W I L D F I R E

                                ALL BETS ARE OFF.

           ENTER.     PLOT.    RULES.    APPLY.    ROLES.

It’s been just a couple weeks since the Travelers attempted to attain their goal of cutting off all forms of spirit magic. The Travelers are a sub-culture of cursed witches, who go way back over 2000 years ago to the time of druids, and traditional magic. In the process of the Travelers trying to break their curse, a worldwide consequence fell through, unleashing a force so powerful, that it drove all forms of magic aside from their own, to go extinct. The extinction spread worldwide, which is said to “fix” the balance of all the inflation of supernatural existence. That being said, with the other side having collapsed, all supernatural forms were wiped out to the same hellish dimension that Katherine Pierce, Vicki Donovan, and many others were dragged to.

In the process of the elimination, some were not fortunate enough to make the cut. For those who were, they consider this new life in the Dark Dimension to be miraculous; as opposed to completely wiping from total existence. It’s a true afterlife. However, things aren’t at all what they seem. Though it’s still the early phase of this new living arrangement for the supes, it’s only a matter of time before the hidden truths start to unveil. Was this accident caused by the Travelers really just an unfortunate coincidence, or is there more to the story?

“Sometimes it’s easier not knowing. I can’t say that I regret finding out about Caleb. But it did change me for a while. Everywhere I went, I thought people knew. Like, they were looking at me and judging me.” Dylan sighed, looking down at his own hands as he now played with his fingers, nervously, “Maybe he didn’t tell you because she didn’t come through. Maybe, he thought he was doing what was best.” He hated lying. It was eating him up inside, lying to the girl he was falling in love with, but he didn’t see another option just yet. “Look — how about, how about you stay here for a while? Would that help? You could take Norman’s room. If that isn’t too weird? It’s just – you get a break, you know? Norma wouldn’t mind. I could stop by your dads and get your things. Talk to him. See if I can find anything out. Plus, then we can spend more time together.”  His smile touched his eyes as his hand reached for her face; finally, retrieving the kiss Romero took from them earlier, his tongue gently rolled pass her lips, stealing a few chaste kisses, before letting her lean against his chest.  

As Dylan went on, offering up another point of view, Emma stared at him. She noticed the nervous tick of his hands as he played with them. She couldn’t explain how or why, but she got this weird feeling like maybe he knew something she didn’t. More than he was telling her. Emma wasn’t the type to hold back questions normally, but she was quickly distracted by his offer to stay the night. It was tempting for sure. A night away from her father breathing down her neck. And of course, it meant more time with him. Which for her, was always a plus. “You’re sure?” She asked, slightly hesitant. The last thing Emma wanted to do was impose. Regardless, it was sweet of him to offer. And if he hadn’t moved in for a kiss, she would have voiced that. Instead, she let herself give in and reciprocate his gesture. Her hands cupped his face for a moment, until the kisses stopped. It felt natural to lean on him, to listen as his heart beat against his chest. Emma laid that way for a short while until Norma hollered that dinner was ready. Emma was the first to get up, though she was slow in her efforts, as she was told to take it easy. “Guess it’s too late to make a break for it, huh? But hey, if it gets awkward, I’ll pretend to faint. So, you know that’s our signal.”