("Well, I'd tell you to look around and ask if you see any bitches here, but I didn't bring a mirror," Hope burns. Them. They're bitches.
Hope exhales, the darker side of Josie giving away, and doesn't move her boot from the witch underneath.
"Nor her girlfriend and her surprisingly informed frenemy," Hope says with a smile. She tests out lessening the force from her foot, ready to step back if this is a full surrender. "Now, who are you and what do you want with the power Josie never asked for."
Ivan takes off his feathery jacket and presses it to his nose, which, no longer hurts but he understands is probably still broken. But, he explains to Colm. )
They're both witches. Well, Josie's a witch, Hope's --
("A lot more complicated," she says, whipping her hair back. She gives Colm a smile. Welcome to this side of their life. )
Your last name is Mikaelson. From what Cami's told me, complicated doesn't even begin to cover it.
[That being said, he's going to just let their hostages talk for now.
Wrist Witch takes a breath. "My name is Steven Jones. My dad ran afoul of a witch who stole his magic then killed him. I know it's not you who stole it, but I don't know how you wound up with his magic. Why wouldn't I assume that you were on her side?"]
("I knew I had a reputation, but how do you know my stepmother?" Lot of skeleton secrets in his deep dark, brooding closet, apparently. )
You could've tried asking. After the sold-out once a year double feature.
("Did you ever think about why all of a sudden you could sense his magic again? It was stolen by someone but it didn't go to someone, not until Josie ran afoul - nice SAT word - of a dark object called a damnum essentia. We helped restore our aunt's magic and Josie, accidentally, acquired daddy Stills'." Another second and she adds. A little dismissively, but she does mean it. "Sorry for your loss."
("You were?" she asks, a little taken out of the moment. She doesn't remember him. But, it was her dad's wedding. She did have enough to do. And was dealing with the Hollow inside her.
Hope rolls her eyes and pulls the leaf-covered witch to his feet, and as an aside to his friend.
"Sorry about him," she says. They did a number on him.
Ivon leans against his roommate, boa still pressed against his -- )
I think Colm and I are going to go to student health, you know, on account of the broken nose.
("I can heal that, actually," Hope says, letting Steve go. Colm can vouch since Colm knows everything about me. Just don't plan on dying in the next 24 hours, especially if you like your connection to the ancestors." )
[He knows external things. Facts that don't always add up to who Hope is as a person. He's not digging around for her deep dark secrets. But that's not the point.]
Vampire blood heals you, but if you die within 24 hours of having it you go into transition. I don't think we're not planning to do anything after this beyond Hope asking me a lot of questions about how I know what I know so you'll probably be safe, but it's a risk.
( He takes the information in, evaluating, still bleeding everything. )
Hope's a vampire?
("Hope's a little of everything, and standing right here. Do you want the quick fix or weeks of recovery and plastic surgery?")
Okay. Yes. I want it. Your -- vampire blood.
("Okay. This is going to seem gross. But, remember. The ends justify the means." Her fangs drop, eyes darkening as she takes a bite out of her wrist. She steps close to cradle his neck and presents her wrist. "Drink." He eyes Colm before doing just that. )
[Colm crosses his arms in front of his chest, waiting for the bit with the blood drinking to finish. Josie steps up, matching his stance as she eyes him.
"How do you know what you know?"]
Ma's a Watcher. So is my brother. He's also the new leader of the human faction in New Orleans. But Ma taught us from a young age how to protect ourselves.
( She talks to her mother and she stays apprised of local politics. When in town, anyway. She'd lost track when she was in school. Now, it matters. And. What a smaller and smaller world. )
Watcher, as in, slayer?
( She never asked Mia who her watcher was. Or, if they just ... watch. )
It's a job that was made up by stuff old British white men that essentially added up to monitoring a teenage girl until she died doing a job they were too chickenshit to do themselves. I don't think they deserve to get better branding.
[It's part of the reason why the job never appealed to him.]
They don't do that anymore, though. Now they're mostly just nerds who know a lot of supernatural shit.
[And with that, Colm's mouth snaps shut, looking over at his roommate as though to say hey, you don't see him spilling any secrets people don't already know. He does not want to talk about that, but Josie is like a dog with a bone, and she's not about to let it go.
( Ivan recovers. "Like he said, he's bred. Royally. He's a Ford. Means something to my grandmother and aunts," he contributes, trying to sidestep any mental abilities. )
You're a prince?
("You're basically a princess, aren't you? INO." In name only. )
Well, thanks, for the assist. And getting me.
( She eyes Colm, because she didn't hear any screaming. And she would've. )
[Colm huffs as he rubs a hand over his face, frustration building because it's not really a royalty thing, and he can tell from the look on Josie's face she's really not going to let this go, so he sighs.]
My family has these ... abilities. You get 'em when you turn twenty and everyone's are different, but that's it. No other magical talent really. Mine just popped up and I can hear people's surface thoughts. Everywhere. All the time. I'm still figuring out how to control it because I literally just turned twenty before Thanksgiving, but I can't like go digging for secrets or any of that shit. I just hear things people are thinking about. So sometimes - with permission - I'll find people with nice thought patterns to hang out in.
[He gestures to Ivan with a shrug.]
Ivan's one of them. He was freaking out, so I went to go try and find out was wrong.
( But, Ivan is still testing out his new nose, retrieves his boa from the ground and straightens himself back up in his heels. )
I know why you didn't tell us. But. Take it from me, living with something like that alone. It's isolating and it does more harm than good. So, I'm happy you have loose-lips over here.
[Josie flashes her girlfriend a mild look at that, because she was doing just fine without being a damsel in distress, thank you very much. But she glances over at Ivan sympathetically.]
Maybe we can stream the movie instead? I know it's not the same but ...
( Colm accompanies Ivan to their room to change and gather what snacks they have. Well, Ivan just doesn't want to be alone, he asks out loud in a punk way, saving some face from Hope, daughter of Klaus, Mikaelson and the badass Josie. Colm hears everything. Doesn't give him shit.
Back at their dorm, he knows he should be feeling more sore, and at the student center. But, Hope generously donated.
As he works at wiping his make-up off, what a waste, he glances to Colm in the mirror's image. )
Guess there's a first time for everything. You ever need vampire blood before?
[Colm shakes his head as he sorts through his things, looking for where he hid the good (read: his brother smuggled them back from Europe for him) snacks.]
Nah. Though the vamps my Ma usually deals with, you don't want to be drinking their blood. It doesn't have the same healing benefits.
( They decide to meet in the main room on the girl's floor, so Josie and Hope beat the other two there just by proximity. And, someone has to get the popcorn going. She closes the microwave door and debates "POPCORN" or 5 minutes and listening to the pops. )
I know it wasn't your magic to have, but, Dennis came in hot and I was this close to making him regret that.
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Hope exhales, the darker side of Josie giving away, and doesn't move her boot from the witch underneath.
"Nor her girlfriend and her surprisingly informed frenemy," Hope says with a smile. She tests out lessening the force from her foot, ready to step back if this is a full surrender. "Now, who are you and what do you want with the power Josie never asked for."
Ivan takes off his feathery jacket and presses it to his nose, which, no longer hurts but he understands is probably still broken. But, he explains to Colm. )
They're both witches. Well, Josie's a witch, Hope's --
( "A lot more complicated," she says, whipping her hair back. She gives Colm a smile. Welcome to this side of their life. )
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[That being said, he's going to just let their hostages talk for now.
Wrist Witch takes a breath. "My name is Steven Jones. My dad ran afoul of a witch who stole his magic then killed him. I know it's not you who stole it, but I don't know how you wound up with his magic. Why wouldn't I assume that you were on her side?"]
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You could've tried asking. After the sold-out once a year double feature.
( "Did you ever think about why all of a sudden you could sense his magic again? It was stolen by someone but it didn't go to someone, not until Josie ran afoul - nice SAT word - of a dark object called a damnum essentia. We helped restore our aunt's magic and Josie, accidentally, acquired daddy Stills'." Another second and she adds. A little dismissively, but she does mean it. "Sorry for your loss."
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[They didn't know each other then, and she had much bigger concerns at the time, but he was totally there. And sometimes he sleeps on their couch.
"I'm a siphon. I don't know why I still have it. But if you want it, you can have it back. But again, we could have talked about this."
Steven nods. "Thank you. And I'm sorry. Everything is just such a fucking mess right now."]
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Hope rolls her eyes and pulls the leaf-covered witch to his feet, and as an aside to his friend.
"Sorry about him," she says. They did a number on him.
Ivon leans against his roommate, boa still pressed against his -- )
I think Colm and I are going to go to student health, you know, on account of the broken nose.
( "I can heal that, actually," Hope says, letting Steve go. Colm can vouch since Colm knows everything about me. Just don't plan on dying in the next 24 hours, especially if you like your connection to the ancestors." )
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[He knows external things. Facts that don't always add up to who Hope is as a person. He's not digging around for her deep dark secrets. But that's not the point.]
Vampire blood heals you, but if you die within 24 hours of having it you go into transition. I don't think we're not planning to do anything after this beyond Hope asking me a lot of questions about how I know what I know so you'll probably be safe, but it's a risk.
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Hope's a vampire?
( "Hope's a little of everything, and standing right here. Do you want the quick fix or weeks of recovery and plastic surgery?" )
Okay. Yes. I want it. Your -- vampire blood.
( "Okay. This is going to seem gross. But, remember. The ends justify the means." Her fangs drop, eyes darkening as she takes a bite out of her wrist. She steps close to cradle his neck and presents her wrist. "Drink." He eyes Colm before doing just that. )
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"How do you know what you know?"]
Ma's a Watcher. So is my brother. He's also the new leader of the human faction in New Orleans. But Ma taught us from a young age how to protect ourselves.
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( She talks to her mother and she stays apprised of local politics. When in town, anyway. She'd lost track when she was in school. Now, it matters. And. What a smaller and smaller world. )
Watcher, as in, slayer?
( She never asked Mia who her watcher was. Or, if they just ... watch. )
You should tell you mom they need new branding.
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[It's part of the reason why the job never appealed to him.]
They don't do that anymore, though. Now they're mostly just nerds who know a lot of supernatural shit.
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( Like, in general.
"More," Ivan says, flexing his newly restored nose, making faces. Weird it was destroyed moments ago. "He knows more." )
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"How'd you guys know we were in trouble?"
Colm, fortunately, has an answer for that.]
The screaming kind of gave you away.
[Now he just Hope doesn't sell him out.]
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You're a prince?
( "You're basically a princess, aren't you? INO." In name only. )
Well, thanks, for the assist. And getting me.
( She eyes Colm, because she didn't hear any screaming. And she would've. )
Your highness.
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[Colm huffs as he rubs a hand over his face, frustration building because it's not really a royalty thing, and he can tell from the look on Josie's face she's really not going to let this go, so he sighs.]
My family has these ... abilities. You get 'em when you turn twenty and everyone's are different, but that's it. No other magical talent really. Mine just popped up and I can hear people's surface thoughts. Everywhere. All the time. I'm still figuring out how to control it because I literally just turned twenty before Thanksgiving, but I can't like go digging for secrets or any of that shit. I just hear things people are thinking about. So sometimes - with permission - I'll find people with nice thought patterns to hang out in.
[He gestures to Ivan with a shrug.]
Ivan's one of them. He was freaking out, so I went to go try and find out was wrong.
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( That's not what she expected, and she feels bad he had to let it all out like that. )
That's gotta take its' toll.
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[To put it mildly. He does relax some now that he's not keeping it to himself anymore, but it's still a lot to tell people.]
It's not that I don't think you all can keep a secret it's just ... weird to talk about.
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( But, Ivan is still testing out his new nose, retrieves his boa from the ground and straightens himself back up in his heels. )
I know why you didn't tell us. But. Take it from me, living with something like that alone. It's isolating and it does more harm than good. So, I'm happy you have loose-lips over here.
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I'm not totally alone.
[A beat.]
Honestly, I'm almost incapable of being alone. I have seven brothers. But ... I appreciate the thought.
[And since he doesn't want to be talking about this anymore, he claps his hands together to distract.]
Do we want to get snacks and head back to the dorm to make sure this one is in the least amount of danger possible?
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( Just one more tease. Maybe now things will cool? He's supernatural. Not a bad thing, Jose. )
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Maybe we can stream the movie instead? I know it's not the same but ...
[At least she'll have seen it.]
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( Which she is for. And she didn't mean it like that! She was making sure Colm didn't mean it like that! )
Believe it or not, I've never seen this... Picture Show? Sounds old. But, I'm in.
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They had me at snacks.
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Back at their dorm, he knows he should be feeling more sore, and at the student center. But, Hope generously donated.
As he works at wiping his make-up off, what a waste, he glances to Colm in the mirror's image. )
Guess there's a first time for everything. You ever need vampire blood before?
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Nah. Though the vamps my Ma usually deals with, you don't want to be drinking their blood. It doesn't have the same healing benefits.
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I know it wasn't your magic to have, but, Dennis came in hot and I was this close to making him regret that.
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