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That old witch (literally) cursed me.

What the hell.

If you're out there, witch, I will find you and make you change this.



[OOC: smart decisions by Damon though he won't actually be able to find her.]

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[enjoythe_ride]

[she likes you, Damon, but oh, your misconceptions about magic]

Yes. Because that will work.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

How does it work? Because I'm running out of options and I need to get rid of these curses.

[enjoythe_ride]

Usually? You find a reversal or you ride it out. But my knowledge of magic might not apply to this kind of witch.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

That is so reassuring.

I can't eat. I can't fight.

Why the long drawn out dramatics here if the goal was death?

[enjoythe_ride]

She wanted you to suffer? Curses are usually about the most painful means of getting someone to either a lesson or death.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

...great.

Seriously, I can't handle all this reassurance. I need a little more doom in my life right about now.

[enjoythe_ride]

Would you like me to come over and see if there's anything I can do?

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

Sure, I haven't been able to find the witch so I'm at the club.

[enjoythe_ride]

I'll be there in a bit.

[after she finds a jacket to cover herself with and gets herself there]

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[HOLY LAWD A DAMON THANKS. Miracles happen, but he's desperate.]

[enjoythe_ride]

[and a little while later she wanders into the club, looking around for any sign of Damon]

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

[It's early so the club is empty, and Damon is at the bar trying to curb a hunger that can't be satisfied.

Among everything else. He lifts his glass her way.] Why do we always meet like this?

[enjoythe_ride]

[smirks]

Because meeting over booze is much better than meeting over a body.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

[smirks in turn]

Can't argue too much about that.

[he drinks from the glass in his hand.] So what are your thoughts? On the curse... thing.

[enjoythe_ride]

[sighs]

Magic where I'm from usually involves hex bags and something on your person, or in your room.

[a beat]

When did you start feeling the effects?

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

[shakes head.]

Don't know if I've seen anything like that. I think I would have noticed it if it was on me.

[he hopes.]

After I left you at the Tower...

I see you're still shackled.

[enjoythe_ride]

[holds up her hands with a sigh]

You get used to them after a while.

[and probably not in the good way. But she's running her fingers along the edges of the counters anyway]

Doesn't necessarily have to be a bag. Could be a coin, or something small and unnoticeable. It's different, depending on the witch.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

[Damon smirks at her from his position beside her.]

Does this mean you'll have to bodily search me?

[Fff, he is taking things seriously though and he strips off the coat that he was wearing, searching the pockets of it, takes out the wallet that he carries, the cellphone.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary yet.]

[enjoythe_ride]

[there's a look at that, a bemused one, before she goes back to the counter to continue looking]

Only if you make me.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

[Damon smirks as he looks down at her, head tilting just slightly.]

Now see that's tempting.

Or we can just strip everything off, see if there's anything hiding anywhere.

[enjoythe_ride]

[and there's another look, this time her hand resting on the counter and looking back at him with even more of a smirk. She wouldn't suggest it, but if he's offering -- she never said she had a problem with objectifying the men in her life]

Well. Whatever it takes.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

[And Damon has never really been against being objectified. He is very confident in his body and is happy to show it off as frequently as possible.]

I would hate to have one of these witchy things hidden in my clothes somewhere.

[He slips his shirt off first, shaking it out but there's... nothing there.]

[enjoythe_ride]

[shrugs as she watches, her head tipped to the side]

That's really the best place to hide them. It keeps them close to the target and the curse effective.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

Why does it seem like you've put so much thought into this?

[raises an eyebrow as he smirks, looking up at her and sliding off those pants next.

Oh yeah.]

[enjoythe_ride]

[a bit of a grin]

It is my business, Damon. I'd be a very poor salesmen if I didn't know how witches operated.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

I think you'd have plenty of other ways to convince people to buy...

You'd be a very amazing saleswoman whether or not you knew. [Smirk.

That's a compliment, yes.]

[enjoythe_ride]

[smirks back. she'll take the compliment]

Still. It's good to know your trade. It can get you out of more than a few jams.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

[Damon no longer has his pants on. ;)]

I'll keep that in mind. [Smirk.] So. Looks like it's not on me.

[enjoythe_ride]

[and Bela is just enjoying the view]

No. Apparently not. Guess it must not be my kind of magic.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

[Damon lets out a sigh, pulling the pants back on.]

Guess not.

Worth a shot.

[enjoythe_ride]

[and there goes the free show]

I could do some research. See if there's something from other Wanderers who have fallen through.

[descendent.livejournal.com]

You are taking this all way too seriously, Damon.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

...Elena?

[descendent.livejournal.com]

Damon...?

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

Stop that...

[descendent.livejournal.com]

So huffy, Damon. Live a little.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

You almost sound like me.

And I sound like you.



This is wrong. This is very wrong.

[descendent.livejournal.com]

You could never sound like me.

Churches would burn.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

WELL, start checking the holy places because they just might be on fire right now.

[descendent.livejournal.com]

See? That's not how I'd reply. Case solved.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

You're a brilliant detective, Elena.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

Are you drunk?

[descendent.livejournal.com]

Certainly not.

That was yesterday. There was a tequila fountain. You should know better by now than to piss off a witch.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

A tequila fountain? Where was that at?

That must have been some tequila. You still sound a little drunk.

[descendent.livejournal.com]

A far, faraway land. Another magic carpet was involved.

I cannot tell a lie. It really was. And you sound chagrined. Those kind of negative emotions are exhausting, Damon.

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

Another

What is with you and magic carpets? Are you this universe's Jasmine?


Okay. Who are you and what have you done with the real Elena? Not that I'm against you having a lighter side, I always felt you should lighten up a bit, but that hasn't happened in all the time I've known you except when you were drunk. What changed?

[descendent.livejournal.com]

Yes. Another.

How am I supposed to know? It's not my fault they just keep showing up and like taking me and my friends around the world.

Things change all the time, Damon. It's how the world goes round. Maybe you should try a different approach this time. You might--surprise, surprise!--find you get different results. Best of luck to you. ;)

[idontgethurt.livejournal.com]

Really? And here I thought it was completely your fault this whole time. I thought you put Scent of the Magic Carpet on every morning, made magic carpet calls into the wild.

Surprise, surprise.

Thanks for the advice, Elena. Enjoy your week. ;)

[descendent.livejournal.com]

I will!

Try not to die and enjoy the week yourself, Damon.