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 Not a Push Over, Marcel
Willow Rosenberg
 Posted: Mar 7, 2018 | 11:10 pm
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This whole situation couldn't have been more potentially perfect if Willow had planned it all out herself. Okay, all parts of it weren't perfect, obviously the part where there was a very pregnant werewolf who'd been cursed out the wazoo, that was nothing that Willow would have wished on anyone. But that was why she was walking down the street of the French Quarter of New Orleans right now. Help the werewolf and her hybrid and in turn she'd get an extra set of hands pulling her best friend and her best friend's former girl friend right out of hell where they'd been stuck for months.

Cake Walk.

What exactly was a cake walk? Willow had always heard the expression and she knew that it was an actual thing but she'd never seen nor been a part of one. Mentally she made a note to look it up later when she wasn't all mission-having.

In truth the random thought train was a nice reprieve because after everything she'd heard about the state of the supernatural community here in New Orleans, the little witch was actually a little nervous about being here by herself with the allies she'd just made. But it wasn't as if she had it plastered on a sign around her neck. As far as anyone who wasn't a witch cared, she was likely some hippie tourist ready to get in touch with her inner goddess or whatever. To anyone who wasn't a witch, well this place was one of the magical Mecca's so it wasn't as if they could ban non-New Orleans witches from coming here on vacation. At least they could freaking try.

Thankfully, once again she'd hit a large city where most people didn't do more than blink at her long dress with bodice laced over it, she hadn't stopped moving long enough to change and as of yet, Willow didn't really feel like it. It was comfortable and the outfit made her actually feel closer to Tara, she understood why her lover had worn outfits like these often. The pain still felt fresh even though it wasn't, but at least she could feel that lump in her throat without going a little dark around the roots.

Still, she had werewolf pups to save and several hundred year old wards to redo. While it seemed that the Mikaelson Mama had packed her own punch in her day, spells that were weaved for protection around this kind of area, they didn't always last unless you wove some kind of curse or blood magic or something with a little more permanence in it. For now, Willow was just going with a few oldie but goodies, but she planned to work the wards into the security system that was already in place around the house. With any luck, furthering the scope of the measures already in place (because no one decided that mixing Magick and Tech for some reason) it would supply a bit more punch.

That was what brought her to the Quarter, she needed supplies because she'd teleported here from Giles' with nearly nothing because that was how she'd arrived on his doorstep. There was going to be no ward building nor curse breaking without a least a few components. She could do spells without them, but Willow found that if she had the time (which she didn't currently have a lot of, but while the clock was ticking, time wasn't exactly getting away from them) it was better to use something symetic because it helped keep her grounded from shooting passed good witch and straight down the magic rabbit hole where Willow wasn't keen on going back to any time soon.

Marcel - *Primed for Confrontation*

**Templet by Kef**


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Marcel Gerard
 Posted: Mar 12, 2018 | 9:04 pm
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Just what he needed, another witch in town. What was worse was that this was one of the most powerful witches in the world. How did Klaus, manage to get people like that to his side? It boggled Marcel’s mind. There had to be some reciprocity going on no one tolerated Klaus’ attitude for more than a minute once he was in a mood. It was galling. No one had come to him for information on any of the goings on in the Quarter. Everyone just assumed that Marcel had to be the bad guy.

It didn’t take his guys long to track down the red headed witch in the Quarter. She looked like a ren fair reject. He didn’t think anyone but hippies dressed like that but with all the new fantasy shows that were airing it was not surprising that there would be mideval fusion gowns making a comeback. Dismissing the thought as quickly as it came he resolved to speak to the witch. His reaction to Jane Anne had been way out of bounds but he’d been so pumped to show how much he had the Quarter under control to Klaus that he’d gotten caught up in the moment. He wasn’t even sure if Klaus was miffed at him for showing off or for doing something he might have done down the road.

That was neither here nor there. Still he approached the young woman with a smile, he wore his usual dark colored log sleeved shirt that was pushed up slightly to the elbows, black slacks and belt and black leather shoes. He wore a corded necklace and his posture was relaxed and calm. “Miss Rosenberg? I am Marcel Gerard and I’d like to welcome you to the French Quarter. I was wondering if you had a moment to spare to go for a cup of coffee? I’d heard you’d come into town and I’d like to speak to you if I may.” He knew Klaus rarely managed to be charming for more than an hour. Marcel could manage far more than that and even if this witch didn’t want to hear what he had to say at least he could say he tried the nice way first. He wasn’t keen on tossing his guys towards a witch that could probably incinerate them with a snap of her fingers.

No, calm was the best bet here. He’d not waste his friends on a futile fight. Klaus had made his show of strength at the party but so far things had been at a low boil for a bit now. With Rebekah having all but disappeared, as was her habit when the mood struck her, Marcel was alone in his quest to keep the Quarter under control. All he knew was that if Klaus took it over all hell would break lose. Old rivalries and feuds, old scores settled by blood, there wouldn’t be much of a Quarter left to him. Marcel had fought and died here. This town was just a passing amusement for Klaus. Once he saw the work involved he’d leave for redder pastures.

Willow Rosenberg

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Willow Rosenberg
 Posted: Apr 11, 2018 | 10:49 pm
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Hearing her name being called while Willow did her best to look as inconspicuous as possible was not something that the little witch was expecting, especially from a voice that she was sure that she'd never heard before. Pausing and turning her head, green eyes took in the man standing before her, while she'd been tricked before, a vampire as old as he seemed wasn't going to be easy to mistake. Her green skirts fluttered around her boots as she fully turned to face him, needing to tilt her head up slightly in order to look him in the face.

Marcel.. she knew that name... wait.. that Marcel?

"It would seem that you don't waste any time, Mr. Gerard." Wow that was smooth, Willow was almost sorry that no one was currently around to hear her be so smooth. She'd been in the city proper for a whole hot ten minutes and already the other half of the vampiric hierarchy had sought her out. What had Klaus called him? Interloper? Betrayer? Usurper? All these were likely, especially given Klaus' tone of voice when he spoke about his childer, though Willow was curious how much was bias and how much of a monster Marcel really was. Klaus seemed to have a pretty short temper as it was and when he'd been alive as long as he had, you tended to hold some deep grudges. Not to discredit any bad blood between them, but she'd learned a long time ago that just because one vampire, especially if they were of the same bloodline, hated each other, that didn't mean that either one of them was a bad guy.

"I don't really have time to stop for coffee, but if you don't mind walking with me we can walk and talk if you'd like." She had two very dear friends trapped in a hell dimension, one Watcher who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, crazy cult witches who were trying to sacrifice another special baby and her both angry and worried parents. Not to mention several hundred year old wards that needed to be stripped and redone. There was no stopping. Besides, if Marcel was upset that she was here and helping Klaus and Haley, she wasn't exactly going to let him guide her into a vampire run establishment where he could dispatch of her quietly. He'd have to work harder than that.

"I didn't think much of anyone knew that little ol' me was here in New Orleans, I wasn't even planning on being here myself until a little earlier today." Let him direct the questions, let him say he knew that she was meeting at the Mickaelson estate. Even if there wasn't really a lot of rules about magic, Willow wasn't going to breech Witch/Client confidentiality without a damn good reason. Especially not to someone who could potentially cause the little family harm. Pretty smiles usually came attached to liars. "Was there anything specific that you wanted to talk to me about?"

Marcel - Witch on a Mission

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