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entrancelogs2015-02-25 05:35 pm
malefice) wrote in entrancelogs2015-02-25 05:35 pm
Keep making trouble 'til you find what you love.
Who: Dean Winchester & Kol Mikaelson + Cami apparently lmf
Where: The bar.
When: The 25th
Rating: Um...................... R for Dean's mouth + violence
Summary: Dean Winchester and Kol Mikaelson walk into a bar...
The Story:
[ Kol needed some fresh air, and while outside had been lovely - cold but lovely - his stomach told him to get up off the ground from the gardens and stop working on the grimoire he was currently writing in. There were countless ones in his room, but this was dedicated to writing any spells he might think would be of interest to Davina and whilst he gave her his mother's main grimoire, there were others that he hadn't gotten from the vendors, others that he knew well enough to copy down for her.
So he finds himself at the bar. delighted to see his least favourite bartender running the show. At least it meant he could go back to working on the book as he ordered fries and a soda, probably to Cami's joy. Of course, Kol still imagines that she spat on his fries, whatever.
Glad the bar's empty for the most part, he opens his book back up, plucking the pen that had been tucked behind his ear to go back to doodling on a page that might get him in trouble with his brother. If Davina wanted werewolf allies, he was giving her the instructions on making them rings to control their shifts.
He only pauses when someone settles into one of the bar stools nearby, blue eyes flickering up to where Cami had made herself busy then to the newcomer before going back to his grimoire - only to be appeased by a basket of fries being place in front of him. It doesn't at all occur to him that the guy may be acquainted with his doppelgänger or that he might be able to recognise a grimoire when he sees one. ]
Where: The bar.
When: The 25th
Rating: Um...................... R for Dean's mouth + violence
Summary: Dean Winchester and Kol Mikaelson walk into a bar...
The Story:
[ Kol needed some fresh air, and while outside had been lovely - cold but lovely - his stomach told him to get up off the ground from the gardens and stop working on the grimoire he was currently writing in. There were countless ones in his room, but this was dedicated to writing any spells he might think would be of interest to Davina and whilst he gave her his mother's main grimoire, there were others that he hadn't gotten from the vendors, others that he knew well enough to copy down for her.
So he finds himself at the bar. delighted to see his least favourite bartender running the show. At least it meant he could go back to working on the book as he ordered fries and a soda, probably to Cami's joy. Of course, Kol still imagines that she spat on his fries, whatever.
Glad the bar's empty for the most part, he opens his book back up, plucking the pen that had been tucked behind his ear to go back to doodling on a page that might get him in trouble with his brother. If Davina wanted werewolf allies, he was giving her the instructions on making them rings to control their shifts.
He only pauses when someone settles into one of the bar stools nearby, blue eyes flickering up to where Cami had made herself busy then to the newcomer before going back to his grimoire - only to be appeased by a basket of fries being place in front of him. It doesn't at all occur to him that the guy may be acquainted with his doppelgänger or that he might be able to recognise a grimoire when he sees one. ]
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Well, the hole we crawled out of was our mother and we've killed her before - it doesn't do much. She just manages to find her way back to the living.
[ Can you say classy as fuck. ]
I take it you've met Nik. Elijah usually befriends people and Beks just sleeps with guys like you. [ Oh bless his little sister's heart though. One day she'll find someone good. Maybe. Not that he'd ever approve of anyone she chose. ]
But I'll remind you - you're the one that came up to me with your testosterone ablaze and attempted to scare me, friend. [ Dean, you started it, he's surprisingly innocent. ] Tell me, does that approach often work?
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beks? ]
Hold on, Nik, sure. Elijah? Check, and now you? Who the hell is Beks? [ why are there more of you? when the fuck will it end. something nervous crawls up his spine, too, because both elijah and klaus have proven themselves strong-- with elijah giving dean a physical example, which could have left him with a broken neck. he doesn't need more of you people around, seriously.
as for how his approach normally works. well. ]
It would've, if you were your face-twin. And trust me, I'm a whole lot more than scare tactics.
HES SO NORTHERN IM SORRY OMG
Beks is my younger sister. And if she hasn't made herself known to you I'm not going to ruin her parade seeing as though you don't make that much of an impression. [ Read: You're rude and he doesn't like you, stay away from Rebekah. ] You haven't even given me your name.
[ And if Dean intends to even touch a hair on Rebekah's pretty little head Kol will singlehandedly rip everything the hunter loves to pieces.
Oh look, Dean's running his mouth with thinly veiled threats again. u g h. ]
Must you try to start a row? I've had a rather crap month and all I was really hoping for was to order a fizzy pop and some chips whilst I work on my girl's grimoire. Not to kill a hunter in front of my brother's bird for wearing my patience thin with meaningless threats.
LMAO GET OUT OF HERE
And I plan to keep it that way, thanks.
[ dean might be stupid on a good day, but stupid enough to give this creep his name? oh boy. if he's really a mikaelson, then the last thing dean needs is klaus or elijah on his ass about crap. especially after what he'd done to the latter... and if dean seems to run his mouth at every chance, then no doubt this kol kid is a grade a tattletale himself.
and yes, he's starting. right now. ]
Alright, one? Quit assumin' to you can do shit to me-- you might be some kinda whatever with your fancy-ass book, but I've crushed a few vamps and witches in my time. I know damn well how to put you Mikaelsons in time out, too, got the experience and everything.
[ granted he doesn't have the dagger he'd used on elijah anymore, but he knows what works. ]
MAKE ME
That gets his attention immediately - but he doesn't show his cards, instead he pops another fry in his mouth before turning to look at Dean, looking completely unfazed; one might call Kol's expression arrogant even. ]
There's only one thing that puts us Mikaelsons in time out and I hardly doubt someone like you knows what that is. [ Pffft, Dean, as if. Of course he doesn't want the hunter to know about the stake or the daggers, but if he knows of one or the other, it means he's interacted with it here. Which also means that one of them is probably still here... Whether or not whichever weapon has found its way into Klas' grubby little hands, that's another story entirely.
And maybe he's letting Dean think that that dagger would actually work on him like his siblings, not anymore. If anything it would be like someone coming at him with a dagger, and he definitely doesn't need that, but oh well.
But, if this hunter has experience with putting his siblings in time out, and he doesn't know Beks, and the daggers don't work on Nik... And if it isn't the stake... No, he shouldn't get his hopes up. ] Let me guess [ He gives Dean a mocking look. ] You're going to stab us in the heart with a stake - good luck with that one.
KICKS FACE
dean only shrugs, matching kol's bravado well enough. ]
Hey, believe what you want, but the day it turns out I know what I'm talkin' about ain't gonna be very nice for you.
[ it had taken a bit to get a dagger capable of putting one of the mikaelson vampires to sleep, but in the end it had been worth, if only because it had taught elijah not to fuck with dean either.
now if only jo hadn't meddled... ]
Stake, garlic, magical dagger-- whatever it'll take, man.
[ just try him.
back home stakes don't work either, so he'll simply skip that step with this lot, too. all the vampires in wonderland seem to work differently somehow, and it's take some adjusting to, but in the end, dean always finds a way to hurt them. ]
SETS U ON FIRE
I'm actually a rather big fan of garlic, it's so versatile - but none of that bottled minced stuff, that's awful and I don't see why commoners use it.
[ Stakes piss him off, but that mention of the dagger... Aah, bingo. ]
Magical dagger, ay? Been bullying me older brother then?
[ He will try him, because how dare you dagger Elijah. ]
I don't believe anyone gave you the right to make him suffer. [ A hand flies up immediately but it isn't a physical attack. Fingers curl into a fist causing pain to explode through Dean's skull. ]
I've been alive far longer than you can imagine - your threats and bravado do nothing to intimidate me, nor does your attack on the wrong member of my family. You would do best not to threaten me again.
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[Cami hasn't been actively eavesdropping, but she's keeping enough of a watch to see that hand go up. She's got enough experience with witches to recognize the gestures that so often mean magic is being done; mix that with the look on Dean's face a second later, and it's not hard to guess just what's going on.
So she walks over, still on the other side of the bar, but that doesn't stop her from grabbing Kol's wrist to try and force his hand down. She doesn't know if that will stop the spell, but she is not going to stand by and just watch while Kol casts whatever he's attempting over someone.]
That's enough, Kol.
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it feels like his skull is splitting apart, dean on his feet and then starting to keel over as his hands come to the sides of his head, the pain growing--
and then it stops. just like that.
dean blinks back at kol, only to see cami there, her hand on kols' wrist. it makes sense then, as he sucks in a few hard breaths, that the attack has been interrupted. all the more time for him to retaliate-- which he does, straightening himself up, and striding towards kol. ]
I'm gonna break your face--
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She was supposed to be on Nik's side, but she was protecting this guy who threatened him and hurt their brother. He's about to growl something out at her, when he hears Dean's threat - causing him to turn and look right as a fist collides with his jaw. The force is enough to send him tumbling out of his chair.
A hand rubs at his jaw, agitation and pain evident.
When he gets to his feet again, a dark look is aimed at Cami before he chants something that sounds suspiciously like a spell, and oh, would you look at that, the next time Cami tries to inhale a breath she'll realise she can't. But because Mikaelsons go big or go home, he turns his wrath on Dean, this time his hand is up again to cause that same pain until he can get realigned.
After a moment - that probably feels far too long, Cami will be able to breathe again because Kol decidedly doesn't want her dead, just to suffer a little. ]
You're going to defend him?! He hurt Elijah and was threatening me! But you just assumed I was the villain here! Everyone always does. [ He growls, yanking Dean towards him with an invisible force before sending him flying into a table and chairs. He keeps his eyes on dean for a moment before turning back to Cami in nothing less than rage. ] You think for one minute that I'm not?! Of course not - you're just like them! [ There's a strange sense of betrayal and whatever progress she had made with him during his last meltdown seems to go out the window. He turns back to dean, stalking back towards him with some attack up his sleeve. ]
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He could kill her this way. The rage in his eyes, the Mikaelson temper come to fore? He just might.
Panic does indeed make that moment stretch on far too long, but finally Kol releases her. Cami sucks in a desperate gasp, then another, but they give her no time to recover. Kol's already using magic again, throwing Dean around like a ragdoll, and all Cami can do is get between them, once more grip Kol's hand if he has it raised, hold her ground to keep Dean from being able to reach him.]
I'm not on anyone's side! All I saw was you using some sort of spell on him, Kol; that's it. And now he's hit you, and you've hit him back, and you anger-driven pair of idiots are well on your way to starting Wonderland's own verison of the Hatfield-McCoy feud. So in the interest of not getting everyone killed, including the both of you, I'd suggest you both sit down so we can work this out peacefully. Otherwise I'm banning you both from the bar, and don't think I won't get Jo to back me up on it. Now!
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What the hell're you doing--
[ but just as soon he's being yanked forward, only to get shoved right back-- sent flying even. now there's something dean's used to, having dealt with one too many demons in his time, all who prefer the mental tug and pull. it never gets any more awesome though, his entire body aching and cracking as he crashes into the far off set of tables and chairs.
christ...
it takes a while, but slowly he starts to climb back on his feet, the anger still brimming inside of him. he sees cami again, between them while an angry-looking kol has murder spelled out on his face. wincing, dean gets up, but doesn't make another move to attack the kid. ]
There's no point chatting with crazy, Cami-- just look at him. Say one word and it's all deadly hocus pocus.
[ goddamn witches... or wizards. whatever the fuck he is. ]
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Kol lets her pull his hand down, allowing it to fall to his side loosely. His gaze stays on her as he seems to try to force himself to calm down, only looking past her when Dean's movement catches his attention...
And once again the hunter is running his mouth - no doubt trying to antagonise him further. But he's not a rage filled baboon like he assumes Dean is, so instead he does the one thing he can only assume will piss the Winchester off even more. ] Alright, I'll sit down for a chat. I had no quarrel until he threatened me.
[ But then his gaze is on something else entirely, and once his wrist is released, his hand reaches up to inspect the necklace around Cami's neck. And for a moment, he's actually glad he didn't kill her. For as adamant as she'd been about not being Nik's bird, she sure seemed to act like it. He doubted any other lads were giving her futhark runes.
There's a knowing little quirk of his lips as he lets the pendant go before turning to head back over and take a seat, sorting his uprooted barstool first. ] Well then, what are we waiting for? [ There's certainly no way this all was that easy, Cami. ]
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She means to say more, but then she feels Kol touching her neck--or rather, her necklace. She tenses in that first moment as she turns back, but Cami doesn't move away. Instead she lets Kol make whatever assumptions he needs to; right or wrong, he seems satisfied enough to agree to talk.]
I'm waiting to make sure you've both gotten the violence out of your system. [Which is why she doesn't move back behind the bar; instead Cami stays in that no man's land between the two, on her feet even as she expects the pair to sit.] No more attacking, no more magic. Now tell me what the hell happened.