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[fiercerebekah]

             “Lorelai,”  Rebekah sauntered into her room at the Plantation, sporting a rather dramatic POUT.  “I need your help with something.  Think you can whip up a locater spell for me?”

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[fiercerebekah]

CHARACTER NAME: Lorelai Claybourne AGE: 24 SPECIES: Witch  ALLIANCE: Mikaelson BIO: When the virus broke out, Lorelai suddenly found herself being attacked by the reanimated corpses of the witches who’d despised her. With nowhere else to run, she chose to side with the Mikaelsons, who seemed like the only people powerful enough to protect themselves. FACECLAIM: Lyndsy Fonseca

ACCEPTED!!

[quarterwiitch-a-blog]

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Davina had only been shunned for a couple of weeks, but she had already begun her search for power. After searching through book after book she finally found a lead in the former of another shunned witch. Apparently she was who you came to when you needed a spell to dark to cast. Entering the abandoned building, she found herself alone in the place the witch was supposed to be. “Hello, is anyone there?”

[mirroredloyalty-blog]

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Such a peculiar place. The streets had the same sort of labyrinthine feel that the Fable was used to, and the same desperate crowds that seemed to mill around every shithole of a city. Most of the people looked as average as she did, bar the peculiar clothing that looked like something out of a Mundy video game. At least, everyone looked normal until she spotted a cloaked male, skin an unusual pallor, with horns protruding from his head. If anything, she’d liken him to a troll, if he weren’t so slender.

Putting a hand on her hip, she readily approached the male, curious, and determined to gather knowledge. After all, such a strange appearance would be enough for her to confirm the existence of other... unique beings that didn’t need to hide from human eyes, and that would be a very, very interesting revelation.

“Walk around like that in some places and someone’s likely to kill you, and mount that peculiar head of yours on their wall. Oh, how tragic that would be.” 

Whilst her voice was relatively merry in its tone, her words certainly were not, and the laugh that left her lips soon after was far from pleasant. 

"What I’m saying is you don’t exactly look like you belong around here. That skin... someone might just call you undead, if it weren’t for those horns. Can’t place you as a troll either though, so what sort of beast are you?”

[shewhotends]

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It was in a quiet corner of the city, in a slight little alleyway where Dolorosa had ducked to get away from the unending presence of aliens, that she saw him. It couldn’t possibly be, and yet why not? She was here, after all. The jadeblood hurried after the grey robe with the small horns poking out. She caught up with him in a few long strides, catching him by the shoulder, turning him about.

His face, his beautiful, grown face, as though a day had not passed- her eyes filled with tears as she embraced him, struggling to find the words. Eventually they came, and she pulled back to look him in the eyes, smoothing his beautiful hair.

“For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost and is found.”

[panaeternus]

✴ ofcondemnation !!

HE’S A BIT SURPRISING, just by his appearance, but such thoughts are of course normal, but of course peter did not ever think about such a thing as ‘ normal ’. he assumes him to be not unlike the natives he is familiar of, and pan shall present himself proudly as if this man is one of the natives. he knows quite well that he is not, but this was some of his make believing, and make believe was always reality. his posture is well, befitting of an authority boy, though he’s the only good type of authority, really ; and that is part of what composes his proud grin.

❝ Hullo!    Little Flying Eagle is happy to see you! ❞

[spacemoat-blog]

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Though it made little sense for you to arrive apparently alive in this city...it made even less for...him to be here. There was no mistaking it, even after all the sweeps of servitude you’d gone through. 

You remembered it all too well...the execution of the one who gave you the will to think for yourself, to think of yourself as more than just a tool. Seeing the other’s death, the other’s anger? That had broken your will entirely. 

So imagine your shock when you see him, alive as one could only imagine? You were still...just property. No, no you had to stop thinking that. Those thoughts when aboard that ship, you had to get rid of them. You kept forgetting the fact that you had the right to your free will again, and that was really messing with your nerves. 

...He hadn’t noticed you yet, so you walked up to him, moving to tap the other on the shoulder, but then paused, a small trace of what could be a smile appearing upon his face. Instead, he’d greet the other with his mind. Through the telepathy he had all the time he could ever want to master, a simple greeting would be as easy as can be.

Hopefully, the other wasn’t TOO startled. 

     [...It’s been a while.]