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entrancelogs2014-10-13 06:44 pm
fantoche) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-13 06:44 pm
[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.]
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.]
Re: [Action] :D
Let's just say staying indoors hasn't been a comfortable experience for her of late.
[Action]
"If I can find the source of the magic here, I might be able to make some progress."
[Action]
Witches. Still so on her shitlist right now. Although Davina was luckily the exception to that.
[Action]
"Have you run into any other supernatural creatures here?"
Re: [Action]
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."
[Action]
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."
Re: [Action]
"...Or I can show you where Klaus is staying if you want to stay on the opposite end of the house."
[Action]
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.