doing as the tourists do - drink & go ghost hunting (for Kol)

[callmeles]

Piper had been the one to suggest the ghost tour and make sure that Kol would be on his best behavior. Which, when it came down to it, all she asked was he didn't bite any of the guests until after the tour. The day before, she had actually been looking forward to it too. She supposed it was only fitting. She had always enjoyed verbal sparring with others and doubly enjoyed anyone who could keep up with her.

That morning, she had gotten up and gone to the cabin where it had all started. Adonis had met her there, told her a bit of the history he and David had found all those years ago after the fact and talked to the little ghost girl who had remained. She'd seemed disappointed that Jordan wasn't with her and she couldn't bring herself to tell the ghost of all things that Jordan wouldn't be returning. Throughout it, she'd felt fine.

That was, until she'd returned to her hotel to get ready for that evening.

Within an hour or two, she'd started to feel lethargic and felt she needed to blast the AC, it was so warm in her room. Piper knew she needed to get up and at least look human even if she didn't particularly feel very human. She shot off a quick text to Kol (though she wasn't sure why she shared that bit of information with him) before leaving her room with everything she needed - phone, wallet... a knife just in case.

It was still warm and humid out for New Orleans but somehow, Piper felt even hotter. This wasn't a feeling she'd experienced since... well, before they had died. She wasn't going to assume it was that (though there was a very small part of her that was hopeful). She pushed all that aside as she came up on Kol just minutes after the last text and gave him a grin. "So, have I been ditched for a bachelorette party?"

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[demeritorious]

"I will not. Where it matters, in five years, they will know our names, and if they should, they will shake in fear."

That he doesn't doubt and he has every plan to carry through on. One day. Just taking it one step at a time. But he means it too when he says their names and not just his own.

He takes the ledger, glancing through it. "Well well. He's collecting tributes. I'm sure to protect them from himself. He sets it down, starting a stack. He picks up the tome she mentioned, flipping through it, and he manages to go pale.

"That son of a bitch." He turns the book for her to see, runes forming a legend in the front of the book. "Esther Mikaelson. This is my mother's," he says in a low, angry hiss. He knows his brother must have given it to him, or left it here. Whatever had happened, it was his now and people will pay. "There's a spell in here to link people. I can use it to link him to the rest of the line and undermine Klaus' entire massive lineage."

He delights in that, knowing it's what he'll have to do.

"Come on. Grab what you need and let's go. We have work to do."

[callmeles]

"One could argue that plenty of people already know my name and some even shake in fear of it," Piper mused, giving him an amused look. However, it wasn't lost on her that he spoke of both of them and not just himself.

"Though, if they know we've some how teamed up, I can only imagine that would crank that up to a defcon level."

Piper had sifted through more of the safe while he looked through the ledger and then heard his curse. She turned to face him and her mouth dropped open when he admitted it was his mothers. "Well, fuck," she said and walked toward him, holding onto the other two grimoires she fully intended to take with her.

"That sounds promising," she agreed then felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. "Looks like you have work to do and I need... to sleep." She noticed that she had started to progressively feel worse as the night went on. The very last thing she needed was to show any sort of weakness in a building full of vampires.

[demeritorious]

He pauses to look at Piper, offering her a wicked, toothsome smile. "Good. You know, that's kind of sexy for you to say as well," he points out, giving her a wink.

"Oh let's be real. Sooner than later, there's going to be a panic and we'll have to be ready for them trying to stop us. I hope you're ready for that."

Because it's easier talking about that than it is knowing Marcel has Esther's spellbook. It's intoxicating and terrifying all at the same time.

He considers her for a moment, frowning though he steps in closer to rub her arm for a moment. "Lets get you out of here."

He had forgotten, for a moment or three, how ill she had been when they arrived and now he knew he needed to take care of her. He'll need her for what her has planned, and risking her now wouldn't help.

Grabbing up a bag, he puts the books away before closing the safe. Then he moves to take her arm. "Come on. Lets get you somewhere safe."

[callmeles]

She snorted in amusement, completely unsurprised by his answer. "You're probably one of the only people to say so," she mused.

Kol didn't seem to be the type to mindlessly include someone in his plans to take over New Orleans. But, he kept throwing in this 'we' word and she would like to say she was a little surprised. She was sure it was because she was an Enchanted and could help in ways he could use. Later, once she was in her right mindset, she'd have to give that some thought. Or, a lot of thought.

For now, though, her body was screaming at her that she needed to sleep.

She truly thought she had responded to him and said something about being ready but the next thing she felt was his hand on her arm and releasing a soft sigh at the cool touch. "My hotel. I have wards there," she managed before composing herself as she clutched the books to her chest and took his hand with her free one.

"Let's go."