, bracing it on the table, and hauling up the hatchet as she aims for just above where the bite is. It'll hurt like hell, and it will take at least a couple of hits to get her arm off. That's what happened before.

They don't have time to ready anything, but Clementine will move fast as soon as she gets the infection off this woman's body.

She swings, making contact. Blood splurts out.

Generally speaking, pain is not usually an issue for Rebekah, it's not that she can't experience it but as an almost unkillable immortal it just doesn't have the same effect except in extremes. This is certainly an extreme, and she doesn't have the normal healing capabilities to back her up.

If she did they would have to resort to this.

A scream erupts from her throat as the axe swings down, she knows she shouldn't draw attention to them but she can't help the base response. She averts her eyes, it's too difficult to look at.

It's why Clementine made certain to bring her inside the house first. No one can help screaming when someone's chopping their arm off. No doubt the walkers heard. No doubt they'll be banging at the door and the windows, but there's a barrier at least. The scream rings right through Clementine, bringing her back to the last time she did this (and did it so wrong), knowing she's in pain, knowing Clementine can't imagine the level of pain she must be in now. The worst pain she's ever felt is in stitching her own arm up, and it was terrible. She grabs hold of her again to try to keep her steady, and she swings a final time as that portion of the woman's arm comes off, drops to the table.

Bloods getting everywhere like a small fountain. She's quick to lift up the remainder of Rebekah's arm, elevating it is one way to stop the bleeding.

Then she moves, gathering a sheet, tying it as tightly as she can around the remaining limb and pressing her hand hard against it. She has to make sure the bleeding finishes before bandaging, before cleaning it or she'll die from blood loss. Her gaze darts up to the woman, gripping hold.

"It's okay. It's off."

Clementine just hopes it was quick enough before the infection could spread to the rest of her.

There's blood everywhere. Rebekah has never been squeamish about this sort of thing, she was a vampire after all, and yet the sight of it now was almost overwhelming. it was squirting everywhere and she wasn't healing it just kept bleeding. She hates Wonderland in this moment, she hates how vulnerable and weak she feels.

A child had to save her. It isn't lost on her how young Clementine is.

At least the infection isn't spreading.

"You've had to do this before, haven't you?"

Clementine waits, waits, holding tight to the rest of the arm that remains. She swallows thickly, wanting the bleeding to stop. She has to make sure she's okay. This has to have worked.

"Yeah. Didn't turn out so well last time, cause I did it in the middle of a horde. You can figure what happened."

She shakes her head. She regrets it. Maybe if she'd waited longer- Maybe.

Clementine pulls the bandaging over so she can bandage up Rebekah's arm now that the bleeding seems to have calmed, clotted. Whatever it is blood does.

"I'm Clementine."

"Nothing good."

Whoever she had tried to save clearly turned into one of those things out there. Being a vampire was bad enough but at least then she still had her wits about her. These walkers? They were mindless, slaves to their own natures.

At least the bleeding has lessened. That's...something. Not much but something.

"Rebekah Mikaelson."

She definitely got torn apart by the horde, and then Kenny blamed her for it. Walkers aren't people at all anymore. There's nothing human left in them. She can't let herself imagine there is, because there's plenty of people she's lived who've become walkers, who she wasn't able to kill. The thought they could be trapped in those brains somewhere--

It's hard. She doesn't usually have time to analyze any of it, and it's probably for the best.

Clementine's finished bandaging up the- the remainder of the arm as best as she can, but she knows it's still got to hurt like hell and it's why she's rummaging through her supplies in a bag on the table. She looks up at Rebekah quiet, concern. She hadn't even considered this could be- this could be family of someone she cares about (like last time too).

"...as in Klaus?"

Clementine remembers his last name, because it's how entries come up on the network, and it's how they met when he made the video post about his cat.

"You know my brother?"

That surprises her, somehow. She supposes it shouldn't. Klaus has made quite a few connections in Wonderland, more than she has managed to. It was unnerving when she thought about it too long because it's not like Klaus was exactly a people person. So it's bad when he has more friends.

"Yeah, he's-" Clementine doesn't know how to put it to words really. They talked about his daughter. They talked about how it feels sometimes to be responsible for the death of someone you love. He was there when she came back from her world, asking, listening, promising her it'd be okay.

She smiles, resting a hand against Rebekah's arm briefly. "He's helped me a lot. He's my friend."

She clears her throat. "I have some pain meds and some food. They're- Your arm's still probably gonna hurt like hell."

"I'm glad to hear that, Nik needs all the friends he can get and you seem like a dependable one."

Yes, even missing an arm Rebekah cannot resist the urge to tease her older brother.

"I imagine so. I normally heal so quickly I don't feel much pain -- the meds sound wonderful just about now."

Clementine smirks lightly at the teasing. "He does seem like he could use a dependable friend in his life," she says after a moment, and well, so could she really.

She gathers together the meds and the food and water to down the meds with, opening the bottle. Her expression is quiet then, but she doesn't ask until she's given Rebekah the meds and set out food in front of her too to help settle those meds. They're powerful pain killers, okay? But that means having an empty stomach's no good.

"You normally heal quickly?"

"He could use all the friends period." Rebekah you can't talk, Klaus probably has more friends in Wonderland than you do. That's just sad.

Rebekah hasn't needed any sort of real medication since -- well when Rebekah needed this kind of treatment medication didn't exist as it does now. It was mostly herbal remedies or spells from her mother. So she wouldn't have thought to eat first if Clementine hadn't put the food out. But she does so Rebekah starts eating.

It occurs to her maybe Clementine doesn't know what her brother really is. Whoops.

"I do. I'm generally very difficult to do lasting harm to, but my powers seem to be tempered here. You have to love when Wonderland does that."

Clementine's smirk widens at that. She can appreciate teasing especially since it seems like a thing siblings do, she's learning. Clementine doesn't have any siblings herself, and she hasn't really had much chance to notice other siblings until she came to Wonderland.

She definitely has zero idea what Klaus is. Ahem.

"...How did you get powers?"

She's trying to keep Rebekah's mind off the pain, but also, she's wondering. She knows a lot of super powered people here like Richie, like Anders.

Welp. Cat's out of the bag on that one. Or at least part of it is.

"My parents gave them to us -- our mother was a powerful witch."

One who would eventually hunt them down for being the monsters she turned them into -- Rebekah never wanted it, she never wanted the power or immortality. She wanted to be normal. Happy. To love and have a family of her own.

She's a girl who never got to grow up.

Clementine notices the use of the word 'us' so it's not just Rebekah who got the powers but Klaus too. Maybe the rest of his siblings-

She's not sure how many he has.

"So does that make you guys powerful witches too?"

He has a lot, but only Rebekah, Klaus and Freya are here in Wonderland. Rebekah has heard Kol has been there before, Elijah too, and even their father Mikael but that was all in her original stay that she does not remember.

"No." There's a pause. "Except for Freya. She's special."

"So Freya is the powerful witch? Awesome."

There's another pause then. She's got an offer on the table from Richie to become a vampire if she wants. Sometimes it's really tempting. She just knows there's no turning back too.

"Do you... regret getting powers?"

"It is. She's quite impressive, my sister."

If nothing else, talking about her family is a welcome distraction for Rebekah. She's on better terms with them than she has been in centuries, she might as wel enjoy it

Clementine's question makes her frown.

"Regret implies I had a choice in the matter."

Clementine pauses, and she bites down on her lower lip. There's worry then. It's always complicated. Even in places where people are powerful, they're not always the most powerful.

They can't always make their own choices. It's exhausting to think about. She folds her arms across her chest.

"Would you have chosen it if you had one? If you know everything you do now?"

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