entrancelogs | [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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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.

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

[Action] A little after the garden?

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Re: [Action] ahahaha hello to you too

[Action] she's so subtle

Re: [Action] well they have that in common at least

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