wendy ignacio

♊ ― “Way ahead of you.” Wendy was no stranger to the fact Kai had years on her and her little Salvatore gang in prison world shenanigans. It certainly shifted the dynamic, though, with their involvement. Changed the game, as one might say. “Dying is lackluster, yes ― but Hell at least left an impression.” 

She nodded with a small smile. “I am. It’s good to see you again.” Ronnie was never good at making friends, but having a few consistent people in her life couldn’t be the worst thing.

Even the slightest hint of a smile made her own grow, and she decided to bask in the warmth of it. “It’s not everyday I get to see the prettiest bartender in all of New Orleans.”

going through all the files that ric had, caroline discovered some truly awful things he had done to the students. had she known what he was up to she never would have allowed it, or would have come back sooner to make sure that he stopped immediately and fixed the wrongs. one of those wrongs is what he did to wendy and the blonde felt immediate guilt when the student sat, she wished she had been there. “hi wendy, it’s good to see you.” she began and offered a small smile. “are you liking new orleans?” better to start off light hearted, she supposed. 

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“it’s good to see you too.” while wendy didn’t have fond feelings about alaric or the salvatore school, she didn’t share the same ill will with her former headmistress. she didn’t have anything to do with the prison world, and unlike the twins, she wouldn’t allow her anger to blind her to that. “i’m from here, actually. after getting out of the supernatural penalty box, i got to come home just in time to see everyone i ever loved died while i was gone. and then you guys all showed up. so, it’s been a time. how are you though? the kids? your insufferable coparent headmaster wannabe?”

“It’s an easy order to remember.” She brushed it off, ordering a drink for the other. “Wendy, right?”

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Despite the dismissal of her compliment, there’s a slight flutter in her chest at the fact that she remembered her name. Even as she silently judged herself, she admitted “The one and only. And you’re Ronnie, right?” 

“More than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life. I lost time with my family... and they are gone now... I’ll never get that back... weepy widow vampire slayer turned failure of a school headmaster needs to pay. Besides, who ever thought a human headmaster was a good idea?”

“Ever heard of an eye for an eye? Last time I checked, there were several geminis in the area, at least one with a vendetta like mine...  I think all we need is an ascendant and some Bennett blood and we’d be in business. And wouldn’t you know, the supply just moved close and local. We take care of business, destroy the ascendant, and I’d say we were even.”

💨 ― “You were in a prison world?  Cool.” Getting that away, MG had what he deemed more important to share: “I think you mean pterodactyl.” 

“Wendy?” Josie had to take a second before responding. “My dad had nothing to do with it.”

💨 ― “I bought this one. I’ve always planned on making my own cosplays, but it’s been hard to find the time. Maybe next year.” He instantly recognized who she was dressed as, and when she introduced herself, his grin grew wide. “Tight. You can call me MG when I’m not saving the day.”

“I’ve only been here a few months now and I don’t think New Orleans sleeps either.” Ronnie said with a smile. “What’s your poison?” Ronnie asked turning to the bar.

👾 ― “The same could be said for any party, if you’re damaged enough.” It wasn’t a testament to any particular person; just a general observation. “I wouldn’t know. I hardly know the girl,” she said, a joke for no one’s amusement but their own. Besides, it wasn’t far from the truth. “Sounds like I have a punchbowl salesman to investigate.”

“Eternal torment? Sounds dark.” Andrew replied, and he understood his fair share of dark. “But yeah.. I remember all that. I was about eight years old and my father brought me to the funeral.” So she really was Wendy. Wasn’t that something… “Yeah, yeah I am. Depending on where you fall, that’s a pretty cool thing or a really bad one. Witches around here have a lot of.. let’s say varying opinions on that name.” Especially because of his father and his rather controversial regency.

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“Just a little, but I don’t think you could grow up in the Quarter after the Mikaelson’s came back to town without your life getting a little dark.” Of course, most of the bloodshed and discourse didn’t haunt them outside of the borders of the city, and most of them didn’t find their way into a pocket hell dimension, but there was no one size fit all. The witch nods as he mentions the funeral, silent as her mind wonders what her family thought, if they blamed themselves the way she now blamed herself. “I try not to judge on the family name... there is good and bad every family, even if the older witches like to have firm opinions.”