[That does get a bit of an eyebrow raise that Kol can't see. Interesting that he's so close.]
Still think the cemetery's your best bet. That's where she is now, and I'm sure she will be very happy to see you, and Elijah will have a dry comment or two.
As they're coming down the stairs into the cooling evening air, another person slides out of the shadows, glancing between the two of them and her phone.]
He was chauffeuring. ( He still needs to work on his sign work. ) We don't need a babysitter, but we do need a witch. Cami, this is Kieran. A client of mine gifted her to us. She shouldn't be expecting payment.
[The scream comes from poor Deb, who had heard about the bombing and Rousseau's and had come by to light some candles. She thought she saw her friend, and went over to say hi, scold him for being here and not home resting, and instead she got a terrible shock.
She's collapsed on the ground, crying and Cami goes to her in an instant, but when she does, her hand comes up to cover her mouth.
Sitting on the pew is Terry Hawthorne, a jagged red line cut in his throat. Hanging around his neck is a leather pouch.]
( That's what happens when you compel the woman at the desk to use her computer. She does something else, gets distracted and goes across the street to discover something truly horrific. While trying to do a lovely, good, spiritual deed.
Harvey follows last, checking on Cami, the woman, finding Kieran and then finally... )
[Kieran, having no idea the weight of that name at the moment, just inches forward, easing open the leather pouch so she can get a look at what's inside. She fishes out a small silver coin.
"Someone's leaning into their Jesus metaphors." She holds it up so the other two can see. "How much you wanna bet there are twenty?"]
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Still think the cemetery's your best bet. That's where she is now, and I'm sure she will be very happy to see you, and Elijah will have a dry comment or two.
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( Shirt and shoes, now. So, Elijah is in town. And with their sister. )
And Niklaus?
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[Is that what you want? Or would you rather crash down on Klaus at an inopportune moment.]
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( He pauses. A sign off? Not a sign off? )
How long have they had Davina?
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Less than eight hours.
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Harvey's (13) gleans some information from his side of things. )
Are they in?
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As they're coming down the stairs into the cooling evening air, another person slides out of the shadows, glancing between the two of them and her phone.]
Harvey Specter?
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( (19) can make 2 + 2 = 4. )
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[She holds out a hand in a wave.]
I'm your personal witch babysitter. Clearly a step up from the werewolf model I heard you had earlier.
[Cami also raises an eyebrow, but not her business.]
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( But, he can laugh as much as anybody else. )
He was chauffeuring. ( He still needs to work on his sign work. ) We don't need a babysitter, but we do need a witch. Cami, this is Kieran. A client of mine gifted her to us. She shouldn't be expecting payment.
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["Great. We're about to get moving, so we can catch you up on the --"
Before Cami can finish the sentence, a scream splits from the church across the street. Both her and Kieran's heads turn. "That's never good."
And she's already on the move, down the stairs towards the sound.]
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He has a witch and a vampire ahead of him, so, fine. He runs after them (13) probably right behind. )
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She's collapsed on the ground, crying and Cami goes to her in an instant, but when she does, her hand comes up to cover her mouth.
Sitting on the pew is Terry Hawthorne, a jagged red line cut in his throat. Hanging around his neck is a leather pouch.]
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Harvey follows last, checking on Cami, the woman, finding Kieran and then finally... )
Who is that?
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Terry Hawthorne.
[Kieran, having no idea the weight of that name at the moment, just inches forward, easing open the leather pouch so she can get a look at what's inside. She fishes out a small silver coin.
"Someone's leaning into their Jesus metaphors." She holds it up so the other two can see. "How much you wanna bet there are twenty?"]
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( And she thinks the supernatural is dangerous. He doesn't want the answer, but... )
Was he one of the kidnapped?
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[She rubs her eyes, before reaching for her phone.]
I need to call it in. But we're going to have to move fast, or one of the others is going to be next.