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entrancelogs2015-02-03 10:26 am
malefice) wrote in entrancelogs2015-02-03 10:26 am
spit on me with your words
Who: Kol Mikalson, Niklaus Mikaelson and latter Davina Claire
Where: Somewhere around the hall that the Original ladies and Kol resides.
When: Feburary 9th
Rating: R - violence, foul mouths, and death.
Summary: Niklaus can piss off, basically.
The Story:
[ It had been a week, a week of him searching for Davina - even with the help of his sister they had had no luck. Every step of the way he'd had to keep his temper in check which only proved to make him angrier on the inside. Niklaus had had his fun, teasing and taunting Kol about it which struck a paranoid chord.
What Niklaus had done to the last witches that helped him try to defy the Hybrid made Kol far too suspicious. There was the possibility of her simply returning back to The Big Easy but that seemed like the simplest answer and with them, it rarely was. Nik had the horrible habit of taking all of Kol's things - people included - away from him.
Once again, Nik was going to get exactly what he wanted, as per usual. Perhaps the Middle Child Syndrome was far too strong in Kol but he couldn't stand to have that happen again. Without Davina all of Kol's plans fell away to nothing - to losing.
It was no secret to Kol that this elder brother had been lingering closely to Cami - be it due to the threats Kol spouted or something else, he didn't care. What Kol did care about was the fact that it had been a week, a week where his main ally was missing and his main enemy seemed to be rubbing it in his face at every turn.
It hadn't been planned, not exactly, to run into Klaus and not be able to hold his tongue any further. In retrospect he should fear his brother more, but that's a mindset he can't get into, not right away.
Of course it had been a bad idea to actually corner the hybrid in one of the hallways, but Kol was just full of bad ideas. ]
For someone who's clueless to the whereabouts of Davina, you've been rather prevalent around here lately. I find it a bit strange.
[ Davina had made it no secret that Klaus was public enemy number one. ]
Where: Somewhere around the hall that the Original ladies and Kol resides.
When: Feburary 9th
Rating: R - violence, foul mouths, and death.
Summary: Niklaus can piss off, basically.
The Story:
[ It had been a week, a week of him searching for Davina - even with the help of his sister they had had no luck. Every step of the way he'd had to keep his temper in check which only proved to make him angrier on the inside. Niklaus had had his fun, teasing and taunting Kol about it which struck a paranoid chord.
What Niklaus had done to the last witches that helped him try to defy the Hybrid made Kol far too suspicious. There was the possibility of her simply returning back to The Big Easy but that seemed like the simplest answer and with them, it rarely was. Nik had the horrible habit of taking all of Kol's things - people included - away from him.
Once again, Nik was going to get exactly what he wanted, as per usual. Perhaps the Middle Child Syndrome was far too strong in Kol but he couldn't stand to have that happen again. Without Davina all of Kol's plans fell away to nothing - to losing.
It was no secret to Kol that this elder brother had been lingering closely to Cami - be it due to the threats Kol spouted or something else, he didn't care. What Kol did care about was the fact that it had been a week, a week where his main ally was missing and his main enemy seemed to be rubbing it in his face at every turn.
It hadn't been planned, not exactly, to run into Klaus and not be able to hold his tongue any further. In retrospect he should fear his brother more, but that's a mindset he can't get into, not right away.
Of course it had been a bad idea to actually corner the hybrid in one of the hallways, but Kol was just full of bad ideas. ]
For someone who's clueless to the whereabouts of Davina, you've been rather prevalent around here lately. I find it a bit strange.
[ Davina had made it no secret that Klaus was public enemy number one. ]
no subject
There is the problem of the other witch - overly familiar, full of secrets. An annoyance, one that's stopped him in the hallway. In response to the aggression, Klaus relaxes, his expression almost pleasant if it weren't for the sharpness of his eyes. ]
Do you make it a habit of accosting others in the corridor often? You might find yourself in a painful situation if you aren't careful. [ He takes a step closer, mouth curving up into a cold smile. ] Unless pain is what you seek, then I would be more than happy to oblige.
[ He's a giver. ]
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Lay a finger on me and you'll lose it.
[ When his older brother steps closer, closing what little distance there was between them Kol responds without even moving, and almost immediately the Hybrid will feel his blood burn to life as if it'd been replaced with concentrated vervain. And while that might be a fun test in the future, the spell wasn't as elaborate - instead his blood bursts to life into a boil to burn him from the inside out. ]
Back off, Nik.
[ Normally the worst he would consider doing was giving him a migraine he'd feel for a century, but Davina was missing and any attempt at a locator spell had been blocked by some more powerful source. This was anger, the temper that had been allowed to flow free when he was a vampire - and even though it might have dimmed after becoming a human, old habits die hard. ]
You're her only enemy here - I've waited the week I was informed would clear your name and she's still missing.
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Bloody witch. [ He growls, the wolf in him begging to come to the surface. Being a hybrid means control over his most aggressive side, but in this instance why should he keep the control? This stranger, who insists on being obstinate and accusing, has been nothing but a pain in his ass since arrival. ] If I were going to take her down, I would have at last given you the pleasure of finding her flayed corpse.
[ Despite the pain, he surges forward, hands reaching out to grab Kol's shoulders and shove him into the far wall. ]
One last warning, and then I have myself a meal. It's been too long, after all. [ The glint in his eye is manic, and his control is slippy in the wake of the attack. Damn any consequences, he will not sit by and let a witch take him down. ]
tl;dr just for u
Whatever transpires is on him - not that he sees it that way.
It never actually occurred to him to worry about determined Niklaus trying to kill him. He might've thought it through a little more if his brother didn't know exactly what to say to make his own blood boil just as hot.
If I were going to take her down, I would have at last given you the pleasure of finding her flayed corpse.
The logical part of his brain says that
That means Nik did not kill her.The Ragin Cajun part of his brain says Fuck Nik and his damn high horse.The younger Mikaelson had no intention of killing his brother, especially since he'd learned that death was not permanent here, and while that might make it appealing, he'd rather have a dagger.
Kol is about to open his mouth to let out some sharp witted comment, perhaps even a threat, when Klaus startles him by all but slamming him into the wall with enough force to knock the air out of his lungs for a second.
A couple gasps later and Kol is frozen still, staring into his older brother's eyes with perhaps the same fear he'd had in his eyes when he'd tried to get out of the Gilbert house the night he had a stake in his heart.
And if the elder of the two pays attention, he'll notice that the heat in his veins stops. For the moment his attack seems to stop.
He speaks, voice surprisingly even. ] You're counting warnings now before you turn people into meals? Cami's suggestion, I assume?
[ And perhaps Kol has seen the error of his very own ways, perhaps he's backing down...
The invisible force that wrenches Klaus' hands off Kol's shoulders with the snapping of fingers and yanks Klaus backwards with enough force to send him through the wall into one of the empty rooms says otherwise.
Hope you don't get any splinters, brother. ]
She's fully gone and domesticated you, or tried, hasn't she?
[ Cami who he'd held as a hostage for all of five minutes before getting fed up with her and dismissing her. ]
You're the one she hates, you're the one she wants to use the stake on. [ The stake that he has every intention of continuing to talk Davina into not bringing here through one of those vendors. Not just for Klaus' sake but the rest of his siblings' as well. ]
tl;dr right back atcha
Or as humbled as Niklaus Mikaelson can get.
His control has always been shoddy, his impulsiveness prone to having him react instantly to anything with violence and force. In the past, there's been no need to keep it at bay, but many things have happened in the past few years. Things that have him seeing the world differently, his humanity slowly returning to him. This didn't mean his arrogance or ego were in any way diminished, which is why the implication that he's been 'domesticated' has him growling under his breath, the veins under his eyes darkening.
He has no chance to snap a retort, or to sink his teeth into the irritating witch. The force pushes him through the air, the wall giving way with splintered wood and he lands on the floor, sliding until his back hits the opposite wall.
There's a chuckle from him as he stands up, the ache from his landing fading almost as quickly as it appeared. ]
Domesticated - I suppose you would know what that's like. [ He sounds confident about this, stepping over some debris as he draws closer to the hole in the wall. ] After all, it appears Davina's got you on a tight leash. Lashing out, threatening a woman she considers her friend...sounds as if you've taken a page from my book, mate.
[ And it really does. Klaus is not above the same tactics, though now he would actually take the time to confer with others before going on any sort of rampage. Small changes make huge differences.
Differences that don't matter at the moment - there came a point where he craved violence, the euphoric feeling it gives him. Whether that's due to his vampiric nature or just his own personality, there's no telling, but right now he craves that feeling. The moment he takes a life, watching their eyes go blank and body go slack. In his mind, if anyone deserves it, the witch in front of him would be the winner. ]
kol likes the sound of his own voice im sorry
Awh, come on, you're still angry about Cami? She made more of a fuss than it was worth, I didn't hurt her. [ After all, he could have mailed Nik her fingers or something, instead of simply scaring her. Despite what it seemed, there was some rationale to his reactions, one being not actually hurting Cami because she was Davina's mate.
They share almost the exact book. But then, Kol is the Wildest Mikaelson, his book is a bit more unpredictable and hedonistic. ]
Domesticated? Me? I'm only out for myself, darling. I do what I want. [ Kol aims a smile at his brother, albeit it was far too malicious to really be considered a smile, perhaps it was more in the sneer family. ] I'm just not a fan of when people take my things and you've got quite the habit of doing.
[ It was quite the problem, and whilst he didn't want to kill Klaus, he wanted to make him pay. Perhaps it made him weak, it decided how this fight would end, he was showing weakness in his restraint of trying to all out kill his brother. They were family after all. ]
So now, when something of mine disappears, I have to assume it's you due to past experiences. I intend to get her back and everything else you've taken from me.
[ The façade of calm amusement that he tries to force up fails, and instead blossoms into his anger. A temper that he hasn't had to control for most of his life. ]
If people get hurt... [ Aah, his favourite doppelgänger's philosophy. ] Better them than me.
[ He stalks towards the room he'd thrown his brother through, blue eyes lingering on the splintered wood for a moment. What a lovely tool to hurt but not kill his brother. ]
I'm sorry, did that hurt? [ He doesn't sound sorry, not at all. ] I'm gutted, I have to settle for tossing you through walls, I didn't think to bring something like a baseball bat. Quite fun, you should try it sometime. [ Maybe he hadn't exactly confronted his brother expecting a physical fight. ] Don't think I won't hesitate to brain you until you tell me where she is or who has her, if not you.
its a mikaelson trait
Not that he cares to - there are a rare few important enough to remember in his lifetime, and obviously whoever this is didn't make the cut. ]
While I appreciate the assumption that I am all knowing, I've no idea where the littlest witch that could vanished off to. [ He makes a show of brushing himself off, a gesture that radiates arrogance. ] Feel free to find yourself weapon - I'm sure you'll need it.
[ Within an instant he's shooting forward, grabbing Kol by the shirt and twisting his body to fling the witch into the room he'd been so gracefully flung into himself. ]
CRIES ABOUT THESE TWO
The first impact of Kol vs Wall he hits it hard enough to go through what remaining wall there was, and if he wasn't bruised before, he certainly is now. The second impact of Kol vs Wall ends just as violently with him tumbling into it hard enough to give him whiplash when he hits it with a loud bang.
He can't help but sit there for a moment, trying to reorder his world so it's not spinning - obviously not taking being manhandled as well as Nik did. The younger Mikaelson doesn't get up, not yet, instead blue eyes scan his surroundings before bits of wood are sent flying in Nik's direction, whether they hit him or not is another story. Kol begins muttering something with what little breath he's managed to catch and if Nik cares to listen it sounds creole - a spell.
Immediately cuts begin forming on the older brother, cuts that take far longer than they should to heal, but they do. Cut after cut and it's obvious Kol is attempting to bleed his brother dry to slow him down. It may be familiar to anyone whose come in contact with a certain dark object he helped make. ] Like a dagger, or maybe an indestructible white oak stake.
[ He wants to yell at him, tell him he doesn't want Nik dead. All he ever wanted was acceptance from his family, not to kill them. ]
Tell me, Nik! [ There's a laugh that's cut short by a wince. ] How does it feel to have everything you've ever wanted?! [ He finally pulls himself to his feet, ignoring the warm trickle of blood, the pain of what he assumes is a bruised rib and all the other bruises making themselves known. ] I wouldn't know, everything I ever want gets taken away from me! By you, by Elijah, by Rebekah, even me own mother robbed me of happiness! You're sitting pretty with family, a pretty girl, whatever you want, whilst I'm always the outcast, the one no one ever cares about!
[ He doesn't try to close the space between them just yet. ] Then I find someone who cares, evidently someone you wrong, repeatedly, and now she's gone!
CRIES ABOUT HOW SLOW I AM I'M SO SORRY
Except for the wood that flies at him, cutting through his arms like knives and a piece embedding itself right under his collarbone. He grunts, stumbling a few steps back - regardless of the fact typical wood won't kill him, it can still injure him. When the spell is being cast, he's in the process of pulling the piece out of his chest, grimacing with the pain of it. Pain that grows tenfold when the cuts appear, eliciting a guttural yell from his throat as he falls to his knees.
The ranting of the witch, combined with the cuts on his skin, make it difficult to truly focus on his words. There's that familiarity again, as if Klaus should know him, but that is drowned out by the pain, and the boiling rage that's building inside him. ]
I've not done - [ He lets out an agonized sound, interrupting himself as he looks down at his arms. ] A thing to the bloody witch!
[ Focusing his thoughts, Klaus forces himself to stand despite the pain. He's got plenty on the tip of his tongue to say, but that would break his concentration. In a blur of motion, he bends down to pick up a stray piece of wood and chucks it in the witch's direction, not going for the kill but trying to disable. ]
nooo shhh it's worth it bab
The collision was enough to make him dizzy and a bit sick, halting his attack on Nik for a moment of trying to regain his bearings. The pain keeps him off his feet, a concussion no doubt - bastard. If Niklaus had wanted to kill him there would have been a lot more force to that throw. Which meant that he intended to hurt him more and get revenge for the assault. A thought that has Kol shaken.
No, no, that's definitely something he doesn't want. Nik was sticking to his story of innocence, that meant he probably was at least in regards to this.
He forces an eye shut as blood drips down through his eyebrow and then over his eye. And while the thought hadn't scared him as much before, that was before a rather bad blunt force to his bonce. Head trauma and witchcraft never went well together. ]
Your word - give me your word! That you haven't done anything to her.
[ This time his journey to his feet is a lot more haggard, finding a nearby wall to support himself with an outstretched arm. ]
If Elijah's right, and there is actually an ounce of something redeemable left of you [ Not in him, because Kol doesn't care about that, he wants to cling to the memories of them when they were younger, when Nik was a good person. ] - give me your word!
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And it won't be his own.
The demand for his word has him snarling. Who is he to make any demands? Who is he to mention any redemption on Klaus' part, as if it affects him in any manner.
Reaching the witch, he reaches to grab him by the neck, lifting him up effortlessly as Klaus braces him against the wall. ]
Here's the trouble with that, mate. I give my word to those who deserve it. [ He has very limited criteria on who qualifies for that special distinction. ] You've yet to prove you deserve a bloody thing, other than the loss of your life.
[ A part of him craved the torture, the prolonged misery that he can give until the witch is begging for death. Unfortunately, that would give him time to cast one of his spells, and Klaus might be impulsive but he is no moron.
Without another word, his face transforms, his eyes turning gold and his fangs making their appearance. With a growl, he's forward and biting into his neck, intending to drink from him until his body is drained dry. ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=McDgDlnDX0Y
Instinctively he reaches up to wrap hands around his brother's wrist, knowing it's pointless to try to get free. ]
You - never even said - a thing. [ The words are choked out and hard to understand, in honesty he's not even sure he wants Nik to understand.
The only thing that's comforting about the whole ordeal is Davina told him he'd come back to life - told him the people in charge didn't like their captives dying and staying dead. For a moment he actually thinks his brother may spare him and simply snap his neck, but then he sees the change on Klaus' face and can't help but try to struggle - fear that had been schooled away becoming prevalent in his eyes, not at all wanting those fangs in his throat.
So when he feels teeth sink through his flesh like it's butter he lets out a strangled noise of pain, almost immediately feeling his grip on Nik's wrist get heavy as the hybrid taps into a major artery.
It's temporary. It's temporary.... It's temporary. He tries to remind himself of this as fear of bloodloss takes over; Davina herself had come back. ]
/gently slides in here like a wrecking ball
She couldn’t lose someone else she cared about. Even if death wasn’t permanent here.
There’s a hum of magic in the air, almost palpable as she approaches - already pooling and channeling what she can glean from the mansion… Not caring who or what she’s pulling it from as long as it’s not Kol. Any fight she might have expected, though, halts when she comes upon them.]
Kol! [It’s screamed more than anything, hands surging forward to send a wall of power at Klaus. The name slips out without a second thought, not having bothered to call him Kaleb for what feels like a mixture of months, though it's only been days from her new memories. It's a confliction she hasn't had time to think about, much less resolve. Not when there are lives, once again, hanging in the balance. She needs him to let go so she can grab Kol and take him somewhere safe. There’s a lethality to her words, anger with a tinge of panic shining in her eyes. He would be okay. He has to be. Klaus can’t take someone else she cares about… Cami said he wouldn’t do this to her again and like a fool, she’d believed her.
All of her rage and hurt pushes against Klaus, ignoring the pain radiating from her ankle and neck. A warm feeling should start to work its way through Klaus’s body - the feeling of his blood beginning to boil… Getting hotter and hotter with each passing second.]
Let him go now!
the most gentle of wrecking balls
Instinct demands he turn on her, tear into her to stop the pain, to force her to explain just what the hell she's doing calling out his brother's name. She has fully incapacitated him, however, so the only thing he is capable of doing is feeling fire race through his veins. ]
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Always alone. Everyone she risks caring about being torn away from her, doomed to watch them die and not be able to stop it.
There’s a wave of her hand as she forms a barrier between Klaus and Kol, pulling the latter closer to her. With another chant, the body moves into her room and the wall shifts as she steps back into it. It blocks him from even attempting to press at her door, at least long enough for her to ward properly before the magic dissipates. There’s a final jab at Klaus to leave him a hint that she’s not as weak as she was before she got sent home, finally stopping the hell she was raining down on him and focusing her attention on Kol.]