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[dxppelgxnger]

"Get it all out, sweetheart-- I can take your shit.         ... He randomly stops by your loft. Am I missing something here?"                 [ looking up imprinting is all she can think of right now. ]                 "You're a wolf. Threaten the nerd into calling first."

"Guess I shouldn’t have called you a psycho bit-. Oh, that was in my head. Sorry."                 [ she didn’t mean to let that one slip out, oh well. ]               “If by that you mean he randomly stops by my loft without calling first then yes.”

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Keira groaned. If this creature was staying, then she might as well drink too. Pulling a bottle of scotch from her cabinet, she replied, "Not when people sneak up on me, no. My hearing's been strange these past few days..." The amber liquid poured into a glass. "And you're certainly not improving my patience with it."

Puck snapped his fingers, a glass of whine appearing in his hands. He laughed, shrugging. “You’re not very nice, are you?”

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"Right, right. Relatives." She never liked to well on the thought of them. Her hands went up in surrender at the morticians words, a flat if not content look taking place on her face. "I'm merely curious. I've never heard of a motician for.. Monsters, is all. And I don't kill humans. I feed, sure, but I never kill them."

☂ “Or if there are any relatives who are available for mourning,” he added. At her remark, the blond cleared his throat and dared to continue forward with his head held high. “Then why is it you keep me here in the meantime?”

[dxppelgxnger]

"Searching, darling. Always searching." She smiled, surprised she didn't hear the girl from miles away before even approaching the area. "Am I intruding on something? I hope you excuse my poor manners-- I've just been busy these past few days and a busy woman tends to forget others exist."

"Uh… what are you doing out here?"

[dxppelgxnger]

Sorry I haven't been on! My family has been driving me insane and today I went to see friends. I'll reply to things in the morning.

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+ tremblingsweetnxss

                [ Keira stared at the child,                 and the woman holding her. ] "Not to impose or anything,         but do you really think the Mystic Grill                 is the kind of place to bring a child?" 

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+ differentreyes

"Rebekah Mikaelson?"                 [ Or maybe not. ]         "Or do you just--                  Ugh, I'm so tired of doppelgangers."

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+ addyargent

"Uh, hey- do you have a phone I can borrow?"                   [ Vero ran up to the girl,                 seeing as she was the only person out right now. ]         "My car broke down... A mile back or so.                                 If not, that's fine uh- I'll figure it out." 

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out of character but dude, you need a stilinski to rp with.

o o c;      I feel ya, I feel ya! I’m probably gonna talk to Stilinski’s that followed me once I’m done getting starters done. Gotta get on that, ‘Wanna plot?’ grind, y’know?

[dxppelgxnger]

                                     ＤＯＮ＇Ｔ.

                 ———— unless you’re planning to ѕтαy, don’t.

[dxppelgxnger]

                            yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ                                                         fɨɍɇ

         yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪƒᴜʟ ʙᴜᴛ yᴏᴜ                                                          ｄｅｓｔｒｏｙ                                                                                          ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴛʜɪɴɢ yᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ

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reblog if it is okay for me to reply to any of your opens, no matter how old.

[dxppelgxnger]

"Uh-- wow. Well...         Then ask away. I'll tell you what I know."

        ❝Lock you up? No. Ask some more questions; yeah.❞

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        "Terms being whether or not they're murderous, or am I completely off track?" She could sense his hesitation and let out a long sigh. "If I wanted you dead, mortician, I'd have killed you by now. Trust me- the one to fear is far away.. For now." 

☂ “Uhm…” Tybalt hesitated even more so, eventually following but at a safe distance. “It’s not as gruesome as one might presume…Usually, vampire bodies, at least in my morgue, are preserved for studies or possible mourning relatives, depending on the terms.”

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"And I shouldn't have called you princess."                 [ she's sure she'll say it again one of these days. ]         "Demetria- pretty. I'm Keira.                 Do you reside in Beacon with the Stilinski boy?"

         [ her lips purse and well, she hasn’t insulted her in a bit. ]         “No problem, I’d have a bunch of teens on my back if I didn’t.                  Likewise, I probably shouldn’t have been so sour.                    I’m Demetria, in case I haven’t said so already.”

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         "I'm sure? Have a little more faith, darling." At this point, he just wanted the food and wanted her to be the one talking. Despite his attraction to men, it was women that could enchant his interests to ridiculous extents. He was at his car door in not even a second, flinging the passenger door open for the girl before hopping in the other side. "Don't have all night, my dear. Plus, you hurt my flower stem."

         ”Not to me,” she retorted as if that would matter. He seemed like the type who was stuck on himself, and didn’t have time for anything else. She was proven correct at his following sentence and mentally rolled her eyes at the male’s antics. She’s silent for a moment.. Search for the sound of the heartbeat and getting.. Nothing. “No.” The words are clearly much calmer than her internal confusion.

   Demetria’s eyes glanced down to where he pointed eyebrows perking at the clearlyexpensive car. Not bad. “I’m sure,” she dragged out the sentence as if she didn’t trust a word he said her feet pivoting herself to face the direction they were about to walk in. Never mind the fact she didn’t want to take her claws out ever again.

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"Tatiana Petrova... As in, Tatia." He repeated, letting out a laugh soon after. "It seems it was only yesterday that a woman mentioned you- Katherine, I believe. But I can only assume you're older, considering the surname." Acke spun on his heel with a boyish glee that could only seem ridiculous to anyone else. "Tell me, doppelganger- do you speak to the others? Acke Laveau, by the way. If you ever knew my name it would have been by a different surname- one far more barbaric." 

"I know exactly what I am," she answered, her voice small and her eyes still carefully watching him. How much did he know? "My name’s Tatiana Petrova," she paused for a moment, "who are you?”