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[thewonderingsorceress]

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@camillethebrave​

‘  so,  did something go wrong or did something go right?  ’

[thewonderingsorceress]

Years Later...

@femalehybrid - Closed RP

Ella had been traveling for years now, doing what was needed of her, and no one would really know her true age since she hadn’t aged a day since her 21st birthday.Her eyes now though were an almost unnatural blue, though her piercings distracted from that. She had stayed in the little town for about a week longer than she wanted, she had been in bed fighting something that wasn’t even her own, but it had left as soon as it came, so Ella had packed up her things to go and tie up loose ends when notes started appearing in her pocket. Note after note, after note that started pissing her off. She got the hint someone she didn’t know needed her help with something that was obviously life or death. Some one name Vincent, Ella normally didn’t like to teleport but she honestly had no other way of finding this Vincent. So once she had regained her strength she teleported, only to land in a too familiar church and the look of rage on her face when she came face to face with the older man was one that he obviously wasn’t expecting. 

After some time and  lots of explaining and promising on Vincent’s behalf she had agreed to help. She honestly shouldn’t have been surprised after what she’d been through a while ago. She listened and look through what Vincent had before reluctantly making her way to the compound. She easily walked through the doors, to which she rolled her eyes, only to see a little girl at the table colouring. She watched for a while, since the last time she saw the youngest MIkealson she’d been a baby. Hope noticed her after a moment and seemed hesitant, Ella held her hands up and smiled, telling her that her parents were expecting her. Hope called for her parents, and Ella simply waited, leaning against the wall since either one or both couldn’t be too far from their daughter. 

[thewonderingsorceress]

Open

“I have no idea what you are talking about? Witches? Really? I didn’t realize we were talking fairytale creatures.” Ella said, not exactly answering the question, she wasn’t sure how this person decided she was a witch and refused to admit to it. So she simply kept the amused and mocking tones in her voice as she spoke. “Unless you were going for another word that starts with a ‘b’, but then I am not sure what I’ve done to be called such a rude word.”

[thewonderingsorceress]

@musesatyourservice

Ella had been wondering around New Orleans about half a day now and the light would soon turn to dark. The chatter if the city seemed to become louder rather than quieter as night loomed, the city that seemed to never really sleep- at least not on the main streets. She had come in contact with many supernatural beings, they seemed to plentiful here, but no one seemed to know much or they weren’t willing to tell a stranger or a human tourist at least. She was still going to get as much information as possible today before finding a hotel. 

Her information gathering changed a bit though, as one seemed frightened when she asked a question a little close to the supernatural nature and made a comment about the Mikaelson’s? Maybe they’d be able to help her, for now though she was heading towards a bar, Rousseau's surely a bar had some gossip and maybe she’d get some food since she hadn’t had food since that morning. 

[thewonderingsorceress]

The new, the old, and the older

@theholyandthedamned - plottedstarter

Ella was currently in Jardin Gris voodoo shop, looking for some dried herbs for a spell. Normally Ella grew her own, it only took a few moments with her magic, and just as long to dry- but she wanted to not use as much energy as possible. She barely even looked up when the door open as she looked around the shop silently grabbing a few bottles and held them as her free hand searched through the other glass bottles. 

She noticed the other person hadn’t moved and she looked up frowning at the blonde woman who stood in the door. She quirked an eyebrow in question but didn’t actually speak as she waited a beat before going back to her search. She knew she probably looked interesting with all her iron jewelry on her ears, wrists, neck, and fingers but she didn’t care. She also knew the woman didn’t own the shop since she’d never even seen her before and Katie was the one who at one point did own the voodoo shop. She sighed when the woman was still in the shop, her eastern English accent prominent when she said, “ ‘Ello, can I help  you?”

[thewonderingsorceress]

Better than she was- closed

@femalehybrid

Ella was reading a newly acquired grimoire when she heard Hope crying in her play pen/travel pen. She looked up an saw she was awake from her nap, so she marked her page and stood. She set down the book and walked over to help. “Hello little princess, awake from your little nap?” Ella had started calling Hope little princess to be ironic, but now it stuck. She put her hands under Hope’s extended arms, waited a moment for her powers to stop freaking out and picked her up. She held Hope settling her on her hip and started rocking the crying child. “Why are you so grumpy, huh?” She asked the baby, who was slowly starting to calm down. 

[thewonderingsorceress]

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@femalehybrid

“Ummmm...” Ella hesitated, wincing at the question that came from her mouth. “Are you alright?”

[freaksandfangsarchived]

“Being a bit harsh aren’t you, Rebekah?” [Kol To Rebekah]

"You think so?" Rebekah disagreed. "I think snapping your neck would be going easy on you. I'm not tattling on Nik this time. We both know he can be a little dagger happy."

@redemptivexheroics