everyonelives | every day a little sting

We don't do that.

( If he has the space now, he pulls out his phone sending a quick message to Bela It's been bought. As for what they should do. )

I'm not killing her.

["Then we'll have to do something. Terry Hawthorne is already dead and she wants to keep that ball rolling."

Davina isn't relaxing at the proposition of her not dying just yet.]

We could set Monroe on fire in my place. She deserves it.

And martyr her to an army?

( It's not his plan, and not a good one. )

Besides, your friends are missing, right? Kill her, where does it leave you?

( Oh. Right. This is long overdue. Monroe is not in sight. He doesn't give a long enough glance to Michael Cooper before undoing Davina's restraints. )

What about your magic?

What army? You've pissed off every member of the Original family in New Orleans. My hopes aren't high that the army will be surviving unless you can get them to give her up.

[She's just being honest. She knows how messy Klaus and Elijah can be, and Monroe took Hayley, who is a soft spot for both of them, never mind almost killing Freya. And she doesn't even know that Kol is in town.

When the cuffs are removed, she does feel better, but when she tries to summon her magic, the wind picks up before faltering out (11).]

She drugged me with some kind of anti-magic drug. It must not have fully worn off yet.

( Considering their loyalty, that is not a possibility. Not without a lot of influence and manipulation they don't have time for. It would take weeks, not days. Not hours.

That's disappointing. )

Didn't know that was a thing.

( Their only line of defense has been witch-killing bullets or the old fashioned knocking someone out. )

Magic's out. We could disguise her. Disguise you. Send you back to get information. But, you're supposed to be with us. Fake a fire? I... have an in with the morgue.

( An in with an in with an in. )

I think it's new.

[But that's not the point. She can feel it wearing off, but she's going to need time for that. Davina then looks up at him with a curious expression because she knows what he is, but she's not going to out him in front of the other hunter.

Witches know, magic or not.]

How much time do you have before she starts to get suspicious, and what do you need to get out of her?

We need to stop her. Find who was taken. Save Cooper once and for all. Pull him and everyone else who aren't meant for this out. Convince her we're going along with it until then. Short term. And... not immolate you.

( It's all a work-in-progress, okay? He's not usually the one. )

I can tell you who was taken. Hayley Marshall, Josh Rosza, Derek Hale, and some witch named Maura.

[And Terry. Who is currently dead.]

That doesn't help me. Until Cooper was called into question, I was MIA and before that I wasn't top of the food chain. This guy here'll know more than me. Unless - being senior's really just an age thing. Sorry.

( Would it help to say he raised quite the son? )

[Sullivan Sr. raises an eyebrow back at him, before setting his jaw. "I know where they are. But unless you've got a ton of backup, getting all of them out of there alive is going to be a challenge, to say the least."]

Then - let's reunite father and son. Show him I'm a man of my word and get more heads together. If she thinks I'm off with Michael, she won't care until our business with Davina is done and - it won't be.

( Not as far as he's concerned. )

Buy you some magic time.

[Davina cannot believe that this is her life right now, but hey. As long as they're not setting her on fire.]

I'm gonna guess you're driving then.

( (8). He is not head hunter. )

Do - witches not have licenses?

( No. Really. This is your savior. )

[... Honestly, this is kind of refreshing but also a little frustrating.]

You're supposed to be setting me on fire. She's got an eye on all the city cameras, and you want to risk her catching me running around New Orleans driving a car?

[Michael is also giving you a bit of a skeptical look, Mickey.]

Yeah, I get it. You're in the back. Cooper, you drive, then. I'll navigate. We need a body matching Davina's.

( It's a lot to arrange. )

[Davina takes a deep breath, and nods as she rocks back into the van and Sullivan reaches forward to close the door.]

This should be fun.

( He climbs in, placing a call to Bela while navigating them to a certain morgue (5). He is not a local in New Orleans and it shows. It's probably good he's calling. )

[It probably is. And she will give him directions to the morgue in question, as well as the back loading bay, that isn't viewed by any external cameras, just to be on the safe side.]

( With directions, he's a reckless, if unseasoned driver. A bit impatient and he fiddles with the radio too much, but with Santeria playing over the speakers, Davina can sit up as they're hidden by the overhang of the loading bay and the concrete wall opposite them. (2) spot check for anyone suspicious or any cameras? LOL )

[He doesn't see anyone. Mostly because there's no one there. As he pulls to a stop, Bela comes out the door, easing down the stairs to meet them.

Sullivan raises an eyebrow. "Bela Talbot's your contact?"]

You shouldn't ask me who hers is. I promise. Cooper's at the end of whatever color this brick road is.

( he says it getting out of the car, pulling open the back door for Davina. he can still be a gentleman. )

[Bela stops when she sees Davina, and tips her head to the side curiously.]

Do you happen to have the other faction heads stored in that van?

[Davina shakes her head. "Just me. He's supposed to be setting me on fire."

Sullivan also climbs out of the van, looking skeptical. Bela notices before gesturing to the door.]

Let's take this inside, shall we?

I'll flank the rear.

( Hand to his gun, he wants to be ready if there is somebody to find.

William has moved him, his sister, and Cooper into the waiting room now that they don't have to pretend is no-longer long-distance boyfriend is dead. He hasn't moved further away however, fingers still in Cooper's, sitting close. )

[Bela leads them inside to the waiting room, where the Queens and Cooper are waiting. Coop glances over when the door opens and then sits up straight, suddenly, when his father is the one following Davina Claire through the door.]

Dad?

[Sullivan stares back at his son for a moment as the younger man gets to his feet. He reaches out gently, placing a hand on his shoulder to make sure he's solid before fishing out his flask. "You know the drill."

Cooper doesn't hesitate, just unscrews the top and takes a swig of the holy water-vervain mixture. And then makes a face before handing it back.]

That's still foul.

[But he doesn't smoke, which is the important thing. Sullivan shakes his head before pulling him in. "Jesus, kid, you scared the shit out of me."]

( At dad, William looks up, is left and -- stands up himself, the picture of the CEO of Queen Consolidated, waiting for his chance. If he gets this chance. This isn't about him at all. Right, he'll stand right here.

Mickey remembers Mia, though. )

Hey.

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