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Locked Salvatore Boarding House: Desperate Times (Bonnie/via text Enkil)

 

Bonnie lingered in the kitchen for a while as she began sorting things out. It was not entirely surprising when Hayley reached out for help but for Klaus to do so without any threats being thrown into the mix for good measure was a bit of a shock. Shaking that off she started to wonder what this mysterious threat to his daughter may be.

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Having not heard anyone come back inside she went outside to see if she could locate her friend as she suspected the other doppelg?nger to be off somewhere having a long overdue conversation with Klaus. “Elena!?” She called out when she wasn't immediately visible.

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Pulling out her phone she sent a quick text updating her on the status of things.?

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//Nobody died.//

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She stepped out further onto the porch as her eyes moved over the bits of the yard that could be seen thanks to the light. It seemed odd that Elena would go for a walk at night even with things having been quiet. ?The thought causing her to look back at the glowing screen. Nothing. She sent another text.?

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//Where are you?//

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This time she didn't lower the small device instead she kept staring at its screen as if by sheer will alone she could cause her friend to respond when minutes passed and still nothing the witch dialed her number. “Come on, Elena…pick up the phone.” When after several rings it went straight to voicemail she let out a frustrated sigh. “Elena, call me back.”?

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Upon hanging up she almost instantly pulled up the number of someone who she hoped her missing friend might be with. It wasn't completely out of the realm of possibility he'd had a change of heart. “Come on, Damon…” She didn't know if he would even answer but she had to know whether Elena was with him.?
 

//Who is this, please,//The return text was sent from Damon's phone to Bonny.
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The no holding it stood on the?edge of the woods where Damon had tossed it a few hours ago in order to avoid Elena and himself in equal measures. The one holding the phone was aware that the message was not for him and even aware that he could not help the one sending it. He even knew that he had no business replying, but...it was a way of reaching out...His first attempt as he had chosen carefully in order to make it worth while as well as to avoid danger from those useless to him or his cause.
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Learning his...technology had been far easier than he had suspected, but being surrounded by mortals who never put down their little device made it simple for him to reach into their minds ever so gently and learn how it ll worked. So fascinating exciting and useful! Only this one was threatening low battery so he doubted it would last longer than an hour. Idly he wondered if any charger would work for it.
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OOC, Figured out a way to sort the Damon situation and changed how I am bringing in Enkil but it works just as well and will eventually end up in the same place cause he can find Damon.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Bonnie gave a frustrated sigh when it went to voicemail then hung up to avoid saying any of the millions of thoughts running through her head. She felt fairly certain given how angry she was at her friend there would be a few threats of bodily harm if she didn't hold her tongue. Sitting the small device on the kitchen counter while resting her palms on either side of it.?
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She was just about to walk away when it buzzed causing her gaze to focus on the glowing screen a moment. There was a second of hesitation before she picked it up once more reading the message which did little to improve her mood. Taking a breath she quickly typed out a response then pressed send.?
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//It's Bonnie. Stop messing around. Elena's missing. Is she with you?//
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Her eyes briefly went to a pad of paper and the pen lying next to it as she started to wonder whether it was possible for someone else to have his phone. But until she got confirmation either way she would stay her hand as the additional means of communication might be a bit much.
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(ooc: it's cool with me. figure Bonnie wouldn't have anyway of knowing he tossed his phone. plus may give her a chance to cool off lol)
 

//No. Elena is not with me. I have no association with anyone named Elena unless there was a name change, which could very well be possible, if unlikely. I seek assistance from the witches. Any witches if they are strong, would you happen to know of any? This device appears to be very powerful, but it can not solve my problem. If this problem is not solved, many will suffer. Though I do not deserve assistance for my own sake due to my great folly, it is not only for myself that I ask. Many will suffer if...something is not done. Please do not take this as a threat for the suffering shall not be done by my hand or my will.//
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He nearly typed not any more, but knew that would not be understood unless by very few. Even the sky looked different, Enkil found himself thinking idly as he waited, back resting against a tree as he dared hope.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Bonnie paced the length of the kitchen with phone in hand anxiously awaiting a response. She tried to keep her thoughts from going to those dark places that only fear of a loved one being in danger could take them. It wasn't something she liked to consider with everyone still finding their footing after all the loss and terror of the previous year. Maybe it had been wrong to think fate would allow them a chance to find closure and move forward before landing its next blow.

She quickly lifted the small device so that she could see the screen, hoping for some kind of good news. Her heart sank at seeing the first line of the text she'd received which raised more questions instead of easing her mind. If someone else had gotten ahold of Damon's phone then where was he? Had they killed him? The answers somehow seemed far less important when she began to process the rest of what she'd read.

There was a flicker of hesitation as she questioned whether to become involved in this stranger’s problems. But if this could potentially affect those closest to her or the people of their hometown then she kinda had to. With a heavy sigh she began typing out a response then quickly hitting send before she could change her mind on the matter.?

//I’m a witch. Who is this? What problem?//

It occurred to her this might be a conversation they wished to have in person but being a bit wary she decided not to make the offer herself.
 

//Are you aware of Mekare and Maharet. If? so please know that I mean them no harm. The
Their is
Trouble has
Things become confusing and things occur that I do not understand and have no explanation for. Even I from all I have witnessed can not explain.//
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The text was sent then another followed.
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//Mistakes were made in our youth, too much power was given that we did not understand. Their was too much fear in the world of the unknown and much of it ours, then we became the unknown. We had to stop being afraid and that lead to bad things, worse mistakes. I am not truly certain when the thing took her over and by all the gods I hate myself for that that lack of awareness. I only hope the explanation above can make the witches understand. We have done wrong, this I know. I tried to help but it was too late. But we should be dead. I am not. she is not and I can not find her. She is changed and beyond my reach but alive and this I know, though I do not know how. The witches should know. What can resurrect life that should be perhaps left dead?//
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The disjointed tests were all he had, and the best he had. He still wished to protect Akasha, to free her from that which had its grips on her so long ago. May that be gone now. But he could not be sure. So it was not only his desire to protect Akasha but to protect the world from her until he could understand what was happening and what should be done. For that he feared he needed help from those who would sooner see him dead than heed his words and?warnings.
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OOC, Sorry it was disjointed but that's him right now.?
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Bonnie was headed toward the living room when she got the next text message from the mystery person in possession of her friend's phone. Holding it up so that she could reach one while absently repeating the names out loud in either an attempt at committing them to memory or searching hers to see if she'd heard them somewhere before. Shaking her head once she decided she hadn't.?

//The names don't ring any bells.//

Though she did wonder if they should. Her preoccupation with this was short lived as everything else started to sink in and other questions came to mind. There was every chance she'd regret any involvement in whatever this was and maybe her temptation to do so stemmed from how much she'd been thinking about Enzo lately.

//Took over who?//

If one were to check the books that Alaric kept at the Armory they might be able to find the answer to whatever had ‘taken over’ this woman that was mentioned.

//If you’re not opposed to doing some research I know of place where we might can find some answers?//

What was she doing? She didn't even have a clue as to who had gotten their hands on Damon's phone or how they had come about it and yet she was offering them help.
 

//Akasha. She is...was...my wife. I am no longer certain if she even lives. I can no longer feel her...at least not as I once did. If she lives, perhaps it is no longer her, not even a little. Research? I have attempted that but if you are a witch, perhaps you have other resources. Where...I am in a forest near a town where I found this shining device. So many people use them yet I likely do not understand the half of what I gleam from their minds.//
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After sending the message, Enkil felt his gaze wander up to the stars...to the heavens and though they still managed to make him feel small, a good thing at times, even they were so foreign and different now from what they once were. How did even they change? Was this a consequence of time as well??
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Bonnie sank down onto the couch with a backwards glance toward the foyer not really sure what she expected to see. Sighing she looked down at her phone once more about half a second before the next alert sounded. As she read the message she felt a pang of sympathy for whoever was on the other end.?

//I will do whatever I can to help you find her…if she's alive and if she needs ‘saving’ then we'll find away. Someone in this town should be able to be with the one they love.//

She knew this promise had a great deal to do with how much she missed Enzo and watching the heartache of her friends. It didn't seem fair that none of them were allowed any chance of happiness after all they’d been through in recent years. Shaking her head as she looked down again then sent another text with a selfie she'd taken with Damon.?

//His name is Damon Salvatore. If you can find him…he can help you find me.//

Though even as she hit send she didn't know whether he would be at all helpful in his current state. Leaning forward the witch grabbed a pen then wrote out the message ‘Elena is missing.’ Tipping her head as she tried to think if there was anything else she needed to say aside from some vague threat of bodily harm for his choices ever since Stefan's death.

Quickly and neatly holding the piece of paper in her free hand she closed her eyes repeating the same phrase in some foreign language until it went up in flames only to reappear in Damon's pocket. She doubted he’d care but maybe he'd at least find a phone to get in touch with her so she'd know whether Elena was with him or not.
 

Enkil stared at the images on the screen silently wondering how he was to find a stranger. How when he could not even find Akasha...Who had killed him, who had not been herself...who still seemed to exist somehow...and if so what did that mean? Perhaps he had simply gone mad. By all rights he should yes? He had no answers.?
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Opening his mind he began to search for the man...the vampire...he was far away but the witch herself...she was closer.
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//I can feel him and he is far away. You are closer,//
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He texted back.
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//I should not be alive. I remember her killing me...Perhaps I have lost my mind. You should be warned.//
OOC, Damon will find the note, but he'd not know it's there right away.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Bonnie had imagined things going differently when she'd finally found the loophole that allowed her to wake her friend without dying to do so. It should by rights have been a time for celebration…something that drew everyone together again in the wake of last year’s tragedies…but instead it was as if nothing else changed. Damon was still intent on driving a wedge between himself and everyone he'd left behind.?

She scrolled through her contacts with a finger hovering over Elena's name as if one more text or call might gain a response that would ease her mind. It was possible that considering the way things had gone, or not gone, with Damon she might have needed some time alone. But it was also just as likely someone had either snatched her up be it Damon or someone else. “Damn it!”

Her imagination was racing with the possibilities as she thought about calling someone else for a little help. With one swipe of her finger she scrolled up to Caroline's number knowing she'd gone out to avoid the memories attached to this place since she'd become both a wife and widow on the same day last year.

Fortunately, in that moment fate offered a distraction in the form of a text from the mystery person currently in possession of Damon's phone. She opened the message with slightly less hesitation than her previous actions. It was a little disappointing to learn that her friend had apparently abandoned his phone entirely which meant the note she'd sent was her only hope of reaching him.

She quickly typed out a response then hit send.?

//Yeah, there's been a slight case of resurrection going around. At least two others that I know of a young witch from New Orleans and a widow who was killed a thousand years ago. Unfortunately, no answers on that front.//

She suppressed the urge to point out that both women had ties to the Mikaelsons which could be a sign of things to come.?

//Then come find me and we’ll see what we can't do about your wife.//

She genuinely hoped that last text wouldn't come back to bite her on the ass considering the warning of them possibly having lost their mind.





(ooc: that's cool.)
 

Enkil rose into the air, somehow the ability feeling both odd and 2nd nature at once. The? word case' played over in his mind.He understood the witch's meaning, at least he thought he did, but case...what was this case??
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Dare he hope that she could help? That there was any help? Or that there would just be more...mayhem with him going along with Akasha for...what reason? For love, of course. For the need to keep her at his side even while he wondered if he even knew her. And the twins...they had asked for it. If they had only...He sighed, shaking his head. Though it all still had to matter it nonetheless felt so very far away though obviously the repercussions were quite close.
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After feeling the minds, so many minds, he could now more understand how each side had truly felt themselves in the right and there went his black and white, oh so easy understanding of things, swept away by a tide that had no place in the desert to which he had once been so accustomed.
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He landed softly outside of a house that looked to him like many others, nearly peasant fair with its lack of ornamentation. The modern architecture did not impress, but there were far more important things with which he could concern himself. Staring at the door for a moment, he vaguely recalled what he should do and lifted a hand to knock, the other still holding the communication and information device.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Bonnie ran a hand back through her hair as she walked from one room to the next suppressing the urge to pace. This whole thing was driving her up the wall…first her friend goes missing then she can't reach Damon, who may or may not be even remotely helpful at this point. Taking a deep breath she slowly exhaled checking her phone once more hoping she wasn't making a mistake here.

When she checked outside again there was still no sign of Elena anywhere and on the off-chance she'd snuck upstairs to take a nap she went to check her room. “Damn it! Where are you?” She kept her voice down to avoid attracting attention because getting any of the kids caught up in this would only make matters worse.?

She came back down the stairs just as a knock sounded the door, taking a quick look around she was satisfied that she was alone then went over to open it. “Um, hi.” It was a little awkward as she wasn't sure what to say aside from a simple greeting to get things started.
 

Enkil found himself studying her clothes in some astonished awe. Hands smoothed down the long robes in which?his watchers had clothed him, or had it been whoever had resurrected him? Or...had the clothing come along with them? He blinked, feeling suddenly very overwhelmed. All of this in the bright lights of this home was suddenly too much.
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The vast mental understanding and contact he believed he had with the world, at least in part, was fading in the face of electricity. His clothes seemed foreign and hers worse and while all this mattered was beyond him, but it left him speechless. Instead he wordlessly extended the phone. It was useful for information but what did he truly need to ask now that it could tell him? It did not know his wife. It did not know the twins. Neither, apparently did this witch. He nodded, his way of returning her greeting through the sudden distraction with which he felt to be drowning.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.

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