#exitium.event002

[strawberryxmagic]

while artemis loved a reason to get all dressed up, she wasn't so much of a fan of being told she had to attend the event. she didn't really like being told to do anything. and yet here she was. weary of what exactly the oea had up their sleeves. she didn't trust them as far as she could throw them. and she was sure none of the other supernaturals around did either.

she straightened her dress as she walked into the space, looking for any familiar faces that she could spend time with and make this event less boring. ( @exitiumstarters )

[fragmcntedsouls]

@exitiumstarters ✦ oliver reine ✦ exitium.event002

Tugging at his collar with an agitated groan, Oliver pushed past the security on the door, ensuring to make his discontentment known for the forced invitation. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were lambs being led to the slaughter.

As per usual, the wolf made easy work of locating the bar; placing his arm down against the countertop without even giving the bartender the chance to speak.

"Make em doubles and keep em coming." That was the only real guarantee that he was going to survive the evening, by a healthy dose of self medicating. Having cut in, he figured that it was a gesture of goodwill as he motioned to the individual beside him "an' whatever their having too."

[badvlantex]

TJ was already pretty battered up and bruised, no thanks to Nathan. He had barely recovered from that ordeal when the OEA called everyone into the hall for a hangman session. That lady, Gertrude, someone's grandma - she had practically saved his life from Nathan...was her blood on his hands? Her spare undergarments were, and he was so damn screwed. It was evidence, but he sure as hell didn't know the OEA's plans.

As everyone started panicking and running, TJ opted to run and hide, at least so he could recover from Nathan's beating. Finding a spare room away from the centre of it all, he let out a frustrated yell, though his throat was pretty sore from being choked out. Knocking his head against the wall, he repeated "shibal" (fuck). How the hell was he going to get out of this one? Or had he cornered himself with no escape? His face was still running with blood after Nathan's attack, and that guilty look? Everyone was going to be out for OEA blood, and he was perhaps their easiest target.

@exitiumstarters

[dmpled]

it felt like she had been there forever..and it had only been 30 minutes. downing the last of the drink andd eyes roaming the room for a moment. "do you think they'll notice if some of us slipped out?"the question pose to the person standing nearby. "i mean at least you can say you turned up..didn't have anything about being forced to stand here all night, unless i missed that in the fine print." a brief pause for a moment. "and do you think they'd be missing like 5 bottles of champagne?" @exitiumstarters

[traegics]

Open starter for @exitiumstarters

"Speaks volumes on them if they have to force people to come to their parties," Mackenzie chuckles as a figure approached her table, digits setting her bottle of bear down on the table before motioning for the other to join her. "Free alcohol though? I mean, can't say no to that can ya?"

[lcthalwcapon]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⌖ ―open event starter

aliyah's hand rested on the elbow of the man who asked to accompany her to the gala. she wasn't the type that needed to have a date but she knew it would be a good look for her family and for the oea if she brought an innocent human date with her. her eyes scanned the room once they entered, immediately spotting someone. "i'm parched, would you get me a drink? the bar is over there." her red painted nail pointed in the direction for him before she removed her hand from his arm. the huntress made her way towards her target once her date had walked off. "enjoying the gala so far?"

[xcaptvred]

˙✧˖° [ ◉¯] ⊹₊ ― open starter // @exitiumstarters

"was the bow tie too much?" he asked, one hand raising to fidget with the accessory around his neck. after being stuck in a prison world, feeling the strength that the moon flowing through his veins every single day, he prefered to feel less restricted, less confined. "no, wait, don't answer that." he said to the person next to him at the bar, shaking his head as he reached for his drink that the bartender had just placed in front of him.

[exitiumhq]

✧ ― an evening to die for: event002 ― ✧

A generous invitation has been extended to all citizens of New Orleans, human and supernatural alike. Residents will find themselves waking up to the news that they have been invited to attend the ANNUAL WINTER GALA hosted by none other than the OEA.

Their message reads as follows:

'You are hereby invited to join us for an unforgettable evening of fine entertainment, where differences are to be put aside as we look to a way to work together for a greater future.'

Location: OEA HEADQUARTERS Date: 02/03 Time: 19:00 HOURS

A temporary truce has been called upon and for one evening the curfew has been lifted as the city is encouraged to join in with the celebrations. The invitation states two requirements, the first being that the dress code is strictly black tie and second, attendance is non negotiable. Cars will be deployed to our guestlist shortly before the celebrations intend to begin, so don't be late. The decorations are immaculate, the guest list is at its capacity and the bar is open. What could possibly go wrong?

OOC INFORMATION:

*taps microphone* testing, testing ... its time to partaaaaaaaaaay! between (02/03 - 02/15) phase one of our event is going to be in full swing and any threads currently happening outside of the event are encouraged to be placed on hold ( where possible )

as always, we can't wait to see what plots our characters get up to and any event threads can be tagged under exitium.event002 with starters being tagged as normal ( @exitiumstarters ) to ensure that everybody is kept in the loop!

if you have any questions, don't hesitate to reach out to us but most importantly, have a blast everyone!

-admins alexis & andi

[lawfvlhunter]

( @traegics | lorelai shaw. )

Covered in blood, both her own and supernaturals, Laine was high on the thrill of the hunt. This is what she was reared to do, and she did it extraordinarily well. Her head was clear, and while most of these creatures were thriving (or surviving) on blinding rage and grief, she had never been clearer.

Whistling as one does for a dog, she called out to the blonde on the stage. The sister of the dead wolf. "Hey, you mind moving those bodies? We use that stage for things, and the clean up on this is already gonna be a bitch enough. Sitting there blubbering and bickering with your brother isn't a good use of anybody's time, so be useful, please. I don't mind if you whimper while you work."

[traegics]

It wasn't hard to locate Brigg's, his voice roaring louder than any of the other's in the room as she followed it. The fire around them caused the temperature to rise in the room as sweat began to mix with the constant stream of tears; he was very clearly heartbroken and angry and Ryker understood. Her girlfriend laid dead on the stage, strung up and put on display as i this were some showcase. As the male's frame turned to wards her she gave a simple silent nod, stepping beside him as eyes began to glow golden. "Not a soul Briggs, not a soul lives after what they did," Ryker agreed.

( @exitiumstarters )

You could shoot them.

This was his fault. His best friend was dead...because of him. No, not just his best friend. His soulmate.

Her smiling face overlaid the lifeless body he saw now. On display. She would have hated to be on display like that, he thought as his bottom lip began to wobble.

Then we only have one option left. For sufficient proof, this calls for a thumb war competition.

i think my future best man would be on his best behavior...

you deserve some happiness after everything.

"I'm going to kill you all!" He roared, losing all composure. Hunters were on him in an instant, ready to go full Hunger Games on their guests. Not on his watch. So he stilled. Fell eerily calm. His sadness, his grief had never been his power. There would be time for grieving, but tonight, tonight was about vengeance. "I loved her more than I will ever love anything in this life," he murmured, his eyes shut on the tears that threatened to weaken him and they poured down his cheeks instead. "And now, I will kill more than 5 of you."

With a burst from the earth through his body, he freed himself of those who had him. His eyes turned to find Asher in the crowd, all their talk of getting everyone out seemed so distant now, of thinking he had hope enough to talk sense into the humans, and all he could give his friend now was an empty shake of his head.

I won’t leave with my people still here. My entire family is here, my girls...

What happened now...what they brought upon themselves...well, he'd always said it, hadn't he? It was inevitable.

"Sir Lysander!" He called, "get her out." His tone firm, accepting no argument, body hollow, and gaze determined. He knew the fairy would know who he meant. "The OEA has taken enough from me."

Now they would know what Briggs Mikaelson was like with half a soul. His eyes took in the room, though he wasn't looking for escape routes. Nah, he didn't need to escape. That was hardly the point now. Then he saw it: the open bar. Raising his hand, it all exploded, covering the floor around it. After all, they did say their crime scene was missing an accelerant, so he'd fix that mistake.

From his feet to the bar, a fire spread, consuming. "Thank you for the hospitality!" He hollered, shrugging off the cake-covered jacket. "And as we're all having such a fucking good time, no one's gonna leave." At his words, his fire spread along the corners of the room until he'd fully enclosed it.

"So I think, what we're gonna do now," he explained, feeling almost out of body and somehow very in body...as if he were always born to be this. A smirk graced his lips but it reached none of his features, "is kill you all. Because what you have failed to realize...is we're stronger." Bringing his hands in, the blaze followed his will, wrapping around a couple of the hunters as their screams filled the air.

"And you just killed the only person who could have stopped me." He could feel it, he'd never realized he could feel it. Collapsing to the ground as the fires died down, he took a few deep breaths as his eyes fluttered closed.

And when they opened again, the hues were amber. Turning to another, he growled, "no one leaves alive."

[strawberryxmagic]

of paint & legacies || events

oea gala - hope mikaelson

[fragmcntedsouls]

@exitiumstarters ✦ billie dawson ✦ exitium.event002

Of all of the places to have been summoned to, the OEA headquarters had been the very last that Billie would have envisaged walking blindly towards. Despite her intention to carry herself with confidence as she arrived, the latter was clear from her expression. 

First and foremost, she needed a drink - but she wouldn’t be accepting any handouts from the vermin responsible for her death. Instead, plucking a flask from her dress she made easy work of unscrewing the cap and taking a gulp as she mentally prepared herself to head inside. 

Taking it step by steady step, the banshee began to descend down the grand staircase, breathing a sigh of relief for not having taken a tumble. As she approached the bottom of the staircase she found herself greeted by another and whilst she might have looked the part, she wouldn't waste an opportunity to show that she was still Billie "well, this is fucked up."

[dmpled]

lucia was use to events like this, they came almost natural to her. eyes roaming around the room to see who was around. it did seem like most people had turned up, which did surprise the banshee. lips pressed against the glass before she took a sip. "you have to say, they did deck this place out nicely...maybe a little too nice don't you think."she spoke to the person standing near her. @exitiumstarters

[shadcwcursed]

Now that was interesting. She'd never met a dragon who didn't know who he was, but then again, they'd become myths by now. His rather awkward retort just made her smile. No way with words, this one. "That's exactly how you meant it," she quipped, "but I do not offend easily. We're not strangers, we share a history. A great one if I do say so myself, but a tragic one." She looked at him, caught his gaze, as she whispered, "you're a dragon."

She knew something about him he didn't know and not only did it intrigue him but it also, quite honestly, scared him to no end. "Our kind?" he asked, taking a small step back as if guarding himself from the truth. "You're a stranger who's making me feel really uncomfortable right now -" he said, realizing how rude that sounded. "S-sorry, I didn't mean it like that"

[traegics]

Open starter for @exitiumstarters

Like a lamb to slaughter, that's exactly what it felt like as Christopher had stood in his bathroom anxiously toying with his suit, awaiting the arrival of the vehicle that would take him to what felt like his eventual demise. Tucking his kids in and assuring them that he would see them in the morning almost felt like the ultimate lie as he knew the odds were more or less in his favor being a human amongst the supernatural community but nevertheless he had no choice. Arriving at the gala had only caused his nerves to build, stepping out of the vehicle and making his way to the doors, stopping a few feet away as he began to weigh his options. It wasn't like he didn't show up, he hadn't gotten in their vehicle and arrived to where the event was being held, what would they really do if he were to just turn around and leave? Best not to tempt fate, the male thought to himself as he forced himself to continue onwards, clasping the button on his suit jacket before finally heading inside. "Think they'd be mad if I only stayed an hour," Christopher questioned the nearby figure that had stepped in behind him. "I mean at least I could still say I attended, right?"

[lcthalwcapon]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⌖ ― open event starter // @exitiumstarters // phase 2

with the night only just beginning, the huntress knew the plan and knew the fall out that would happen afterwards. of course there was no truce, those five oea agents were not so easily forgotten or ignored. "excuse me." she jested to the body that she had to step around. aliyah had to make a path to meet up with her father but that didn't mean she couldn't join in on the chaos, the knife that had been holstered on her thigh now gripped in her hand. "going to have to try harder than that, babe, i wore red for a reason." she stated with a smirk after slicing into the ribcage of someone who tried to lunged at her.