open rp } { other wordly

[iluvroadrunner6]

1. Pick one of yours and one of mine.
2. Pick some prompts.
3. Comment with who you want in the subject line or say "surprise me!"
4. Profit.

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[deathlessness]

Alice Quinn calls and Freya Mikaelson answers.

True, she mostly knew Alice as a niffin, a being that craves knowledge, and sought to know all of her secrets, which Freya was willing to exchange for a favor or two, but the human Alice was also prone to her questions. Lately she's mostly been looking for cloaking spells to keep herself hidden from the Library (which, smart), and asking questions about gods Freya didn't have the information to answer, but this time, she's called her and asked her to come to Brakebills directly, to solve a problem that she can't manage on her own.

So Freya does.

She transports her way to New York, lets herself onto Brakebills by twisting the wards somewhat and finds her way to the physical kids cottage, where the atmosphere inside is almost as depressing as it is outside. She opens the door, glances around at the sad faces for a moment, before raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe it's because I live in New Orleans, but this is a very lazy party, even for a funeral."

wings it

[fissures]

"In all honesty, it's a miracle we managed even this much."

Quentin is dead and nothing is okay. He was the glue that kept everyone together, and now things are becoming even more splintered then ever before. It's why she has to try --

If there's a way to save him, to get him back, she has to try. He did everything to save her when she was niffin, even when she didn't want him to. She owes him at least this much.

[deathlessness]

She scans her eyes over the cottage until she spots the bar, before making her way over to help herself. That's what the bar is for, right? She assumes Alice will get to the ask eventually, but for now she's going to make herself comfortable.

"How are you doing?"

[fissures]

"Not great. I don't think any of us are taking it well."

Quentin was the glue that kept everyone together -- without him it felt like grief was the only thing keeping their group together.

[deathlessness]

"Well, I'm here to help however I can." She places a hand on Alice's shoulder gently. "What do you need?"