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[there's a panic when she's sees Nik's name on the list, as she's all too aware of the sacrifices he made for them back home. for him to be in this strange place as well -- she isn't sure what it means but he's the first person she calls.
Her voice is almost breathless when he picks up]
Nik?
Her voice is almost breathless when he picks up]
Nik?
[ he's known it's possible. freya, cami, and everyone here has made it clear that people come and go. people from other universes, other walks of life, other times. people from home. he knows he's been here before, that his sister has. that elijah has, and kol.
even knowing that, seeing rebekah's name calling his phone is enough to have his heart in his throat. his little sister, his partner, someone who had been his world once upon a time: it chokes him with relief and terror and anger.
he swallows it all down and answers. ]
Rebekah. [ he wants to ask how she is, if she's okay, if she knows - ] Where are you?
even knowing that, seeing rebekah's name calling his phone is enough to have his heart in his throat. his little sister, his partner, someone who had been his world once upon a time: it chokes him with relief and terror and anger.
he swallows it all down and answers. ]
Rebekah. [ he wants to ask how she is, if she's okay, if she knows - ] Where are you?
[ two days since elena's departure. one day since damon had left his mark across the mansion.
three grimoires with zero solutions for one witch who's desperately perusing bajillions of books in the library. in her heart, she most certainly knows that this top row that she had to climb a ladder on wheels (who puts ladders on wheels???) to get to will provide nothing.
yep see look what even is this? it's the actual dumbest-- oh-- ]
Shit!
[ rolling ladders!!!! bonnie drops the book in favor of catching herself to hang from the top of the shelf, and is suddenly thankful that she'd cowed and stayed in cheerleading as long as she had. ]
A little help? Hey! Excuse me, can you grab that ladder?
[ yeah, random blond guy that seems totally helpful and not at all ancient and murderous! a little help, buddy? ]
three grimoires with zero solutions for one witch who's desperately perusing bajillions of books in the library. in her heart, she most certainly knows that this top row that she had to climb a ladder on wheels (who puts ladders on wheels???) to get to will provide nothing.
yep see look what even is this? it's the actual dumbest-- oh-- ]
Shit!
[ rolling ladders!!!! bonnie drops the book in favor of catching herself to hang from the top of the shelf, and is suddenly thankful that she'd cowed and stayed in cheerleading as long as she had. ]
A little help? Hey! Excuse me, can you grab that ladder?
[ yeah, random blond guy that seems totally helpful and not at all ancient and murderous! a little help, buddy? ]
[Rebekah doesn't know any of that, not yet. She is still new here and still trying to figure things out. This is the first call she made. How could it be anyone else?
He is her brother. She has loved and hated him her entire life, as long as it's been, but at the moment all she feels is love. She does know. She knows what he did for her, for all of them. It means everything.
How could it not?]
In a garden of some sort, near a fountain.
[She seems to be okay for now, she does not feel the creeping madness of the curse that had been placed on her, not yet anyway.]
He is her brother. She has loved and hated him her entire life, as long as it's been, but at the moment all she feels is love. She does know. She knows what he did for her, for all of them. It means everything.
How could it not?]
In a garden of some sort, near a fountain.
[She seems to be okay for now, she does not feel the creeping madness of the curse that had been placed on her, not yet anyway.]
[ close. she is close. near enough to see, to have, to -
rebekah is here. klaus is choked by it for a moment; it's not lost on him she is where he was when he arrived. only but a few steps behind. ] Stay there.
[ it's his only response before he hangs up. he does not waste time; he does not dally. there is nothing more important than this: seeing his sister. it takes him no time at all to stop at the mansion's entrance to scan the grounds to spot her. even less to be before her. it's bittersweet awe and joy that washes over him seeing her face, panicked and uncertain of her surroundings. it's gripping, seizing worry that takes him next. ]
rebekah is here. klaus is choked by it for a moment; it's not lost on him she is where he was when he arrived. only but a few steps behind. ] Stay there.
[ it's his only response before he hangs up. he does not waste time; he does not dally. there is nothing more important than this: seeing his sister. it takes him no time at all to stop at the mansion's entrance to scan the grounds to spot her. even less to be before her. it's bittersweet awe and joy that washes over him seeing her face, panicked and uncertain of her surroundings. it's gripping, seizing worry that takes him next. ]
[as if she would go anywhere.
her heart seizes in her chest as she waits for her brother, unable to truly believe he is here until she sees it with her own eyes. she does not forget for a moment what he had done for them back home. when he arrives in front of her she surges forward, as if of no volition of her own.
her arms wrap tightly around him, as if she is frightened he will disappear if she lets go. despite all of their differences and issues through the years he is her brother and she loves him.
selfishly, she's glad he's here. that she does not have to endure this alone.]
It's good to see you, brother. I didn't think I would be able to so soon.
her heart seizes in her chest as she waits for her brother, unable to truly believe he is here until she sees it with her own eyes. she does not forget for a moment what he had done for them back home. when he arrives in front of her she surges forward, as if of no volition of her own.
her arms wrap tightly around him, as if she is frightened he will disappear if she lets go. despite all of their differences and issues through the years he is her brother and she loves him.
selfishly, she's glad he's here. that she does not have to endure this alone.]
It's good to see you, brother. I didn't think I would be able to so soon.
[ he suffers the same selfishness as she: a terrible gratitude and gut-clenching relief as she steps forward to embrace him without hesitation and with nothing but the welcome and need of home. whatever love and hatred has existed between them over the centuries, this has been rare. he knows even as he lifts his arms to return the embrace when she must be from; he knows it before she speaks. (he knows it, her outfit notwithstanding~)
but it is still a cold dousing; he moves away, reaches for her wrist to see it unmarred, smooth and pale. he stares at it cradled in his palm as if in doing so the mark might appear, much to his terror.
it doesn't, and he lifts his wide, full gaze to her.
they are both all right. ]
but it is still a cold dousing; he moves away, reaches for her wrist to see it unmarred, smooth and pale. he stares at it cradled in his palm as if in doing so the mark might appear, much to his terror.
it doesn't, and he lifts his wide, full gaze to her.
they are both all right. ]
[though she has loved and hated him in equal measure for centuries for a long time the hate seemed to outweigh the love. currently, however, that has shifted and perhaps nothing is more telling of that than how she embraces him, how she allows his presence to offer her comfort in a way that is has not in a very long time.
soon enough he's pulling away to check her arm, something she has barely done herself so far. the mark seems to not be there -- whatever magic freya pulled to put them in that stasis seems to have extended here. she is safe from the curse.]
I'm alright, Nik.
[thanks to you goes unsaid, she is unable to quite find the words for how she is feeling in this moment.]
soon enough he's pulling away to check her arm, something she has barely done herself so far. the mark seems to not be there -- whatever magic freya pulled to put them in that stasis seems to have extended here. she is safe from the curse.]
I'm alright, Nik.
[thanks to you goes unsaid, she is unable to quite find the words for how she is feeling in this moment.]
[ she is all right, as is he: bereft of torture and their sacrifice, suffering no ill effects of the blade. he knows it is possible; he knows it is possible to arrive here in wonderland no worse for wear, better than. he runs his thumb absentmindedly over her wrist. the warmth in her words touches him and he shifts slightly under it, uncertain how to weather the grief of it all.
what he does not truly believe is that they are all right, that they are safe. there is danger in whatever reality they inhabit. ] I suppose you have questions.
what he does not truly believe is that they are all right, that they are safe. there is danger in whatever reality they inhabit. ] I suppose you have questions.
Edited 2016-08-12 12:41 (UTC)
[in all honesty, rebekah does not truly believe it either. they have lost too much to be all right and yet it seems like the words to say all the same. they are both here and for the moment untouched by the curses that should be plaguing them still.
it is not much, but it's something.]
I have a few. Where is this place, exactly? I found the device that helped me find your name and Freya's as well, but I know little else.
it is not much, but it's something.]
I have a few. Where is this place, exactly? I found the device that helped me find your name and Freya's as well, but I know little else.
[ it is something. it is a comfort and a problem both: that rebekah is here to share their grief, their terror, and what haunts and hounds them to its fullest. she knows like no one else knows: she knows the truth of their future, the full horror of it. she knows it in visceral and total ways that freya and camille do not.
in ways perhaps they need not. should not.
he keeps her wrist in his hand, sucks in a soft breath hearing what she does know: who she knows is here, and who she doesn't. (camille.) he will tell her; he will. but they are words better left for later. (for him, not for her.) it's best to start from the top before he touches on timelines.
now give him like a short second to brace himself for the ensuing ridiculousness of what he's about to say. his jaw tightens and his smile is tight; clearly this is a point of never-ending frustration for him. ] We're in Wonderland, it seems. [ yes, that wonderland ] A separate dimension... from ours. [ that smile fades towards the end because he is 100% serious ]
in ways perhaps they need not. should not.
he keeps her wrist in his hand, sucks in a soft breath hearing what she does know: who she knows is here, and who she doesn't. (camille.) he will tell her; he will. but they are words better left for later. (for him, not for her.) it's best to start from the top before he touches on timelines.
now give him like a short second to brace himself for the ensuing ridiculousness of what he's about to say. his jaw tightens and his smile is tight; clearly this is a point of never-ending frustration for him. ] We're in Wonderland, it seems. [ yes, that wonderland ] A separate dimension... from ours. [ that smile fades towards the end because he is 100% serious ]
[the future brings nothing but pain and despair for their family, misery that perhaps they've earned in some ways but it does not make it any easier to bare. the solidarity of knowing klaus has suffered through it is comforting to be sure but if she could rob him of that knowledge, she would.
it's why she does not fight his grip, the way his fingers stay wrapped around her wrist, keeping her tethered to him.
(always and forever, the curse and gift of the mikaelsons)
her expression turns slightly judgy at the mention of where they are]
You don't mean like the Wonderland in Charles Dodson's silly books, do you?
[Originals: the only people pretentious enough to use Lewis Carrol's real name.]
How is this possible?
it's why she does not fight his grip, the way his fingers stay wrapped around her wrist, keeping her tethered to him.
(always and forever, the curse and gift of the mikaelsons)
her expression turns slightly judgy at the mention of where they are]
You don't mean like the Wonderland in Charles Dodson's silly books, do you?
[Originals: the only people pretentious enough to use Lewis Carrol's real name.]
How is this possible?
ooc: you can totally ignore this if you want to omg it's been a month and a half
[ of all the witches, in all the libraries, in all of wonderland is the basic summation of klaus' thoughts, watching bonnie bennett reach with all her considerable might to find quite the darling self-help manual (yes, he can see the title from here) only to fall quite literally into an unfortunate predicament.
the ladder rolls his way; his lifts a hand to stop it, even though its progress has already slowed. ] This one? [ is that a familiar voice you hear bonnie ] Well, I suppose it'd be my pleasure. [ he moves it back towards her, close enough to be caught by her dangling legs. ]
[ of all the witches, in all the libraries, in all of wonderland is the basic summation of klaus' thoughts, watching bonnie bennett reach with all her considerable might to find quite the darling self-help manual (yes, he can see the title from here) only to fall quite literally into an unfortunate predicament.
the ladder rolls his way; his lifts a hand to stop it, even though its progress has already slowed. ] This one? [ is that a familiar voice you hear bonnie ] Well, I suppose it'd be my pleasure. [ he moves it back towards her, close enough to be caught by her dangling legs. ]
( ooc | nooooope you're stuck with me muahaha -- would you be open to retcon timing to something recent? maybe just prior to the fourth wall event? also if you need any AC lmk and we can move this to the logs comm <3 )
[ it's not ice that runs through bonnie's veins. ice is something left to women ruled by their head. who feel their fear and accept it so that they can more easily manage it. no, beneath bonnie bennett's veins is the crackling ever-moving heat of magma that threatens to crack her open and run over unbridled. she cannot use fear as her tool until she transforms it into anger.
her feet snag the ladder and despite herself she scrambles to find purchase. once secure, though, she somehow feels less safe. surely klaus can sense the way her heartbeat has skyrocketed, her breathing paces as if she's just run a dash. her knuckles turn white where they grip the ladder. (turn it into anger.) ]
Gee, thanks.
[ she is not elena. she doesn't care about winning social chess. so her gratitude comes out covered in sarcasm before she presses her lips together against it. be smart, bonnie bennett. do it for elena. this is how you keep her safe. this is how you be her shield instead of a sword. she huffs a breath and tries again, and it almost sounds genuine from atop her high (ladder-shaped) horse: ]
Thank you.
[ it's not ice that runs through bonnie's veins. ice is something left to women ruled by their head. who feel their fear and accept it so that they can more easily manage it. no, beneath bonnie bennett's veins is the crackling ever-moving heat of magma that threatens to crack her open and run over unbridled. she cannot use fear as her tool until she transforms it into anger.
her feet snag the ladder and despite herself she scrambles to find purchase. once secure, though, she somehow feels less safe. surely klaus can sense the way her heartbeat has skyrocketed, her breathing paces as if she's just run a dash. her knuckles turn white where they grip the ladder. (turn it into anger.) ]
Gee, thanks.
[ she is not elena. she doesn't care about winning social chess. so her gratitude comes out covered in sarcasm before she presses her lips together against it. be smart, bonnie bennett. do it for elena. this is how you keep her safe. this is how you be her shield instead of a sword. she huffs a breath and tries again, and it almost sounds genuine from atop her high (ladder-shaped) horse: ]
Thank you.
ooc: yes!! something more recent is good. i concur; just before the fourth wall event. and i am good on ac but thank you ♥♥
[ klaus wonders sometimes, bored as he gets in this unfortunate dimension, when and if the former residents of mystic falls might move past the terrible traumas he's befallen them. (actually he doesn't think of them more than they deserve at all, but that's semantics.)
in truth he's quite indifferent if they do or not, so long as they do not get in his way. if bonnie's vitriolic sarcasm is anything to klaus, it's quite charming, as is how careful she is in correcting it.
for elena and their survival, no doubt. ] Well I wouldn't countenance such a powerful ally and witch hurt. [ he'll even hold the ladder so she may climb down it with some security.
such a gentleman ]
[ klaus wonders sometimes, bored as he gets in this unfortunate dimension, when and if the former residents of mystic falls might move past the terrible traumas he's befallen them. (actually he doesn't think of them more than they deserve at all, but that's semantics.)
in truth he's quite indifferent if they do or not, so long as they do not get in his way. if bonnie's vitriolic sarcasm is anything to klaus, it's quite charming, as is how careful she is in correcting it.
for elena and their survival, no doubt. ] Well I wouldn't countenance such a powerful ally and witch hurt. [ he'll even hold the ladder so she may climb down it with some security.
such a gentleman ]
( ooc | o7 sounds good! )
We're not allies.
[ she's too exhausted to do this, voice lacking the usual poison she'd try to inject. even with her feet planted on the floor, bonnie feels unseated. she refrains from rolling her eyes, instead forcing them upward only enough to meet his. (do it for elena.) ]
We're just ... people from the same world stuck together by a more powerful force.
[ this is who bonnie is. blunt and guileless. and in order to do this thing elena has made clear must be done, she's got to find some thread of truth for her inaction. her hand shakes with fear and the effort of doing nothing. ]
We're not allies.
[ she's too exhausted to do this, voice lacking the usual poison she'd try to inject. even with her feet planted on the floor, bonnie feels unseated. she refrains from rolling her eyes, instead forcing them upward only enough to meet his. (do it for elena.) ]
We're just ... people from the same world stuck together by a more powerful force.
[ this is who bonnie is. blunt and guileless. and in order to do this thing elena has made clear must be done, she's got to find some thread of truth for her inaction. her hand shakes with fear and the effort of doing nothing. ]
[He opens the video feed, but hesitates there. There's something that's pulled him towards Klaus as soon as he started to feel vulnerable, but now that he's faced with actually approaching someone for aid, he can't help but feel silly about it. It'll be open long enough to get an image of him and the labspace behind him, but he'll shut it down a moment after.
It's not worth troubling Klaus. There's too much else pressing at him.]
It's not worth troubling Klaus. There's too much else pressing at him.]
[ klaus will be the judge of that, tyvm
and he is very concerned by fitz's short and hardly comforting missive: an image of his friend clearly troubled. thoughts of obstacles at the lab and with their research immediately take hold; with freya's disappearance the instinctual paranoia clenches his insides double-fold. (he needs his plans to carry through, especially now that he has intimate proof wonderland will not discriminate with its whims.)
it's barely a few seconds after fitz's message that klaus downs his scotch, gets up from his seat, and opens up a connection in response.
he's in his living area; his rooms are all wood and southern gothic comfort, the paintings and ornaments representing the many splotches of color. it's no surprise his concern is genuine. ] What's wrong?
and he is very concerned by fitz's short and hardly comforting missive: an image of his friend clearly troubled. thoughts of obstacles at the lab and with their research immediately take hold; with freya's disappearance the instinctual paranoia clenches his insides double-fold. (he needs his plans to carry through, especially now that he has intimate proof wonderland will not discriminate with its whims.)
it's barely a few seconds after fitz's message that klaus downs his scotch, gets up from his seat, and opens up a connection in response.
he's in his living area; his rooms are all wood and southern gothic comfort, the paintings and ornaments representing the many splotches of color. it's no surprise his concern is genuine. ] What's wrong?
[Oh, he hadn't disconnected quickly enough; how embarrassing. Fitz grimaces apologetically, and runs a hand over his face as though that might wipe the dark circles away from his eyes.]
Oh -- it's nothing. Jemma and I are moving forward with the project. It's a bit difficult to pinpoint out location without reliable celestial bodies, but we ought to be close to returning to where we were before initial lab incident.
There, ah... may be a small detour to be made, though.
Oh -- it's nothing. Jemma and I are moving forward with the project. It's a bit difficult to pinpoint out location without reliable celestial bodies, but we ought to be close to returning to where we were before initial lab incident.
There, ah... may be a small detour to be made, though.
[ it certainly doesn't wipe away any dark circles; klaus has been troubled and heartened by them before: in the backdrop of the lab, it might be proof fitz has been working to his full ability. (which klaus knows he has; at least to the extent of showing up to work. he checks, every morning, for fitz's scent outside the laboratory doors.
their semi-regular tea is also informative.)
this, however. this is new. klaus' concern morphs. he blinks and his jaw tightens. ] And what's that?
their semi-regular tea is also informative.)
this, however. this is new. klaus' concern morphs. he blinks and his jaw tightens. ] And what's that?
[He's been holding the Will issue back from Klaus during their meetings. It doesn't seem like the sort of thing he'd find relevant, considering his own issues. But the truth would have outed itself sooner or later anyway.]
Jemma was imprisoned before arriving here -- that place I mentioned to you before. There's still someone there, and he.
[His breath hitches at the pronoun.]
He's important to her.
Jemma was imprisoned before arriving here -- that place I mentioned to you before. There's still someone there, and he.
[His breath hitches at the pronoun.]
He's important to her.
[ he remembers: the place where jemma was absconded to by a force unlike any he knew could exist, in his world. jemma, in that place; what had previously motivated fitz to his point of fevered desperation.
klaus sucks in a breath as his friend goes on. it's a soft reaction not of surprise, but in preparation for a sigh of understanding. it's the same, tedious story, told countless times. love, unrequited. he looks off-screen into space: fitz is hurt. he feels as if he's not the first in jemma's heart, if he ever was or could be. ]
I doubt as important as you. [ they are not empty words, spoken merely out of rote comfort: they are true. klaus is sure of it; jemma cares about fitz and has cared about him longer than anyone she might know now. ] How long was she there?
klaus sucks in a breath as his friend goes on. it's a soft reaction not of surprise, but in preparation for a sigh of understanding. it's the same, tedious story, told countless times. love, unrequited. he looks off-screen into space: fitz is hurt. he feels as if he's not the first in jemma's heart, if he ever was or could be. ]
I doubt as important as you. [ they are not empty words, spoken merely out of rote comfort: they are true. klaus is sure of it; jemma cares about fitz and has cared about him longer than anyone she might know now. ] How long was she there?
[But "rote" is how Fitz feels all of this must be. Jemma loves someone else. It would make her happy to be reunited with him, and how could he possibly deny her that? There's nothing else to be done, but what they're doing.]
I'd been working for six months before I came here. I believe that her conception of spacetime places her sometime later than that. She remembers me bringing her back, but I've not yet done that. I don't know how long she had to get to know him. There was no reliable method of timekeeping in her prison. It might have been years, for all we know.
I'd been working for six months before I came here. I believe that her conception of spacetime places her sometime later than that. She remembers me bringing her back, but I've not yet done that. I don't know how long she had to get to know him. There was no reliable method of timekeeping in her prison. It might have been years, for all we know.
[ he shouldn't deny her. in point of fact, klaus would hardly be able to, in the same position.
fitz deals in facts and figures. that's what klaus asked for, and that's what he get. that is what fitz strives to do, but facts are never the sum of their parts. jemma could have been there for years, as far as fitz knows. years in which she didn't love him but loved another. time well enough to forget the sweet lab partner she once knew. for all he knows, all the heartbreak he feels is tangential to jemma's longings, in the wake of this.
she was there for long enough.
klaus is not one to suffer uncertainties, and he's not about to allow fitz's, or fitz, to get in his own way. his question is impatient and defiant, an expectation plain in his gaze. ]
And?
fitz deals in facts and figures. that's what klaus asked for, and that's what he get. that is what fitz strives to do, but facts are never the sum of their parts. jemma could have been there for years, as far as fitz knows. years in which she didn't love him but loved another. time well enough to forget the sweet lab partner she once knew. for all he knows, all the heartbreak he feels is tangential to jemma's longings, in the wake of this.
she was there for long enough.
klaus is not one to suffer uncertainties, and he's not about to allow fitz's, or fitz, to get in his own way. his question is impatient and defiant, an expectation plain in his gaze. ]
And?
Edited 2016-11-27 23:24 (UTC)
[Oh, had he gotten bogged down in the details? How unprofessional of him, preambling like that... He shouldn't have bothered messaging Klaus in the first place; what had possessed him to initiate unwanted contact?]
And -- ah. So retrieving him will need to take priority. But if we can directly locate that particular planet, then it oughtn't be difficult to streamline the process to funnel others beyond that. It shouldn't be a substantial delay, all things considered.
And -- ah. So retrieving him will need to take priority. But if we can directly locate that particular planet, then it oughtn't be difficult to streamline the process to funnel others beyond that. It shouldn't be a substantial delay, all things considered.
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