The Mikaelson's are at the top of a long list, with Scott McCall in tow. Her cause was born from a monster built from the fears it brewed, and those fears were stoked by my grandfather. I am sorry, on behalf of my name for what Monroe is trying to do.
( She still takes Monroe's vendetta personally. )
If you stay in hiding and go deeper in the bayou -- we will end this. I promise, Lisina. Is there anything you need, anything at all?
[She sees a lot. The bayou is set up to be a small collection of houses and cabins, a lot of them clearly home made with a lot of care. There's a pair of docks that stretch out to the water, and for now, it seems that things are quiet.
But Malia isn't looking towards the water. Instead, she's focused to the something out in the trees. If she had animal ears right now, they'd be twitching (17).]
( She tries to think it through. They wouldn't come by river, only land. Or, would they come by both. And then she notices Malia's attention span problem. )
[It's not anything that she's heard, it's more what she senses, a brush of anger and anxiety that doesn't belong to any of the wolves. She glances to the families still packing up and she shakes her head.]
You heard her. Take to ground, or push further into the bayou now. Malia and I will take care of this. Don't come out until we tell you it's okay.
( Granted, she accounts for the fact that Lisina or another bayou wolf might want to join in the fight, if it's a fight, but, Allison lets her off the hook. This is why she's here. )
[There are a few, enforcer-type wolves who stay, intending to stand their ground, but Allison's greatest advantage involves being able to see more of the field.]
[Top of a cabin would probably be her best bet. There are a couple that would provide some cover from the tree line, camoflauging her from wandering eyes.
Malia, in the mean time, pulls off to one of the nearby cabins and stands on the porch, keeping her out of view of anyone that may be approaching. The entire space goes quiet, until the sound of boots on the ground start to reach their ears.]
[The hunters move in slowly, but as they approach, Malia inches backwards, ducking behind the cabin door which is now open. The small squad is armed to the teeth. They have one hand on their heavy artillery strapped across their chests. They sweep through the now vacant middle space, eyes roaming the scene but not catching sight of the werecoyote or the huntress on the roof.
Thinking they're alone, or at least the wolves are hiding, the leader comes to a stop and turns to the rest of the group.
( (1) she can't hear them, but she sees them and that's enough for her. They sent what looks like a small squad in. She and Malia, and the wolves that have stayed behind, they can take five hunters.
This is not a time to be delicate or squeamish. She can immobilize before outright killing them, so she fires one arrow and then a second. One (the 2) flies past the soldier leading the squad, between them, not even hitting the ground, but the second (18) she aims for his hand. Sorry, not sorry, bro. )
[The leader screams in pain as the arrow pierces his hand, and the remainder of the hunters sweep up, trying to find the direction the arrows came from. It takes time, but one of them does spot her as she ducks down to the other side of the roof (16 vs. 17).
"It's Argent! She's on the roof!"
They all turn to aim and shoot, but before they can all get a shot off, Malia enters the fray, reaching for the two towards the back. The first's head collides with one of the support beams on the porch and stumbles back dazed (12 vs. 6), but the other manages to slip her grip (12 vs. 20) and shoot at the were coyote, but the shot just grazes her (6 vs. 6).
In the meantime, the two remaining take shots at Allison, though at a disadvantage because of her position on the roof (10, 2).
One of the wolves slips into view and goes for the injured one, teeth bared and aiming for the throat (11 vs. 17). The leader manages to get an arm up to protect his throat but they both are tackled backwards to the ground.]
( Allison ducks back, but one of the hunters' arrows makes contact, slicing past her shoulder as it zings while the other flies past her (2, 8).
Recovering, she goes running, sending two arrows back at the two hunters who found and targeted her (1, 18). Her goal is to leap down like the former gymnast she is, but that's her next turn. )
[The first arrow goes wild, but the second doesn't, striking home on the shoulder of the second (4). He's forced to drop his weapon as a result, and is unable to take a shot this turn. It's not helped by the fact that another wolf comes out of the bayou, and takes a run at him (11 vs. 6).
His friend is there to back him up, however, and tries to take a shot at Allison (11) before she comes down off the roof.
The wolf and leader continue to tangle, as the wolf attempts to get at his throat again (2 vs. 11), while the leader manages to pull a dagger with his good hand and tries to stab the wolf in return (5 vs. 4) and the wolf snarls as a splash of blood appears on his fur.
In the meantime, Malia is still tangling with her two, who are forced to abandon their ranged weapons for close combat. She swipes out at each of them, and the first abandons their attacks when Malia's claws dig into his neck and come back red (20 vs. 6). The second gives a shout in response and tries to come at her, but she's ready and repeats the same motion (20 vs. 2) and more blood sprays across her clothes.]
( Allison's (4) makes it no surprise that as she drops down, she can't defend herself, taking an arrow to the shoulder. With a dex check of (19), Allison manages to roll to the ground, breaking part of the arrow in the process. She will have to worry about that later.
Coming back up, she steadies her bow and grabs two more arrows. It's still Allison vs these two hunters (20, 16) at one of their shoulders and the other's ankle. )
[Both of hers hit their mark (10, 2), and the one also currently being attacked by the wolf stumbles from the arrow in the ankle, and the wolf lunges for his throat (14 vs. 5), stifling whatever scream of pain comes next.
The one taking a hit to the shoulder falters, but switches for a pistol and tries to take another shot at Allison (4), but his aim is off from his off-hand.
The leader is still going one on one with the wolf. He takes another jab with the knife, but misses (15 vs. 18). The wolf then chomps into his shoulder, and he screams (14 vs. 3).
Malia's two guys drop but one of them manages to squeeze the button on one of those hyper sonic signal flares and all the wolves immediately howl in protest, hands coming up to cover their ears.
It's loud enough that it covers the boots of approaching back up.]
( (12) has Allison dropping down, missing the shot at her. She's up then, throwing her long bow down and drawing her crossbow. She points it at everyone hurt, and then in the direction of the approaching footsteps.
She weighs whether a shot to whatever button it is will stop the sound.
Instead, she decides to take up her mantle. She is Allison Argent after all. )
That's what she told you. Maybe it's been a week, maybe it's been years, but that's what she built her crusade on. My lost mission. If I have lost the mission, I'd really love for you to tell me what mission I found. And why. Why always gives you more answers than what.
( There is no choice now, but to speak from her heart. She still has a bitch-undercurrent (their words, she'd assume) for the team using her family's name. )
What if - we cease fire and we talk. And, if after we talk, you don't think any differently, then we continue this. ( As more approach... ) All of us!
[To her credit, some of them do actually still (18 vs. 5), watching her and trying to see what she has to say. As the back up squad approaches, the leader holds up his fist, indicating they should hold.
Then he looks back at the two bloody bodies Malia is standing in front of.
"Can we give them medical care while you talk?" Negotiating the lines of the truce.
The wolves do back off and give Allison her space, but they're ready to leap back in again. They don't trust the hunters.]
( Allison holds her hand out to the wolves, lowering her other hand holding the crossbow. )
Please. I don't want anymore people - anybody else to die. It's not normal to strap yourself to a bomb and incinerate a public place. Even at my most fanatical, driven by the sick idea of revenge, I didn't want to kill anybody. I just wanted to hurt them like I thought they hurt me. When I was a teenager, my mother was bitten - and she died. And I blamed werewolves, including my boyfriend at the time, Scott McCall. I went to a dark place. But, imagine my dark place only being a couple of weeks and yours...
I was there when Monroe first came up. She was my guidance counselor my senior year of high school, and like me, she was manipulated by my grandfather, taught to hate and to fear. And that fear was stoked by an ancient evil that was also unleashed.
But, I'm not here to give excuses. If you ever knew me, especially after that period in my life. I changed. I literally changed our family's honor code. I wanted to protect anybody that couldn't protect themselves. Because there are bad wolves out there, and vampires, and witches. But, there are also scared orphans and ostracized shapeshifters, and people with nowhere to turn. People who don't want to kill, who don't want trouble.
Monroe has convinced you that I am a part of the problem, that I'm what - a sympathizer? The only people I sympathize with right now, I'm sorry, are you. Because, you've already lost your friends, maybe your family, on the crusade of a dead psychopath. Gerard Argent was my grandfather. But, he was also a sociopath who used a kanima - used my friend - to try and kill Scott.
I'm not here to change your mind about Scott McCall, or, even me for that matter. And don't get me wrong, I could. Scott is the most genuine guy - person I have ever met. But, me. All I try to do is help. And yes, I kill. When I have to. When a village has been losing population by the tens and hundreds. Or, when a young child is kidnapped. But not when groups are simply congregating in a restaurant. Would I sacrifice myself for the cause, yes. I will go down fighting. But, this is not your cause. And it never was. It just feels like it is. That's her power. She makes you feel special, she makes you feel heard.
And you are. You all are. I could train you. I could really train you. And I could help. But, if you keep going down this path then I have no choice, and the Mikaelson's, they won't leave anything left.
And Tamara Monroe doesn't care. I'm sorry. If nothing I've said today even sways you -- well, I tried. But, I'm telling the wolves now - I am making it clear - let us let you go. Retreat. If you can't betray her, fine, but do not go through with this. It may not seem like you're outnumbered. And it's not because we're better or faster. You're just outnumbered. And you believe we think we're better, right? Better than humans? Me? The sympathizer, the defector Argent? I'm not. I'm no better than you. But, when I went down this path, I turned back. I went to Paris. I - thought about my actions, yes, I hardened and I cried a lot. But, I turned back.
So, help us. Please. Or, get out. Save yourselves. Do better. Be better than she believes you to be.
[It's a good speech. It definitely has some of them thinking, and she can see the conflict on their faces. But at the same time, there are hunters in the squad who are twice her age and don't believe that they need to be trained - or re-trained for that matter. They are set in what they believe their world to be.
But some of them are considering, and one of them is the leader she's engaging (14).
"You're siding with the Mikaelsons. You get that right?"]
I'm siding with not killing innocent people because they weren't born like you. Monroe engaged the Mikaelson's. I reached out to every faction in New Orleans. Freya Mikaelson has an ear with the witches. And while I don't stand for most of the Mikaelson's legacy, I've seen firsthand what happens when something good results.
( She addresses the leader, mostly, as she is making the most headway with him, but generally, she asks the crowd. )
Have the Mikaelson's come after any of you personally? Statistically, maybe two or three of you if you're local. If you were brought in from out-of-town, then less. Or none?
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( She still takes Monroe's vendetta personally. )
If you stay in hiding and go deeper in the bayou -- we will end this. I promise, Lisina. Is there anything you need, anything at all?
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"We've got a fair amount of supplies back there still from the first false alarm, but if we do, we've got Malia's number. We'll text you."]
We'll do a sweep, make sure some of them aren't already here and waiting.
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( Leaving Lisina to it, Allison maps what she sees from where she's standing (13), what does she see? )
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But Malia isn't looking towards the water. Instead, she's focused to the something out in the trees. If she had animal ears right now, they'd be twitching (17).]
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Malia?
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[It's not anything that she's heard, it's more what she senses, a brush of anger and anxiety that doesn't belong to any of the wolves. She glances to the families still packing up and she shakes her head.]
They're coming. We have to clear the main area.
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( Granted, she accounts for the fact that Lisina or another bayou wolf might want to join in the fight, if it's a fight, but, Allison lets her off the hook. This is why she's here. )
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[There are a few, enforcer-type wolves who stay, intending to stand their ground, but Allison's greatest advantage involves being able to see more of the field.]
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Malia, in the mean time, pulls off to one of the nearby cabins and stands on the porch, keeping her out of view of anyone that may be approaching. The entire space goes quiet, until the sound of boots on the ground start to reach their ears.]
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Thinking they're alone, or at least the wolves are hiding, the leader comes to a stop and turns to the rest of the group.
"Let's burn it down."]
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This is not a time to be delicate or squeamish. She can immobilize before outright killing them, so she fires one arrow and then a second. One (the 2) flies past the soldier leading the squad, between them, not even hitting the ground, but the second (18) she aims for his hand. Sorry, not sorry, bro. )
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"It's Argent! She's on the roof!"
They all turn to aim and shoot, but before they can all get a shot off, Malia enters the fray, reaching for the two towards the back. The first's head collides with one of the support beams on the porch and stumbles back dazed (12 vs. 6), but the other manages to slip her grip (12 vs. 20) and shoot at the were coyote, but the shot just grazes her (6 vs. 6).
In the meantime, the two remaining take shots at Allison, though at a disadvantage because of her position on the roof (10, 2).
One of the wolves slips into view and goes for the injured one, teeth bared and aiming for the throat (11 vs. 17). The leader manages to get an arm up to protect his throat but they both are tackled backwards to the ground.]
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Recovering, she goes running, sending two arrows back at the two hunters who found and targeted her (1, 18). Her goal is to leap down like the former gymnast she is, but that's her next turn. )
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His friend is there to back him up, however, and tries to take a shot at Allison (11) before she comes down off the roof.
The wolf and leader continue to tangle, as the wolf attempts to get at his throat again (2 vs. 11), while the leader manages to pull a dagger with his good hand and tries to stab the wolf in return (5 vs. 4) and the wolf snarls as a splash of blood appears on his fur.
In the meantime, Malia is still tangling with her two, who are forced to abandon their ranged weapons for close combat. She swipes out at each of them, and the first abandons their attacks when Malia's claws dig into his neck and come back red (20 vs. 6). The second gives a shout in response and tries to come at her, but she's ready and repeats the same motion (20 vs. 2) and more blood sprays across her clothes.]
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Coming back up, she steadies her bow and grabs two more arrows. It's still Allison vs these two hunters (20, 16) at one of their shoulders and the other's ankle. )
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The one taking a hit to the shoulder falters, but switches for a pistol and tries to take another shot at Allison (4), but his aim is off from his off-hand.
The leader is still going one on one with the wolf. He takes another jab with the knife, but misses (15 vs. 18). The wolf then chomps into his shoulder, and he screams (14 vs. 3).
Malia's two guys drop but one of them manages to squeeze the button on one of those hyper sonic signal flares and all the wolves immediately howl in protest, hands coming up to cover their ears.
It's loud enough that it covers the boots of approaching back up.]
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She weighs whether a shot to whatever button it is will stop the sound.
Instead, she decides to take up her mantle. She is Allison Argent after all. )
Do any of you know who I am?
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Because for them, it is that simple. It's why she's trying to defend these wolves, rather than helping them take them out.]
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( There is no choice now, but to speak from her heart. She still has a bitch-undercurrent (their words, she'd assume) for the team using her family's name. )
What if - we cease fire and we talk. And, if after we talk, you don't think any differently, then we continue this. ( As more approach... ) All of us!
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Then he looks back at the two bloody bodies Malia is standing in front of.
"Can we give them medical care while you talk?" Negotiating the lines of the truce.
The wolves do back off and give Allison her space, but they're ready to leap back in again. They don't trust the hunters.]
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Please. I don't want anymore people - anybody else to die. It's not normal to strap yourself to a bomb and incinerate a public place. Even at my most fanatical, driven by the sick idea of revenge, I didn't want to kill anybody. I just wanted to hurt them like I thought they hurt me. When I was a teenager, my mother was bitten - and she died. And I blamed werewolves, including my boyfriend at the time, Scott McCall. I went to a dark place. But, imagine my dark place only being a couple of weeks and yours...
I was there when Monroe first came up. She was my guidance counselor my senior year of high school, and like me, she was manipulated by my grandfather, taught to hate and to fear. And that fear was stoked by an ancient evil that was also unleashed.
But, I'm not here to give excuses. If you ever knew me, especially after that period in my life. I changed. I literally changed our family's honor code. I wanted to protect anybody that couldn't protect themselves. Because there are bad wolves out there, and vampires, and witches. But, there are also scared orphans and ostracized shapeshifters, and people with nowhere to turn. People who don't want to kill, who don't want trouble.
Monroe has convinced you that I am a part of the problem, that I'm what - a sympathizer? The only people I sympathize with right now, I'm sorry, are you. Because, you've already lost your friends, maybe your family, on the crusade of a dead psychopath. Gerard Argent was my grandfather. But, he was also a sociopath who used a kanima - used my friend - to try and kill Scott.
I'm not here to change your mind about Scott McCall, or, even me for that matter. And don't get me wrong, I could. Scott is the most genuine guy - person I have ever met. But, me. All I try to do is help. And yes, I kill. When I have to. When a village has been losing population by the tens and hundreds. Or, when a young child is kidnapped. But not when groups are simply congregating in a restaurant. Would I sacrifice myself for the cause, yes. I will go down fighting. But, this is not your cause. And it never was. It just feels like it is. That's her power. She makes you feel special, she makes you feel heard.
And you are. You all are. I could train you. I could really train you. And I could help. But, if you keep going down this path then I have no choice, and the Mikaelson's, they won't leave anything left.
And Tamara Monroe doesn't care. I'm sorry. If nothing I've said today even sways you -- well, I tried. But, I'm telling the wolves now - I am making it clear - let us let you go. Retreat. If you can't betray her, fine, but do not go through with this. It may not seem like you're outnumbered. And it's not because we're better or faster. You're just outnumbered. And you believe we think we're better, right? Better than humans? Me? The sympathizer, the defector Argent? I'm not. I'm no better than you. But, when I went down this path, I turned back. I went to Paris. I - thought about my actions, yes, I hardened and I cried a lot. But, I turned back.
So, help us. Please. Or, get out. Save yourselves. Do better. Be better than she believes you to be.
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But some of them are considering, and one of them is the leader she's engaging (14).
"You're siding with the Mikaelsons. You get that right?"]
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( She addresses the leader, mostly, as she is making the most headway with him, but generally, she asks the crowd. )
Have the Mikaelson's come after any of you personally? Statistically, maybe two or three of you if you're local. If you were brought in from out-of-town, then less. Or none?
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