Your life is pathetic... [OPEN]

[getsthelastword]

Who: Damon and whoever he happens to eat meet
What: Arriving
When: Friday (Feb 19)
Where: The Rowan Tree

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[minthemagician]

Irmingard of Landing hugged herself as she walked over the land-bridge to the tree. Today was seeming so long. That had been happening, lately -- some days it seemed like she'd hardly walked out the door that the sun was going down, others seemed to just have so many hours in them. Today was in the latter category, and she was already tired out from too much work. She'd eaten and drank her fill at the majicks' tavern, but both her magic and the ale had left her head feeling... floaty. So she'd gone for a walk, and found her fur-lined boots leading her toward the Rowan Tree.

She was halfway across the bridge when she saw something -- no, someone -- appear at the base.

No way.

Min sped up to a loping jog, but slowed again to a walk when the man got up and started to walk toward her. She approached, focusing as best she could on his face (oh Gods below he was naked. pretty but naked. don't look at the nakedHe was in front of her. She should probably say something eloquent. Something to appropriately welcome him to this new (for him)

[getsthelastword]

Well. That was a convenient. Blond on demand.

Damon would have laughed at that. But he was took hungry to laugh. Too hungry to think really, think about her silky blond hair and those eyes. The cobalt blue eyes.

The statue's eyes. Yes. That's all it was unnerving him now.

"No gods," he murmured, his throat dry and parched. God, he needed something to eat. "Just devils."

Damon's face changed before her, his forehead wrinkling and contracting so that his eyes widened, pupils dialating to overpower everything. He reached out with his mind to confound her and felt...nothing. He felt absolutely nothing. What the hell?

Screw it. No time to think. Time to eat. He'd be sloppy. He was pretty good at disposing of bodies anyway.

Damon launched himself at her, fangs flashing.

[minthemagician]

Min couldn't help shrinking back a bit when his face did that -- that thing -- her body tensing, ready to defend herself.

So when he threw himself at her, she still let out a short, shrill scream out of reflex. But she also threw up a hand as she jumped back, conjuring up a large brick. Floating in the air, right in front of his freaky face.

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie had been hunting in the woods when she had heard the scream.

It had scared away the deer that she had been just about to pounce on, and that annoyed her. Bonnie was hungry. For a moment, she lingered where she was, debating just how guilty she would feel if she made no attempt to save the screamer.

Too guilty for comfort, she decided. After sighing irritably, Bonnie began running in the scream's direction. Not fast enough yet, she thought regretfully. The trees were blurry around her as she ran, and it was certainly still faster than a normal human would run, but there wasn't that sense of everything mish-mashing together like some sort of cray watercolor painting around her.

Still at full speed, she threw herself at the figure attacking the blonde and she knocked him down to the ground, falling on top of him.

You don't want to hurt this woman, Bonnie willed, still spread out over the man. You want to leave her alone.

[getsthelastword]

For some reason that Damon couldn't begin to comprehend in this or any other state, Damon no longer wanted to eat the blond woman. True, he wanted to do some other things to him, but not eat her. Which was weird. Because he was really, really hungry.

And there was something furry on top of him. He wanted to see what it was, but a brick suddenly came down on his face. With a growl, he pushed the furry aside in the direction of the water, making room for him to sit up. Yeah. That was definitely a brick. And it HURT. For a moment, he stared curiously at the blond woman. She had made the brick? And the furry thing? He realized, oddly enough, that his face had relaxed. He couldn't have hurt her even if he wanted to. And he kinda wanted to, but he couldn't.

What the hell?

"What the hell?" he asked.

[minthemagician]

Ooh. That was a bad idea. She was already burnt out and tipsy; that last flash of magic had sent a wave of dizziness over her. The brick dissolved and Min stumbled but managed to stay standing.

She began to back away slowly, eyes trained on the two figures on the ground.

"Just my luck," she murmured to herself. "I get the creepy one."

[blytheandbonnie]

A fraction of a moment before he had pushed Bonnie aside, Bonnie had suddenly felt her stomach twisting into a giant, painful knot. She had suddenly recognized the feel of the man under her. Recognized the familiar shape of his neck. Recognized that smell. Before she could react, before she could even really think, he was pushing her aside.

When he spoke, her suspicions were confirmed. She knew that voice, knew it better than any other sound in the world. Bonnie slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position, leaning on her palms, brown eyes wide as she stared ahead disbelievingly.

"Damon," she breathed, and the word itself held all the reverence and desperation of a prayer.

[getsthelastword]

Damon was on his feet and took several steps toward Min when he heard his own name. He looked down. It was then he realized that the furry thing had brown eyes and A-cups. Perfect. What's-her-name...what was it? Poppy or Winnie or something obnoxiously cute like that. And she was defending the blond girl.

"Oh, come on!" he groaned in annoyance. "Is there absolutely no one to eat around here?"

He threw his hands up in the air, turning around. His insides were squirming. If he didn't get someone to eat soon, he was going to lose it. But unfortunately, the Fell's Church folks were off limits. Of course, as he looked around at the landscape, it occurred to him that this probably wasn't Fell's Church.

Damon decided now was the time to consider a few basic questions. Why was he hungry when he had just fed? Where was Stefan? What had happened to the museum? Where was he? What was that redhead's name? Why didn't he want to eat the blond girl?

And why was he naked?

[minthemagician]

He was a cannibal. A fucking cannibal. A pretty, naked cannibal.

Every time Min had met a worldwalker face-to-face, she'd thought there was something a little odd about them, at least. But this just about took the cake.

At least the redhead seemed to have him under control. Which was especially good because standing was seeming like not a very good idea at the moment. Not ungracefully, Min lowered herself onto the dirt, more than a dozen feet from the other two.

"Sick," she breathed, mostly to herself, but it was directed at Cannibal Man.

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie slowly pushed herself up to her feet. "Deer," she managed to say, and the monosyllabic word seemed to take a lot more effort than it normally would have. "There's, uh, deer to eat." A pause. "In the forest."

She cleared her throat. "But you shouldn't eat people but we've had this conversation before and you even have to be careful with what animals you eat because some of them talk so they're not like animals from home, everything's different here and I've missed you so much!" And now she was babbling but she couldn't care less and suddenly, she threw herself at Damon with a delighted little cry of "You're here!"

[getsthelastword]

Having no strength left, Damon was utterly flung to the ground with the force of the redhead (Jezzie? Audrey? What was her name?) flinging herself at him. He skidded along the bridge, closer to the cowering blond. This was not doing wonders for his image right now.

Switching tactics, he decided that he would go for cool as a cucumber and see what happened.

He cleared his throat loudly, looking down at the blond girl. "Would you please get your friend off of me right now? I'm getting really bored and impatient; and I don't do bored and impatient."

And hungry. So very. Very hungry.

And just what made A-cups think that he would ever eat a deer? No. He really wanted a blond girl. But he didn't. It was all far too confusing.

[minthemagician]

'She's not my friend' was what Min almost said. But considering the redhead was the only thing between her and Cannibal Man, she might as well be.

"Well, I don't do dead," she spat back. "So I won't mind if she stays right there."

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie would have been less surprised if Damon had slapped her. She'd been missing for weeks or months or at least quite a long time now. Bored? Impatient?

"Damon?" She looked up at him and she didn't even try to hide her puzzled expression. "Damon, it's me. Bonnie." Maybe it was just that he was hungry. Maybe that was it. After all, she had been nearly crazy after she had been pulled through the tree. It stood to reason that he might be a little confused or grumpy.

[getsthelastword]

Bonnie! Yes. That was the name. Good thing she had said something. Damon was pretty certain it was Caroline. Or maybe Meredith? But no, Bonnie was right. It was much more obnoxiously cute, anyway.

"Bonnie," he said patiently, his voice level. "I'm the most dangerous thing you're ever likely to encounter in your life. Please get off now before I lose the last of my patience."

He planted a hand on her forehead, pushing her away, but not too roughly. No doubt, Stefan would get all pouty if Damon actually hurt one of these girls. Incentive, yes, but Damon didn't feel up to it right now. What he really wanted was to figure out what was going on.

"Explanations," he barked to both girls, not really caring which one answered. "Now. Where the hell are we and why am I naked?" He paused a moment before winking. "You're welcome, by the way."

[minthemagician]

Min got to her feet. It made her head swim a bit, but she felt better standing than sitting in his presence.

"We're just outside of Jhelbor -- a city in the world of Rowan." With someone else, she might have worried what this revelation might do to their mental state, but this guy seemed like he could handle it. Plus she didn't care that much. "Congratulations -- You're a worldwalker. You've passed from one reality into another." As for why he was naked? If he didn't know, she definitely didn't. And she wasn't thinking about it.

[blytheandbonnie]

Dangerous? Bonnie almost laughed at that. He wasn't dangerous, not really. Not unless you were human and she certainly wasn't--

Oh.

"What year are you from?" she asked meekly, stepping back. Before or after 1992? Either way, there were implications. Unpleasant ones. Difficult ones. Bonnie felt a little queasy. And annoyed. He'd just been pulled through the tree, sure, but Damon was definitely being more annoying than was strictly necessary.

"And stop being so mean," she snapped at him as an afterthought. "In case you didn't notice, you're not exactly in a position to make demands. You're naked and hungry and none of your powers are going to work right now."

She stuck her tongue out at him.