everyonelives | why is it you always get to sit in the shade

Okay.

( He sets his hand in hers.

Neither Scott (6) nor Jackson (10) have any reason to suspect anything either, other than knowing this guy was behind enemy lines.

Roll twice Davina, once for a transfer and once for a will save. )

[The magic is old and ancient, not one that Davina is familiar with, so it makes sense why she couldn't channel it. But as she continues to try and transfer it from one place to another, she feels something else starting to slip.

Her own magic.

Her eyes fling open as she tries to scramble and pull back, but H is stronger than she is, even with a Harvest Girl's strength. She tries to pull her hands back but the spell's already started, and she can't do anything but keep losing.]

( (4) Scott and (8) Jackson are not onto H - though it's easy to recognize Davina is in trouble. But H is two power mad (2) to hide what he's doing, his hunger evident.

Davina try once more, one last save and then the boys will step in. )

[Seeing his evident hunger, his want for things that aren't his only makes her angry (17). It manages to retune her focus, moving from channeling magic from Julian into reclaiming hers from H.]

How dare you.

[She is the regent of the French Quarter witches. She is the last standing Harvest Girl and who helped break their ancestral bonds. You don't fuck with Davina Claire and mock her for her weakness. And if the 17 is enough to resist his pull, she's going to try and turn it back on him (15).]

You picked the wrong witch to try and steal from.

( "Steal?" Scott says, understanding the situation, deciding to intervene.

H's (7) reminds him he wasn't ready to take on the regent of the French Quarter witches, that he should've kept with the magic he'd imbued - but, pride goeth and all that.

Davina knows if Scott breaks the bond now, there will be an imbalance - so, if she yells out to him Scott will need a reflex check. )

[She senses Scott coming closer, and she shakes her head.]

No, it's okay. I've got this.

[Scott manages to stop just short, his hand on her arm, and with his true alpha power flowing into the connection, it only adds to her fire. Wind whips and the lightbulbs burst as she proceeds to draw out every drop she can, moving her hand from Julian's body, and actually managing to transfer it to the plant this time (20), distributing whatever of his magic she can get.

And once that's done, she'll release him and take the plant gently in her hands.]

You know the funny thing about putting magic in another living thing, is that it goes away once you kill it.

[That is very much a threat.]

( For the record, Julian can. But on record, just because she's pissed, doesn't mean he won't go for broke again. He knows he shouldn't. He knows this attempt failed. Or has failed. He knows nothing. He is John Snow.

As is H, who feels his own power slipping from him, power he'd accumulated over decades in a common motel plant. He yanks his hands away, abhorred that someone would to do him that he was trying to do to them. Apparently, he didn't learn anything from the puritanical Baron 'Do unto others.'

Almost immediately, the MIA Freya, Julian, and Kol all wake up, the magic having been successfully siphoned.

This is usually the time where H would invisique but - yeah. Jackson shuts the room's door, shoves up a chair and Scott slams H into it. )

[Freya wakes up smoothly, as though coming out of a good night's rest. She raises an eyebrow at the witch pinned to the door, and Davina holding a hotel potted plant as though it's something valuable.]

Seems like we missed quite the adventure.

["Our friend H here thought he could try and steal my magic. He was wrong."

Freya smirks.]

Ahh, so it was that kind of fun.

( Julian wakes up like he's slept for thirty hours. It's the kind of sleep that doesn't feel restful. His legs feel heavy and his attempt at doing anything but blink at his sister's and Kol Mikaelson's hands on his body fails. He's atrophied enough that he can't keep himself from breaking wind, letting out the gas that's accumulated (natural 1).

Kol removes his hand, finds his sister - she's in one piece, checks on Kieran to make sure she's okay, - and then takes in the scene.

"The classic triple-cross," Kol says, eyes landing on H.

Scott moves H from the wall and to the chair, sitting him down, holding H down by his shoulders. (19, 2). H has no magic, and getting it sucked out of him like that, plus the parts of the spell he was connected to, has taken major energy out of him. You might even say he looks like he should check into a hospital at this point. )

[Kieran wakes next to her brother and immediately gags, her gift at being close to him when he lets that one rip. Gross, dude. She inches away, pushing up against a nearby wall to readjust to the real world.

Then she looks over at H and squints: "What's wrong with him?"

Davina could just let him suffer, but that's not the kind of witch she is. And she wants him to live with his mistakes.]

Seems like his poor past choices are catching up to him. Have you been feeding on other people's magic for a long time?

( "Everyone feeds on everyone else's magic. Every thing. It's how magic works. You think that magic is yours? You're a Harvest Girl. You're only using magic meant for your ancestral line - and where did it come from? Magic is gained. Whether it's from the Earth or from a witch."

His speech is given in labored breaths. The group hasn't seen this before, but the Colony crew has. It looks as if the magic he was using was keeping him young. He hasn't been around as long as Barnet, but, he's been around long enough to show it. Is he 80 years old now?

Scott does feel bad about putting so much pressure on him considering he sounds like he could keel over at any second. He looks at Jackson who shrugs. Like, who cares about this guy.

Kol also gets to his feet, moving to the window to open it up. Werewolf and vampires are also catching what Kieran was caught by. So. Thanks, nat 1. )

I didn't choose to be a Harvest Girl, I was made. And I've never taken anything I haven't made an effort to replenish. I have a feeling you weren't so kind.

[Just a hunch.]

Will you survive if we leave you here? Or should we drop you off at the hospital?

( He coughs for a second, bringing an arm up, producing blood as he brings it down. Likely some kind of disease that would've gotten him eventually. He seems unperturbed.

"You can't run. You can't hide. The war is coming. Power is in play in a major way for the first time in centuries and everyone wants it. Survival of the fittest." He won't feel bad about this. Besides, he was going to leave her alive, not like this. "Leave me or help me, Davina Claire, Freya Mikaelson, the power you hold is too great to pass up."

And again, he reiterates.

"It won't be yours for long."

He sputters a few breaths, eyes going glassy as he slumps down. If he's not dead, he's definitely unconscious. (All werewolves and vampires can still hear a faint pulse.) )

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[Davina doesn't seem bothered by the threat. War's come for them before. It isn't a surprise that it will come for them again. But they'll figure it out, one way or another. She does place her hand on the plant and let it wither, not wanting all that accumulated magic to fall into someone else's hands either.

Freya rises from her seat and goes to examine him closely. Not dead, not yet, but in her opinion, the parasites should be dealt with by those who were fed from. She looks to Julian.]

What do you think? Mercy or suffering?

( By now, Julian has in fact made to his feet, the magic of the spell wearing off. Leaning against the dresser, he knows his answer. )

Put him out of his misery.

( He would say mercy. He would say that he was only doing what men have done for ages. But, he took advantage, him and Barnet, and it didn't help his sister at all. )

[Freya nods, before reaching over and placing a hand on H's shoulder.]

Mercy it is.

[Because of course the Mikaelson version of mercy is a quick death over a life of suffering. Still, she casts the spell, and those with super hearing will hear the heart beat slow even more until it stops.]

( Julian watches as his life leaves his eyes, finally he regards the whole room. )

You uh - brought a whole posse with you, Kier.

( And like only one of the Underground so - that's confusing. Let him guess, the Underground thinks he's a lost cause? )

We were heading the same direction, and they offered to help. And I'm very grateful. Thank you.

[And she glances at Jackson.]

And he's here because the Underground wouldn't let me do it without at least one of them, and let me pick.

[So they got Jackson.]

I'm pretty sure he'd rather go back to work now that the job is done.

I'm grateful, too, Really. Living through my worst day over and over again lost its appeal. ( Wait ) ... You picked Jackson?

( Jackson did not like him. )

He was the one who least wanted to participate. If they were going to force me to have a tagalong, I wanted to make sure it was the one who had the least amount of Kool-Aid.

[She recognizes the value of someone telling her she's not looking at things in the right way.]

It was a real bonding moment, honestly.

( "We're BFF's," Jackson deadpans. )

Right. You know the Underground isn't a cult, right?

( "I hate to interrupt," Scott says. "But we have a dead witch. And we have to check out at noon. And everyone's checkout is at noon." So. They should really get things going, pack up and --

"We should leave him here," Jackson says. "Looks like he died in his sleep." )

I agree. Clean up the witch signs and no one will blink an eye.

[The group of them cleans up quickly, and Kieran does a spell to make her look as ambiguous as possible before she goes to check out. And once done, they all drive off to their next destination, wherever that may be.]

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