[The evening has been winding down, the hour stretching late, and Cami has nearly decided to take her leave when chaos erupts around them. This is not the typical Wonderland fare, violence so easily blamed on some personality-altering event. No, the danger now is of a far worse kind, the unbridled rage that simply exists within a creature of immense power, one too strong to be stopped.
Two too strong; with horror Cami recognizes both the attacker and the attacked, catching sight of both Klaus and Lucifer before speed blurs their movements, then blood.
For far too many passing moments she watches in transfixed horror, far too weak to join the fight, to somehow sway either side to stopping. But her humanity doesn’t leave her powerless; she can still act, to follow those who have chosen to flee this room, albeit for a different purpose. She runs on delicate heels, the airy fabric of her dress dancing out behind her as she races through halls and up stairs.
Pockets, she thinks in the same way she would curse. Next time a dress with pockets to hold her phone.]
FREYA! REBEKAH! [Cami shouts out their names even before she’s gotten the door to their floor open. Thankfully none of their rooms are far in, and Cami can only hope the pair have both retired to their own beds tonight. She gasps for air between nearly every word, but still cries out all the same. Few things within any world have the power to end Klaus Mikaelson; Cami somehow suspects Lucifer might manage it.]
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Two too strong; with horror Cami recognizes both the attacker and the attacked, catching sight of both Klaus and Lucifer before speed blurs their movements, then blood.
For far too many passing moments she watches in transfixed horror, far too weak to join the fight, to somehow sway either side to stopping. But her humanity doesn’t leave her powerless; she can still act, to follow those who have chosen to flee this room, albeit for a different purpose. She runs on delicate heels, the airy fabric of her dress dancing out behind her as she races through halls and up stairs.
Pockets, she thinks in the same way she would curse. Next time a dress with pockets to hold her phone.]
FREYA! REBEKAH! [Cami shouts out their names even before she’s gotten the door to their floor open. Thankfully none of their rooms are far in, and Cami can only hope the pair have both retired to their own beds tonight. She gasps for air between nearly every word, but still cries out all the same. Few things within any world have the power to end Klaus Mikaelson; Cami somehow suspects Lucifer might manage it.]
Lucifer is trying to kill Klaus!