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He caught her talking to someone else and it took a moment before the familiar face flashed into his memories. "Alice," he said, waving to her. He had only loved in her house a few short weeks, but compared to most she had been nice to him.

".... Are you actually Landon?" She questioned. "Or are you Malivore again?" She gave him a once-over. "Weren't you the ferryman? I think I heard Mikaelson talking about that."

"Haven't you ever heard smoking's bad for you?"

☄️ — A wiser man would have focused on the problem at hand, gotten down to the bottom of this.. predicament. However, he was a 22-year-old nihilist — and was years from being anything but. Couple stolen wallets here paid for more than a few rounds there. Not that anyone would be looking, but Joshua could be found in a club he already forgot the name of. The very foundation shook in time with his magically-charged dance, lights and electronics shorting out.

Alice watched the man across the club as the lights began flickering and evidence of magic was in the air, entranced by his display of magic. The blatant disregard for who saw him. "Show off," she said, loud enough for him to hear.

Dahlia stood on the street. She watched the car move past with wide eyes. "Where am I?" She asked, turning around looking for the vikings that where no longer watching her every move.

"Mystic Falls, the land of beasts, monsters, and mayhem," Alice told her.

"Who are you and what are you doing wearing my mom's face?" Alice responded.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that, Mikaelson?"