The next thing I knew, I was back in the void with an info panel floating in front of my face.
[You Have Died]
[SWAP]
-Initiate
-Decline
And subject someone else to the HELL I'd just experienced?
Yeah Nah. Not happening.
[SWAP Declined]
[Planewalker Achieved]
[Stats, Skills, and Talents Successfully Imported]
I couldn't believe my luck!
The system must have counted the years Roman spent as Toru Hagakure because there was no way my week in HYDRA would have met my Talent's requirements.
(Thank God I'd switched with that asshole)
[World State Selection]
-Apocalypse Now:
You wake up during an apocalyptic event. The world has ended and the remnants of humanity are struggling to survive their new reality. What happened to the world is up to you. But be aware that life as you know it has ceased to exist.
-Parallel:
You awaken in a world similar to your own but with one key difference. Differences range from a world where dogs are the dominant species to America losing the Cold war. Whatever the case, the world will not be as you remember it.
-Stranger Than Fiction:
You find yourself transported to a fictional world. Which one is chosen at random but will be one you are at least familiar with. As recompense, you will be awarded one additional 'Talent Point'.
-The Gamer:
Your life is a video game. Which world you end up in is chosen at random and there is no guarantee it will be one you are familiar with. As recompense, you gain 'Gamer's Body' and 'Gamer's Mind' status effects.
Well, obviously I was going to stick with the gaming format. It was far too useful not to.
[The Gamer Selected]
[Selecting World...]
"Please don't be Naruto, please don't be Naruto!"
[The Vampire Diaries]
O.M.G.
This was a dream come true! I'd always wanted to visit the TVD Universe!
NOT!
In what world did a person want to get stuck living in a universe where Witches, Werewolves, Vampires, Siphoners, Travellers, Psychics, Hybrids, Heretics, a Tribrid, and Ghosts lived?!
NOT ME! Nuh-uh.
And let's not even mention all the creatures potentially stuck in Malivore. Thanks to Legacies, the spin-off of a spin-off, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING could exist in that world now!
With my powers, what if I ended up categorised as a Yokai or something? Or worse… A Fairy.
A shiver ran down my metaphorical spine.
Anything but that.
[Skill Selection]
[You have been awarded 2 Talent Points based on the contemplation of your last game. Talent may only be chosen once unless specified otherwise. Effects are cumulative]
-Psychopomp
Though invisible and intangible to others, you can perceive and interact with echoes of deceased people. Echoes may or may not be tied to their place of death, depending on the circumstance of their passing and/or attachments in life.
-Wildcard
You are given any power from the Superpower Wiki chosen at random. Your proficiency in this power can be increased with training and age. You may use a Talent Point to have a new power selected at random.
-Kagerou Daze:
You gain one snake from the Gorgon Azami, granting you access to a set of magical eyes. Potential eye abilities include: Concealing Eyes, Stealing Eyes, Deceiving Eyes, Locking Eyes, Combining Eyes, Drawing Eyes, Opening Eyes, Focusing Eyes, Awakening Eyes, Clearing Eyes, Favouring Eyes, and Retaining Eyes.
-Crossover:
You possess the abilities of the main character from another game. Potential games include Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5, Resident Evil Biohazard, Devil May Cry, New Dangan Ronpa V3. Only one game may be selected.
-Impenetrable Mind
Your mind is resistant to any and all kinds of mental, empathic, and hallucinogenic powers. Mind readers cannot read your thoughts, Empaths cannot feel your emotions, and hallucinogens have zero effect. All attempts to influence your mind will fail.
-Rabid
You can trigger an individual into instantly losing control of their mental faculties. This effect can either be permanent or temporary depending on your will. The amount of individuals you can trigger at once is limited to your visual range.
-Flash Mob
At any point in time, you can make others around you break into a musical number. The genre is dependent on your mood at the moment. Lyrics and choreography will automatically be downloaded into the minds of all participants the second before a musical number is to take place. Your range of influence will expand with time and experience
-Phoenix:
Every time your body dies, it will combust into flames and be restored to the state of a newborn. Your adult mind and all previous memories will remain blocked until exposure to fire. If no fire is encountered in a life cycle, the knowledge will remain stored away.
-Familiar:
Your soul physically manifests as a sentient being in the form of an animal companion. Its form is dependent on your personality. You share a psychic link that allows for the sharing of thoughts, emotions, dreams, and physical pain. If one of you is killed, so will the other.
Just two points?
What had Roman been doing with his life?!
You'd think being a literal HERO-IN-TRAINING would net him more points but NO, apparently NOT!
(This only confirmed my suspicions Roman was a dick)
UGH! If I ever encountered Roman Myers again, I was going to punch him in the face! Mark. My. Words.
His only saving grace was the fact that the Talent selection was kinda crap this time around or else I might've been tempted to gut him rather than break his nose.
I mean seriously? What kind of power was 'Flash Mob' and 'Rabid'?
If I really wanted to, I could just hypnotise a crowd to do that instead. It was a waste of a Talent if you asked me. 'Psychopomp' was just asking to be harassed by spirits, 'Familiar' painted an unnecessary target on my back, and I didn't even know what 'Crossover' did.
'Phoenix' was automatically off the table considering that would make me a daughter of Malivore and thus a potential host for the psychotic golem. I'd rather NOT have Clarke and Landon as brothers' thanks.
While 'Wildcard' was still a risk I had no intention of taking.
Honestly, the only Talents even remotely on my radar were 'Impenetrable Mind', and 'Kagerou Daze'.
For starters, having a shield in my head would be wonderful insurance against a vampire's compulsion, a Siren's hypnotism, and a psychic's telepathy (looking at you Silas and Cade).
Was that hypocritical of me considering my Siren Talent? Shouldn't I be all about that 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you' life?
Well, yes.
But actually no.
You see, Sirening had limits. There was only so much I could command someone to do. Compulsion/Telepathy however was nearly unlimited. The fact that just any old vampire could invade my mind, influence my emotions, change my memories, or control my actions horrified me on a primal level.
So, yes. I was being hypocritical. I acknowledged that.
Was I going to choose 'Impenetrable Mind' anyway? Yes, yes I was.
[Impenetrable Mind Selected]
Now, which set of mystical eye powers did I want from 'Kagerou Daze'?
Did I want to turn invisible? (Concealing Eyes), be a mind reader? (Stealing Eyes), make people freeze like statues when looking at them? (Locking Eyes), force others to look at me? (Drawing Eyes), be able to split my consciousness from my body and possess stuff? (Opening Eyes), able to locate anything in the world? (Focusing Eyes), remake my body, however, did I want to? (Awakening Eyes), be able to share my own memories and emotions with others? (Favouring Eyes), be able to remember everything that's ever happened to me? (Retaining Eyes), get possessed by the sentient snake that was Clearing Eyes, or did I want to be able to combine the powers of the others? (Combining Eyes).
Considering the one drawback of Apparition was that I had to have been to a place beforehand in order to apparate to it, Focusing Eyes would allow me to bypass that requirement.
Then again, being able to share my memories with others directly sounded cool too…
Argh! Who was I kidding? Focusing Eyes was more useful at the end of the day.
[Kagerou Daze: Focusing Eyes Selected]
[Perks and Disadvantages]
[You must choose 1 Disadvantage for each Perk chosen. A maximum of 3 Perks may be selected.]
P1- Spidey Sense
You can sense when danger is approaching. Whether that danger is aimed at you or something or someone close by, your sixth sense will be able to recognise that threat and alert you via a foreboding feeling. Threats can range from life-threatening to minor bodily damage.
P2- Lost Generation
You are a part of a generation outside the main character's generation. Characters may still be alive, though the main story plot will either already have happened or going to happen in the next decade.
P3- Cornucopia
You can manifest anything edible and/or drinkable via a thought and the use of a ram's horn. Food and drink will appear from within the hollow horn via a thought of you alone. The cornucopia cannot be stolen, given away, or lost. It will always return to your person.
P4- Perfect Recall
You can access every single memory in your head with perfect clarity. A memory, once gained, will never fade. While previous memories will be enhanced and restored. Outside forces cannot tamper with, remove or add to your memories.
D1- Dementor
You subconsciously suck out the hopes and dreams of those around you. The happier the person, the more joy they feel, the quicker they are drained. This ability cannot be turned off and is in effect within a ten-metre radius of your person.
D2- Black Sheep
For whatever reason, you never quite 'fit in' with any one group. Be that a social group, working-class, stereotype, organization, profession, or family dynamics. You will always remain on the outskirts of society.
D3- Certain Doom
You wake up as a small helpless child in the middle of a natural disaster. All you have are the clothes on your back and the Talents at your disposal. The type of natural disaster is chosen at random. You will be in immediate danger but a path to survival will be provided.
D4- Love Triangle
The person you fall in love with will always love someone else who, in turn, is in love with you. No matter what you do, all three of you will remain in a state of unrequited love. Applies to crushes, flings, true love, and one-night-stands.
Immediately my eyes were drawn to 'Perfect Recall'.
I knew, for a fact, that I'd combed over every relevant page of the Vampire Diaries Wiki. All that knowledge was going to be essential to navigating the TVD world. Who knew when a bit of obscure lore or this or that spell was going to come in handy?
This was a Perk I had to choose.
[Perk: Perfect Recall Selected]
As for its accompanying disadvantage, 'Love Triangle' seemed the tamest of them all.
Being an aromantic asexual, I could handle never having my romantic feelings reciprocated.
I'd be fine. I'd handle it.
(Good God, please let me be okay!)
[Disadvantage: Love Triangle Selected]
There were no other Perks I was willing to risk another disadvantage for. I was done.
Apparently having sensed my intentions, the Perks and Disadvantages screen disappeared and a new pop up took its place.
[Selection Complete!]
[World Loading…]
Here's to hoping I didn't die within the first month this time. But just to be safe, I would be keeping my expectations very, very low.
"'The Life and Times of Christina Gardiner' by Abby Chittick," I mused.
My eyes skimmed the first few pages.
The hardback novel followed a little orphan girl on her journey of getting kidnapped by a secret military organisation named after the mythic Greek monster 'Hydra' and her subsequent imprisonment. Chrissy, as she called herself, spent two days trapped in an underground bunker with several other kids all battling dehydration, hunger, confusion, and most of all, fear.
On the third day, the story abruptly switched genre when she got herself stuck in a time loop of all things.
Doomed to experience the massacre of her companions in a twisted game of Hide & Seek on repeat, the torment didn't end until she realised she couldn't save them and left them to die.
After that, she spent the next five days in isolation in another cell where she slowly lost her grip on reality. By the time she was forcibly operated on by her captors, she'd lost nearly all sense of reason. On the sixth day (or what she thought was the sixth day anyway) she was introduced to a man assigned as her trainer and put through a truly brutal training regimen meant for fully grown adults.
Just as it was getting to any sort of climax, the story suddenly cut off mid-paragraph.
The rest of the book was full of blank pages.
"What a dumb story," I snapped the book shut.
Slotting the faux-marron leather book back into its spot on the shelf. My fingers continued down the aisle skimming various spines. I skipped over various titles such as 'Musing on the Universe' and 'Who is God to me?' each written by the same author.
Idly, I wondered who this 'Abby Chittick' was and what power she had to warrant having an entire aisle of a library dedicated solely to her novels?
Her books weren't even that interesting. Most were about philosophy and her personal thoughts on hypothetical topics. While the rest were just books filled with basic facts about school topics. One book had been exclusively filled with times tables, for goodness's sake!
It was all highly irregular.
But then again, this entire library was rather peculiar…
"Ooo!" My fingers stopped over a comic book, "What are you doing here?"
All the books in this section seemed to be old-fashioned hardback novels. And yet her sat a thin comic book, innocuous and out of place.
Tipping my head sideways, the title read, "'The Forest of Flames' featuring Christina Gardiner as Toru Hagakure."
Intrigued, my nimble fingers tugged the comic free and opened to the front page.
The comic wasn't very long, only numbering at two and a half pages. But it was bright, flashy, and fast-paced. It starred the traumatized orphan girl from that other book as she took over the body of an invisible superhero-in-training.
The girl proceeded to royally screw up in the simplest of ways.
First, she spoke to the other characters in English instead of their native Japanese, consequently giving herself away as a body-snatcher. Then she spoke out loud while Toru's companions were hiding, drawing the attention of the people they were hiding from. Before sacrificing herself in a play to distract the two villains so they didn't think to double-check her hiding spot and subsequently find her companions.
The play was all for naught however when she again made the mistake of speaking English and got herself incinerated on the spot by the flame villain not two seconds later. All in all, she'd made armature mistakes and gotten Toru killed before her time.
The comic sucked basically.
"Boring!" I huffed, shoving it back on the shelf, "I would never do that if I was her."
Having reached the end of the shelf, I took a step back on the midnight carpet and gazed at the rest of the bookshelf. My gaze went up and up and up until the shelves disappeared into the pitch-black void above. Confused at how I was supposed to get up there, I started looking around the aisle for a ladder.
There wasn't one.
"Hmmm," I crossed my arms and tapped my foot. How was I going to reach the top shelves now?
My first instinct was to climb the shelves but was just as quickly discarded. Even if I had the grip strength for such a feat, my upper body strength was abysmal and my adult body weighed too much. I'd be more likely to collapse the shelves or lose my grip and fall than reach the top shelves.
My second thought was to go searching the other aisles for one of their ladders so I could borrow it. This idea seemed much more sensible and so off I went, walking down the aisle at leisure.
I walked and walked and walked yet no break in the shelves appeared.
Confused, my feet came to a stop. One glance around revealed I'd ended up back at the shelf I'd started at. Eyebrows scrunched and eyes peeled, I spun on my heel and continued down the aisle in the opposite direction.
I walked and walked and walked only to somehow end up back in the same spot?
"What the-?"
Had I just walked in a circle?
Checking both directions as if I was about to cross a road, all I saw was two rows of sky-high bookshelves narrowing into a point in the distance. There were no curves, no breaks on the shelves. By every indication, the aisle was a straight line and endless in both directions.
So how had I walked in a circle? Better yet, how had I ended up inside the aisle in the first place?
I couldn't remember… Why couldn't I remember?!
A bit panicked now, my hands cupped my mouth and shouted, "HELLO! IS ANYBODY HERE?"
The echo was swallowed by the abyss.
"HELLOOOOOO?"
Nobody answered.
… I was alone. Trapped in this never-ending aisle.
At this revelation, everything around me took on a sinister edge. From the stars on the midnight carpet to the pitch-black void above my head to the bookshelves that stretched forever in either direction. It was all wrong, WroNg, WRONG!
"This isn't real…" I realised, "None of this is real."
"Bravo."
A frightened "Who said that?!" escaped me in a pathetic squeak. Spinning on my heel, my eyes frantically scanned every inch of my faux surroundings and came up empty.
Nobody was there.
"I did."
The feminine rich-as-sin voice spoke again, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.
Hysteria bubbled up in my chest.
"Great! Now I'm going F *king crazy!" I clutched my scalp and tugged at the roots.
"No, you're not."
"That's exactly what a crazy person would say!" I despaired.
The mysterious voice that may or may not be all in my head audibly rolled its eyes.
"I may not have a body but that doesn't make me a figment of your imagination, dumbass."
Sceptical, I asked a very basic question to the air.
"If you're not just a voice in my head, what are you then? A split personality?"
"What, you never communicated with a disembodied spirit before? You retarded or something?"
Wow. Rude.
"I'm not dumb," I retorted, crossing my arms defensively. Perhaps I wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box but that didn't mean I was inherently stupid. Just differently intelligent.
"If you believe that then maybe you really are retarded."
"You're one to talk!" I scoffed, "You're nothing but a voice in my head pretending to be some kind of sentient being with a separate autonomy. A spirit? Really? You couldn't have picked something a little more believable?"
"Ah, I am a sentient being with a separate autonomy. Name's Inadu, though most people refer to me as The Hollow."
A sense of foreboding pinged at the edge of my periphery.
Inadu… The Hollow… I knew that name… Or at least, I should. Yet no matter how hard my mind strained, the memory refused to leave the tip of my tongue. It was as if my subconscious had buried the knowledge a long time ago and refused to unearth it now.
"Here, let me help you with that."
Before I could open my mouth to protest, I felt phantom fingers digging into my skull and squeezing my brain. Pain, the like of which had my vision whitening, my legs collapsing, and my vocal cords screaming, assaulted my sense. Then, as quick as it had come, the pain stopped, the fingers retreated, and my memories came flooding back.
I remembered my first life, The Game, HYDRA, Lani, Roman, BNHA, everything!
"HOLY CRAP!" I swore, "You're Inadu? Seriously? That's not possible! You're insane! I'm insane!"
In the blink of an eye, I went from standing in the middle of the never-ending aisle to standing in a haunted Victorian-Esq library with American actress Blu Hunt lounging on a couch in the middle of the reading area. She sat, bare feet crossed at the ankle, elbows resting on the back of the couch.
It was a power pose if I ever saw one.
The fact she was wearing a crude dress made of animal skin did nothing to detract from her gravitas.
"Believe me now?" Her predatory gaze met my timid brown.
My jaw hung open collecting flies.
This was without a doubt, Inadu. A.k.a. The Hollow. A.k.a. The villain of seasons four and five of The Originals. A.k.a. I WAS SO SCREWED!
"H, how are you doing this?" I stuttered, "How are you inside my head? My Impenetrable Mind should make this impossible!?"
Inadu cocked her head to the side, examining me like one would a particularly dim-witted child.
"We're not in your head. We're inside your soul."The 'Obviously' went unsaid.
My jaw went slack.
"That's possible?" I whispered.
She smirked, cruel and calculating, "It is when I'm absorbing your soul."
Imaginary bile clawed up my throat. I felt like I was going to be sick. Instead, I continued to stand frozen under the ancient witch's eagle-eyed stare.
"So!" she chirped, doing a complete one-eight personality-wise, "You're a player."
My breath hitched.
Unconsciously, I took a step back and whispered, "How do you know that?"
The witch's eyes gleamed wickedly, "You just told me."
The sheer smugness in her voice left me wondering if she had some kind of way to tell. Because there was no way she would have known what a player even was unless she was a player… herself….
"Oh my God. You're a player too?!"
Inadu slow clapped condescendingly, "Took you long enough."
I got the feeling whoever Inadu had been before, she'd been a petty asshole.
"B, but, if we're both players, why are you trying to kill me? Shouldn't you want to be allies or something? No. Wait. How did you escape your prison? I thought you were trapped beneath the Ancestral Well?!"
"Oh, honey. I am killing you. There is no 'try' about it," the girl crossed her arms across her chest, examining a dirt ridden nail casually. "And there is no Ancestral Well anymore. As of two days ago, I'm free."
Hang on.
If Davina Claire had severed the link with The Ancestors, freeing Inadu from her prison, and Elijah Mikaelson had killed Marcel Gerard on the 26th of March 2014, then presumably yesterday Marcel had put Klaus on trial in his kangaroo court, thus kicking off The Original's season 3 finale.
Meaning Niklaus Mikaelson was currently trapped in The Garden under the Abattoir suffering the effects of Papa Tunde's Blade/The Hollow's hip bone, Freya, Elijah, Kol, and Rebecca were being carted around in coffins by Hayley and baby Hope, Vincent Griffith was Regent of the Nine Covens, Aurora de Martel was under a sleeping beauty spell in The Abattoir, and Marcel Gerard was once again King of New Orleans.
This also meant Lizzie and Josie were only thirteen days old and living in Dallas, Texas with Alaric and Caroline, Stefan was on the run with Valerie, Damon was desiccating in a coffin, Tyler was guarding Elena's comatose body, Bonnie was doing who knows what in Mystic Falls, Enzo was getting coerced into working for The Armoury at the same time Rayna, Nora, and Mary-Louise were chilling in their dubious care.
A.K.A. I'd landed in the nebulous time between The Original's Season 3 finale and The Vampire Diaries Season 7 three-year time skip.
"Sh*t," I swore.
"Language."
"Oh, f k you!"
"No need to get feisty," Inadu taunted.
The sly grin on her lips and the wicked glint in her eyes implied she wanted me to do anything but.
Clearly, she was enjoying riling me up. For what purpose, I didn't know. Perhaps she was just a sadist that way. No matter the reason, giving in to my anger wasn't going to save me. What I needed was a way to stall her, to convince her that I was worth more to her alive than dead.
What I needed was a miracle.
"You can stop you plotting to escape," she interrupted, examining her nails now. "There's no way you can leave your soulscape once inside it. Only outside interference can save you now. That, or I let you go. Which FYI, is never going to happen."
Putting on a brave face, I folded my arms, cocked my hip, and channelled my inner b*tch.
"Why do you want to absorb my soul anyway?" I asked, "Surely there are better people to sacrifice. Say, Hope Mikaelson?"
Was it wrong of me to throw an innocent child under the bus like that? Yes.
Was I doing it anyway? Unfortunately.
Besides, if worse came to worse, Hope Andrea Mikaelson had an entire family of original vampires and two hybrid parents to protect her. I, on the other hand, had nothing but my wits.
Instead of answering my question, the witch posed another.
"What would you do if you were trapped between the realms of life and death for three thousand years, where each moment is agony and your only reprieve comes in the form of summonings to the mortal realm? Summonings that require multiple human sacrifices, by the way."
My mind blanked.
What would I do indeed?
"Uhhhh… probably… find a way to kill myself so I could start a new game."
Her smile turned melancholy.
"Aha, but how could you kill yourself when you're already dead?"
I could see where this was going. Contrary to popular belief I wasn't that stupid.
Inadu wanted me to admit that I'd try and find a way to manifest a body in the mortal realm, regardless of the numerous deaths doing so would require. She was trying to screw with my head by convincing me I'd do the exact same thing she was doing to escape the torment.
Well, jokes on her! I'd rather find a way to enter the realm of Peace than the realm of the living.
Raising an eyebrow, I said, "Nice try, Inadu. But the whole 'You should pity me' shtick isn't going to work on me."
She shrugged her shoulders, "Perhaps. But you can't deny my actions are justified."
"Justify yourself all you want, Inadu or whoever you are. What you're doing isn't worth it. If you manifested a body, you'd just die again in a couple of years anyway. Seems like a lot of work for little reward if you ask me."
"Don't be so sure."
This argument was quickly going nowhere. What I needed was an ultimatum.
"What can I do to convince you to let me live?" I asked, opting for the straight and true method.
Inadu stopped examining her nails and granted me her full attention. Her expression read, 'I know you're stalling but I'm going to indulge you anyway, if only so I can crush your hopes and dreams later'. Yes, her expression was that meaningful.
"Everyone always asks that question. 'I'll do anything you want. Please, just let me live!'" She spoke in a high-pitched voice at the end, mocking her past victims.
It took everything I had to hold back my scowl.
"So? What was your answer?"
"I offered them the same thing I'm offering you now. Gather all four of my bones and place them atop my grimoire for me and I'll consider letting you live."
I scoffed, "You'll consider it? If I'm going to help you then I want your guarantee. No loopholes."
The Hollow tisked.
"See now that I can't abide by. What guarantee do I have that you won't turn around and sabotage my plans? I've been burnt before you know."
"Well, that depends on what you plan on doing once your resurrected, Inadu," I challenged. Then, just to throw her words back at her I added, "What guarantee do I have that you won't go on to destroy the world?"
The witch snorted.
"You think I'm going to destroy the world? After trying for millennia to re-join it? Why on earth would I do that?"
"Oh, I don't know, because your evil incarnate?"
"Magic Incarnate actually."
"What?"
"My Wildcard Talent, Magic Incarnate, made me the personification of Magic in this world. It's why I'm so powerful. Basically, every aspect of Magic bows to my whims."
Because that wasn't disconcerting AT ALL!
"Wait… If you're magic in human form then why are you dead? Shouldn't you be immortal or something?"
Inadu rolled her eyes, "It's because I'm magic in human form that I died. Keep up."
That still didn't make any sense. If she was the personification of magic, then shouldn't her tribe have worshipped her like a goddess? Why kill her at all? Surely, she couldn't have been that bad.
"You'd think that wouldn't you," she said, apparently hearing my thoughts, "Alas, my Dementor disadvantage caused the tribes to fear me beyond reason. Regression wasn't worth it in the end."
Well when you pick Dementor as your disadvantage, no perk could be worth the struggle.
Thank God I'd picked Love Triangle to be my disadvantage.
BUT I WAS GETTING OFF TRACK!
"So, your Dementor disadvantage cancelled out any positive magic you might have had and your human state made it possible for them to kill you. That still doesn't explain why you didn't just resurrect yourself upon your death."
A look of pure loathing twisted her face into a thunderous scowl.
"Well I would have if the Gods hadn't cursed me to remain between realms!" she hissed, "' It's for your own good,' they said. 'Magic is too powerful in the hands of humans,' they said. HA! As if they didn't already know it was their meddling that was ruining humanity."
The Gods were a thing in the TVD universe? Since when!?
(I had a sneaking suspicion Legacies was the culprit)
"Don't worry though, I cursed them all to an eternal sleep for their indiscretions."
Oookaaay… Good to know?
"That's great and all but that still doesn't explain why you think your little resurrection plan will work now. Isn't the curse still in effect?" I asked.
Inadu waved away my very real concern like she was swatting a pesky fly.
"With the existence of Landon and Hope, the Gods' power is at an all-time low. There will never be a better time to break the curse than right now. So, what do you say? Willing to help a girl out?"
"Right. Because I've got so many options," I grumbled.
She shrugged, unapologetic.
Looking at my options… Well I didn't really have any, did I?
I could either refuse Inadu's offer and die again or I could accept her deal and become her slave. Both options were awful, let's be real, but of the two I really, really, really wanted to live so…
"Alright, fine! I'll take your stupid deal; despite the fact you're not giving me much of a choice."
Inadu clapped her hands, delighted. "Great! If you don't get it done within twenty-four hours, I'll absorb the rest of your soul."
"Wait. What?!"
"Bye now!"
[Game Saved]
[HP- 100/100]
[SP- 100/100]
I awoke to the blast of a horn.
Jolting upright, my eyes took in the wharf, the rocky shore, the lapping waves, and the foreign cityscape. To my right, an old-fashioned ferry boat chugged across the water and beyond that, a giant bridge the likes of which I'd only seen in American blockbuster films stretched between two islands. To my left stretched a walking path lined with lamp-posts straight from 'Singing In The Rain', at the end of which sat a navy warship?
As for myself, I was back in my six-year-old body sweating profusely in my HYDRA gifted clothes.
Which made sense considering I was sitting on the shore of a boulevard at the height of the midday summer sun.
The place kinda reminded me of the Marine Parade back in Napier. Only the waves were calm, there were commercial boats in the water, said water had an oily sheen to it, and there was a massive building infested island dominating the horizon.
So not like the Marine Parade at all.
"Where the hell am I?" I wondered.
Using a graffiti-covered wooden pillar to push to my feet, I made my way up the steps onto the walkway. Judging by American accents coming off passing joggers and the silhouette of St. Louis Cathedral in the distance, it was safe to say I'd landed somewhere in New Orleans.
Because of course.
Taking a couple of steps forward, I reached a stone pedestal proudly displaying a bronze plark.
The text had nothing interesting to say, so I decided to circle round to its other side, crossing down another set of steps to do so.
"Moonwalk," I read, "Named in honor of Moon Landrieu."
The spelling of 'Honour' as 'Honor' threw me for a loop. But then my dad had always said the Americans had different spelling to us so perhaps I should have expected it. Either way, the second line below that one read, "Louisiana State Legislator."
Indicating I was in the state of Louisiana.
Again, obvious.
"Right then. You know where you are. Now, what are you going to do next?" I asked myself.
'Check your stats,' the rational part of me said.
[Main Menu]
[Quest Log] - [Stats*] - [Relationships] - [Inventory] - [Map] - [Load Save]
[Stats Selected]
[Name: Penelope "Penny" Thimblewick]
[DOB: 28/03/2014]
[Species: Fae]
[Gender: Female]
[Family: NONE]
[Titles: Tuatha Dé Danann, Aos S í, Fair Folk, Daoine Sidhe, Wee Folk, Good Folk, Little People, Tylwyth Teg, Seelie, Unseelie]
[HP: 100]
[SP: 100]
[Status: Healthy*]
I blinked, rubbed my eyes, looked again.
"You have got to be kidding me."
Fae? FAE?! SINCE WHEN WAS FAE AN OPTION!?
Good God!
Next, the system would be telling me elves and goblins were a thing too! ARGH!
"Damn you, Legacies," I swore.
And what kind of name was 'Penelope Thimblewick' anyway?! Why couldn't I have stayed as 'Christina Gardiner'? Or HECK! Kept my originals name instead?
Penelope Thimblewick was such a mouthful. Not to mention, ridiculous!
From now on I'd just have to say my name was 'Penny'. No last name required. Yeah, I could work with Penny. It was the kind of name you expected a red-headed orphan in a musical to be called. In fact, the protagonist in my favourite movie 'The Rescuers' was named Penny.
Yeah, I could work with 'Penny'.
WAIT!
If I had been born on the 28th of March 2014 and Davina destroyed the link to the Ancestors on the 26th of March that same year then assuming Inadu released me from my soulscape two days after that TODAY was the 28th of March 2014.
Except that didn't make any sense.
Unless I had just spontaneously burst into existence just now, my birth year should be 2008 AT THE VERY LEAST!
Or (And hear me out here) today wasn't the 28/03/2014 but the 28th of March 2020.
A.k.a. six years from my DOB.
Of course, the only way to know for sure was to ask someone for today's date…
Dismissing the screen for now, I turned to my left and approached a man in a business suit eating a club sandwich on one of the many benches lining the Moonwalk boulevard.
"Um, excuse me, sir," I said, switching my kiwi accent to an American one, "I'm sorry to bother you but what is the date today? I think I have my days mixed."
The man looked me up and down, deemed me harmless, then pulled out his phone.
"It's Friday the 28th of March," he said.
I nodded, "Right, right. And the year?"
He looked suspicious but answered anyway. "2014. Are you alright, hun?"
"I'm fine. Thank you though! Seems my friend got the dates mixed up. Have a good day!"
Before he could reply, I turned on my heel and stalked back over to the Moonwalk pedestal.
So.
I had spontaneously burst into existence after all.
…Perhaps it was a fae thing?
Either way, I tucked the alarming news away for later before calling the stats menu back up.
[Status Selected]
[Strength: 4/10]
[Dexterity: 3/10]
[Constitution: 10/10]
[Wisdom: 75/100]
[Intelligence: 55/100]
[Charisma: 100/100 (+20 for age)]
[Growth: 50/100]
Well would you look at that, I was no longer malnourished! Woohoo!
And my Wisdom Stat had gone up by five too. Guess my time in My Hero Academia was good for something after all.
"I need a game plan," I decided, "Or maybe a checklist?"
'Checklists are easier,' that little voice inside my head reasoned.
"A checklist it is then!"
First things first, Locate Inadu's Bones:
Hip Bone/Papa Tunde's Blade
Jaw Bone
Thigh Bone
Finger Bone
In TO Season 3, Episode 22 'The Bloody Crown' Marcel seals Klaus inside The Garden under the Abattoir with Papa Tunde's Blade inside his chest. As that was two days ago, it should still be there. According to the TVD Wiki, the building used for The Abattoir's exterior shots was located at 837 Royal Street, New Orleans.
All I needed to do was find Royal Street and go from there.
- Hip Bone: The Abattoir
In season 4, episode 6 'Bag of Cobras' Hayley, with the help of Freya, performed a séance at her old house and found a key to a storage unit under the floorboards of the kitchen. The key labelled 'EXTRA ROOM MINI STORAGE: #39' led them to a storage unit surrounded by a boundary spell.
The jaw bone itself was stuffed inside Andrea's teddy bear packed inside a box.
I didn't know whether I could apparate inside one of those yet but I doubted it seeing as apparition could be blocked in the Potterverse with a ward.
Best to get a witch to take down the spell.
… and what better witch than a siphoner?
Of the siphoners alive right now, there was Josie and Lizzie, and the Heretics, Valerie, Nora, and Mary-Louise. Being only thirteen days old, the twins were useless. While Valerie was currently traipsing across the world with her old flame Stefan Salvatore, helping him run from Rayna Cruz.
That left Nora Hildegard and Mary-Louise as my next best options.
Both of which were being contained at The Armoury. The location of which was somewhere in Grove Hill, Virginia, seven miles from Mystic Falls.
- Jaw Bone: Storage Unit #39 (Nora/Mary-Louise: The Armoury)
In season 4 episode 8 'Voodoo in my Blood' Elijah and Marcel track down Inadu's thigh bone to the tomb of Olivia Tierra Del Robles at Saint Albee's Cemetery. It was guarded by no magic whatsoever.
- Thigh Bone: Saint Albee's Cemetery, Del Robles Crypt
In that same episode, Klaus got Alaric to locate Inadu's finger bone. As Tyler Lockwood was dead at the time, Alaric went through the, quote, "Remains of the Lockwood Estate" and found it. However, right now Tyler Lockwood was very much alive so who knows where the bone could be.
I doubted Tyler had it on his person and even if he did, I had no idea where he was right now except for a vague notion that he was 'living in the city'.
Which city exactly? I don't know! Probably New York alongside Elena's body.
Also, as he was working as an associate for The Armoury (Whatever that entailed) chances were he wasn't going to help me after I broke Nora and Mary-Louise out. So I was gonna have to find another way to hunt that damn finger bone down.
- Finger Bone: Lockwood Estate?
First up, The Abattoir!
Now, my experience in Europe taught me that European cities were often based around a church of some kind, and seeing as this was the French Quarter, it was highly likely the same would be true here. I had no idea where Royal street was buuuut I could bet it was located close to the busiest part of town.
A.k.a. the church. And oh look! St Louis Cathedral was straight ahead.
Chances were high that Royal Street was close by.
With my destination in mind, I pushed off the Moonwalk Pedestal and began my journey. Crossing the rail tracks and ascending the stairs, I walked past a pedestal displaying an old-fashioned cannon, hop-scotched my way down another set of stairs crowded with tourists and crossed the busy street. A row of horse-drawn carriages greeted me on the other side and beyond that, a large public garden.
The botanical garden could have been from anywhere if it weren't for the giant flag pole waving the American flag by the entrance.
What was with that anyway? Did Americans just really like their flag or something?
Pushing up my sleeves as far as they would go, I walked across the lawns, walked around a statue of a man on a horse, crossed more lawns, scooted around a fountain, and exited the park through an identical set of black iron gates to the entrance.
Overall, my journey took me fifteen minutes.
The majority of which I spent avoiding the eyes of locals and tourists alike. The last thing I needed was to waste SP on a noisy person questioning what a strangely dressed child was doing wandering around alone during school hours.
Somehow I doubted the 'playing hooky' excuse would work when I looked like a toddler.
Between the cathedral and garden, a grey brick square sat filled to the bursting with artists under giant umbrellas. The smell of paints, spice, and sweat attacked my nose. While the dulcet tones of jazz and murmuring crowds rang in my ears.
The hustle and bustle of the city was simply too much after a lifetime of isolation.
Holding my breath and plugging my ears, I crossed the square and made slipped down the alley lining the right side of the cathedral. Cocooned between white stone on one side and closed shutters, the overwhelming sounds and smells dimmed to more reasonable levels.
"Few," I let out my breath, "That is going to be a problem."
Everything in America was just so god damn BIG! Big crowds, big buildings, big clothes, big people.
It was all so BIG and LOUD and OVERWHELMING! And I hated it. Hated it with a passion.
Why couldn't New Orleans tone it down a little? What, had they never heard of restraint before?
Reaching the road behind St Louis Cathedral, my eyes were immediately drawn to the street sign denoting the name 'ROYAL'. the number on the building read on the right read '729'. Which meant I'd find 837 further down the right side of the street.
I honestly couldn't quite believe my luck. With next to no effort at all I'd found Royal Street! That meant The Abattoir was only a short walk away!
Turning my heel, I set off, counting the numbers of buildings as I went.
733… cross a four-way intersection… 804… 812… 819… 823… 827… 830… at the corner of the next intersection I stopped before the exterior of a building I'd only ever seen through my laptop screen.
Above the white double doors, the words '837 ROYAL' were displayed in golden etching.
"Bingo!"
Now if only the door wasn't chained shut… Hm.
There were so many ways I could go about this.
Option 1) I peek under the door and try apparating in.
Option 2) I apparate to the roof and enter the courtyard from the roof.
Option 3) I apparate to a balcony and break in through a window.
All options involved apparating in somehow which inevitably meant I'd have to apparate out again. Of course, there was no guarantee that the place wasn't occupied or warded in some way. Which also meant I'd have to save a few SP in case I needed to siren any guards or minions.
Actually, now that I thought about it, I should probably have back a couple of backup apparition spots to jump to in case of capture.
But if I went about apparating in broad daylight I was liable to get caught on camera…
Unless I reset the timeline after I did so!
GOD, I was such a GENIUS!
"Operation: Build Your Map BEGIN!"
Spinning on my heel, my eyes focused on the pavement a step to left aaaanddd- "POP!"
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: 837 Royal Street]
[SP- 75/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
Next, I closed my eyes and focused on the fire hydrant on the back corner of the St Louis garden.
"POP!"
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: Pere Antoine Alley]
[SP- 50/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
[HP- 95/100 (-5 for Hit)]
Clutching my hand over my mouth to stop the vomit, I squeezed my eyes shut once again and pictured the fountain in front of St Louis Cathedral.
"POP!" I landed on my knees, gripping the lip of the fountain for dear life.
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: Jackson Square Fountain]
[SP- 25/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
[HP- 90/100 (-5 for Hit)]
My stomach twisted in revolt.
"Just two more," I whispered, "You're almost there."
With a steadying breath, the memory of standing at the cast-iron gates of the park flickered into my mind's eye. Breath in… Breath out… Breath in… "POP!"
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: Jackson Square Main Entrance]
[SP- 0/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
[HP- 80/100 (-10 for Minor Hit)]
…Breath out.
[WARNING!]
[SP at 0, further Talent use will draw from HP]
Plopping down on my butt, I took deep steadying breaths.
My muscles ached, my vision was hazy, and my stomach felt like it had been put through a blender. To make matters worse, the sleeves of my shirt were missing, my braid was gone, my gums screamed at the loss of one or two teeth, and I was pretty sure my toenails had been ripped off.
Idly, I wondered where I'd left what behind?
But more importantly, why had Harry Potter not mentioned how difficult apparating was?!
This was bonkers! BONKERS I tell you!
"Damn you, JK Rowling," I hissed. Why couldn't she have made teleporting painless, huh?
Not bothering to stand this time, my eyes once again closed as I visualised the canon statue.
'You can do this, you can do this, you can do this!' my inner voice chanted.
"POP!"
I landed star-fished on my back at the base of the canon's pedestal like a champ. A man in a blue polo and a whale of a lady nearly fell off their bench at my arrival. Much swearing ensued.
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: Washington Artillery Park]
[HP- 55/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
Something wet and hot dribbled from my nose as my ears rang.
"Just… one… more…"
Breath in, "POP!", breathe out.
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: Moonwalk River Front]
[HP- 30/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
Laying on my back, feet facing the water, my head facing the Moonwalk Pedestal, I wasted no time freezing reality and calling up the main menu screen. The instant it materialised, all my pain and mind-boggling nausea vanished to numbness.
[Main Menu]
[Quest Log] - [Stats] - [Relationships] - [Inventory] - [Map*] – [Load Save]
"Ahhhhh, that's better," I sighed in relief. Apparating was hard, man.
[Load Save Selected]
[Loading…]
In between one blink and the next, one world vanished while another was reborn.
[Game Saved]
[HP- 100/100]
[SP- 100/100]
The ferry's horn blasted.
I sat on the wharf's steps.
[Main Menu]
[Quest Log] - [Stats] - [Relationships] - [Inventory] - [Map*] – [Load Save]
[Map Selected]
[Loading…]
A 3D holographic map pixelates into being before my chest. Thanks to my earlier jumps, it now included the wharf, the train tracks, the canon memorial, the first third of Jackson square, the last third of Jackson square plus the artist square, the alley alongside the cathedral, and Royal street from 729 to 837.
It had tracked my path perfectly.
Well, almost.
The gap in the middle of Jackson Square Park really bothered me. Best to fill that part out now before my OCD tendencies kicked into hyperdrive. Focusing on the statue at the centre of Jackson square, I pushed all the breath out of my lungs before jumping on the spot.
"POP!"
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: Andrew Jackson Equestrian Statue]
[SP- 75/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
Surprisingly, I had managed to apparate without leaving a body part behind. GO ME!
Taking a moment to pump my fist into the air, I quickly shook off my achievement and pulled up the map again. Just as I had suspected, the rest of the park had filled out.
Now, on to business.
One jump, hop, and a "POP!" later, my feet landed before The Abattoir's entrance.
[SP- 50/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
Standing before The Abattoir once again, the first thing I did was peek through a gap in the smaller door built into the double doors. My hope was that I'd see inside and then apparate there. But the only thing my eyes could pick up was a mirage of shadows.
So, option one was out.
Next, I took a step back and focused on really, really, really wanting to be on the second-story balcony. Energy built up in my core, gathered behind my belly button, then wrenched my body violently inside out.
"POP!"
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: The Abattoir Balcony no.1]
[SP- 25/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
I walked along the wrap-around-balcony and tugged on every forest green shutter. Sadly each one was locked from the inside. Which probably meant there was a high chance the windows on the second balcony were also locked.
Option two was out then as well.
Moving around the side of the building that faced Haley and Jackson's (R.I.P.) apartment, I focused on their balcony and apparated over to it in a "POP!"
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: Kenner Apartment Balcony]
[SP- 0/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
[WARNING!]
[SP at 0, further Talent use will draw from HP]
Ugh. Yes, I got it, okay?
Stupid system.
From my new vantage point, I had a perfect view of the roof of The Abattoir. I'd never actually climbed onto a roof before, so I wasn't too sure whether I should brace for balance or not.
To be safe, I bent my knees and spread my arms out (Just in case)
"POP!"
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: The Abattoir Roof]
[HP- 75/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
Suddenly being two stories higher than a second ago, it was inevitable that my balance wobbled. Thankfully, my safeguards did their job and soon I was crouching nice and safe along the inner lip, gazing down into the courtyard.
Said court was a mess of shattered furniture, smashed glass, and broken banisters. Add some ivy on the walls and overgrown plants and it would be the spitting image of its season 4 counterpart.
The whole look just screamed 'ABANDONED'.
Eyeing a clear spot near what was once a dining table, I apparated for the final time.
"POP!"
[ALERT!]
[New Apparition Point Unlocked]
[Location: The Abattoir Courtyard]
[HP- 50/100 (-25 for Apparition)]
Wiping my bloody nose with my sleeve, I valiantly pushed past the urge to vomit and surveyed my quarry instead.
"Hmmm, where to start…" I hummed.
In the next second, a woosh of air blasted my face.
I looked up to see The Marcel Gerard looming over me. THE MARCEL GERARD! Ahhhhhh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! OH. MY. GOSH. Marcel Gerard was frickin talking to me!
This had to be the best day of my life. No question.
"How did you get in here?" he asked, all veins and fangs and bloody eyes.
To my utmost embarrassment, the first words out of my mouth were, "Son of a b*tch!"
His eyes narrowed, "What did you just say?"
"Uhhh-" (CRAP! What rhythms with 'son of a b*tch?!') "I have an itch?"
"Uh-huh," He didn't look convinced. "Listen kid, why don't you tell me who you are and what you're doing here and we'll go from there."
Instead of answering, I fell back on instinct and started to sing.
[Siren Talent Activated]
"Tell me what you want, what you really really want! I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want! I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha!"
Upon opening my mouth, my first thought through my brain was 'Freeze!' followed by 'Calm Down!'
The Beast's eyes clouded over and his human face re-emerged.
Still, just to be safe, I took several steps back and willed him not to hurt me, let alone touch me.
"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never eeEEnds! If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is too easy, that's the way it iiIIss!"
Thinking fast, I decided that since I had Marcel under my thrall I'd get him to take me to Klaus.
And thus, Papa Tunde's Blade/Inadu's hip bone.
"Marcel, take me to Klaus. I'll tell you what I want what I really really want! Tell me what you want, what you really really want! I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha!"
Like the zombie he kinda was, Marcel leaf me through a set of double doors and into the room where Hayley and Jackson's wedding was once held. Now it was just as broken and haunted as the rest of the house. We went up a set of steps to the top balcony, took a right, and entered the third door on the left.
It once might've been a corridor/parlour room leading into a studio of some kind. Now it was just empty space amongst a host of empty spaces.
Marcel stopped before a wall covered in square white panelling and pressed on a specific panel. With a soft 'click' a section of the squares big enough to form a door popped free. The hidden door squeaked open to reveal a hidden passage.
"So cool," I whispered in awe.
The hidden passage stretched into three flights of stone steps descending deep into the earth. By the time we reached the bottom, I had gotten sick of my song and switched to humming to Isabella's lullaby from The Promised Neverland instead.
The haunting tune echoed off the cavern walls quite nicely.
At the bottom of the steps, Marcel walked me through a labyrinth of tunnels, some natural, some sewers, some a bit of both. Until finally, we came to a set of iron bars embedded in the rock. The room, well cell actually, looks exactly like the sewer cell Klaus was seen in during season 4.
Marcellus pushed open the creaky gate and stepped aside.
Obligingly, I stepped into the room after him and took in the empty space.
"Hmmm, Where is he?" I asked.
Without warning, Marcel punched a fist straight through a brick wall.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" I screeched like a little girl. Because, well, because I currently was a little girl.
How else was I meant to scream?
The evolved vampire continued tearing away at the bricks until a giant hole in the wall revealed Niklaus Mikaelson in all his whimpering, dust-covered glory.
(It was pitiful really)
"Oh. Thanks. Uhm… Pull Papa Tunde's Blade out of Klaus Mikealson's chest. Please," I ordered.
Quicker than I could blink, Marcel had his forearm buried inside the hybrid's chest cavity, only to rip it out in a bone-breaking wrench half a second later. Unphased by all the blood and fleshy bits coating his skin, he handed me the red-stained blade of Papa Tunde.
Wrinkling my nose, I took it between my forefinger and thumb.
"Thanks."
In front of us, Nik's chest made weird squelching noises as his sternum sealed back up.
[Main Menu]
[Quest Log] - [Stats] - [Relationships] - [Inventory] - [Map*] – [Load Save]
[Inventory Selected]
[Loading…]
A migraine started to build up behind my eyes. I was going to have to reset soon.
[Item Counter: 000]
[Weapons: 0] – [Armour: 0] – [Food: 0] – [Materials: 0]
So my inventory hadn't carried over between games, aye?
Good.
If I never had to see a HYDRA ration again, it would be too soon.
[Weapons Selected]
[Loading…]
The grid appeared, I tapped the top right-hand box, selected 'Store', and waited as the box expanded to the size of a mailbox.
The bloody bone went in; my hand came out.
[Papa Tunde's Blade Identified]
[Item Counter: 001]
[Weapons: 1] – [Armour: 0] – [Food: 0] – [Materials: 0]
"One bone down, three to go," I said, dismissing the screen.
Reality unfroze itself.
"Right. Where was I? Oh yes. Marcel, forget you ever saw me then kill yourself."
Hazy eyed and pliant, the vampire showed no hesitation in blunging his hand inside his chest and ripping out his still-beating heart. It dropped to the ground the same time he did. In one smooth move, The King of New Orleans lay dead at my feet.
[Siren Talent Deactivated]
[HP- 30/100 (-20 for Talent Use)]
I thought I might feel something staring at the black man's corpse, a hole in his chest. After all, the sight was a traumatic one. If this had been my first time seeing a dead body, perhaps I would have screamed and cried myself into a snotty mess.
But I wasn't and I didn't.
Death had become… commonplace in my life.
Expected even. (Thanks HYDRA)
Ah well. You win some, you lose some. Best not to dwell on it.
Focusing back in on the now fully healed Klaus, I contemplated my next step. If I really wanted to, I could reload back to the wharf and leave the hybrid to rot. My inventory didn't reset like my other stats of course, so I wouldn't even need to come back here to retrieve it more efficiently.
The paradox of having two of the same thing existing at once wasn't my problem.
It would save me half an hour at least. However, I could not reload and save Klaus right now.
"Hmmm, decisions, decisions," I mumbled.
If, on the off chance, I did decide to waste SP on the tribrid's baby daddy, where would I take him?
He was unconscious right now so anywhere I apparated him to would have to be inconspicuous, full of blood to feed on, and hidden from Marcellus. The hours I'd have to wait for him to wake up could be anywhere from two to twelve hours, depending on how drained he was from Inadu's torture.
Frankly, I didn't have the time to spare.
My other option was to attempt to store him in my inventory. But even then, I would have to haul his heavy ass through the box and Lord knows my arms did not have the strength…
Reload it was.
"Sorry, Klaus," I said, patting the guy's curls, "Maybe next time."
His family would save him in a couple of years anyway.
[Main Menu]
[Quest Log] - [Stats] - [Relationships] - [Inventory] - [Map*] – [Load Save]
[Load Save Selected]
[Loading…]
"It was nice to meet you!"
Songs: Wannabe by the Spice Girls, Isabella's Lullaby from The Promised Neverland