[New people are here and the city is in full swing trying to rebuild itself. Without a job or anything else specific to do, Hope is content to put her strength and stamina to good use as she helps clear debris out of the streets.
They want them to fit in, so clearly trying to get things back to normal is the way to go.
After carrying a particularly heavy piece of concrete off to a pile to be taken away, she has a seat on the ground to the side of the road, wiping at her forehead with the back of her arm and giving herself a moment to rest.]
closed to Klaus Mikaelson; backdated to the 20th
[Caroline is lost and in pain; it's the only piece of information that she knows and she only has one way to try and fix it. She has to find her headmistress, even if somehow they're the same age now and things are kind of weird.
Hope is almost certain that Caroline would do the same for her.
She's sitting on the floor in one of the otherwise currently empty safehouse rooms, sigils written on the ground and as many of the usual ingredients, she would need to cast a locator spell. She's been told that it won't work, she's tried to use her magic before, but she's desperate and just searching the city without a clue of where to go isn't going to work.
This isn't the first time she's tried this today, and it's clear from the glow on her chest and the pained sound that leaves her throat that if she pushes it much further, it's not going to end well.]
Dammit!
[She slams her fist into the floor, feels the sting of pain in her knuckles as she draws her knees to her chest.]
hope mikaelson ; ota with a closed starter
[New people are here and the city is in full swing trying to rebuild itself. Without a job or anything else specific to do, Hope is content to put her strength and stamina to good use as she helps clear debris out of the streets.
They want them to fit in, so clearly trying to get things back to normal is the way to go.
After carrying a particularly heavy piece of concrete off to a pile to be taken away, she has a seat on the ground to the side of the road, wiping at her forehead with the back of her arm and giving herself a moment to rest.]
closed to Klaus Mikaelson; backdated to the 20th
[Caroline is lost and in pain; it's the only piece of information that she knows and she only has one way to try and fix it. She has to find her headmistress, even if somehow they're the same age now and things are kind of weird.
Hope is almost certain that Caroline would do the same for her.
She's sitting on the floor in one of the otherwise currently empty safehouse rooms, sigils written on the ground and as many of the usual ingredients, she would need to cast a locator spell. She's been told that it won't work, she's tried to use her magic before, but she's desperate and just searching the city without a clue of where to go isn't going to work.
This isn't the first time she's tried this today, and it's clear from the glow on her chest and the pained sound that leaves her throat that if she pushes it much further, it's not going to end well.]
Dammit!
[She slams her fist into the floor, feels the sting of pain in her knuckles as she draws her knees to her chest.]