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A heavy silence permeated the air as Henrik allowed Damon's words to sink in. Just from the tone of his words alone and the hard look in the other's eyes, he knew that he had been figured out. That somehow the compulsion he put the other under all those years ago had worn off - more than likely due to both of them being stripped of their vampirism. Henrik wasn't particularly in control of his newfound witch abilities as of yet, but he could sense Damon's aura; and it didn't give off that of the undead. "I.." He swallowed. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean.. We met before that?"

"Try again." A shorter fuse comes with shorter patience, a quality he doesn't possess on the absolute best of days. Not going to win him many points at home by tearing into Rebekah's kid brother on sight (thousand year old 'kid', as he had pointed out, but she's sentimental and he gets that .. sort of) so he's giving Henrik another chance to get his own story straight. "We didn't meet at the Grill."

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The overwhelming emotions that swirled within him felt stifling - Henrik was used to being able to compartmentalize his thoughts and feelings, his vampirism giving him the mental capacity to do so, but without that, he felt as though he were on the verge of cracking. He wasn't used to change. He'd been the same way for the past thousand years. Being a vampire, as supernatural as it was, was very natural to him by that point. The sudden feeling of his sister's hand resting on his shoulder made him jolt, his heart lurching in his chest. The quick and sudden shock had triggered his newfound magic, causing a lamp fixture a few feet away to explode, sending tiny shards of glass scattering across the floor. "I'm sorry," he breathed out, locking eyes with his sister. Her gaze and words of reassurance was just enough to help steady himself, his breathing leveling out slowly but surely. "I just.. Don't know what to do. And I'm worried about you and Nik.. How are we supposed to protect ourselves? What if someone finds out that we're human now? We're sitting ducks.." For the most part. Henrik had been transformed into a witch, but he had no idea how to use magic. He didn't even know where to start. "What if we can't endure this?"

Rebekah inhaled deeply, her fingers brushing over a faint cut on her arm that should have healed instantly, but hadn't. A stark reminder of her newly mortal fragility. Her gaze shifted to Henrik, catching the flicker of fear in his eyes. "Henrik," Her tone was gentle, one she reserved for him alone. "We will fix this." Reaching out, her hand rested on his shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze. She decided to keep what Damon and Alaric had shared with her, a secret. The last thing she wanted to do was burden her siblings with suspicions of Esther's, at least, not until she was certain that their mother was the one behind this. "We've endured far worse than this,"

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@traumatise

Henrik hadn't realized how much he had come to depend and rely on his vampiric abilities over the past one thousand years until he actually lost them. The speed being the ability he used the most. The one he enjoyed the most. There was nothing more exhilarating than moving in the blink of an eye - except maybe feeding on someone. The thought of feeding on someone's blood almost immediately made Henrik's stomach churn, and that really solidified the horrifying thought that he wasn't a vampire anymore. Mortal. Weak. Defenseless. He couldn't get home fast enough, the slow pace of his steps making his anxiety creep up higher and higher until he finally crossed the threshold of Mikaelson Manor. "Nik? Bekah?" He called out, looking for somebody, anybody, that could give him answers.

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@irasceris

"Damon." As soon as Henrik said his name, he wished that he could take it back. He couldn't face the other male right now, especially when he was still dealing with losing his vampirism and trying to figure out why he had lost his vampirism. It was just another issue added to the seemingly endless heap of problems that continuously piled up. But he just couldn't help himself; after seeing Damon for the first time in fifty years, he'd been brought back to the forefront of his psyche. He hadn't seen him since their little conversation a few weeks prior, but hadn't been able to keep his mind off of him for too long. "Um.. We met at Mystic Grill a few weeks ago, remember? How've you been?" He asked awkwardly, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck - a tell tale sign of his discomfort.

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@etcrnalfangs

"Bekah.. We need to fix this." As it turned out, Henrik wasn't alone in losing his immortality. Both of his siblings had been hit with the same spell, or curse as Henrik would rather describe it, that he had been. It wasn't surprising that he was a little on edge - freaking out would probably be a more accurate term. The youngest Mikaelson had grown quite fond of being a vampire. The strength, the speed, the invulnerability. Losing all of that, not to mention so suddenly and without warning, had understandably scared him. "What do we need? You're familiar with spells and charms and the like - do we need a witch? A witch doctor? A shaman?" It was the first time in a millennia that Henrik really felt helpless and at a loss of what to do. He felt like he had been reverted back to the days of his childhood - lost and looking towards his older siblings for help.

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@mediumatt

If there was one thing that came along with mortality that Henrik didn't miss, it was a weakened immune system. He hadn't had to worry about illness or disease in over a thousand years - so much so that he had all but forgotten what it was like to fall ill. And it was just his luck that, in the midst of losing his vampirism, he had somehow caught a bug from some other living being. He leaned against the bar of the Mystic Grill, covering his mouth with his elbow as a heavy sneeze ripped through him, followed by a disgruntled noise. His head ached and he huffed out a sigh, looking up at the familiar blond standing a few feet away. "I swear.. When I get my hands on the person who gave me their vile germs, I'm going to," his words were cut off by another sneeze.

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Hunters (2020-2023). Duck. Quail. Goose. Crow.

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"Not really sure that's the correct wording, but I get the sentiment." The sight of the bloodied knife being twirled around would have frightened anyone else if they had encountered it. Luckily for Silas, a lone knife wasn't enough to strike fear into his heart. Hell, with how iced over as his heart was, there wasn't a knife sharp enough to penetrate it. "The maid?" He huffed out a breath, the sound laced with amusement. "Nope. Just curious, really." He crouched down next to one of the dead bodies, dragging his finger across one of its wounds before bringing his finger up to his mouth and licking it clean. "Never came across a vampire that would let all of this blood go to waste. Consider my interest piqued."

oh, creepy. supermodel over here doesn't even look too upset about the bodies. or the blood. or the gore. "you know what they say. you wear what you eat. and i could be weirder and wear vests made of human skin instead of a little blood, so let's count ourselves lucky." kai rises, slow, twirling his knife around in his hand as he considers the man before him. "why? are you the maid?"

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Something akin to amusement filled his chest when he noticed her take a step backwards — if only distance between them would keep her safe from him. "The first as in I'm the reason your precious little Stefan even exists.. Not my proudest achievement, I admit. As the original holder of this handsome face, I have to say I'm disappointed with how my carbon copy's turned out. At least he has good taste in women.." He looked Elena over, distaste flickering in his eyes. "Looks wise, at least. His taste in personalities needs a lot of work." He scoffed at her questions. "Hurt him? If only he could be so lucky once I get my hands on him."

when he steps closer, she immediately steps backward. better to keep the distance between herself and—whoever, whatever this is. "silas. what do you mean, the first?" and is he a vampire, too? is he intent on hurting her—is she already pretty much a dead girl walking? better to keep him talking and work out how to get herself out of this. "is this about stefan? are you going to hurt him?" her heart pangs at the thought; how many enemies can they possibly have?

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"How'd you know?" Diego was glad that the stranger seemed more than happy to play along with him; it'd been a while since the vampire had an opportunity to have a fun and lighthearted conversation with someone. "What's in it for you? You get the pleasure of knowing you're smart enough to solve my riddle. Bragging rights and all that, you know?"

👻 — Maybe it wasn't very original, but it was the first of the night, so Matt would give it to him. "Is it about a horse?" he asked, sounding ready to play. "Maybe. And if I do, what's in it for me?"

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Diego could practically smell the anxiety and nervousness coming off of her in waves. The human body was a complex, beautiful thing - becoming a vampire had only made him realize that fact even more. Hearing the way someone's heart rate changed due to their emotions, seeing the blood rush to their cheeks; it made it so much easier to read people. Much easier than it was when he was human. "You really want to play this game, Jo? Seriously?" He wasn't one for playing games; especially not under circumstances such as these. "We have a lot to catch up on and I'd appreciate it if you dropped the act."

🩺 → josette laughlin was nearly as far away from portland as she could get in the continental united states, and other than her brother who had escaped from his prison, she never thought she'd see another familiar face again. when she saw one, or rather, they saw her, she froze. if diego was here, anyone else could be, anyone who could be leaking back the news of kai's freedom to their father. " - i'm sorry, you must have the wrong person."

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"The favorite brother, actually. I'm the baby," he joked lightheartedly, politely shaking her hand. Although he wasn't necessarily lying. It wasn't all that farfetched to say that he would be any of his siblings' favorite sibling if you asked them on any given day of the week. "The pleasure is all mine, Carol. And please, call me Henrik. Or Rik." His eyes dropped downwards, taking in her costume. "Might I say, I love your costume. Very good choice. Jackie O is probably one of my favorite First Ladies."

💰 → "another brother, how exciting. well it's a pleasure to meet you, mr. mikaelson." having never had any siblings of her own save for the younger brother she met only briefly, carol has always wondered what having a large family would be like, though she didn't focus on that for long. "mayor lockwood, but you can call me carol."

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As Bonnie began delving into her explanation, Sadie couldn't deny that she was surprised. She'd honestly assumed that Bonnie had never dabbled in dark magic before; that her grandmother would have tried to deter her from it as much as possible before her passing. Obviously she didn't do a good enough job at that - not that Sadie was complaining. If anything, it made her end goal a little easier to reach. "I see." She breathed out, keeping her tone light and sympathetic. She reached out to gently take Bonnie's hand in her own, giving it a comforting squeeze. "For starters, I just want to say that I'm sorry. A young, promising witch like you should never be in the middle of vampire business. It does nothing but end in our own suffering; trust me. And I'm sorry to hear about your friends dying.. But, Bonnie.." The older witch pursed her lips. "You can't hold onto that guilt. You did what you thought was right, and it came from a good place. You're so strong. Stronger than a lot of other witches can only ever hope to be. Dabbling in dark magic doesn't make you evil or a bad person. Any witch worth her weight in magic explores all facets of the craft. How can you master magic as a whole it if you don't understand every avenue of it?"

bonnie obliges, sinking down into the seat beside her. there's something guilty festering in her, ridiculously enough, like she's seven again and getting caught by grams with her hand literally in the cookie jar right before dinner. "i ... they died. they were killed, by this maniac—the original vampire called klaus. and i did something stupid." she takes a breath, meets sadie's eyes. they're strangers, but she's grasping at straws for support, for someone, anyone in the world who might actually be anywhere close to the family she needs right now. "i ... used dark magic to bring matt back. i resurrected him." she flinches, all too aware of the balance she's upset in doing so.

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"It's definitely not too much. I think it suits you very well, actually. Ten out of ten, if I do say so myself." Brianna had no problem with feeding into Rebekah's ego just a tad bit - she wasn't blind. The blonde was a beautiful woman, and the hybrid was more than happy to compliment a beautiful woman whenever the time called for it. "Heavy on the overbearing brother, huh?" She couldn't help but asked playfully. As much as Brianna respected and looked up to Klaus, she wasn't oblivious to trials and tribulations that he went through with his siblings - or more accurately, the trials and tribulations they went through with him. "You'll be seeing me there." She glanced down at her own costume with a slight smile. "You know me; can't let Klaus get into any trouble. How am I supposed to watch him if I'm not around?"

Rebekah let out a soft chuckle, "Same old, same old." She echoed in response with a nod. As Brianna complimented her attire, the smirk tugging at her lips bloomed into a full smile. "Gold suits me, doesn’t it? Or do you think it's a bit much?" Admittedly, she had never attended a Halloween festival before, and the last thing she wanted was to stand out like a sore thumb. "Yes, it seemed fitting, really." She said with a touch of irony. "It's only natural we'd draw inspiration from the gods. Immortality, power, an overbearing brother..." She trailed off, shooting Brianna a wink before turning back to the hybrid. “And you? Will I be seeing you there, tonight?"

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"It's a good thing you know me so well then, isn't it?" The amusement in his eyes mirrored hers. It was obvious that he enjoyed the back and forth banter; there weren't many people that could keep up with his wit and humor. Yet another reason why amongst all of the doppelgängers, Katherine fell into the category of his favorite more often than not. "And it's a fair price to pay for living to see another day. I respect your dedication to keeping your undead heart beating." Most people would have given up after over five hundred years, but it seemed as though the woman had only become more resilient with each passing century. It was fascinating to see unfold in real time. "Ah, you and I both know it'd be stupid of me to reveal my cards if I had any. Let's just say that now that I'm back.. Things won't be so boring anymore."

“I’d be offended if I didn’t know you better.” Katherine smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She casually moved past the snack table. “You should know that better than anyone—survival comes with a price. I’ve just always been willing to pay it." Her gaze drifted toward the crowd, but she paused, unwilling to disappear into the sea of people. It was a full moon, and between the Hunters and werewolves lurking about, she’d rather take her chances with Klaus’ brothers. “So,” she started, turning her attention back to him, “Now that you’re back from the dead and fully rested, what’s your next grand plan? Or are you just here to admire the view?”

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"Supervillain? I'm flattered that you think so highly of me already." Silas chuckled under his breath. "That's the thing about games, Bonnie.. You never know who's great at playing them until it starts. And you'll quickly find out that, no matter what we're playing, I'm always the game master." He knew that he had gotten through to her, at least partially, when he saw a flicker of interest in her eyes. Bingo. "I don't think you're understanding me, Bonnie. I want the demise of vampires - every vampire walking this earth. And I figured you of all people would be on board with that, seeing as how vampires have turned your life upside down."

"if one more self-obsessed supervillain shows up talking about playing games, i'm going to invent one of my own. and you won't enjoy it." on and on he goes, rapidly decimating bonnie's patience (how many times do they need to go through this same old monologue with an ever-changing cast of people? seriously.) ... until he cuts to the chase. the demise of vampires. bonnie eyes him steadily in return, a flicker of something unexpected finally stirring inside of her—interest. "okay, fair enough. then let me point you in the direction of a very specific vampire family: the mikaelsons. knock yourself out."