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[semi-open] I was looking for a breath of a life

Who: Davina Claire + YOU!!!! (Minus the thing closed to Rebekah Mikaelson)
Where: Closed - the garden, Open - the roof
When: October 13th afternoon into late evening
Rating: PG-13/R-ish - mentions of blood, death, general angsty angst - will update as needed.
Summary: Davina reviving in Wonderland and coping with things...
The Story:

CLOSED TO REBEKAH:

She lets out a small groan as she moves, the air chilled against her damp skin. She remembers a flash of pain and then darkness. A cold, unwelcoming darkness. The Ancestors had been so angry with her, calling her actions a betrayal to the coven. The coven that betrayed her first.

She hadn't asked to be lied to, almost killed, and then hunted. She hadn't asked for her own mother to deceive her - offer her up to have her throat slit for the betterment of the coven. For the enrichment of their own powers with no guarantee of their return from death. While the choices she'd made after her rescue hadn't exactly been positive, they'd been hers. Or at least that's what she kept telling herself. That she hadn't been a puppet for Marcel - a weapon he could load with just enough ammunition to make her dangerous.

There was so much more to it than the Ancestors could possibly understand. And yet, they'd seen fit to punish her rather than the elders for what happened. Threatened to take away her magic. Punish her if she acted out against the coven again. It wasn't an empty threat, that much was sure. It had left her shaking, everything so uncertain.

She gasps, shooting upright in the bed of flowers, eyes wild with panic. They dart around looking for something familiar - anything to give her a location. Tell her she was at home - that this wasn't just another way of the Ancestors punishing her. She pushes herself to an upright position, arms wrapping around her midsection as damp hair clings to her face. Tears begin to freely flow as she realizes she's not home - that the revival hadn't worked.

"Marcel? Marcel - where are you?"

When there's no response other than a soft breeze, she tests her magic a little by reaching out - trying to find him. After a moment, it's clear he's not here - so she does the only other thing she can think of... She screams.

OPEN:

She needed air - opting to go up rather than out. After 8 months in an attic, it was almost natural to want to go to the highest point - it almost seemed safer even if it wasn't true. She needed to think, clear her head and get out of her room. A room that reminded her too much of everything at home. Of what she'd lost thanks to Klaus.

She didn't want to forget - wouldn't forget - taking the violin that had appeared in her room and a blanket with her as she climbed the stairs to the roof.

She settles in towards an edge, watching quietly as her fingers toy with the violin in her lap - a small sound escaping from the instrument occasionally when her fingers brush the strings. It doesn't take her long to get lost in thought, grateful for the darkness as a mask for the few tears that slip out.

There had to be a way home. She couldn't give up - not yet.

[ooc: If you'd rather run into her somewhere other than the roof, she will have had to travel from the 2nd floor up, with a stop to the kitchen on her way back down before heading back to her room. Feel free to throw up a top level somewhere else if you so choose. Also no preference on prose or action - your pick.

Bonus! As a general note, feel free to have heard the scream in the garden - especially if your character is supernatural. Also people are welcome to notice the small touch of magic from when she reached out in search of Marcel.]

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Billy liked the roof, it was usually quiet, and away from people when he wanted to be alone, plus being this high up reminded him of home. Even if he didn't have a skyline to look at. It was nice in the evening, the stars were something he never saw in New York City, even though they weren't the same stars from home.

He didn't expect to find anyone up there, and he didn't recognize her. There had been a lot of new arrivals in the past few weeks, and there were a lot more people he still hadn't met that had been here longer than him.

"Hey," he said, trying not to startle her.

Her eyes dart to the new person, everything stilling as she takes a moment to sense if he's a vampire - focusing on just that. It was easier right now with getting back into the swing of using her magic, adjusting to the change in power that came with her resurrection.

"Sorry, I didn't know anyone else was up here."

"Don't apologize," he said adopting an easy smile. "No one is usually up there. It's a nice place to escape to. Are you new?" He walked closer hesitating before sitting down on the edge of the roof a little ways away from her. He didn't want to intrude on her.

"That obvious?" She watches him sit down, almost glad at the little break from the seeming parade of people from home. "I got here this afternoon." She doesn't go into how she woke up or just what she'd been through before - not sure who to trust right now.

"Not really, I just haven't seen you around. I've been here for about four months so far." He glanced at her. "I'm Billy." He wants to put her at ease, he remembers what it was like the first few days, not knowing who to trust or who anyone was, or really where they are. He still doesn't believe it most days.

"Davina." If he knew just who, or what, else was here with her, that uneasiness would still be around if he knew what was good for his own well being. People, especially humans, had a hard time surviving around Originals.

"What's it like here?" There had to be things that Rebekah hadn't covered - preferring to get a second opinion just to be safe.

"It's nice to meet you, Davina. Where are you from?" He's curious. "When are you from too?" She looked like she could have been from a world that was contemporary to his but he's never sure,

"It's not bad here," he says, answering her question. "I mean, I'm sure there are worse places you could be stuck. I've been stuck in worse places. The closets give you anything you could want or need, and most of the people here are friendly and interesting. The only thing is the events. Every other week or so this place likes to throw something at us from one of our worlds. Sometimes it throws us in an alternate world with no memory of who we were. Or it could take our powers, or make us sing spontaneously. It threw us back into the old west once and we had to travel to Oregon." Not his favorite event.

"New Orleans, 2013. And I just got out of a worse place to be stuck." The closets were still something she was figuring out, attempting to pin down the magic it uses. Curious if that could be refocused towards helping them all get home... Not that she was all that interested in what was possibly waiting for her there.

While she was here, though, it wouldn't hurt to try and branch out from the old ones - make some new associations, possibly even new friends. Although she was going to be careful with that one in case Klaus decided to repeat history.

"Has anyone ever escaped?" There's a pause as she debates her second question. "What kind of music do you like?"

Smooth.

"People leave, so I guess that's like escaping, but it depends on Wonderland. It just sends them back with no warning." He pauses thinking about how Teddy is gone right now. "It sent my boyfriend back home a few days ago."

He raises his eyebrow at her second question, odd thing to ask but at the same time not. "I like, well I usually go for a lot of indie stuff, I'm from New York City so it's easy to go find some really good music that hasn't really hit the airwaves yet. I guess I also like some top 40 stuff too, depending on the artist."

She tucks away the information about people leaving, Boyfriend... It earns a small smile from her, though it's accompanied by a small pang of homesickness. She missed Josh, wished he was here with her even if that was totally selfish.

"Do you ever listen to house music?" She's definitely not interviewing him for the position of a new sort of bestie. Definitely. "Sorry... You just... You remind me of someone I know."

"Uh, only when I'm dragged to a club, which isn't often because I'm a terrible dancer. Really, no one wants to see that." He grinned at her, she seemed sweet, and she smiled when he said boyfriend and didn't look at him in disgust, which definitely won her points."Do I? A friend back home?"

"Yeah... Josh. He's - he's great. We've been through a lot." In the short time they'd known each other, they'd experienced what felt like a lifetime of trauma and pain. It brought people closer together if it didn't destroy them in the process.

There's a beat as she recalls something he said, giving him a bit of a look. "You guys really got thrown into the old west?"

"He could show up here, not that you should want that or anything, but it's easier being here when you have a friend." He knew he would have been lost when he first got here if it hadn't been for Kate.

"Yeah, I think they were trying to teach us about westward expansion. It sucked."

In a selfish way, she'd love to see him here - someone that wasn't an old one or the not-wife of one. They were all connected in a way she wasn't and if she was ever successful in her plan for destroying Klaus, it might be nice to have at least one friend from home.

"No, I wouldn't wish this on him. I don't really think the Old West would have suited him." Or her for that matter. "I feel like there's easier ways to teach people about expansion."

Hayley had heard the scream - with her new enhanced hearing, it had been pretty impossible not to, especially when that voice was at least a little familiar. She follows the sound of it, although it takes her some time, because she's still getting her bearings in this place, and is wandering out from the Manor when she spots the girl in the white dress.

"Davina?"

She's still almost in shock when she sees another familiar face, although not the one she'd been hoping for.

"Hayley."

Klaus' not-wife who is also not pregnant. There's a slight look of concern as she stares for a moment, trying to sense a second heartbeat.

"What happened to the baby?" That's not the only thing that had changed, that look of concern shifting to something closer to heightened tension. "You're a hybrid."

Subtle way to say hello, Davina. Really subtle.

It wasn't the greeting she'd been expecting, and the words dropped out there in the air so bluntly between them had her stopping short and paling abruptly as she stared at the girl. Emotion flickers in her gaze for a moment - rage and grief and all very real, because it's still so fresh. The lie is easy to tell when the ache is still so visceral. There's no hesitation in selling the story she's been telling since the night her baby had been born.

"She's dead. The witches killed her. And me."

She'd struck a nerve, that much was painfully obvious. There's no backpedaling though, no fear as she watches the emotions scroll across her face. She can't say she's surprised to hear it - they'd been pretty determined to do whatever they thought was necessary - especially if the order was coming down from the Ancestors. Even if it meant taking the life of an innocent child.

There'd been a reason she'd gone against her coven.

"I'm sorry." Although the apology won't bring the baby back - won't turn her back to being a werewolf. "I'm going to destroy them all." She's not sure how yet, but it's going to happen.

"Yeah, well. I suppose it depends on which of us gets to them first, doesn't it?" Hayley countered, her tone a hint more sharp than she intended - her rage isn't focused on Davina. That would just be stupid, especially when the girl had been as much a victim to the witches manipulations as anyone. They'd killed her too, after all.

Hayley crosses her arms over her chest and shakes her head. "Ether way, as long as they end up dead, I suppose we'll both sleep better at night, right? And it's something that's now on hold anyway, since we're stuck here. Don't suppose you know any handy spells that can get us out of here and home again, do you?"

She couldn't argue with that, knowing Hayley would have an easier time destroying them than her - especially with the Ancestors watching her every move. There's a nod of agreement about sleeping better at night, knowing there'd be a peace she'd never felt before with them gone.

Even if her mother ended up dying along with the rest of them. She'd be one step closer to a normal life.

"I'm working on it." She needed to see where she was at power-wise after the resurrection, knowing three of the four elements she used to house were gone. The fire was there, buried deep - it was just a matter of focusing to bring it out. Find the strength of her magic and continue working on it until the confidence she once had returned. "It's unlike anything I've ever dealt with or felt before."

"What, this place or your magic?" Hayley asks, because she's not really sure how this whole thing works - to either answer. Magic is something she neither trusts or likes, and considering it's so prevalent here... Well.

Let's just say staying indoors hasn't been a comfortable experience for her of late.

"Both." She needed to sit down and actually figure out where she stood with her powers. They were there, but it felt different - new and unfamiliar - like everything else around here.

"If I can find the source of the magic here, I might be able to make some progress."

Hayley holds her hands up with a faint grimace. "Sorry. Don't think there's much I can do about that, magic doesn't usually have a scent to follow and that's usually about as useful as I can be when it comes to magic."

Witches. Still so on her shitlist right now. Although Davina was luckily the exception to that.

It's interesting to her that magic doesn't have a scent, although she doesn't usually think about things in those kinds of terms. It draws her attention towards another topic.

"Have you run into any other supernatural creatures here?"

"Yeah," Hayley answers, tucking her hands back into her jeans once more. "There's other weres here, at least. Although I'm not sure all of them are wolves? And they're not... they're not like the kinds back home. It's different."

Not that Davina had had all that many interaction with the wolves, but even Hayley was still trying to wrap her head around the changes alternate universes seemed to be providing in this place.

"Otherwise, there's supposedly other magic users here. And a lot of different things, things the we might not even have at home. I'm pretty sure I've barely scratched the surface of most of it."

Different. Figures it wouldn't be something simple like what she already knew. It would just be another thing to add to her list in the meantime - figuring out what went bump in the night here and how to possibly destroy it if needed.

And she thought the old ones were a handful. She at least knew how to handle them.

"I've felt it - the other magic users. Nothing major, but they're definitely here. Varying levels of power - it's..." She takes a breath looking around a little. "It's weird. I don't like it here."

"Join the club," Hayley drawls, rolling her eyes. "Look, just be careful, alright? If you want, I can show you where Rebekah and I have rooms, if you wanna stick close?"

"...Or I can show you where Klaus is staying if you want to stay on the opposite end of the house."

"Rebekah set me up in room number 2 across the hall... But she didn't show me Klaus was staying. It'd definitely be good to know if you're willing."

Good for a multitude of reasons, not all of which include avoiding him. It's easier to focus a spell if she can visualize the room.

Not that she's planning on casting any spells soon, but it never hurt to be prepared.

The name being called caught her attention first and foremost; it was only half a moment later that Rebekah realized she recognized the voice. The scream seals it. Of course, she could think of no one else who would call out to Marcel first and foremost in their time of need; she wasn't even certain she would do it herself if the need was great enough. That would have meant she trusted him to come when she needed him most, and he had already proven to her that she could not. She would never be first--

But Davina. Davina might be.

She interrupted her own walk through the garden to change her course, turning immediately towards the witch's voice as she wound her way among the flowers, following the path with a steadily increasing urgency until she was sure she was close. "Davina!"

And there, finally -- upon turning another corner, there she was, looking lost and distressed and everything one would expect of a young girl who'd found herself so far from home with no familiar face to turn to. Rebekah huffed a sigh, dropping into a low crouch and holding a hand out to her, offering to help her up.

"Come on. You can't stay out here all night."

She stills, eyes darting towards the voice. Her fingertips are practically burning with magic - prepared for almost anything... Almost. She concentrates on her breathing, on letting her defense melt away before she accepts Rebekah's hand - unsure of what state her magic was in after her death. The words of the Ancestors still linger in the back of her mind, sending a shiver down her spine as she finally accepts the help up.

Her arms wrap around her midsection once she's up, not wanting to maintain the contact - not wanting to possibly hurt Rebekah. It was for her own good... Everyone's really.

Her voice is quiet as she gives a small sniffle, not bother to wipe at her face.

"Where am I?"

"You won't believe me if I tell you," Rebekah informs her, matter-of-fact as she watches the girl slowly pull herself together, tears shining brightly on the young witch's face. She purses her lips, reaching to pull a handkerchief from one of her pockets, offering it by simply extending her hand.

"I'll give you a moment to get your bearings first. I stormed around the place shouting for some form of retribution after I woke up; it didn't do me much good. I'm sure you can begin to imagine what sort of place this must be if I didn't make much headway." She offers the girl a wry half-smile, the boast itself tongue-in-cheek and yet with some degree of truth to it.

"Are you hurt?"

She gladly takes the handkerchief, murmuring a small thank you as she wipes at her face. There's a stillness that takes over as she listens, processing what she said - what kind of place this must be if an old one didn't make a splash on arriving.

It was unnerving.

Davina mulls over the question, trying to put together a response that made sense. "Not physically, no." Emotions were a whole different story after her time with the Ancestors, a small shiver washing over her as she remembers the darkness - the chill that accompanied it.

"Good. We'll deal with the rest as best we can."

Physically was, for the moment, what mattered. Even without having to suffer the transition from New Orleans to this place, Rebekah knew that emotionally, things were already difficult. Davina had seen a great deal more in her young life than most girls ever did, something Rebekah sympathized with. Any chance she'd ever had at a normal life had been cut short too, and she hadn't been much older than Davina herself.

"We shouldn't stay here," she says simply. "You'll catch cold out here; let's get you inside and cleaned up and I'll explain what I can."

It might have sounded brusque or uncaring, but letting Davina sit out here drowning herself in her own tears wasn't doing either of them any favors. Once the girl was comfortable, Rebekah would help her to get her bearings as best she could, though that was easier said than done considering she was still in the process of getting her own.

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Wasn't that how it always went? Get through what they can and figure out the rest later? See what kind of fall-out they'll have to deal with? She knew how this story went, and it usually ended with her getting the short end of the stick somehow. She could only allow herself a little hope that the trust she'd placed in Rebekah wouldn't fall apart like it had with everyone else.

Only time would tell.

"Ok." There's no point in arguing and definitely no point in staying outside in the cold. Of the people she could have asked to show up, she's realistically in the top 3. It's a bleak thought, a homage to what her life had become. She would happily settle for a shower and possibly some food - clean clothes. Basics.

"Are there rooms here?"

Her scream had caught his attention immediately, the sound familiar and one he didn't expect to hear. That didn't mean he felt particularly interested in going to see the young witch to make sure she was all right.

It's a few hours later, after a visit from his sister when she insisted he leave Davina alone, to refrain from torturing her further, that he takes a trip up to the roof. There's an instinctual need to rebel against the request, but he and Rebekah are on some shaky ground and amazingly enough, he would rather not be in a fight with both of his siblings.

Once he opens the door to the roof, however, he has to roll his eyes. He'd only come up for some air, perhaps taking some time to observe the grounds at large before he figured out what he was going to do with his evening. Her scent, and that of the tears she's trying to hide, has him almost turning right back around.

Which seems very much like he was running away from an emotional teenager. That just won't do.

Instead, he approaches her, hands in his jacket pockets and expression neutral. If they're to co-exist here in some manner that doesn't involve her trying to melt his brain into a puddle, then they need to be on the same page. He doesn't speak, instead preferring to let her initiate the conversation, giving him an idea on what direction to take for this particular conversation.

Her eyes dart to the door, everything going on high alert the moment he sets foot on the roof. There's a temptation to blow him off the roof, throw everything she has at him - let him take the brunt of her fear and frustration. Her grief.

Logic wins out, though, knowing she's trapped with no hope of escape - futile as it may have been in New Orleans, it'd been a possibility. The rules changed with the environment, having to be smarter about how she was going to get her revenge.

If he's expecting something simple to start the conversation, he's mistaken. She takes his silence as an opportunity, teenage emotions winning out over logic of playing nice.

"You didn't have to kill him."

Of all the things she could have said, this was it. He would have preferred a little back and forth of working out a deal rather than jumps straight into a discussion on how much of a monster he is.

He's well aware. It's a matter of pride at this point, owning up to what he is rather than play pretend like many would.

"You'll find there isn't much I have to do." Is said before he grits his teeth, forcing himself to keep from adding "I only do what I wish". His sister's annoying demands still ringing in his ears. The boy's life was nothing, meaningless in the grand scheme of things, but now he's been berated about it so much at this point he regrets it. Only because of the constant stream of disappointment he has to hear when tied to it.

"Davina." He takes a few steps closer before stopping, keeping a wary eye on her just in case. "Whatever our history, we are now in a situation that requires our efforts to be focused elsewhere."

She's not going to waste her breath with back and forths with him. Although, it might have been smarter to waste the time than jump right in. Especially when he says that. She's already standing, the winding starting to pick up ever so slightly around them. She may not be anywhere near full strength - her powers still incredibly shaky, but he didn't need to know that.

She was going to find a way to kill him. It was only a matter of time. Something that didn't require a white oak stake - something... Everything had a loophole - you just had to find it.

"You just expect me to shove that under the rug? Pretend it didn't happen for the greater good of everyone else here?" There's another whip of wind as her volume increases, sharper than before to remind him that they're on an open roof. While fear dampened her powers, he was definitely pushing her buttons - anger having always amplified her powers.

One day, perhaps, he will never have to hear about the death of this human boy. Humans mean little to him, a hypocritical thought when one considers how drawn he is to Cami, but that's a special circumstance in his mind.

Her outburst is met with irritated, the wind a very clear sign that her powers are far from weak. Klaus doesn't exactly want to be tossed over the side, so he needs to work a bit of diplomacy.

Not his strongest suit.

"No, I don't." The truth, as rare as it can be coming from him. "However, unless you prefer to be stuck here in such close quarters, finding a way out should be priority."

Then they can go back to their regularly scheduled trying to find a way to kill him. He doesn't think she'll succeed, naturally - there have been many take on the task through the years only to fail.

The wind stills a little, knowing Rebekah wouldn't probably like it if she threw her brother off the roof. It was also easier to leave him thinking she was more powerful than she actually was right now - make him think she could still bring forth his shifting with a slight gesture.

She crosses her arms over her chest, her way of letting him know she was willing to stand down if he was... For now.

"I'm working on it." She needed to find the source of the magic for a start, build up her own powers to start testing it - seeing if it could be manipulated without killing her in the process. "It'll take some time."

Willing is stretching it a bit for him, but forced cooperation is needed regardless. He can't let her attack him without retaliation, but there's the problem of his family coming down on him for such actions in the most recent past.

There's not one member of his family that could be considered a pillar of goodness, even with his brother's more recent effort to be so. Rebekah has tampered down on her own impulses, though much like him she tends toward a tantrum or two when the occasion calls for it. There's a slightly hypocritical tinge that he sees when he looks at his family now, remembering the years where they were just as vicious and bloodthirsty as he is.

All of that is moot at this point, since it's just him and Davina and a rooftop he would prefer to leave of his own accord.

"Reassuring." It's said mildly with no hint of sarcasm whatsoever, even if it's meant in that way. Witches with their what ifs, and maybes, and what not. In a word - annoying. "I doubt there's a grimoire about that could give you much information on this particular predicament."

There's no way they'd make it that easy, giving her a guide to reversing the magic. Although she wasn't planning on discussing anything related to a grimoire - for here or otherwise - with him. Elijah had been an exception, their deal one she trusted to be valid.

"No. It's gonna take more than a grimoire to get out of here. I need to figure out what kind of magic this place is running on."

She may not like him, but it's possible that if she tells him he might be able to offer some insight down the road. Since they were all truly in this mess together. Every little bit of info helped - even if it came from someone she planned on destroying.

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[Action] A little after the garden?

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