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MIKAELSON, H

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not sebastian. got it. she’s on the fence about whether that is a good thing or not. while not particularly a fan of the guy that killed her boyfriend, she’s well aware there can be much WORSE people in the world. and something about this ‘doppelganger’ sends off a wave of red flags. still, she doesn’t let her demeanor falter, deciding to keep up with the carefree pretense he wants to go on with.  “ you’re a strange man too, ”  she points out, like it’s a matter of fact.  “ you like talking. ”  and not necessarily about USEFUL things. ( she really didn’t gather much from his monologue about sebastian or about crown molding. ) she gives a quick lookover to their surroundings, unable to keep at bay the paranoia that stirs when he seems to motion to be followed. she does follow  —  not for nothing, but even if it does turn out he’s just another enemy out to get her, she’ll deal with him. ( she always deals. somehow. ) the outdoor landscape briefly makes her reminiscence over salvatore, but she quickly brushes it off, deciding to position herself by the door he’s magically opened, arms folding.  “ so, you’re just going to accept all of this is happening? ”  it would be wise for her to do that, really. she’s slowly losing hope she’ll see her friends and family again.  “ was home that boring? ”

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he  can’t  argue  with  that,  so  he  doesn’t.  “  he  who  says  a  lot  says  nothing. ”   is  his  only  response;  said  to  be  purposely  vague,  borderline  irksome,  as  his  lips  twist  into  a  hint  of  a  smile.  though  he  might  look  like  one  of  them,  sometimes  he  forgets  what  it’s  like  to  be  human.  to  be  worried  about  every  little  thing,  to  obsess  over  it  tirelessly,  and  spend  so  much  time  dwelling  on  the  destination  that  you  never  truly  enjoy  the  journey.   maybe  living  for  thousands  of  years  has  given  him  perspective  but  yawning  on  about  how  irritating  it  is  to  be  trapped  in  this  town  is  hardly  a  productive  use  of  his  time.   “  the  sooner  you  accept  it,  the  better  you’ll  feel. ”  he  turns  his  head  back  towards  her,  still  heading  in  the  direction  of  the  sprawling  pool  in  the  backyard  as  he  continues.  “  you  know  ...  it  wasn’t,  but  being  here  has  certainly  proven  that  there’s  room  for  improvement. ”   like  swimming  pools,  real  ice-cream  (  not  that  frozen  yogurt  crap  they  try  to  pass  off  for  ice-cream  )  and  wi-fi  signal  that  doesn’t  suck  once  you’re  made  it  past  the  throne  room.  “  hell  on  reprieve  doesn’t  quite  roll  off  the  tongue  as  nicely  as  hell  on  earth  but  that’s  fine. ”   he  waves  a  hand.   “ we’ll  make  do. ”

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CALLA, T

“If you want to make a deal like a demon deal then no, but if involves money I have something on me,” she said, wondering if this was a good idea or not. She had always been one to get information but this had never been the way she had done it before. Maybe she was going too far? But she needed to know about this, when was an opportunity like this going to come up again?

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well  isn’t  she  a  smart  cookie.  most  humans  don’t  pick  up  the  subtle  inflection  behind  his  words;  see  the  sheep  when  they  should  be  seeing  the  wolf’s  pearly  white  teeth.   he  decides  in  that  moment  that  he  likes  her.   it  keeps  her  alive,  anyway,  which  is  more  than  can  be  said  for  the  last  person  he  conversed  with.   “  money’s  boring. ”  he  waves  a  hand,  fingers  scratching  under  his  chin.   “  i’ll  take  something  better.   more  interesting. ”   he  considers,  sizing  her  up  properly.   “  you  can  pick.  you  could  tell  me  a  secret,  or  you  could  owe  me  a  favor.   nothing  too  outlandish  —  like  you  said, ”    his  eyes  flash  red:  a  sneak  preview,  “  this  isn’t  a  deal. ”   but  if  he’s  going  to  be  peeling  back  the  world  and  exposing  its  underbelly,   there  needs  to  be  something  in  it  for  him  too.   she  might  not  look  like  much,  but  a  debt  it  a  debt;   you  never  know  when  you  might  need  to  call  on  it.

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MIKAELSON, H

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a few simple days could easily become a strenuous eternity in the wrong circumstance. in this case, her solitude in this stranger city has subjected her to the endless flip flopping of deciding whether to make peace with her new status-quo or rue the day she’s decided to get close to people ( just so she could lose them all over again NOW ). although hopeful ( oh, irony ) she just might find a fortunate ending to this grim tale, she’s never expected it to come in the shape of THIS familiar ( though barely ) face. the alpha district reminds her of the antique houses in new orleans ( a hollow comfort ), so she finds herself here, in hopes it could soothe  …  something. wary as she is, she tenses when her gaze narrows on his sight, frozen in the threshold. she doesn’t know this guy. not really. doesn’t want to either. but she could SWEAR his accent was different.  “ are you sebastian? ”  she queries, bluntly.

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“  i’m  a  lot  of  things.  sebastian  isn’t  one  of  them. ”  his  response  is  flippant,  turning  to  face  her  as  he  leans  back  against  the  balcony’s  railing.  she  looks  vaguely  familiar,  though  he  can’t  quite  place  a  name  to  a  face.  “  i  did  fight  him  once.   strange  man.  kept  going  on  and  on  about  turnips. ”   he  waves  a  hand  dismissively.   “  very  pretty  but  not  very  interesting. ”   he  adds,  unnecessarily.   “  like  crown  molding.   serves  no  purpose. ”    as  he’s  monologuing,  he  motions  for  her  to  follow  him  down  the  stairs  and  through  the  house.   he  waves  a  hand  to  throw  the  back  doors  open,  kicking  his  shoes  off  and  padding  barefoot  out  onto  the  grass.  “  by  the  sounds  of  things  you,  like  me,  don’t  belong  here.   yet  here  we  are  all  the  same. ”    he  shrugs,  a  grin  splitting  across  his  face  as  arms  spread  wide  and  gesture  around  them.   “  might  as  well  make  the  most  of  it,  mm  ?  "

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CALLA, T

“There’s something more powerful?” she gasped, her eyes widening with wonder as she looked at him, “what else is out there? I need to know, there’s so much I can learn,” she grinned brightly, knowing that there was only so much back home to learn, maybe being here wasn’t so bad

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oh  boy,  oh  boy,  does  he  ever  love  lighting  bulbs  above  the  heads  of  those  who  think  so  small.  he  hides  a  smile,  regarding  her  with  interest  as  he  considers.   “  well  i  have  lots  of  information  to  share.   angels,  demons,  and  you’d  never  guess  what  else. ”   he  pauses,  as  if  he’s  considering.   “  —  but  information  like  that  doesn’t  come  for  FREE. ”

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LAHEY, I

You know the term curiosity kills the cat, it applies to werewolves too. Or at least this particular one who had been trained by a hunter and well, he’d helped a lot of small villages with particularly nasty problems. Call it a force of habit, strange new place and he had found himself to Echo which seemed to be where a lot of people with his particular problem of appearing out of thin air were setteling. So what got him curious? The guy who waltzed out of the place and headed for the most wealthy section of Reprieve. It’s not entirely unusual, but let’s say his werewolf senses were tingling.

So he had followed to the alpha district and Isaac thought he’d been doign a pretty good job of hanging back and not getting spotted. Again, trained by an Argent. He’d followed the other who had broken into one of the mansions and he’d kept to the shadows as the other went ouyt ont he balcony and surveyed what he was making his own home. The other spoke up and it was possible he was talking to himself, but more then likely, Isaac realized he probably wasn’t as stealthy as he had hoped to be.

“And if the actual owners come home?” He asked stepping out onto the balcony. “They might see an issue with all this.”

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the  little  werewolf  playing  detective  was  cute.  it  really  was.  if  he  was  your  average  person,  or  someone  other  than  the  king  of  hell,  it  might  have  even  worked.   he  lets  him  have  his  fun  until  he  gets  bored,  deciding  he’d  rather  have  a  captive  audience  than  continue  on  with  the  charade.  

“  it’d  be  a  bit  strange  if  they  did,  considering  i  killed  them. ”   it’s  said  casually,  as  casually  as  someone  might  talk  about  the  weather,  or  reading  the  news.   considering  he’s  a  demon,  things  like  death  and  destruction  are  mundane  topics  to  them.   if  you’ve  gone  a  full  week  without  some  kind  of  altercation  or  bloodshed,  are  you  even  a  demon  ?   v  wouldn’t  care  to  find  out.    “  oh  don’t  look  at  me  like  that.   it’s  not  like  anyone’s  going  to  miss  them.   they’ve  got  a  lion  skin  rug  in  the  sitting  room  downstairs.   even  DEMONS  hate  those  people. ”   he  clicks  his  tongue  against  his  teeth,  almost  giddy  as  he  adds,  “  you  know  ...  we’ve  actually  started  feeding  them  to  the  lions  when  they  show  up  downstairs.   poetic  irony,  right  ? ”   he  really  does  love  his  work.

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though  the  displaced  have  been  making  their  homes  in  echo,  v’s  never  been  much  for  staying  within  the  lines.   no,  he  splashes  color  beyond  the  margins  and  never  apologies  for  the  mess  it  leaves  behind.   it’s  why  he’s  currently  trespassing  at  one  of  the  mansions  in  the  alpha  district,  leaning  out  over  the  balcony  as  he  surveys  the  grounds  below.  “  it’s  not  as  flashy  as  a  castle  made  from  the  bones  of  my  enemies  but  i  think  this  could  work. ”  it’s  not  like  the  owners  will  mind  given  their  newfound  permanent  vacation  status.   “  pity  there’s  no  hot  tub,  though. ”

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CALLA, T

“I don’t know how we got here, but it has to be something big” she said as she looked through her book. “Maybe a witch? That’s the only thing I can think of that could get us all here” she mumbled to herself before hearing a noise and quickly looked up. “Yeah? Sorry, was I thinking out loud again?”

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if  he  had  a  dollar  for  every  half-baked  theory  he’d  heard  about  the  how’s  and  why’s  of  how  they’d  all  arrived  here,  he’d  have  enough  money  to  buy  himself  several  islands  in  the  caribbean.   if  the  carribean  was  even  accessible  these  days.  he  lets  her  muse  out  loud  for  a  moment  before  clicking  his  tongue  against  his  teeth,  shrugging  with  reckless  abandon.   “  oh  i  think  you’re  overestimating  the  reach  of  witches.   they’re  useful,  don’t  get  me  wrong,  but  capable  of  something  like  this  ?   unlikely. ”    now  if  he  was  a  betting  demon,  he’d  put  money  on  the  archangels.  they  were   A  L  W  A  Y  S   messing  things  up.

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( thomas doherty, unknown, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, EVER ELSEY / VURAS.  rumor has it they are a FAIRY/DEMON/KING OF HELL, from SUPERNATURAL, but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the ECHO district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine RED EYES AND SHARP TEETH, A KING ON HIS THRONE, AND A HEART WITH BARBED WIRE WRAPPED AROUND IT.

i.

in  the  beginning,  there  was  a  human.  a  human  who  wanted  something  so  badly  they’d  sell  their  soul  for  it.   it  was  thousands  of  years  ago  and  the  details  of  which  are  redacted.  it’s  debatable  if  vuras  himself  even  remembers  his  human  life.  

he  rises  his  way  through  the  ranks;  from  the  rack,  to  the  man  with  the  tools,  and  then  to  the  crossroads.   as  a  crossroads  demon,  v  was  responsible  for  selling  souls  to  hell.  he  was  good  at  it  too.  employee  of  the  month,  kind  of  good.  

as  a  crossroads  demon,  he  has  red  demon  eyes  instead  of  the  usual  black. 

ii. 

the  year  is  2017.   vuras,  having  just  lost  the  vessel  he’d  been  using  for  over  a  century,  decides  to  make  some  changes.   you  see,  he’s  always  had  aspirations;   to  be  king,  to  be  the  one  calling  the  shots.   so  when  he  picks  his  vessel,  it’s  with  his  goals  in  mind.  

enter  ever  elsey.

ever  was  the  prince  of  avalon.  his  parents,  evander  and  elsa,  had  been  king  &  queen  for  over  a  decade.  shortly  after  possessing  sweet,  naive,  ever,  he  returned  to  the  kingdom  and  murdered  the  entire  royal  court.   he  didn’t  need  any  obstacles. he  ruled  the  kingdom  for  about  a  year  after  their  deaths,  apathy  and  entertainment  the  main  staples  of  the  kingdom.  but  he  didn’t  want  to  rule  the  faeries.  no,  he  had  higher  sights  in  mind.   he  left  avalon  behind  after  a  year,  disappearing  without  much  thought  at  all  as  he  went  about  his  business.  he  used  the  connections  he’d  amassed  during  his  time  in  avalaon,  however,  to  arm  himself  with  a  powerful  set  of  allies.  within  months,  his  coup  d’etat  was  successful  and  he  was  sitting  on  hell’s  throne.  

 the  kingdom  of  avalon,  left  in  the  lurch,  were  forced  to  follow  their  succession  plan.  ever’s  biological  cousin,  lifius,  became  king  at  only  13  years  old.  which,  unfortunately,  was  even  worse  than  ever’s  reign.  in  hopes  of  returning  their  rightful  king,  members  of  the  royal  guard  were  sent  out  to  retrieve  ever  and  bring  him  home.  unfortunately,  the  only  thing  that  ever  returned  were  the  body-parts  of  various  scouts  sent  right  back  where  they  came  from.  eventually,  they  stopped  sending  scouts.  suffice  to  say,  avalon  was  left  in  chaos.   

iii.

imagine  you’re  the  king  of  hell.  you  can  teleport  through  dimensions.  you’re  not  the  kind  of  person  who  worries  about  reality,  or  consequences.  that  is  until  one  day,  a  little  city  that  doesn’t  belong  pops  up  out  of  nowhere.   you  can  still  get  to  hell,  which  is  a  relief,  but  the  rest  of  the  world  ?  there’s  no  connection.   it’s  like  it  disappeared.  he’d  be  mad  but  honestly  ..  knowing  avalon,  and  his  enemies,  can’t  touch  him  here,  is  a  bit  of  a  relief.

ever,  however,  seems  to  grow  stronger  in  this  strange  place.   which  is,  if  he’s  honest,  annoying.  

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JO

@apxstarters· Jo preferred the closing shift over any of the others - it was so much more quiet once the bar patrons and the majority of the other employees rolled out, and being well-after midnight she could just roll into bed once she finished re-stocking, taking inventory and balancing out the register. She waved to the last employee who left other than herself as she idly took a quick visual inventory over the contents of the bar behind her, and frowned when she heard the door open behind her: the last idiot that left had forgotten to lock the door again. Heaving a sigh, she didn’t really look over as she straightened back up. “Sorry man, we’re closed. Last call was half an hour ago.”

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something  as  simplistic  as  a  lock  isn’t  enough  to  keep  him  out.  not  when  he’s  determined  to  come  inside.  he  swings  the  door  open  with  his  hands,  sauntering  inside  and  through  the  main  lobby  to  the  bar.   he  smiles  when  he  sees  the  bartender,  waving  a  hand  dismissively  as  he  sinks  into  one  of  the  booths.  “  i’m  not  here  for  a  drink. ”   no,  he’s  here  on  business;   the  enemy  of  my  enemy  is  my  friend,  and  word  on  the  street  was  that  damon  salvatore  had  gotten  on  the  wrong  side  of  one  of  the  winchesters  —  and  lived  to  tell  the  tale.   suffice  to  say,  his  curiosity  is  piqued.   “  i’m  looking  for  your  boss. ”   he  adds  after  a  moment,  tucking  his  arms  behind  his  head  as  he  makes  himself  at  home.   the  red  crushed  velvet  suit  is  a  bold  choice  for  the  hour  but  he  knows  first  impressions  are  key.   “  strictly  business. ”

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LUCIFER

@apxstarters· The cigarette between his lips was stained with blood, much like the hand that brought the fragile thing up to his lips. This vessel’s body was so dependent on nicotine, and Lucifer could feel the agonizing twitch in the back of his mind far too often throughout the day. At first it had been amusing, but now this habit was certainly getting in the way of things. Exhaling slightly, his eyes turned towards the other beside him outside. “Oh, it’s not mine,” he said with a rougish grin, referring to the blood coating his hands and face. “You should see the other guy. …Nah, you probably don’t want to.”

there’s  nothing  inconspicuous  in  entering  a  crowded  room  covered  in  blood  but  when  you’re  lucifer  morningstar,  in  the  new  flesh,  he  supposes  flair  is  just  part  of  the  package.   he’s  certainly  impressed,  even  if  perhaps  he  should  feel  threatened  by  the  archangel’s  presence.  he  did  rule  hell  once,  albeit  sloppily,  so  there’s  always  a  chance  he  could  come  for  the  throne  but  v’s  not  the  type  to  worry.   keep  your  friends  close  and  your  enemies  closer.   from  one  king  to  another,  he’d  rather  play  on  the  same  side.   “  if  he’s  still  alive  to  be  seen,  you’ve  clearly  lost  your  touch. ”   words  come  out  bemused,  chin  dropping  onto  his  hand  as  he  flashes  a  smile.   “  i  like  the  vessel.   the  young,  innocent  looking  ones,  are  always  the  most  fun. ”   it  sure  beats  his  last  vessel;   ageing  softball  dad  isn’t  a  good  look  on  anyone.   “  i’d  say  it’s  an  honor  to  meet  you  but  i’m  not  in  the  business  of  ass-kissing. ”   lips  twitch,  a  smirk  hiding  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth.  “  vuras. ”   he  introduces  himself  with  a  wave  of  his  hand,  knowing  his  title  needs  no  explanation.   even  low-level  demons,  or  individuals  tuned  off  of  hell’s  radar,  have  likely  heard  there’s  a  new  sheriff  in  town.   “  the  pleasure  is  mine. ”

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AIDY

    it  might  have  been  a  somewhat  primitive  method,  but  it  yielded  good  results  with  some  adjustments.  (  the  romans  hadn’t  exactly  left  detailed  instructions,  but  modern  medicine  had  come  a  long  way  with  amputation.  )  she  walks  back  into  their  house  brandishing  the  blood  stained  bag,  before  she  drops  it  to  the  table  before  him.  if  aster  is  going  to  use  the  cake  knives  to  slit  throats,  she’s  going  to  drop  body  parts  in  bags  onto  the  table.  “  that  lead  turned  out.  ”  there  were  rumours  of  a  lingering  leader  of  the  old  ways  seeking  to  oppose  his  rule,  thinking  they  were  somehow  oblivious.  she  simply  showed  him  they  had  eyes  everywhere.  “  it  was  bloody  but  i  made  sure  he’d  live.  ”  she’d  sealed  the  wounds,  made  sure  he  didn’t  bleed  out  before,  but  she  did  nothing  about  the  pain.  “  i  think  he  knows  better  than  to  try  a  coup  now.  ”  @vurasisms​​

            the  thing  v  loves  about  aidy  is  her  consistency.  maybe  at  first  she’d  seemed  dull,  uninterested  by  her  surroundings,  but  expose  her  to  something  new  and  enthralling  and  suddenly  she  springs  to  life  in  a  kaleidoscope  of  colors.   there’s  something  to  be  said  about  his  influence  on  the  silvermists,  how  it’s  his  presence  that  brought  out  these  engaging  sides  of  them,  but  he’s  given  himself  enough  pats  on  the  back  —  now  he  simply  wants  to  enjoy  the  fruits  of  his  labor.   “  i  knew  if  there  was  something  to  be  found,  you’d  find  it. ”   he  trusts  her.  there’s  a  reason  why  he  named  her  a  knight  of  hell,  despite  being  —  in  simplest  terms  —  a  baby  demon.    “  excellent. ”   lips  twitch,  amusement  staining  his  visage.  “  being  locked  in  that  vessel,  reminded  daily  of  his  own  ineptitude  ....  it  sends  an  effective   message. ”   he  chuckles,  handing  her  a  margarita  with  extra  salt  around  the  rim.   he’s  not  worried  about  making  himself  new  enemies;   he’s  ensured  he  had  the  muscle  to  back  himself  up  should  worst  ever  come  to  worst.  “  i’ll  drink  to  that. ”   with  a  wave  of  his  hand,  the  amputated  hand  disappears  from  their  table.  in  the  home  office,  preserved  with  care,  he’ll  leave  it  with  the  rest  of  his  trophies.