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𝐅𝐎𝐑 once Emilia wished she wasn't such a supernatural information freak with all the weaknesses of a human for the most part. Like yeah, she's basically an encyclopedia of supernatural knowledge at the mostly beck and call of really powerful supernatural creatures that pay a big price for what she has to offer and yeah, she's impervious to compulsion but technically? She's human with the special little ability to shape shift.
It sucks to be Emilia Benoit. It really does. That's her only thought as she runs through the woods that lie deep within New Orleans, her birth place and once upon a time, home.
Why is she running you ask? Well, she's trying to find proof of her theory and also avoiding the frantic calls from her very persistent werewolf friend, Keelin.
"Goddammit, take a hint." She mutters as she declines the call for the seventh time as she stops in front of the tree that has a squirrel nailed to it. "Ah, fuck. I knew it. I hate it when I'm right." She goes to kneel down to look at the shoe print but her phone buzzes and she sighs, irritated.
Thoroughly convinced Keelin won't let it go, she fishes out her phone from her pocket and answers it. "I'm a little bit busy deep in the bayou, Keelin." She snaps as she steps back and rubs at her forehead.
"You're in New Orleans?" All thoughts of her urgent input of the matter at hand that The Mikaelson's are facing are put aside as she glances at Freya. "I thought you were still in New York, Em."
"I didn't plan this trip, K." Emilia glances around her with intent eyes as she looks for more clues, more evidence, more anything really. "A week ago, ma called. She was hysterical, something about sacrificial magic happening in the bayou." She explained before shaking her head to clear her thoughts. "What do you need?"
Keelin is stunned into silence before she looks back at Freya and she gestures for her to talk while Klaus sighs in irritation. "Well, my wife's family has an issue and you're basically a supernatural know-it-all, so-"
"Yeah, I get it." Emilia sighs as her stomach fills with dread. "Anything to get me out of the damned woods. I hate my findings, how about I tell you about them and you tell me about your issues over coffee, tell me where to meet you."
Despite the situation and the aggravation in the room, Keelin smiles. "Yeah, meet me at the Abattoir, you can finally meet my wife." She snorts quietly and she hears Emilia scoffs on the other end.
"I said I was sorry about that, don't be bitter. See you soon." Emilia hangs up and turns around, eyeing her surroundings intently with a serious look on her face before she takes a picture of her evidence before turning on her heel and heading back the way she came.
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Keelin meets Emilia at the entrance with Freya by her side, Keelin wears a smile while Freya remains serious.
Emilia shrugs her bag off her shoulder and pockets her phone. "Keelin." She turns her eyes on Freya, eyes teasing. "Pretty wife." She grins brightly while Keelin groans.
"Freya Mikaelson." Freya says, a small smile on her lips while she steps back to let Emilia get by and into the house.
Emilia recognizes the last name but doesn't outwardly react. "Cool, Emilia Benoit." She walks past her and her eyes immediately connect with the blue-green eyes of Klaus Mikaelson and she blinks owlishly.
Keelin watches the interaction with a smile before she and Freya turn to follow her. "So, I know you don't like to be hounded for your very special knowledge inheritance but we might need it. I've never seen anything like this before."
"Never have I." Freya adds her input, even if she was a bit confused. "What do you means by inherited knowledge?"
Keelin and Emilia shared a glance with pursed lips that was broken up by Klaus himself.
"Oh, for heaven's sake. Answer, please." He sighed in exasperation as he kept his eyes on the gorgeous brunette in front of him with his sister-in-law.
Emilia's eyes snapped towards him before her eyes were drawn towards the eyes of Hope Mikaelson as she was walking towards them. "I'm an emissary, or druid as we're more commonly known, druids are known as advisors." Emilia explained, waving a hand. "In Greek Mythology, druids can be traced all the way to the first werewolf, Lycaon."
"What's the job of an emissary?" That question had come from Hope and Emilia turned to look at her before running her hand through her hair as they started to guide her to where they had things set up.
"There will be enough time for talk about Emissaries later but this looks..." She stopped at the table. "Wait." Her eyes furrowed and she dug through her bag for her phone before stopping and fishing it out of her pocket. "I've seen that symbol before."
Freya came to stop next to her and looked at the phone. "What is it?"
"Up until a few weeks ago, I was in New York. My mom called me frantic and hysterical about sacrifices happening in the bayou, that why I was out there. I found this right before Keelin called." She showed the picture to Freya and looked at the identical symbol in front of her. "It was seriously freaky, never seen anything like it before."
"Neither have we." Freya muttered, glancing at her brother with a concerned look in her eyes.
Klaus hated to stay this but it seemed like they had a whole new problem at hand, and as he looked at the almost eager look in Emilia Benoit's eyes, she was eager to pull this plot apart at the seems.
His fingers twitched at his sides, eager to paint the look in her eyes. The way she fought back a grin made something swell inside his chest.
"I'm surprised there's something you don't know, sweetheart." He said to her instead, fighting back his own grin.
Emilia threw him a sarcastic smile as she crossed her arm. "I'm more surprised you don't know what it means, Mr. A-Thousand-Year-Old-Hybrid."
Klaus did love a challenge and a part of him hoped Freya would flay him alive to taking an interest in her wife's friend.
