WHO: Tia Dalma and Willow Rosenberg WHAT: Meeting, as per Tia's offer to help. WHEN: Not long after their meeting via the message board. WHERE: The La Brea Tar Pits, Hancock Park (otherwise known as the new location of Tia's home) RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
Willow had felt the shift in magicks and had decided to get online to investigate. Having realized quite quickly that the new woman posting to the message board must be the one responsible for the sudden surge in power in the area, and realizing soon after that the woman was hardly a woman at all, Willow found herself curious. She didn't know who, or what, this Tia Dalma was, but she knew she wasn't a regular human. No human had that much power, made that much of a disturbance in the magicks around them. No human, of course, except for her.
Ultimately, she agreed to Tia's offer for a few reasons. First and foremost, she could use a nice magical boost and this woman seemed to have more than enough to spare. Secondly, she was still curious as to her real identity and knew she'd never learn of it over the computers. And third - perhaps the most important of all, to Willow at least - Willow wanted to know where Tia Dalma stood when it came to the moral sides of a coin. Because either she would make one hell of an ally, or she could very well spell out the end for Willow and a great many others.
Finding her, of course, wasn't an issue. She simply closed her eyes and teleported from the house she had moved herself into after leaving the Hyperion, and allowed her magic to guide her. The other woman was already serving as a beacon to her whether she realized it or not, so it took very little effort on Willow's part to let that beacon continue to draw her closer.
She re-appeared in front of Tia's door a second later, feet hovering a few inches off the ground and magic crackling around her. Dressed in all black, her hair and eyes matching and her skin as white as a sheet, she no longer resembled the perky redhead she had been mere days before. And if she had her way, she'd never look like that weakened version of herself ever again, either.
"Knock, knock, anyone home?" she called out a moment or so after appearing, continuing to hover in the air as she waited for permission to come inside. She might be powerful, she might be nearly unstoppable, but even she knew when she had best show a bit of respect. This, most definitely, was one of those times.