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I. Second Time's The Charm This... this looks awfully familiar, and... familiar in an awful way. Look around all you like, it won't change, it won't go away. You are in Wonderland. No, worse: You're back in Wonderland. Just when everything was nice and comfortable at home, or-- or wasn't it? Maybe you're happy to be here again. Hey, no judgement, free room and board is nothing to scoff at! Blessing or curse, that's really up to you; all you know for sure is that, apparently, you're here to stay. II. What will you children do next? It's time for another wonderful event in Wonderland! For its duration characters will suddenly find themselves ten years older or younger. This can be physically, mentally, or both, i.e., if your character is 20 years old right now, they may become 10 physically but still have the mind and memories of their 20-year-old self, or they may revert to the mentality of their 10-year-old self and lose all the memories they have of being older. Characters over 200 years old may even age by a century, as a decade isn't that long for them. III. Through The Looking-Glass What an extraordinary day! All of Wonderland's mirrors-- just the things, not the capital Mirrors, not the ones like you --are suddenly shattered! Shards on the floor as far as the eye can see, and empty frames that are just begging to be stepped through! Oh, but you should really stay on your side unless the Queen of Hearts orders it otherwise. Or should you? Who's to say she wouldn't want you to investigate? Go ahead, go on, explore the real side for a change! Or... stay put right where you are, and see who comes to visit. It's really up to you. IV. Wildcard Play out your character's arrival. Celebrate their anniversary. Choose a different event to experience. Do anything and everything you like!

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[malefice]

Did it?

[ Only a handful of people know where he roomed, and even less knew his true identity, so her words cause him only more suspicion and nervousness. The younger Mikaelson's gaze moves past her to Rebekah's room, trying to make a short decision of whether or not he should be calling her for help dealing with a possible enemy or protecting her from one... ]


I'm not at all disturbed, darling. [ That's hardly true but it's far more polite than the blunt questions he wishes to ask. He wants to reach out and offer to shake her hand, but if his suspicions are true that trick will be observed and possibly called out for what it really is - an attempt at a simple connection of power - a read on what and who she is. A tactic he's learned can be quite unpleasant if dealing with a demon. ]

Would you like to come in? The halls aren't too safe at the moment with Dean prancing about with a rabid trigger finger.

[So he uses a different trick, one he'd learned from Davina - reaching out with magic instead of a hand; whilst wonderland made it easier to channel the magic around them from such a place, even more perks arise. To any nonmagic user it may simply feel as though the static of the dry air from winter to spring is making itself known. To a magic user the feeling might be reminiscent to that of channeling another witch, the feel of extra magic at their finger tips. What he looks for is a push back instead of a dominant presence. But then, she would recognise a move so easily, her power making such a move almost automatic when it came to sensing him. ]

[deathlessness]

[Dahlia channeling her earlier has made her hyper aware of when someone is trying to borrow her power, even if a witch of Kol's caliber is nowhere close to being able to catch her unawares, as good as he may be. It's nothing personal, she simply has a thousand years of magic and experience at her disposal, while he's mostly applying theories. He's got a lot of catching up to do to blindside her, and technically he isn't even trying to.

When she feels that tentative reaching out, her fingers move over her pendant for a moment, brushing her thumb against the back of it as she considers, before allowing him to feel just a fraction of her actual power, but still enough to make a point. Maybe even just enough to feel that family connection between them. Of all of her siblings, he's the only one who was never given the opportunity to judge her one way or another for who she really was.

Perhaps now was the time to test the waters.]

Dean?

[She plays confused at the mention, too new to really understand what's going on, even as she heard whispers of things on the new device she was given. She's not particularly frightened, as she can't die, but she can at least keep with the pretense if it keeps them from having the conversation they're about to have where everyone can see.]

If you don't mind. I wouldn't want to impose.

[malefice]

[ That throws him off. While he wasn't attempting to use her power just feel it. What he gets in return is startling to say the least. Channeling witches always gave one the feeling of some kind of kinship - but this...? This was more.

He was still rather new to magic, that was no secret so most of what he knew was secondhand experience, and theories. What he lacked in experience he made up for in everything he learned through other witches in his time - spending time traveling with witches, teaching them and learning from them. It didn't at all help that their bitch of a mother put him in a weaker witch so she could control him.

It takes him to find his words, not even sure what to think any more. She was powerful, she was also more than familiar. ]

Dean Winchester - he's a hunter... Turned serial killer... [ He leaves off the demon part, not exactly ready to explain demons as he tries to process what he's just felt. He's not normally one to offer help and advice but this was an entirely new situation. ]

It's no imposition.

[ He retreats further into his room, expecting her to follow, only waiting for his door to be closed before he speaks again in regards to what he'd felt. But even before that he waits to question her - first he plays whatever he had previously been listening to on his record player - something soft, background noise. ]

Who are you?

[deathlessness]

[She follows him, closing the door behind her and keeping her body language open, approachable. Arms hanging loosely at her sides, open, not wanting to appear closed off or looming. This is his space and she respects that. She's not here to be a threat. She's here to be a friend.

(Unless, of course, he forces her to be a threat. then it's another matter entirely.)]

My name is Freya.

[She leaves that there for now, trying to keep things civil and also fish out how much Esther had told him when she recruited him for her plans again.]

I can't remember if that's the name I used in 1914. It was so long ago, and the memories are a bit ... hazy.

[It's common for things that happen just on the crest of Dahlia's spell. The memories of her year of life get a little faded around the edges, the closer she gets to going to sleep again. She's sick of the limitations it puts on her life, but there's nothing she can do about it. Dahlia never gave her a choice in the first place.]

[malefice]

Freya.

[ He repeats the name as if he's trying to decide how he feels about it. Stormy blue eyes linger on her for a moment before he busies himself with burning the herbs to cast a privacy spell. Just in case one of his siblings were being too nosey. ]

What's your family name?

[ That was an easy enough question to get his point across. He couldn't shake that feeling, so when she brings up 1914, he stills, even so far as to hold his breath for a long moment. ]

The party.

[ She had been kind to him, and he'd known she was a powerful witch... ] Freya... [ Perhaps that's an affirmation that she had used that name... or perhaps he was simply trying to find his footing. ]

And what is it you want from me? Once may possibly be coincidence but twice meeting me is not.

[ The suspicion is evident in his voice, and he feels no guilt for it. Whenever someone seeks him out, it's for something - never just to say hi. ]

If I've done you wrong - retaliation isn't in your best interest. There's a pretty little harvest witch next door that made it rather clear with me brother that she intends to protect me.

[deathlessness]

[She watches him connect the dots, place her at the party in 1914, and her face softens in response to the question of what she wants from him. True, she did seek him out for a reason, but not for the reasons he's thinking. It's a familiar sort of suspicion, the kind she's been met with from every member of her family, save Rebekah, but that was more due to circumstance than anything else.

So she decides to answer both questions, even if it only seems like she's answering the one, but she'll wait until the privacy spell settles before she does.]

My family name is Mikaelson.

[malefice]

[ Whilst the others have been undaggered enough and around each other to learn to despise each other - Kol hadn't; Kol had been traveling on his own or daggered, having decades stolen from him, left to rot in a box. Sure it brought his ire against Nik and he had hated that both Rebekah and Elijah always managed to be on the other side of that dagger but the memories of when they were human were more fresh in his mind. It made for an interesting opinion on them.

So when she says what he'd assumed, his own expression softens.

He remembered Henrik, he'd heard of Freya - the sister lost to the plague. Obviously that hadn't been true... or maybe it had and she found a way back like he had... ]

Are you in trouble? Has Nik done something?

[ It's not an automatic trust, nor is it really touching on if he 100% believes it... but he certainly knows how he would want his siblings to react if he went to them for help. Not that he's even sure that she wants help. ]

[deathlessness]

[At the mention of their brother, her face darkens for a moment, before she glances away and it's gone again. She didn't come here to talk about Mikael, and it's likely Kol wouldn't exactly sympathize with her either.]

Nothing that matters here. The version of Klaus that is here doesn't seem to recall meeting me, either. He just believes I'm one of the Tremé witches, and it's probably best it stays that way.

[She doesn't want to bring the Mikaelson War to this world's doors. They seem to have enough trouble already.]

But Klaus isn't why I'm here. I was simply ... curious. We hadn't had the chance to meet yet, not ... officially.

[She leaves off the because you're dead. That's probably for the best too.]

[malefice]

[ The younger catches that look and it causes him to snort. A common reaction to Nik. ]

Met him did you? As pleasant as being trapped in a burning building - he is. If you're asking me to refrain from telling the prat who you are - your secret is safe.

[ He's smart enough to question why they haven't met but the thought doesn't stay long enough to really flesh it out - instead he's recalling when they had met. ]

Not counting when I'd been chatting you up before that bloody party? [ He can't help the amused look that finds his face - really he should probably be more disturbed but then not even a week ago Dean had implied he had a thing with Rebekah. At this point it took a lot to distress him. ]

Why me? Ask any of them and they'll say I'm a lunatic.

[deathlessness]

[There's a brief moment where she looks ... confused, like she's trying to recall something that isn't there as clearly as it should be. Then her eyes widen and she at least has the decency to look embarrassed.]

Don't worry. I wouldn't have let you get that far.

[She just wanted to be around her family in whatever capacity she could. If it happened to come with a bit of ... flirting, then so be it.

But after she lets that slide she glances back to him with no small capacity of curiosity, her hand wandering to her necklace again, where she kept Finn close to her.]

Finn was happy to see me, but the rest of them never knew me. Elijah and Rebekah seemed to come around, but Klaus ... Klaus is too warped in his own paranoia to even consider me family, and their loyalties are to him. Without the context or anyone here to vouch for me, I would simply be at square one all over again, and ... that is a battle I'm not sure I wish to begin.

[She pauses again, trying to choose her words carefully.]

And you are my family, just as they are. And we do have our history, sordid as it is.

[That's mostly teasing.]

I wanted to meet the little brother I never got the chance to know. I'll also stand to reason that you can't be a bigger lunatic than the one I've been living with for the last thousand years.

[She's not scared of him. She's not scared of anything really, save for Dahlia. And if Kol does turn on her and decide to kill her, then he'll find himself incredibly disappointed, just as Klaus was.]

[malefice]

[ goodbye rebekah, hello new favourite sister

But her reaction to his teasing pulls an easy smile from him, a rare gesture if you're not Davina Claire. ]

I don't know, darling, I'm pretty charming... [ When he's not taking the piss. Kol lets out a laugh that sounds more like a sigh of relief. His expression falls as he listens to what she has to say about their siblings. ]

No, I'd say his paranoia means he thinks you're family. Don't remember how that party ended for me, do you? [ That sounds downright bitter, not that it is aimed at her. ] You want to earn their trust, I'm not the right one to use to try to get that. I've never seen eye to eye with them. The only one they cared less for than me is Finn.

Ah, I guess every family needs the lecherous one, aye? I forgive you for preying on my innocent mind.

[ Kol chuckles, finally moving from where he was standing to head to his closet to get something to drink. When he pulls out two water bottles he offers one to her, a silent invitation to make herself at home. While his room is a daunting mix of upper class snobbery and witchcraft he doesn't seem to mind her presence. From the cherry wood decor to the small indoor garden by where his room connects to Davina's with a simple door. Often he only spends time in here reading on the couch. ]

Who have you been living with?

[deathlessness]

I'm not really interested in any of their trust at the moment.

[Save for Kol's, of course. She follows his lead and reaches for the water bottle with a grateful smile, accepting the gesture for what it is. And if she's going to have to tell the whole long story, she might as well have something to drink to go with it, though they'd probably be better off with something stronger.]

Our aunt. Dahlia.

[malefice]

[ Something stronger would have been suitable if not for the fact that he wanted all the details clean and pristine. He quirks an eyebrow at her before settling down in one of the plush chairs by the couch. ]

She's the one that wanted Nik's baby dead. [ Hope was alive, his brother had shared that with him. ] So I guess bad behaviour runs in our family.

[ He's curious now, and that's obvious. ]

I heard you died of plague. You were with our aunt?

[deathlessness]

Is that what Esther told you?

[It's clear from her tone that she isn't the largest fan of their mother, but she does have her reasons.]

I guess that does sound better than her giving me away.

[malefice]

[ No one is a fan on their mother - only Finn. ]

Yes, I guess it does. Why did she give you to our aunt but keep us?

[ Kol watches her carefully, trying to decide what to feel on the matter. They were complete strangers and yet still family. She'd come to him, seemingly wanting nothing but some sort of connection. ]

Silas stayed alive and kept his magic through a similar curse to what was placed on me - you've got power though. How are you still alive and not... [ A bloodsucking monster like he had been. ] Is it the same curse as he had? [ Always the one curious about magic. Had his mother known she could have gone a different route? Had she known she needn't strip his magic away? ]

this is very late, I am sorry.

[deathlessness]

[Her eyebrows go up a bit before she shakes her head.]

Dahlia did a spell, channeling both of our power to give us immortality. We sleep for a hundred years, and we live for one. We're immortal with immense power, but as you can see, it has it's limitations.