( That hand seems like it's an olive branch and like she believes her, so she shakes it with confidence and the strength that comes from being a trained hunter. Late in the game, but still trained.
That's where you come in. I work with an organization, one that's international. It focuses on relocation. When we aren't able to cut the snake off at the head, we move. Literally. It's not you, or the regent, it's every witch and werewolf in New Orleans - that's in danger.
[That is an undertaking that's ... not going to fly. The people of New Orleans don't roll over and run. The streets will run red with blood and the city will burn before they do.
And even if they weren't, she wouldn't be able to make that call for all of them.]
I can't make this decision. As powerful as I am, I'm not one of the faction leaders. You'll have to take this pitch to them.
Three. The Regent of the witches, the Alpha of the Bayou wolves, and the leader of the vampires.
[And then there's the Mikaelson family, who tends to sit apart from all of them, even though they intersect with all three, but Freya can represent their interests well enough.]
[And it's back to her phone again. Davina already wants a meeting and says as much in her texts. Marcel is skeptical at best. Aiden can be in the Quarter in an hour, and will have Hayley on speakerphone.]
We can meet in an hour. That is, if you don't have anything better to do?
[Freya can respect that. And after the requisite phone calls are made, Rosseau's gets shut down for the day and the leaders of the factions begin to trickle in. First Davina, then Marcel, and finally Aiden, who waves a hand in apology.
"Sorry, more traffic than I thought."]
Don't worry. We're just getting to know each other.
[He nods, before holding up the phone with Hayley on FaceTime. She seems to be staying at that one bed and breakfast in Mystic Falls.
"I knew something would make me regret not flying with Klaus."]
( Allison's called in her own reinforcements. Scott in from out of town and her dad.
He introduces himself, but for the most part stays silent. He's a strategist and hunter first and foremost and with Allison older, what she says goes. Allison still consults him in everything. Scott is friendly to everyone, parking his motorcycle out back. So, that's what everyone hears before Allison checks her phone and heads through the back.
She walks him in behind her. )
Everyone, this is Scott McCall.
( He waves to everyone and sets his helmet down on a free seat.
"Everyone."
It's good to be here with everyone. )
Scott's a big part of why this is all possible. He started the network.
( On the West coast when they were a smaller outfit of Scott, Allison, Lydia, Stiles, and Derek. That was tier one. Scott's pack helped where they could. But, for the most part he tried to get his pack to go to college.
"It started with Monroe in Beacon Hills, the town we're from. She rallied everyone together. After beating them back, and taking care of this -- fear demon -- she got away. She didn't stop there." And then he turns to Allison. "How much do they know?" )
I've filled them in what Allison's told me. That you believe hunters are converging on New Orleans.
[She holds up a hand to her chest first, before gesturing to the rest of the people around her.]
I'm Freya Mikaelson. This is Davina Claire, representing the witches, Marcel Gerard representing the vampires and Aiden standing in for the werewolves. On the phone is Hayley Marshall, she's the alpha of the pack.
[Aiden smirks. "I'm honestly mostly just a glorified phone stand at this point."
Hayley laughs. "Your sacrifice is much appreciated."
Marcel, on the other hand, is eyeing the hunters curiously. "I'm wondering why exactly we should be concerned. It's not the first time we've had hunters in New Orleans. And unless they brought that fear demon here with them, they're just humans." He holds up his hands towards the token humans in the room. "No disrespect to the ingenuity of humans, but I'm not seeing the threat."]
One. Scott's not human. And, two, these aren't just human hunters. They're trained civilians. They're dangerous.
( Chris crosses his arms.: "The humans that converged in Beacon Hills had, maybe, a month under their belts. These humans have years. Treat them like a military organization. They're no run-of-the-mill hunters.")
We're not here to decide what you want to do, we're here to communicate. We're here to see if there's something we can help with. Don't tell me how far your factions reach, but tell me if you think we can stop this before it happens.
( Scott nods. "Do you have the resources. The man power."
Chris, sternly, chimes in. (Does he ever smile? Not often.): "They blend in. They'll look like tourists. Some may have already settled in."
Allison looks to Freya, and then to Marcel, to Hayley on her phone, but also to Aiden. )
I'm in Mystic Falls for the week. I'm not going to be much good to you.
[At least not in terms of logistics or sniffing out hunters. But she can put the wolves on alert if she can. There's not nothing they can do.]
The wolves can make space for the witches. If we want to set that while the vampires hunt down the hunters, that would probably be the most efficient solution.
["It's true. Witches can do our work from anywhere." Davina pushes up from the table and makes her way closer as she scans each of them, taking them in. "But I'm guessing the real question is if you're actually trustworthy."
And she's going to hold a hand out to Allison, seeing if she's willing to take it.
"I'd probably be a lot faster," Marcel comments, and Davina rolls her eyes.
"She's a hunter. If she's as good as she claims to be then she's probably already on vervain."]
You can trust us. ( She keeps that eye contact before addressing everyone, keeping Davina's hand in hers. ) Scott is the alpha of his pack. One I used to be a part of. It's made up of humans, shapeshifters, and my best friend. ( Who is a banshee. And really, she's in and out. ) I trust every one of them. Even if you don't trust us, we trust you. You're not statistics. You're not walking targets. You're people. That's what we see. ( Her eyes find Davina again. ) We see people.
[Marcel straightens at that, advancing in, but Davina holds up her hand, as she parses through the impressions she gets off Allison's hand. It doesn't work with most humans, but Allison spends enough time in the fringes of the supernatural that she responds when Davina asks.
When she opens her eyes again, she nods and takes a step back.]
She's telling the truth.
[Even Marcel seems to take that on face value, but Davina doesn't waste time. She turns back to the other three.]
We need to start evacuating the witches to the bayou, starting with the children. Slowly, so as not to attract attention, but efficiently.
[Aiden nods. "We'll make space for them and retreat as far as we can. I'm assuming we can count on them for cloaking spells in return."
Davina nods.]
The bayou is our best chance. It's a veritable maze - if they don't know how to navigate it, they'll drown before they figure it out. And while we're doing that, the vampires can work on fettering out the hunters. Once we narrow down a few, we can use them to lure out or track their friends, depending.
[She turns back to Allison.]
If you're going to stay, and you're going to help? You probably should get on vervain. It's for your own protection.
( Chris hangs back. Scott, too, though both are ready if they're needed.
Allison steps back to her dad and Scott. "We're staying. And we will. Does Scott need it?")
I'll go on it.
( Josh, who will have words with his husband after, steps out of the shadows and stands tall close to Marcel.
"You're a werewolf. Won't work on you and a vampire couldn't compel you, anyway." He just gives his husband, 'Really, not a big deal?' eyebrows. "You're still susceptible to any witches. Speaking of. Where there are humans, there are usually witches close behind.")
[Aiden gives him a look back in return because now was not the time, but it was a very fond, loving look all the same. Davina nods, because that is very true. But witches they can plan for.]
They didn't make a Harvest Girl the regent for nothing. We can contend with witches. We just need to be prepared. I'll start working on tracking down any witches that aren't ours. Freya?
["I'll help. And I'll see if Kol is around to use as a battery." Also any tricks and tips he might have picked up over the years. Even if he can't do magic himself, he certainly knows his way around.
Davina then turns back to the two hunters and Scott.]
The vampires will be working on tracking down the hunters. We could use any familiar faces you know or any information you have about their numbers.
Their numbers are large. We have people across the country trying to get real numbers. What we've been trying to do is find where they indoctrinate. Their training grounds.
( Ten years is a long time. )
Scott could call in Pack, too.
( Scott pulls his phone out: "I'm starting a group with Liam, Malia and Stiles.")
That gives you more numbers - if they can get here tomorrow? ( Scott nods: Working on it.) What else do you need?
[She reaches for a napkin on the nearby table and starts scribbling the address down on it, before handing it off to Scott so he can convey it to his friends.]
Also do you have anything of theirs? Something they may have left behind in a previous encounter? Or someone who's close to them but happens to be on your side?
( Scott takes the napkin, turns and sets it down on the bar so he can send the proper address.
Scott finishes his message and Allison waits to see what he'll say. He turns.
"Uh, I don't have anything with me, no." Except, he does say one thing. "I have a hair tie that was left behind. Malia's." Maybe one of Lydia's lip glosses. I don't have anything of the Packs'. Liam is perpetually - what's a nice way of putting, athletic and therefore pungent? He doesn't let Liam leave his things around.
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One thing catches. )
Mikaelson.
( Like... )
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Like the Original family, yes.
[What are you going to do with that, Allison?]
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( Except, Klaus. But, that's implied, right? Her research had not proven well. Then again, that means Freya did her job. )
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[If she really wants the much longer story, Freya will tell her, but as she said. Complicated.]
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( Really. Interesting. )
A witch from your line would be -- you've descended from great power.
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[Hence why she's the brightest light in the city.]
What do you need from me, exactly?
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[That is an undertaking that's ... not going to fly. The people of New Orleans don't roll over and run. The streets will run red with blood and the city will burn before they do.
And even if they weren't, she wouldn't be able to make that call for all of them.]
I can't make this decision. As powerful as I am, I'm not one of the faction leaders. You'll have to take this pitch to them.
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[And then there's the Mikaelson family, who tends to sit apart from all of them, even though they intersect with all three, but Freya can represent their interests well enough.]
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I'm here because these factions should know, they could all be in danger. Everyone in their factions.
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[And it's back to her phone again. Davina already wants a meeting and says as much in her texts. Marcel is skeptical at best. Aiden can be in the Quarter in an hour, and will have Hayley on speakerphone.]
We can meet in an hour. That is, if you don't have anything better to do?
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( It's Allison's turn to move to her bag, pulling her phone out. She may be in charge, but she still has to communicate.
There's no unpretentious way of saying my faction is international and I basically run the entire outfit. )
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"Sorry, more traffic than I thought."]
Don't worry. We're just getting to know each other.
[He nods, before holding up the phone with Hayley on FaceTime. She seems to be staying at that one bed and breakfast in Mystic Falls.
"I knew something would make me regret not flying with Klaus."]
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He introduces himself, but for the most part stays silent. He's a strategist and hunter first and foremost and with Allison older, what she says goes. Allison still consults him in everything. Scott is friendly to everyone, parking his motorcycle out back. So, that's what everyone hears before Allison checks her phone and heads through the back.
She walks him in behind her. )
Everyone, this is Scott McCall.
( He waves to everyone and sets his helmet down on a free seat.
"Everyone."
It's good to be here with everyone. )
Scott's a big part of why this is all possible. He started the network.
( On the West coast when they were a smaller outfit of Scott, Allison, Lydia, Stiles, and Derek. That was tier one. Scott's pack helped where they could. But, for the most part he tried to get his pack to go to college.
"It started with Monroe in Beacon Hills, the town we're from. She rallied everyone together. After beating them back, and taking care of this -- fear demon -- she got away. She didn't stop there." And then he turns to Allison. "How much do they know?" )
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[She holds up a hand to her chest first, before gesturing to the rest of the people around her.]
I'm Freya Mikaelson. This is Davina Claire, representing the witches, Marcel Gerard representing the vampires and Aiden standing in for the werewolves. On the phone is Hayley Marshall, she's the alpha of the pack.
[Aiden smirks. "I'm honestly mostly just a glorified phone stand at this point."
Hayley laughs. "Your sacrifice is much appreciated."
Marcel, on the other hand, is eyeing the hunters curiously. "I'm wondering why exactly we should be concerned. It's not the first time we've had hunters in New Orleans. And unless they brought that fear demon here with them, they're just humans." He holds up his hands towards the token humans in the room. "No disrespect to the ingenuity of humans, but I'm not seeing the threat."]
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( Chris crosses his arms.: "The humans that converged in Beacon Hills had, maybe, a month under their belts. These humans have years. Treat them like a military organization. They're no run-of-the-mill hunters." )
We're not here to decide what you want to do, we're here to communicate. We're here to see if there's something we can help with. Don't tell me how far your factions reach, but tell me if you think we can stop this before it happens.
( Scott nods. "Do you have the resources. The man power."
Chris, sternly, chimes in. (Does he ever smile? Not often.): "They blend in. They'll look like tourists. Some may have already settled in."
Allison looks to Freya, and then to Marcel, to Hayley on her phone, but also to Aiden. )
We're here to help. To stop this, or...
( To relocate. )
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[At least not in terms of logistics or sniffing out hunters. But she can put the wolves on alert if she can. There's not nothing they can do.]
The wolves can make space for the witches. If we want to set that while the vampires hunt down the hunters, that would probably be the most efficient solution.
["It's true. Witches can do our work from anywhere." Davina pushes up from the table and makes her way closer as she scans each of them, taking them in. "But I'm guessing the real question is if you're actually trustworthy."
And she's going to hold a hand out to Allison, seeing if she's willing to take it.
"I'd probably be a lot faster," Marcel comments, and Davina rolls her eyes.
"She's a hunter. If she's as good as she claims to be then she's probably already on vervain."]
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As for that exchange. )
I'm not. On vervain.
( Chris looks to his daughter. "Allison."
Allison steps forward then, clasping Davina's hand. )
You can trust us. ( She keeps that eye contact before addressing everyone, keeping Davina's hand in hers. ) Scott is the alpha of his pack. One I used to be a part of. It's made up of humans, shapeshifters, and my best friend. ( Who is a banshee. And really, she's in and out. ) I trust every one of them. Even if you don't trust us, we trust you. You're not statistics. You're not walking targets. You're people. That's what we see. ( Her eyes find Davina again. ) We see people.
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When she opens her eyes again, she nods and takes a step back.]
She's telling the truth.
[Even Marcel seems to take that on face value, but Davina doesn't waste time. She turns back to the other three.]
We need to start evacuating the witches to the bayou, starting with the children. Slowly, so as not to attract attention, but efficiently.
[Aiden nods. "We'll make space for them and retreat as far as we can. I'm assuming we can count on them for cloaking spells in return."
Davina nods.]
The bayou is our best chance. It's a veritable maze - if they don't know how to navigate it, they'll drown before they figure it out. And while we're doing that, the vampires can work on fettering out the hunters. Once we narrow down a few, we can use them to lure out or track their friends, depending.
[She turns back to Allison.]
If you're going to stay, and you're going to help? You probably should get on vervain. It's for your own protection.
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Allison steps back to her dad and Scott. "We're staying. And we will. Does Scott need it?" )
I'll go on it.
( Josh, who will have words with his husband after, steps out of the shadows and stands tall close to Marcel.
"You're a werewolf. Won't work on you and a vampire couldn't compel you, anyway." He just gives his husband, 'Really, not a big deal?' eyebrows. "You're still susceptible to any witches. Speaking of. Where there are humans, there are usually witches close behind." )
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They didn't make a Harvest Girl the regent for nothing. We can contend with witches. We just need to be prepared. I'll start working on tracking down any witches that aren't ours. Freya?
["I'll help. And I'll see if Kol is around to use as a battery." Also any tricks and tips he might have picked up over the years. Even if he can't do magic himself, he certainly knows his way around.
Davina then turns back to the two hunters and Scott.]
The vampires will be working on tracking down the hunters. We could use any familiar faces you know or any information you have about their numbers.
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( Ten years is a long time. )
Scott could call in Pack, too.
( Scott pulls his phone out: "I'm starting a group with Liam, Malia and Stiles." )
That gives you more numbers - if they can get here tomorrow? ( Scott nods: Working on it. ) What else do you need?
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[She reaches for a napkin on the nearby table and starts scribbling the address down on it, before handing it off to Scott so he can convey it to his friends.]
Also do you have anything of theirs? Something they may have left behind in a previous encounter? Or someone who's close to them but happens to be on your side?
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Scott finishes his message and Allison waits to see what he'll say. He turns.
"Uh, I don't have anything with me, no." Except, he does say one thing. "I have a hair tie that was left behind. Malia's." Maybe one of Lydia's lip glosses. I don't have anything of the Packs'. Liam is perpetually - what's a nice way of putting, athletic and therefore pungent? He doesn't let Liam leave his things around.
"Why?" )
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