WHEN: 1977 WHERE: Frech Quarter, New Orleans WITH: @halexstorm

“No! I’m serious! So there we were about to sit down to dinner and he couldn’t take his eyes off the boots!” Jennifer laughed, lifting a leg as the pair walked arm in arm down the French Quarter streets. Her calf-high suede boots with a block heel were stunning, but she hadn’t expected Derek to be quite so attached to them.. Or to be attached to her but, here they were. Going steady almost a year and, from her more personal research, the Alpha Pack were growing closer every day. Deucalion had wanted Tahlia, now he planned to take her.

But all that went unsaid as she looked back at Cora and laughed again, “Don’t make that face! Your brother aside all men enjoy a good pair of boots so we’re gonna get you a pair today. I also know that’s all I’m gonna get since I won’t beat the waters of a Hale who’s fed up with shopping but since we’re here now...” she trailed off with a smirk, pleased her little ploy to get the other out shopping had worked.

“The tomboy looks suits you but there’s nothing wrong with embracing a little of your femininity, and besides, we both know the barman at our favourite haunt is sweet on you, this way you can knock him dead and give your brother something to get all huffy about. Trust your unofficial big sis to know what’s best for your calves... Better than Laura anyway.” she added with another laugh.  

@asktheprincessofhearts @askharleyhades

So here they were in her room, her sister and her best friend. All recipients of the same letter, tangled in something bigger than them. In need of a plan.

“So”, the demigoddess started, “Any idea what this is?” she asked. “I’d place my bet on the Anti-Heroes, but Harley isn’t one of them so any idea is better at this point.” she shrugged. 

@halexstorm - Time Period: 1978

“Well, there are always other careers. Besides, look over the history of the world and trust me, most men with crowns on their heads end up getting those heads cut off.” Jennifer said wryly, putting the flash card down. “You know, when you invited me over I wasn’t expecting to help you with your college work.” Not that she minded; things had been tricky with Cora when she’d first inserted herself into Derek’s life and by this point they were able to spend time with one another in general enjoyment. 

“Okay, so never mind Edward IV’s not so wonderful reign, how about we talk about something else?” Jennifer asked, “Preferably over wine?” she cajoled, elbowing the other lightly in the side, “C’mon! There’s a new bar in the french quarter and apparently they have live music! I can be much more help teaching you dance moves than I can revising about monarchies.”

Haylie opened the door to the shelter where the underdogs were kept safe. She’d put a password-activated lock on it that only she, Carlos and the rest of the staff knew.

She walked in, immediatley welcomed by the 6 or so puppies left, gathering in front of the demigoddess and her friend.

Haylie’s face immediately brightened when she saw them, getting down on her knees to better see them.

“These are the ones left from the ones I brought”, she pointed them to the princess, getting one in her arms.

“You can play with them as you like. They have a soft spot for you”. she admitted.

“You mean the “Shadow of Pixie Hollow”?That’s quite impressive,you know.Not a lot of AK’s get there.”,Haylie replied,trying to get a hold of their new guest.Noticing Cora’s giggle,she cleared her throat and moved her attention to her answer.

“Didn’t you go to Thalia’s birthday party?How did you handle your allergy there?You know,the size change might help you actually reach Cole”,she tried to tease her friend.

She was still nervous though,especially when she realized that she’s never  been to Pixie Hollow before and she might ruin the whole thing,right in front of the cute girl who approached them.The familiar sensation that usually came before her hair would burst into flames-like fire crawling up her spine-started making its way in and she could see the margins of the envelope she was holding in her hand being eaten away by the flames...

“Oh,don’t mind me,I’m just..keeping the mystery even safer!”,she mumbled an excuse.

@asktheprincessofhearts continued from here

“The perks of being my father’s daughter”,Haylie smirked.”It’s like having my own choir,really.It’s wicked”,she continued.Admitting any type of dislike towards her own territory could be seen as a weakness on the Isle.

She raised an eyebrow at Cora’s invitation.Surely such a nice gesture would be a trap,right?

“Just like that?”,she asked.”Only if you return the visit.Hades would love to meet the first mortal who was mad enough  has  dared to come here.”Just be prepared to see divine outbursts and hellhounds ready to bite your neck.As for the balls,I’m not into dancing or glitter so I can handle it.Though I wouldn’t say the same thing about Beast’s so-called “rule”“

@thexstubbornxhale

Things were... better? They worried that they couldn’t say the word without a question attached. They and Tajim had come to a head in a much less than stellar way then they’d have hoped but they’d talked; he’d taken some time off work and they were getting to know each other again. It almost felt like they were dating once more. Only, there was no tingle of excitement at the thought of every meeting and more a gut-twisting worry that they’d say something wrong. Each was on egg-shells around the other, Vic just hoped it was a phase they’d pass through.

To help, they’d taken up their usual habit of long walks; they’d moved through the city and just reached the edges of the bayou. The place had always held some interest for them, though they’d yet to explore any of it. Rubbing the small cuts on their fingers they felt a feeling of foreboding from the place but quickly shook it off. Stress, it was all stress. No vampires would be hiding in the bayou in the day and-

Oh... There was someone near the edge, a young someone. Vic blinked a few times and walked closer, realising he recognised her, the girl from the park, “Well, hello.” They said lightly, “Seems the city isn’t so bug as I suspected if we’re run into each other here. Cora, wasn’t it?” 

@thexstubbornxhale, @silverargentvalkyrie, @mcrtinlydia

The streets of New Orleans were a-rife with magic; it clung in the air tonight and seemed to permeate into her being, charging her power, determination, the strength to do what needed to be done. She would make herself an embodiment of magical power to bring New Orleans to heel, the people of this city would look to her and witches would once again be the respected leaders of the Supernatural. 

She turned away from the slightly fogged window of the Lalaurie Mansion attic and back to her chosen ones, they would be waking soon. She’d bound the girls firmly, Cora using metal chains since she was aware the young werewolf’s strength could allow her to break normal ropes. Instead, she’d used those to bind Allison to a to Cora’s left, the thick material likely coarse against her wrists and ankles. Finally, Lydia was to Cora’s right; she’d used duck tape since for all her high and mighty intellect the girl was little threat to her physically. And besides, even if one of the girls was to break free she was more than confident in her power to subdue them once more with little effort. 

Time was vital now. These three would be missed and she needed the power they would grant her to hide and continue her good work, of course Ms Blake would be devastated to lose three such promising students but she’d rally back, perhaps even plan a memorial for them, of course Derek would need a shoulder to cry on and that would only make the alpha easier to coerce to her side.

But that could all come later... For now it seemed her guests were coming to.

“Hello Ladies, so glad you could join me again.” her voice now hollow, lacking any of the usual warmth and energy when she’d spoken to them before.