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Penelope laughed. "Well a girl has got to have secrets," she said playfully. She smiled at little at her quip. She was smart. Penelope liked that. "Well i'm looking to be impressed," she said, as the other watched her this time. "Do you want to play me something?" Or are you the starving artist type that doesn't want to share their art?"

the once over that she was given intrigued riley, it wasn't often that people came to the bayous much less to then flirt. no it was usually someone in trouble looking for a place of safety outside of the city. "damn, im not sure, you're way too hard to read." the blonde smirked, rolling her eyes as she moved to a tree nearby and leaned her guitar up against it. "no, i just carry it around to look cool." the wolf quipped as she leaned against the tree as well.

#riley #vilisisms

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When he finally spoke to her, she dismissed his anger and the emotions behind her, focusing solely on the information in his words. She looked back to his mother seeing the mark on her neck. She placed her hand against the wound and muttered the start of a spell, to give her some idea of what she was dealing with. She confirmed that someone was in the witches blood. But she had little more than that.

She looked up at him for a moment as his magic reeked havoc around them. "Get yourself under control," she ordered him. "She isn't dead," she told him. "Does she have a work room? With herbs and things?" She had a general idea of what kind of spell she could use, which would be alot easier without a Mikaelson spiraling out of control and with any herbs that were around. She reached up to touch his cheek, before tilting his head to direct his eyes to hers. "Tell me where to go and sit with her," she told him. "I will fix this." At least she hoped she could. But all he needed right now was hope.

He heard the steps approaching but it barely registered in his head at first. It was all a fog, a pounding through his veins so loud it drowned out all other sound. The lights flickering in and out, objects rising into the air, candles set blaze. He had no control of anything, and that should scare him. It didn't. New Orleans would burn for this.

It wasn't until she called his name that he focused back on Penelope, finally gathering it must have been her footsteps. So much for no Mikaelson drama. "I don't know!" He hollered back, harshed than maybe intended. "I found her barely conscious on the street--um, her neck," he tried to piece it together, remembering the way his mother had touched it. "They injected her with something. She was doing something to get it out before she passed out...she'll have spells in her grimoire for this, I just--I need to find it. But I can't leave her...I can't leave her...she's still breathing. She is...right?"

#briggs #ofmoonlitmagic

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She looked him over. "You could have fooled me." He looked exactly like a OEA drones. "No," Penelope told him. "That's just personality. I find people who use their authority to look after the rich and powerful, instead of the little man to be attitude provoking. And I was taught to use my voice," she said before standing and crossing her arms over her chest. "So, are you done following and questioning me or can I go?"

He casually shrugged off her dismissal of the deaths, not bothering to engage in an argument he knew would lead nowhere. "Look, if the OEA drone is buzzing around you, there might be a reason. I'm not one of them, but speaking from cop experience, people who get this defensive usually have something to hide. So, do yourself a favour and maybe, just maybe, keep the talking to a minimum. It might save us both some time."

#badvlante #tj

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"Maybe because your smart," she signed playfully. "Selfish," she signed. "Most of the world. But it's a nice thought." That people would see the OEA for what they were.

"So we can tell I like the way you think." Juri signed with a smirk. "I think that curfew will make more people join our side though." He joked with a sign. "Everyone wants to follow the rules until it effects them-so what are those guys?"

#ofwindydays #juri

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She stepped forward cautiously as the other ushered her towards her. Before pointing out what was in fact sage. "This version of it, yes," she said, as she headed over to start collecting what she needed, even pocketing a small part of the plant itself to take home with her for the future. After all the prison world and the real world were not the same thing. Not really.

"if sage is what you're looking for, love, it's over here. come on, right here." the dryad motioned her closer and then pointed out the sage to her. "are you new to the bayou?" imogen asked in efforts to make conversation. she couldn't deny her curiosity, the girl seemed familiar enough to the area but at the same time looked out of place enough to warrant the question.

#imogen #xblccm

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"Am I?" She didn't see why. In a Mikaelson's room was not her first choose but she liked Briggs and his room was as safe as anywhere to hang out. Not that she would tell him that. She scoffed. "I'll be sure to note that down," she said with fake concern.

"You're brave" Nathan taunted with a shrug as he peered into the room. "invitation was for Briggs anyway. Not plus ones."

#fragmcntedsouls #nathan

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Penelope looked to her. "Given the friendly greeting, i'm not surprised," she said lightly. "I doubt it will hurt as much as the first time," she said. She had walked all those paths for the last three years in the prison world. Most of it was still the same. And it had hurt last time she touched that brand of plant but she had had worse. "Plus if it happens again, trust me, I won't be staying here complaining to you about it."

“We don’t get a lot of new faces in the bayou” Gianna cast a glance towards the sage before back to Penelope as she made her assumption “especially not witches.” Sliding her hands onto her hips, she continued to watch the other with caution "i'm not helping you, i'm just saving myself from having to hear you bitch about how much pain you're in." Lifting a hand to point towards the greenery in question she stated "that plant's poisonous."

#fragmcntedsouls #gianna

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The arm around her body caught her off guard. Not the action itself but the warmth it caused her. The embrace of a mother. Even a façade was better than what her own mother had given her. But she was quick to push the thought away as they got away from other eyes. "Yeah, you are looking a little tense," she commented. "You can just tell people no, you know?"

The fake tears were an exceptional touch and Nicolette felt a wave of relief surge through her frame as she was freed from the huggers grasp. The vampire hadn’t realised that she’d been holding her breath until the pressure of the others frame was away from her own and she released it. Nodding, Nic hurried to Penelope's side; ensuring to maintain the façade until they were away from prying ears. "Sweetheart, what's wrong, what happened?" Leading Penelope away from the entrance she hummed "come on, lets get out of here" before figuring that she was in the clear. "You have no idea how grateful I am to you for that."

#fragmcntedsouls #nicolette

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"I'm hardly ever bored," Penelope commented as she used the other woman to get past the OEA and make her way own the road, looking for a place to crash for the night. "They aren't spelling themselves are they?" She commented the OEA.

"It's ten minutes to curfew, dickhead," Violet was tired, and in no mood for the OEA's bullshit. It was bad enough they thought they could impose a curfew on the city in the first place, damned if she'd let them act like jackbooted thugs when she was simply on her way home. "And I live exactly four hundred and two feet away. So you can either quit hassling me and let me get home on time, or you can keep hassling me and then bitch because I'm not at home. I don't really care either way, so how about you touch your balls and make a decision?"

It took a moment, but finally he shoved her ID back at her and gestured for her to go on. "Gee, thanks. You're sure out here doing the lord's work." Pushing past him, she felt the presence of someone not far behind her and spoke up without looking back. "Dude, I swear, if you're going to follow me all the way home you're going to be very bored."

@exitiumstarters

#violet #violetmercado

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"You did okay," she told him. She had always been someone willing to be alone than in a crowd that she hated (she had done that alot in her life), so being around him. It had been nice, taken her mind of the outside world. Penelope rolled her eyes at him. "You worried about getting in trouble with your mother?" She teased though honestly it was tease. She respected that. "Then give me the card," she said, holding her hand out for it again. "Then you can tell her it was sold and someone else put the charges on there."

"You are assuming I have other friends," she commented. Her tone was light but it wasn't untrue now. Now she really only had Briggs. She had left her friends from the coven and Mystic Falls behind a long time ago. She shook her head when he mentioned Mikaelson Drama. "I went to school with your cousin, I have had enough." Not that she disliked Hope but she wasn't looking to be a hero, she was just looking to live. And it was hard not to be a hero if your friends ran into things and needed help. "Come on," she motioned for him to follow her. "I want to go in here," she saim pointing to a store.

"The laugh wasn't necessary," he retorted, even as his tone was one of amusement. He probably did deserve that because he was not meant for the prison world. He still didn't know how some of them had spent years there. "Well, now, let's not be hasty," he said quickly, "I do have to potentially explain any and all charges today to my mom."

She definitely had a point, but it was probably not going to stop him from having one anyway. However, if anyone had a reason to be paranoid, it'd be her. "But how do you contact your non-witch friends? Landline?" He'd tease her, but he'd never shame her for her decision. She had her reasons, and he'd help her however he could. Her relenting was met with a grin. "I can do that," he agreed, "it can be as temporary as you want it to be. Besides, maybe you'll find 'Mikaelson drama' ain't so bad."

#briggs #ofmoonlitmagic

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Penelope was not at all threatened by the stare and there was nothing illegal inside the box. Apart from expensive cheese that had to be collected in a less than fun way. But Penelope just picked up her box again. "Guess so," she said. "Though... don't matter if you are looking for trouble," she commented turning towards the door. They were at war. Trouble was coming no matter what people did. "Thanks for your time I guess."

eyeing the girl across the counter , meredith held their stand , brows furrowing in confusion . " hate to break it to you but i believe you have the wrong store here . " arms crossing in front of her chest , a stern look takes her gaze , motioning towards the door with a curt nod . " i'm not looking for any trouble here , i'd suggest you leave . "

#meredith #thornecrown

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"The world needs rules. If only so people know what side of them they are on," she signed. "There are the rule followers and the rule breakers," she signed. "The world needs both to go around."

"Yeah-" Juri said before he stopped signing for a moment, a shared commonality. "You did give that impression!" Juri signed with a chuckle. Juri nodded. "Too many boring people thinking about the rules and shit."

#ofwindydays #juri

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"A supply that person wouldn't have had if it wasn't for you," She said, her point still standing strong from where she was. "Rude enough you took someone's free will away, but you got them killed as well." Penelope scoffed when he asked if she would help. "No," she said. "You have to earn help and this-" she motioned around them. "-was just stupid." Even if she ignored the fact that the OEA had eyes in every town and city, it was also morally gray which she didn't need. "Go find yourself a groupie like any smart vampire."

" he has fangs in his neck , a vamp probably came along and saw the supply and decided to take for themselves . " parker looks over at penelope , motioning his hand towards the mess he needed to clean up . " you care to help me here or are you just going to stand there being annoying penelope ? "

#parker #thornecrown

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When she heard his yell for help and she stepped out of his room, she for a moment, reminded herself that this was exactly why she had said he didn't want to stay with the Mikaelson drama in the first two says but the look on his face said something else. Penelope was quick to run down the stairs and over to him.

She looked down at the almost lifeless body of Briggs' mother and her heart sunk. "What happened? she question as she dropped down in front of her, reaching to find a pulse. Faint one but it was there. She looked up at him. "What happened?" She asked him again. She needed answers. Some kind of direction. After all the witch in front of her didn't look injured. "Briggs," she called out, trying to bring his focus to her. "Tell me what happened?" Then she would work out what to do.

A mother's heart could only handle so much and yet she felt a warmth from his words even as she faded. After all she had taught him that family was forever. That forever and always was a vow that now included him, after all that, how could she expect him to leave? She nodded groggily. He was there. She knew that. She could feel him. His shirt gasped weakly in her fingers as she reached out for him.

Finally her hand towards her neck, feeling were the needle had pieced her skin. A kidnapping? How foolish. She felt for a moment at the pain started to lessen. She could hear his voice, his chant, trying to counter a pain she was causing herself. Trying to boil her own blood enough to kill what was affecting her. But as she tried to she couldn't be sure she wasn't hurting him and her own spell faded. She wanted to be able to carry herself. To stand up and guide him back to their house, keep him safe. But her eyes were heavy, like a half asleep daze. "It's okay," she whispered as the darkness curled around her eyes. And her eyes closed as the sleep took her. There was no energy left to tell him what to do, she just had to have faith that when she opened her eyes again, he would still be there.

#briggs #ofmoonlitmagic #freya #mystiicall

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"Yeah," Penelope muttered in agreement. She also really didn't want to go back to that place. "Maybe," she signed. "I have only met myself, but I do know I am fun," she laughed as she signed. She hummed. "We need it in this world."

"It doesn't. But anything not to go back there-" Juri paused not sure what the sign would be for a horrible place like the prison world. "Would be ideal." He signed simply. There was a chuckle. "I'm starting to think all Penelope's are very fun people." Juri joked with a sign. "A very interesting look on life. Like you."

#juri #ofwindydays

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Penelope laughed. "We will see," she said. Penelope scoffed with a loud laugh at his words. "No, not at all," she joked. Penelope narrowed her eyes at him. "Hm," she said playfully. "I will remember that when it comes to the things into my clothes."

"Yes," she said. Medieval was exactly her thinking. "You know the OEA can track those things now," she said. "I would prefer not to give them a link to my life." Crazy maybe but given her mother had turned on her, along with her coven she would take paranoid. Penelope rolled her eyes lightly. "Fine," she said. "Find me a room in that big house of yours and I'll stop by." At least for a little while. Plus keeping an eye on Briggs wouldn't be bad, right? Not that she wanted to get emotionally involved.

"Ted Talk, then?" Briggs joked, knowing she'd be doing none of those things. Still, he wasn't going to get too serious on it. "Technically, I didn't need you then either," he half-heartedly argued. Not true, and she knew it wasn't. He already didn't come out of the prison world with his full sanity and control intact, and it could have been worse. Would have been. "My card, my pocket. Simple rules. I mean, if you don't want anything..." He teased back.

Quirking a brow, he grinned at her response. Keep it vague and open, he could appreciate that. "Not going to have a phone? What in the medieval hell?" He wasn't sure how someone lived without one. How did you get someone random 3am thoughts? --Come to think of it, Riley might not hate if he didn't have one. "'fraid not," he admitted. "I just want to know that you're safe--you know so we're even. You helped me in the prison world, I help you out here." Why was it so hard to admit when he cared? "I'm no hero, no worries there. I'm just saying...if you need help, I'll help."

#ofmoonlitmagic #briggs