[Dean gets a call from Chris Argent asking for a meeting.
Sam's response was "who?" and he got treated to a long-winded rant about that time Dean and John got pulled onto a job with Gerard Argent, Chris's father, and how that man gave their grandfather on the Campbell side a run for their money. Chris seems to be okay, however, and it's been long enough that any bad blood has likely fallen to the wayside.
A meeting won't hurt anyone, so they set one for a diner just outside of Houston. As they make their way inside, Sam spots the graying hunter, with a dark-haired woman sitting at his side. He turns, nudging his brother, before tipping his head in their direction. He lets Dean lead the way - he knows the guy, but he's still staying on his guard.
Just in case this guy takes after his dad more than he lets on.]
( in terms of vicious ruthlessness, Allison could give her grandfather a run for his money, but that was a dark time. she only stabbed Isaac twenty times. she's got a better head on her shoulders, now. and she knows her grandfather to be corrupted - and dead - now. but, also that his reach is now wider than they can just handle.
it's Allison's call to get the network in the know. they tried to keep it under wraps and in the family (and Scott's pack), but it's wider than even they can cover.
they can only cover a few states at a time, with Isaac helping cover france. but, since they made it to London, there's no telling how far Monroe's influence reaches.
they need to go old school and old school means old school hunters.
she hears about them before they arrive. two brothers who grew up in the life like nomadic military brats. "kind of like me, except I was lied to most of my childhood." she's past it, she still jokes.
dean approaches first, notices Allison and starts to try on that signature smile, but clears his throat because - hey, there's also Chris. )
( One of her other hunters had passed on word that the Winchester's were something to look at. Good to know it wasn't exaggeration. Irrelevant to their proceedings. )
Is it Gerard?
( Dean has to ask. He worked personally with Gerard and that guy scared him. Never mind, he was a kid at the time. That guy would scare him at this age. There was a ruthlessness and coldness in his eyes Dean remembers well. His father always worked with who he needed to, but there was a reason they hadn't dealt with Gerard again. Even when his dad had been called to Beacon Hills, California.
One of the only jobs he remembers his dad turning down.
Allison does look to her father to see if she can say it. That doesn't stop Dean for keeping his foot in his mouth. )
Because, no offense, we don't do jobs with him anymore, and we're both here because Chris called, not his borderline psychotic father.
( Lucky for the both of them, it's only Chris who seems to not appreciate the comment. But, that only comes from the eyebrow he gives. He's questioning her decision, it's clear, but Allison doesn't lose her cool. )
And he didn't get any better. ( Which should clear some things up, right? ) I loved my grandfather, I love my dad. But, the code they lived by, it's different than the one we live by now. This is about Gerard, but it's not about working with him. It's about saving people from his influence. Even though he's dead. My dad says you're good hunters. Have you crossed paths with anybody affiliated with Tamara Monroe?
"He's a former hunter. And, a werewolf." ) Like Scott.
( "Different kind." )
That someone isn't just one someone. There are others out there who are tracking and targeting supernaturals. Gerard influenced a woman named Tamara Monroe and she's... widened her scope. She's persuasive. As far as we know, her reach extends over into Europe. And most of these people, they're not seasoned hunters. They're civilians. Weaponized.
( How else to put, Gerard replaced his once-brainwashed militant grand daughter with a brain-washed militant guidance counselor. )
He took advantage. He used her fear.
( Tamara might as well be his protegé. )
You're here because my dad trusts you. Because, any hunter we speak to, you're the first names out of their mouths. We can't stop them alone. Ten years later, it feels like... it's escalating.
( A few things. It's a multi-pronged approach. She details the supernatural points on the map. The cities that might get hit harder. Mystic Falls because of the Salvatore School, New Orleans because of the major witch and vampire players. Lebanon, Kansas. Surprises there? )
[Despite having the full weight of the Mikaelson family at her beck and call, when Freya is doing favors for friends, she tends to work out of Rosseau's. She's trying to be a bigger part of the witch community and that means putting some distance between herself and the Abattoir.
It's one of Davina's rules. If Freya wants to be part of the French Quarter coven, then she needs to act like it, and not have the weight of her family looming in the background. Freya agrees.
The bells chime on the door to the back room, and she catches the reflection of dark hair in the silver of Ivy's stew pot. She glances over, eyeing her for a moment before raising an eyebrow.]
Are you here for food or a different kind of cooking?
( Sometimes, Allison does things on her own. The Argents ,while equal opportunity, are still a matriarchy. What she says goes. It started as soon as she came of age. The other hunters respect her. They go where she asks and report back. Scott's pack is an extension, though, she would argue that she and Scott are equals.
She doesn't have to explain herself, or where she's going.
She always had a soft spot in her heart for New Orleans. She was there as a little girl during one of her parents' pit stops. Weird thing was, the entire werewolf population had vanished.
She's told this story now, of course.
But, Allison now has witches of her own on her payroll. And she's been told just how concentrated magic is in NOLA. And not just magic, but people who are magic. The city 'lights up like a Christmas tree.'
She prefers not to make her presence known, or she'd reach out directly to the regent. Despite the Davina Claire's existence, Rousseau's also has the highest concentration of singule conduit magic.
Next best thing?
She takes off her sunglasses and rests them on her head. )
That depends. The sign said you were open?
( Maybe it's a slow day. Better that they're alone. She must be giving off all that magic. )
( She takes off her sunglasses completely, setting them on an empty table in front of her. )
And if I don't exactly know why I'm here?
( Or, who she's supposed to be meeting. She eyes Ivy, who seems friendly. But, Allison doesn't have the power to sense power. She only knows someone here has it. )
( Bringing her sunglasses with her, she does as Freya says, following her into a smaller back office. Away from prying eyes, or Ivy's ears, Allison takes a seat. )
I think I'm here for you. I've done the research and there's someone powerful here. Maybe both of you, but, something tells me it's you. You're magic.
[Since there's terminology for these things. You can't just go around calling people magic, Allison. But she also is a little on edge, because she's not sure what Allison is looking for, exactly.]
A wide network of hunters, people I'm not affiliated with, are targeting supernaturals across the country. A decade ago, they were small, but faithful. And then they fell off the map.
( And with Allison here, it's probably clear they're back on it. )
They're emerging again. Tracking werewolf packs, hexing witches - we think they've even brought a few witches to their side. They're getting too good at finding people we've hidden. Right now, there are whole packs that keep on the move.
( She narrows her eyes. )
I'm here because Tamara Monroe, their leader, was seen at the Louis Armstrong airport. In New Orleans.
[She doesn't sound like she's not taking this threat seriously, because she understands Allison's concern. She even appreciates the warning. But she also isn't going to entirely trust it on face value, nor is she going to worry about too much when Marcel is still in town.
Some of the Originals - particularly Klaus - may be sneaking off for Hope's graduation, but not all of them. She reaches for her phone, and begins texting out warnings: to Marcel, to Davina, to Aiden, who's acting the role of alpha in the Bayou while Hayley is out of town, telling them to prepare. But her gaze is still focused on Allison.]
[Oh there's a name she knows. It's been a while since she's spoken to Marin Morrell but the wayward reaches of the Bennett line always find their way back to a Mikaelson, one way or another.]
She sent you to find me? Or she sent you to just find the most powerful witch in the room?
( Where magic lit up the brightest, in the largest cluster. )
She didn't know if it would be you, or the Regent. And your regent is cloaked. As she should be. She said that, magic isn't always a constant. One witch could have power, but that same witch, it only takes one decision...
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Sam's response was "who?" and he got treated to a long-winded rant about that time Dean and John got pulled onto a job with Gerard Argent, Chris's father, and how that man gave their grandfather on the Campbell side a run for their money. Chris seems to be okay, however, and it's been long enough that any bad blood has likely fallen to the wayside.
A meeting won't hurt anyone, so they set one for a diner just outside of Houston. As they make their way inside, Sam spots the graying hunter, with a dark-haired woman sitting at his side. He turns, nudging his brother, before tipping his head in their direction. He lets Dean lead the way - he knows the guy, but he's still staying on his guard.
Just in case this guy takes after his dad more than he lets on.]
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it's Allison's call to get the network in the know. they tried to keep it under wraps and in the family (and Scott's pack), but it's wider than even they can cover.
they can only cover a few states at a time, with Isaac helping cover france. but, since they made it to London, there's no telling how far Monroe's influence reaches.
they need to go old school and old school means old school hunters.
she hears about them before they arrive. two brothers who grew up in the life like nomadic military brats. "kind of like me, except I was lied to most of my childhood." she's past it, she still jokes.
dean approaches first, notices Allison and starts to try on that signature smile, but clears his throat because - hey, there's also Chris. )
Chris Argent.
And Allison Argent. His daughter. Sit down.
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Sam.
[Then another thumb towards his brother.]
Dean.
[And but he does as he's told, sliding into the booth and moving all the way over so that Dean can sit down next to him.]
So what's the trouble?
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Is it Gerard?
( Dean has to ask. He worked personally with Gerard and that guy scared him. Never mind, he was a kid at the time. That guy would scare him at this age. There was a ruthlessness and coldness in his eyes Dean remembers well. His father always worked with who he needed to, but there was a reason they hadn't dealt with Gerard again. Even when his dad had been called to Beacon Hills, California.
One of the only jobs he remembers his dad turning down.
Allison does look to her father to see if she can say it. That doesn't stop Dean for keeping his foot in his mouth. )
Because, no offense, we don't do jobs with him anymore, and we're both here because Chris called, not his borderline psychotic father.
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[Sam takes a deep breath because he doesn't want to work with Gerard either, but they could probably make that clear without being an ass about it.]
It's ... the last time they saw each other, it didn't go well.
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And he didn't get any better. ( Which should clear some things up, right? ) I loved my grandfather, I love my dad. But, the code they lived by, it's different than the one we live by now. This is about Gerard, but it's not about working with him. It's about saving people from his influence. Even though he's dead. My dad says you're good hunters. Have you crossed paths with anybody affiliated with Tamara Monroe?
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I have been seeing a lot more hunters floating around. Garth said he and the pack have had to move a few times to avoid someone who was tracking them.
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Allison looks over.
"He's a former hunter. And, a werewolf." ) Like Scott.
( "Different kind." )
That someone isn't just one someone. There are others out there who are tracking and targeting supernaturals. Gerard influenced a woman named Tamara Monroe and she's... widened her scope. She's persuasive. As far as we know, her reach extends over into Europe. And most of these people, they're not seasoned hunters. They're civilians. Weaponized.
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[He glances between the two of them as he tries to draw all the conclusions together.]
So what does this have to do with Gerard? Was she his protege or something?
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He took advantage. He used her fear.
( Tamara might as well be his protegé. )
You're here because my dad trusts you. Because, any hunter we speak to, you're the first names out of their mouths. We can't stop them alone. Ten years later, it feels like... it's escalating.
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[Sam and Dean don't have anything huge and earth-shattering on their plates at the moment. Maybe it's time they put their reputations to good use.]
What do you need us to do?
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It's one of Davina's rules. If Freya wants to be part of the French Quarter coven, then she needs to act like it, and not have the weight of her family looming in the background. Freya agrees.
The bells chime on the door to the back room, and she catches the reflection of dark hair in the silver of Ivy's stew pot. She glances over, eyeing her for a moment before raising an eyebrow.]
Are you here for food or a different kind of cooking?
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She doesn't have to explain herself, or where she's going.
She always had a soft spot in her heart for New Orleans. She was there as a little girl during one of her parents' pit stops. Weird thing was, the entire werewolf population had vanished.
She's told this story now, of course.
But, Allison now has witches of her own on her payroll. And she's been told just how concentrated magic is in NOLA. And not just magic, but people who are magic. The city 'lights up like a Christmas tree.'
She prefers not to make her presence known, or she'd reach out directly to the regent. Despite the Davina Claire's existence, Rousseau's also has the highest concentration of singule conduit magic.
Next best thing?
She takes off her sunglasses and rests them on her head. )
That depends. The sign said you were open?
( Maybe it's a slow day. Better that they're alone. She must be giving off all that magic. )
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[She turns to face Allison fully this time. Her head tips to the side, appraising her, and then she smiles.]
If you're here for a drink, that doesn't open until four. If you're here for lunch, I think the stew is going to be another twenty minutes?
[She glances over to Ivy, raising an eyebrow as though to confirm and the other witch shrugs. "Give it a half hour, just to be sure."]
Half-hour, then. But if you're here to see me ...
[She folds her hands over her knee and offers a small smile.]
I am currently open for business.
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And if I don't exactly know why I'm here?
( Or, who she's supposed to be meeting. She eyes Ivy, who seems friendly. But, Allison doesn't have the power to sense power. She only knows someone here has it. )
Can we talk here? Uninterrupted?
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Follow me.
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I think I'm here for you. I've done the research and there's someone powerful here. Maybe both of you, but, something tells me it's you. You're magic.
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[Since there's terminology for these things. You can't just go around calling people magic, Allison. But she also is a little on edge, because she's not sure what Allison is looking for, exactly.]
What exactly is it that you want?
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( And with Allison here, it's probably clear they're back on it. )
They're emerging again. Tracking werewolf packs, hexing witches - we think they've even brought a few witches to their side. They're getting too good at finding people we've hidden. Right now, there are whole packs that keep on the move.
( She narrows her eyes. )
I'm here because Tamara Monroe, their leader, was seen at the Louis Armstrong airport. In New Orleans.
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[She doesn't sound like she's not taking this threat seriously, because she understands Allison's concern. She even appreciates the warning. But she also isn't going to entirely trust it on face value, nor is she going to worry about too much when Marcel is still in town.
Some of the Originals - particularly Klaus - may be sneaking off for Hope's graduation, but not all of them. She reaches for her phone, and begins texting out warnings: to Marcel, to Davina, to Aiden, who's acting the role of alpha in the Bayou while Hayley is out of town, telling them to prepare. But her gaze is still focused on Allison.]
And why should we trust you?
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Because, my name is Allison. Argent. Marin Morell sent me.
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She sent you to find me? Or she sent you to just find the most powerful witch in the room?
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( Where magic lit up the brightest, in the largest cluster. )
She didn't know if it would be you, or the Regent. And your regent is cloaked. As she should be. She said that, magic isn't always a constant. One witch could have power, but that same witch, it only takes one decision...
She didn't know who she was sending me to.
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