005 ♟ closed } { bombs are falling everywhere

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Who: Drizella Tremaine/Freya Mikaelson + Regina Mills, Leopold Fitz, Natasha Romanoff, Klaus Mikaelson, probably some other people. It's a party!
Where: Various places in the mansion/love hotel
When: Last week of January through the event.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Drizella is trying to help Fitz out. Whether she is on the right path or not remains to be seen.
The Story:

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once you want it to begin | for regina

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[Drizella knew that this was ... a gamble. While things between her and Regina have been better lately, she knows that what she's asking for is going to be a big ask. She's gambling her vendor coupon and her ability to help Fitz on a woman who has no reason to help her whatsoever, but she's hoping, hoping that Regina will give her a chance.

So softly, quietly, she knocks on the door to Regina's room, hoping that she's alone.

(No offense intended to Michonne.)

When the door opens, she gives a small smile.]

Hi. I need a favor.

[madehervows]

[Things have been better, even if they're the last two from their world left in Wonderland. Perhaps that has something to do with it.

Fortunately for Drizella, when she opens the door, she is alone. A few minutes earlier and maybe not.]

Well. You did help me, so I'll at least hear you out.

[It's not a guarantee, but she does doubt that she would come to her asking for help with something nefarious. Stepping aside, she holds the door open so Drizella can enter.]

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[Drizella makes her way in, and places the thorn bracelets down on a table in front of them. She knows this is going to be a big ask, and she could still screw it up, but she's hoping that Regina will see the benefits in it.]

These are what Gothel used to steal my magic. I just got them from the vendors, and they still have my magic in them, but ... I need someone with magic to activate them.

[And she'll just let that sit, prepared to make whatever bargain's needed to get Regina's help.]

[madehervows]

[Whatever the favour Regina might have been expecting, it wasn't this. It's easy to see why Drizella came to her, but. Hm. Picking up one of the bracelets, she gives it a look over.]

... Alright, let's talk. You want your magic back? Convince me.

[emojis]

You know as well as I do that Wonderland isn't exactly the safest place. I'd rather not play around with the five death rule, and while I know it doesn't mean that my magic will work for every event, it'll at least up my odds a little.

[And she misses it. She misses feeling whole, even though she knows she shouldn't put that kind of stock in magic because that's what got her down this rabbit hole in the first place, but part of her wants to learn how to use it properly.]

And I have this friend, I want to try and help. I've tried doing it the normal way, but ... it's a magic problem, I need a magic solution.

[madehervows]

[The argument she gets first is the argument she expected - it's a sound one, after all. Regina would be close to hitting her fifth death without her magic.]

You have a friend. [Definite disbelief there.] Besides the point. I'm sure you understand why you having a magic problem gives me pause. But let's say I trust you and help. What happens after that?

[emojis]

Believe it or not, I do have those sometimes.

[But that's about all she's going to elaborate on in terms of who.]

I do a locater spell to find out if he's right or just ... trying to make sense out of something that's nonsensical. And then once that's done, I try and see if I can really do this.

[Because it's one thing if she's good without any kind of temptation. It's another to really put it to the test. Someone else would probably say that wanting to get the magic back is probably a step towards failure in the first place because magic is what got her into this mess, but she doesn't think so. Her magic was always there, even before Ana died.]

And you can keep those.

[She gestures to the bracelets.]

If you think I'm starting to go off the rails, you can take the magic back.

[madehervows]

[Regina wisely chooses to let that one go, because they could be here for hours.

So she listens, really listens to what Drizella plans to do and honestly, her mind is made up then. If it backfires, it backfires and she can deal with it. With everything she's collected and hidden away, she has the upper hand.

Should she give Drizella a chance? Probably not. But they probably shouldn't have given her a chance, either.]

The second I get even an idea you're going off the rails, your magic is gone.

[Overdramatic just a tad, but it's who she is.]

Are you sure you can handle it?

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[And Drizella expects nothing less than overdramatic, honestly.

But at her second question, she honestly doesn't have a solid answer to that.]

I don't know. But I feel like it's the kind of thing where I'm never going to know until I try.

no one ever really wins | for fitz and probably everyone else eventually

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[The mansion shifts, and Drizella sees this as an opportunity. If she's lucky, Fitz's location shifted too, and she doesn't have to worry about tangling with a more powerful witch. So she sets off through the halls, wandering as casually as she can and keeping an eye out for the boy in question.

She could probably do this faster with her magic, but she's trying not to attract attention.]

[hypoxic]

[The universe has given them a gift. The witch will be unable to find him for precious little time. All of it needs to count. He doesn't trust that the network will be useful in this instance; he can most likely be traced through it. Out of necessity, his search is more targeted. He checks the new rooms, but eschews the distasteful ones. Drizella would be somewhere dignified, he's sure.

It's pure luck and plot contrivance that has their paths crossing.When he sees her, he steps into view, but stays at a respectable distance. He nods his head toward the closest door, careful to keep from making a sound as he does so. It's more private inside.

She'd better have results.]

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[Drizella nods and follows his lead, slipping into the room in question, and just ... making a face at the ridiculous that's surrounding them at every turn. She can't help the remark that slips out:]

And I thought the magical realms were extra.

[hypoxic]

[ it's not particularly amusing for him, to be honest. There are entire magical realms? Magical things should go back where they came from, then.

None of this sits well with him. He shuts the door behind them.]

I expected you would have reached out to me before now. Shall I assume unforeseen circumstances interrupted your pace?

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[Bossy bossy bossy. He probably doesn't care enough to notice that the criticism doesn't make her twitch the way it used to, and there's a little more confidence in her stance that wasn't there before.

Magic is good on her, even if she doesn't always do good things with it. Not that he's aware of what she's got at her disposal.]

I tried to find Ophelia the old fashioned way, and I came up with bupkis because Wonderland is a faerie knowe of misery and madness. So, I thought of another idea, and it took a little negotiating to put all the pieces in to place.

[She pauses, moving in closer and holding up a finger.]

I just need something from you, but it's a big something. So the real question is, do you trust me?

[hypoxic]

[ he hadn't initially paid any regard to the shift in her demeanor, but the lack of a flinch absolutely warrants notice. She doesn't withdraw the way she normally does. He's lost too much of his standing, surely.

But he needs her. The trouble is that she knows he needs her. It means she has him at a disadvantage. She wouldn't ask for something from him otherwise.]

I tend not to trust anyone as a matter of principle. [ trust is a vulnerability. ] But be direct about it. Ophelia is the priority. What do you propose?

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[She sighs before placing her hand against his chest.]

In order to do a locator spell for her, I need something of hers. You don't have anything that she literally owns here in Wonderland. So I was thinking we could use something a little more ... figurative.

[hypoxic]

[ it's here that she's found a blind spot. He looks down at her hand, but the metaphor is lost on him. It makes his throat grow tight. Is she taking the piss right now?? ]

Why are you touching me?

[ for all of his life spent entrenched in data, figurative language sails over his head still. ]

it's heartbrake warfare | for klaus

[deathlessness]

[Early in the morning, on the first day of the event, when Freya wakes up in a room with a giant heart bed and no closet to hide a certain mad scientist:]

I lost Fitz.

[poppycock]

( considering he and caroline woke up next to a sex swing, klaus is unsurprised to be receiving this message. doesn't make it welcome.

he sighs. vacation will have to wait. ) Lovely. Any idea where he might go?

[deathlessness]

Honestly, I don't know if he has any allies left. Did you see anyone speaking with him at the ball?

[poppycock]

A few. ( he was watching, of course. ) Jessica, Cisco, some young brunette.

[deathlessness]

[Jessica wouldn't help him - but she may kill him if she's given the opportunity. Cisco is questionable but he might take a question from Freya better than an interrogation from Klaus.]

I'll check with Cisco. You track down our mystery brunette?

[poppycock]

( who wouldn't take a question from freya better than an interrogation from klaus tbh )

Gladly. ( and with that, he'll be on his way. )

[outstandingbalance]

[If he's out, he's bound to run into something. Not Fitz, but someone. Natasha has the look of someone who's looking for something too.

She's not sure what yet, but she has the feeling she'll know it when she sees it.]

[poppycock]

( klaus knows it when he sees it: he sees that redhead. he was watching the doctor quite observantly on new year's eve and while he was unable to overhear every conversation in which he partook, klaus made an effort to note each of his social liaisons.

he stops at the mouth of a hallway, cognizant of the heartbeat and breath of another. when he spots natasha, he stalks down the hall after her. ) You. ( not quite a friendly greeting, but honestly more respectable than can be expected from klaus atm. he stops in front of her. ) What's your name?