Lua Harvelle

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[itslovemorrison]

the magic box had taken a hit during the earthquake and the place was a mess. determined to try and get some semblance of order back in place, love had taken it upon herself to tidy up.

sweeping up broken glass and ruined herbs, she looked up when she heard the bell above the door chime and gave a smile

"i promise it normally looks way better than this"

@havensdalestarters

[lua-harvelle-hih]

"Woah, hold on," this was Lua's lucky day, turns out. Lucky week, in fact, as the quake had left so many goodies just laying about the town. "I'm not above floor herbs, and I figure herbs for magic potions are probably of a higher quality than whatever's in the grocery store. Which is never free, by the way."

Lua rummaged through the pile Love had so diligently swept together. "I don't suppose some tarragon fell victim to to the wreckage?" Getting way ahead of herself as usual, Lua managed to check herself and took a moment to smile up at Love before continuing her foraging, "hi, how are you? How are tricks? There's nothing quite like a witch and her broom, am I right? Not that I would know. I can pretend though."

[gregporter]

Now, it wasn't lost on Greg that when Lua did eventually open this dumpster, she was going to be majorly disappointed. He could only hope that she didn't immediately close the lid again. The smell of stale beer was getting unbearable, and that was saying something considering how long he'd worked at Franks'. "Two conditions," he mumbled to himself - no, wait! - three conditions. Greg listened intently as Lua spoke, making her very important demands. It seemed like stuff he could still deliver good on, even if he wasn't really a mystical trash god. "I accept your three conditions! You can have as much cra- treasures, as you want, hence forth and in perp...endicular-ly. Um, so, do we have a deal?"

[lua-harvelle-hih]

Once the magical words were uttered by the dumpster, Lua put all her strength to pushing the debris off - which frankly, with no supernatural powers to rely on, was pretty impressive for your run of the mill human. The leftover debris fell to the floor - luckily still in one piece - and Lua heaved the lid open only to be met by a strangely familiar sight - Greg. Porter. "Greg. Porter." Her face portrayed her sudden willingness to let the lid fall flat yet again, but damn, the forlorn look on his face gave her pause. "You consider yourself treasure?"

[kxllercarmen]

Carmen couldn't help laughing at her unfortunate yet true evaluation. Her boys could handle a lot, stand up with the best, and get the job done. Mostly. "I keep telling Henderson he needs to learn when to leave well enough alone," Carmen chastised regarding Lua's latest victim. "Or at least to try zigging instead of zagging, fuck sake." Carmen flashed a playful grin at Lua's question, "Are you threatening me with a good time?"

She flexed her hand, there was only a little blood but better to clean it up. "Let me at least get the blood back inside my body. I'll take the moonshine." Carmen moved around her to take a seat on her impressive porch, patting the space beside her with her good hand. "You really did beautiful work."

[lua-harvelle-hih]

"Henderson? Dude's got two left legs! Well... One now, I guess." She took a bite out of her carrot, contemplating feeling guilt about the situation but there was none to find. Her property was lined with warning signs - what more could she reasonably do? She snorted then at Carmen, enthused. "Aren't I always?"

Lua procured a hip flask from her back pocket, handing it to Carmen. "This one's for your boo-boo," and then she procured another, identical, hip flask, crudely etched with a skull and bones, again offering it to her lady visitor. "This one's for drinking." Stella's homebrewing skills were dubious at best, and likely not safe for consumption, but Lua made it her business to carry both their creations. She'd rather her enemies take a chance on Stella's inconspicuous hand sanitizer than the good stuff though, if they ever got to her ass, hence the ingenious marketing strategy. Taking the seat as instructed like a good little lamb, she cooed. "Aww thanks. It was a bitch to carry but worth every step." Her hands traced over the warm wooden deck with appreciation. "Anyway, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"

[gregporter]

At the sound of another voice, Greg flailed frantically, moving the trash around him. Was that Lua Harvelle? It took him a minute to realise that she wasn't talking to him, no, she was talking to the dumpster. Greg let out an unexpected laugh, wondering if she'd be more inclined to help him, Greg Porter, or him, the sentient dumpster. "Thank you, that's- that's very comforting!" he shouted back, trying again to push the lid up to no luck. "Any chance you can come over and check, anyways? Maybe lift it up, set me free. Please, set me free."

[lua-harvelle-hih]

The sudden commotion from inside the dumpster gave Lua pause - had she angered the trash gods? That would be truly devastating, and an insurmountable loss. Scared that she'd overstepped, she remained at a safe distance until the dumpster laughed, and soaked in the immense sense of relief that enveloped her when it finally spoke again. Those sweet, sweet thank yous. Sounding a lot like the bartender though, but she hadn't time to dwell on that right now - She had a dumpster to save, but more importantly, a deal to strike. "Sure," she agreed, "on... two conditions." She examined the debris sat unmoving atop the lid, impressed with its potential. "Three conditions." Lua straightened her jacket, readying herself for some hardcore negotiations. "Firstly, I'll remove this thingy here if I get to keep it. Second, I want one of your treasures once you're... free. Third, I want free reign on your contents from hence forth and in perpetuity."

[gregporter]

Now, don't ask Greg how this happened. He's not really 100% sure how it happened. There he was, taking out the trash behind Franks' a half hour before curfew. He was leaning over (too far, as he now knew!) when suddenly the whole damn town decided to shake. One thing led to another, and, well... The joke was not lost on him. A former trash king stuck inside a dumpster and all. Whatever had fallen on the lid was too heavy for him to shift and at this point, he was resolved to the fact he lived here now.

And then he heard someone outside and yelled- "Help!" @havensdalestarters

[lua-harvelle-hih]

Lua had been making a habit of visiting Frank's, all but its interior anyway, on her way home for curfew. Today was no different - those bartenders threw away the best stuff, however, the earth shaking did fumble her approach. Lua didn't mind the shaking in the sense that it didn't occur to her as strange. Mother Nature was angry, and rightfully so. They might be living under a dome but global warming was still a dark, looming reality. What was strange, however, was the familiar yet usually inert dumpster suddenly speaking. Yelling. Pleading. She approached with care, as if a sentient dumpster might somehow be more trouble than the usual vampires, werewolves and whatnots roaming the woods after dark. If they were real. No one had ever really told her conscious dumpsters weren't a possibility, and if they were real then Lua was determined to get on their good side to secure her future treasures. "It's okay," Lua spoke reassuringly to the dumpster. "It was just a little earthquake. Your lid's gonna be just fine."

[d-ylanmccreery]

Lua didn't even have to say anything, just her presence as she followed them around had Dylan fighting laughter. When she spoke about greasing up the car, he almost lost it entirely. "Don't worry, she knows her way around a grease can." Shockingly, the customer turned down the drive home, and Dylan could only hope they made it back safely. His laugh finally erupted from him as he turned back to his friend. "Grease it all up?"

[lua-harvelle-hih]

"I sure do," Lua concurred, saluting the customer as they left. She lost her composure the second Dylan lost his, beaming with joy at the sound of his laughter. "All of it, Dylan. That's a lot of grease to invoice for. Dollar straight into your slippery pockets when you're done." She lifted herself onto the hood of the nearest car, sitting pretty with her feet swaying in tune to the ease of living this little life. "You can repay me by teaching me how to make a spinny thing. Y'know, with the belt around the wheels. Runs on fuel I'll be syphoning out of this sucker later," she slapped the hood, hoping he'd overlook the finer details of that statement. "I'm sick and tired of turning my own rotisserie chicken. Do you have any idea how long that takes over a fire?"

[kxllercarmen]

Carmen was standing in the woods, about a half centimetre from the perimeter of Lua Harvelle's cabin. She was taking a steadying breath, a wolfish grin on her face as she prepared to face the obstacles. Now, Carmen appreciated her boys back at HQ, but they never should have been out here. Only an amateur didn't know when to sidestep a spike. "Here we go," she said under her breath. And just like that, she was off.

With ease, she ducked and weaved, rolled and dodged her way across Lua's front lawn. Carmen was nearly there, leaping the last few steps of the way, but catching her hand. "Shit," she hissed, blood pooling on her palm. Not bad, though, she'd made worse time. With that in mind, she looked up to see the woman of the hour, her grin returning. "Make 'em harder for me next time." @lua-harvelle-hih

[lua-harvelle-hih]

Lua watched Carmen navigate her personal minefield from the comfort of her makeshift porch. Actually, it was a proper porch. A year back she'd spent the better part of a month disassembling, transporting, and reassembling it from one of the many houses lost to the dome - their owners wouldn't miss it, having forgotten about Havensdale altogether, so no harm done there. It was, without a doubt, the most impressive structure on her claimed property, and it is where Lua would spend most of her downtime, snacking on homegrown produce and watching suckers like Carmen trial their way to her doorstep.

Lua grimaced as Carmen's hand caught, feeling the second-hand sting tickle through her arm, glad it wasn't her. "Harder?" She scoffed, pushing herself off the timber post that had been supporting her weight. Real oak. Couldn't beat it. "Your boys can't handle harder." Carmen was one of few people Lua could bring herself to admire, but her boys left much to be wanted, as her traps had proved time and time again. She'd make it harder though. Without a doubt. "Need me to kiss it better?" She asked, not respecting authority, and pointing the carrot she'd been snacking on to Carmen's hand. "Or, like, there's moonshine."

[sinfulbcll]

"Lua," Stella chastised, but in all honesty, she did adore the drama. How these two had become friends, Stella still couldn't quite pinpoint. She did very much enjoy her company, even if the flannels left something to be desired. "Fine, fine. I wouldn't want your baseball cap to burst into flames should you cross the threshold-" she said while standing, grabbing the bread basket for the road- "You'll at least try the bruschetta?" Stella waved back to whoever was left on shift before exiting with her. "Come on then, before the rumours spread about you."

[lua-harvelle-hih]

Lua responded to being chastised with a forceful wave to get Stella going. No time to lose when stakes were this high. While Lua wasn't sure Nathan even knew who she was, she wasn't keen on finding out. Her shoulders finally dropped once Stella made it outside, and she could take a second to appreciate her most unlikely friend, dressed to perfection - though hardly weatherproof. "I'm usually not above bruschetta but you can keep your blood bread to yourself." Sure, they weren't diamonds, and sure, the basket smelled like a gluten fuelled ecstasy, but Lua had principles. Besides, she'd brought an apple and two boiled eggs in her backpack. "That was so nearly embarrassing. Imagine if someone gets hold of the CCTV footage." She started walking down the road, assuming Stella was following. "You're not really dressed for a hike, you know? I'm feeling bog-witchy, anyway. We can make homebrew."

[lost-boy-andrew]

Andrew wasn't often caught up in his thoughts after spending most of his life on the run for one reason or another. He was often driven by his instincts or desires instead of fully thinking out a move. He had been stuck in his loyalty to Oliver for such a long time, his gratefulness to the people in Havensdale that had helped him. The idea of turning against any of the people who had helped him had paralyzed him from doing anything.

"Sorry, um what were you saying? I kind of got lost."

[lua-harvelle-hih]

"I said," Lua, kneeling over her backpack, looked up to Andrew with a furrowed brow, sighing, before repeating herself, "my chickens didn't lay any eggs this morning and I think they're stressed. Who wouldn't be? There was an explosion. Implosion. After all." She rummaged through the contents of her bag, procuring a rolled up piece of fabric. "And it's not as if they can fly right? Well, not far anyhow. They fucking well try though. Anyway. One got its head stuck in the fence." She closed her backpack shut, flinging it onto her shoulders before standing up, holding her roll like a baby in her arms. "Feathers everywhere, y'know? Rest of the chickens just stood there watching. Pecking. Clucking. So yeah, I think they're s-t-r-essed, right?"

[sinfulbcll]

"You can sit down, you know," she offered, quirking a perfectly shaped brow above her sunglasses. "I won't bite."

@havensdalestarters

[lua-harvelle-hih]

"I would never," Lua snapped, shuffling uncomfortably where she was standing at the threshold to hell (il Piacere), owned by the devil himself (Nathan Matthews). "It was torture enough meeting you here," her voice turned to a loud whisper as she spoke through the collar of her second favourite flannel shirt, afraid she might attract unwanted attention. She pulled her baseball cap ever further down in a bid to hide her face, "let's rock and roll, as the kids say, and fuck off."

[alison-halliday]

Alison had tried. She really did. But between the wreckage on one side and Lua Harvelle's less than helpful comments on the other, her patience was gone. As soon as Lua laughed, she found herself whirling around. "The gym wasn't locked up," she told the other woman, trying to keep her voice even, calm, but failing. "It was prom tonight. It was full of kids. And now....Now, they could be hurt or...or dead. Do you understand or do you still think it's just a fun little joke?"

[lua-harvelle-hih]

Lua's grin faltered as soon as the other woman swiftly turned to deliver the news. Miss Halliday was many things, but Lua had never found her intimidating until this very moment. The usual calmness of the teacher faltering under the burden of her words felt like maybe, maybe, this was more serious than Lua could ever have imagined. For a second she felt like she was about to receive detention. "Prom?" She repeated, eyes darting between the wreckage and Alison like the dots were slowly connecting. "That was tonight?" Lua stepped carefully on top of some rubble, eyes now transfixed on the vastness of the devastation in front of her, "well fuck. We should get help."

[liamblac-k]

Liam's hand immediately came up, ready to blast her back if she came at him with her knife, but at her realisation that he wasn't one of the bad guys, he relaxed. "Sorry. Didn't mean to-..." He made claw hands and mimicked jumping out at her. His mouth twitched, almost forming a smile. "Good thing your reflexes are so quick then. You good?" Liam scanned the surrounding area, making sure no one else was preparing to jump out at them. "Yeah, you're not wrong. That was definitely a magic weapon. Have you seen anyone shady around the school lately?"

[lua-harvelle-hih]

"Tell me 'bout it," Lua mimicked being frightened to death in response. "Yeah, no, I am good. You good?" she answered absentmindedly, not feeling good at all but she could talk to her pillow about that later. "A weapon? Wow," she turned again to behold the remnants of the school, "Magic, huh?" It did make some sense to her. A forgotten Bunsen burner could hardly have caused this much damage. She looked back to Liam, head tilted, "when you live in the woods everyone looks a bit shady, truth be told. Bad guys, good guys... all of them with some agenda. I saw some kids, like, a while ago, though. Pretty sure their agenda was fun but not, like, lets-blow-up-the-school-fun."

[alison-halliday]

There was so much to do, and, at the same time, it felt like there was nothing that Alison could do to improve the situation, not really. Really, the last thing she needed was that comment from Lua Harvelle of all people. "Is now really the time?" she asked, not even bothering to hide her frustration (not that it was Lua's fault, not entirely). "You might have missed it, but people are in trouble."

[lua-harvelle-hih]

"Yeah, now seems like the perfect time to question your work prospects, actually," Lua scoffed, both arms gesturing towards the rubble as if Alison's frustration towards her were thoroughly misplaced. "Relax, they lock this up tight after everyone leaves." Lua hadn't been a stranger to trying to loot the high school on duller evenings, but to her dismay the grounds had always remained annoyingly secure. Alison's dramatics had Lua laughing then, "oh yeah, bet my ass they're in trouble. Whoever did this is definitely fired, or expelled."

[n-athanmatthews]

Hearing the implosion, it didn't take Nathan long to gather his weapons and make his way towards the source of the commotion, but as quick as his response time was, the streets between il Piacere and Havensdale High School were overrun. He took a moment to breathe before he ran head first into the action, taking down as many monsters as he could on the way- not that it was easy when the only thing that really stuck these days was decapitation.

Up ahead, Nathan noticed a werewolf approaching someone and he called out, "Hey! Watch out!" He threw a dagger, that hit the wolf's throat. It knocked them back, but they wouldn't be down for long.

@havensdalestarters

[lua-harvelle-hih]

No one pissed Lua off quite like Nathan Matthews with his insurmountable wealth and apparent goddamn saviour complex as the dagger flew past her and saved her life. Annoying. "Gee thanks, Batman." For good measure, she flipped him off.

[liamblac-k]

Liam had been out in his car delivering pizza when the implosion sounded, causing him to swerve. Luckily, the streets had mostly been empty due to the curfew, but he almost took out a mailbox. "What the hell...?" Without hesitating, Liam turned the car around and headed in the direction of the commotion. It didn't take him long to realise he was on the way to Havensdale High School.

Getting out of his car, Liam couldn't have prepared himself for the carnage he stepped into. "What...?" He reached out to the nearest person, not quite touching them, but getting close enough to get their attention. "Hey, what the hell happened here?"

@havensdalestarters

[lua-harvelle-hih]

Lua stood quietly, overwhelmed by a feeling of dread slowly flowing through her as she came to realise maybe this wasn't a science project gone wrong. There was way too much running, screaming, and general unrest for this to be an accident. Liam Black snuck up on her then and instinct had her greet him with a drawn knife. "Oh fuck," she exclaimed, sheathing her trusty companion quickly, "almost risked you kicking my ass there for a second." Gesturing to the general destruction she shook her head defeatedly, "I've no idea, but it feels weird. Unnatural. Spicy. Intentional?"

[alison-halliday]

The prom had gone well, which was all she wanted, god knows the kids deserved it, and she had waved the final few couples home, packed up, prepared for a relaxing weekend of her own. She'd been one block away from the school when the explosion happened, had instantly whirled around and returned, running as fast as she could. Now, Alison stood in front of the ruins of the high school, unable to believe her eyes, sickened by the magic she felt.

@havensdalestarters

[lua-harvelle-hih]

Lua could scarcely believe her eyes as she was gazed across the warzone of the school grounds. She could see right through to the woods leading home to her hut - a great view under different circumstances, she thought. She finished the last bite of her apple, pocketing the core for her compost heap. As she was chewing, she spotted Miss Halliday. "So you're like... out of a job now, huh?"

[lua-harvelle-hih]

You cannot eat money, oh no When the last tree has fallen And the rivers are poisoned You cannot eat money, oh no