Elemental Inconvenience || Self-Para
[Sophie sighed aloud, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of the glass tumbler she'd been drinking out of for the past hour as she assessed the damage to her business. Just a little water damage here and there... nothing that couldn't be fixed with a little bit of diligence and hard work, she decided. What'd really hurt her numbers had been the startling lack of visitors. Without tourists, only the locals remained... and the fact of the matter was, many of the locals chose to stay indoors and wait out the storms.
Though she herself knew the origin of the storms, Sophie couldn't say she blamed New Orleans' residents. It seemed as though the witches had been a bit overzealous with their magic in the grand scheme of things. They'd only meant to shut things down a bit... scare the tourists away in hopes that it'd weaken the reign Klaus and Marcel had on the city. In the end, it'd caused damage far greater than they could have imagined. Even their own places of business suffered at the hands of the torrential rains... and though they seemed to have suddenly stopped all on their own, the rains had already left their mark.
When she thought about it, something seemed off about the whole situation... things weren't quite adding up, and it was starting to frighten her. Could Davina have been stirring things up somehow to cause the witches trouble in reverse? She certainly had the power to accomplish the task, but Sophie doubted she had it in her to make the whole city suffer the way it had. Davina was a lot of things, she decided, but she wasn't completely heartless. She was alone, and she was scared, and if Sophie were in her place she would have likely done the same exact things. They'd just somehow managed to wind up on opposite sides of the same battlefield, in the middle of a war that neither of them had truly wanted in the first place.
But if it wasn't Davina causing the chaos, then what was? Klaus didn't have the power... neither did Marcel.]
What in the hell is going on here?
[That's when the thought hit her. What if Davina was behind it all, and she didn't even realize it? What if the power that'd been trapped within her was finally beginning to seek another outlet, and when it didn't find one it started to unleash its fury on the city of New Orleans?Â
What if the legend was actually coming true?]
It can't be... there's supposed to be more time.
[No sooner than she began pouring another drink from the already mostly empty bottle, did she realize how wrong she was.
The whole building began to shake, bottles crashing to the floor and littering the restaurant's bar with puddles of alcohol and broken glass. Sophie held on for dear life, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter as she wrenched her eyes closed in an attempt to shut the horror of the everything out.
There was no time. The window was closing, and it was closing fast... faster than anyone could have anticipated.
The torrential downpours hadn't truly been the witches' doing after all... all they'd done was get the ball rolling. The legends had all led Sophie to this one point in time, and now the reality of it was unavoidable - Davina was hemorrhaging magic, and before long there'd be nothing left.
She had to warn the others.
They had no reason to believe her, but they were New Orleans' only hope of surviving the end of it all - and her only shot at getting Monique back was closing just as fast.
She couldn't do it alone... not anymore.
She needed to get help.]
