#𓏲ּ ֶָ the beast within ꞝ marcel gerald interactions

[dmpled]

@rxgclity for derrick

“trust me, there have been worse times than this.”Marcel commented, the blood bath never phased him. blood would always be shed in New Orleans, it was if it was the right of way. but, Marcel didn’t expect it to be like this. hand punching through the chest wall and ripping the heart out of the witches heart. “okay, maybe once…many moons ago.”

[dmpled]

marcel had watched the scene unfold in front of him, an ever so slight chuckle escaped his lips. he had expected violence to happen during the evening but he would've bet that the mikaelson's would be the cause of it. walking over to the scene, marcel now stood between the pair, knowing someone had to step in. "i think he's learnt his lesson."marcel commented. "just maybe, take a step back for now."

@exitiumstarters

God this guy was insufferable, hitting on women who were obviously not interested. And, yes, Derrick was bad but he even knew how to read a room. So when Derrick went to say something, the idiot who smelled strongly of whiskey, flew a fist at him. Managing to catch it, he bent his hand backwards until he heard a crack and pushed the other down. "Go," he warned to the idiot on the ground, eyes dark for a brief second before turning to the person next to him. "I can keep going if you want" he said, nodding to the guy on the floor

[dmpled]

@traegics for iggy

“hmm, it’s not normally like that.”he spoke, taking a sip of his scotch he had in hand. last night was an event he wanted to forget and yet he didn’t. It felt like the old times but the way some of the youngster were, it opened his eyes ever so slightly to what was going on in New Orleans. “but, at least there numbers are down ever so slightly.” the only perk to the blood loss from last night.

[dmpled]

@oconnellthebrave

“no, you do not touch her.”marcel spoke in a quiet growl, hands wrapped around the throat of the hunter that had tried to get to cami. nothing, nothing would happen to his friends or family tonight. he wouldn’t allow it at all. he was the beast, he was made for this.

dropping the lifeless corpse on the floor, he looked at her. “we’re going to need some serious counselling after this.”he remarked, a almost soft smile forming in his lips. maybe it wasn’t the time to make a joke, but he wanted cami to feel at ease.

[dmpled]

@traegics for wes

“I mean, you seem okay.”Marcel remarked, before he grabbed the hunters throat in front of him and tearing it. he would prefer to tear each limb off but time wasn’t going to play apart tonight. plus, he had to be civil, this really wasn’t the moment to debate over who is better.

“I mean, if you make bekah happy, then good for you.” yes, maybe not the normal conversation to have while ripping the hunters that were coming for the pair. he did and will forvever love Rebekah, but they had to split, it was for the best.

“but next time you want to meet the ex, maybe we could do it over a game of poker or something?” Marcel commented before punching a whole in the chest of the next hunter charging at him. “but do trust me, I will kill you if you hurt her or the girls.”

[dmpled]

an eyebrow raised as marcel heard the person speak. while it was quite comical for him. "i've never been interested in knowing those sort of things." he remarked as he watched the other. while there was a belief in tarrot cards, marcel knew not to play around with them.

"and if this is your way on trying to pick up the ladies then i don't think it'll work. ladies prefer othet things over readings."

Open for @exitiumstarters

Finn was getting to the point of the night where boredom was eating his own mind. Finn decided to pull up a deck of tarot cards, maybe he can see how smart these people actually are. Deciding to approach someone random he held up a random card.

"The Death card signals that one major phase in your life is ending, and a new one is going to start." A quiet smirk. "I could find out where yours begin though." He said as if he believed in that.

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@strawberryxmagic for hope.

marcel had somewhat expected a show for the evening, but this turn of events wasn't something he had expected. the whole main room turning into a bloodbath. his eyes looked around the room before they focused on hope. two witches approaching her. his instincts kicking in. snapping the necks of both witches, his eyes settled on hope. "we need to get you out." the first words he spoke to her. "i know you probably want to fight, but trust me. i wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you."

[dmpled]

@bvsyhead for Sydney

“you’ll be fine.” he spoke softly as he took a sip of his drink. After the events of the previous night, he needed a drink. while he had been in wars before, he’ll he thought to stay king of New Orleans before, the events of the night before was the bloodiest it had been. “she’s back, at least she is still here.” it was the only good thing that happened last night that Riley had came back.

[dmpled]

@thornecrown for meredith

“look, i can help you get out.” marcel spoke, eyes settling in the fae. he had made a promise, many years ago to protect new orleans and all its residents from wherever force would come against them and it was something he would keep. “but if you have some magic wielding fire balls or something like that, it would really help.” he commented, ripping the heart out of a witch approaching the fae. the heart dropping to the floor with a small thud.

[dmpled]

"well, the night is young."marcel responded, flashing a brief grin at keelan. he had expected there to be something along the lines of that. but then again, he knew how he and klaus would play this exactly and it seemed like the oea were taking a page from their books.

"you know, something always happens towards the end of the event. that's when the pitch forking mob will walk in."he responded for a moment. "or something along those lines."

@exitiumstarters ✦ keelin malraux ✦ exitium.event002

Keelin was confident that there wasn't a single person here who was buying into the bullshit that this forced attendance gala was part of a truce. Already she had encountered turbulence after an OEA car had collected her from the hospital, the hunter treating her no different to usual as he practically marched her into the venue.

Snatching her arm away from their guiding grasp she hissed "I've got it from here, thanks" as she crossed the threshold into the headquarters. Unimpressed. Taking in her elaborate surroundings, the she wolf shrugged her jacket from her frame as she mused "this already exceeds my expectations; but I guess there's still time for the pitch fork wielding angry mob to show."

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@designerfaeindi

“you can help.. if you think you can handle it.” Marcel commented, hand ripping through a hunters throat in that moment. if he had to rip through every single oea member here, he would. he was use to the battle field, use to the war in New Orleans, a city that had always had a war brewing but this, this was something different. “but if you want me to clear a path so you can escape, then I can do that too.” he would try and get as many people out as he could, it was his oath to protect his city at all costs.

[dmpled]

he had promised that he would protect New Orleans and those who needed it. it was his home, his kingdom. he needed to get everyone out that he could and kill his way through anyone that stood in his way. his ear perked up as he heard a scream coming from another room. making his way to the room, he slammed open the door.

hands ripping at the throats of the two witches there. they all had to go. looking at the other, he made his way to her, before he noticed the circle.

“Tell me how to break this and i’ll get you out.” he spoke, he knew it may of already been broken with the two dead bodies in the room. “if you need to channel me, that’s fine.” after all, he probably was the best person to channel and if it helped break this circle and get the other out, he would do whatever.

𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒 𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣  ―  𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛  »  @exitiumstarters

Much to Sierra's dismay, there had been a target on her back all night. The press badge that was pinned to her dress had been rigged. All it took was the press of a button and she felt a sudden sharp pain in her abdomen before everything went black. "Serves you right, anchorwoman." She heard as she collapsed to the ground, chaos erupting all around her. She had been picked up as the world became a blur, hoping that she was being rushed to safety.

Little did she know that the OEA had other plans. They had been plotting this for weeks. They didn't like that the voice of the town, the anchorwoman of the local news, wasn't one hundred percent on their side, singing their praises. It didn't matter than she never publicly spoke an ill word about them.

She hadn't been whisked away to safety like she had hoped - more whisked away to her demise. She was awoken by a burning sensation in her chest, feeling like hot lava was racing through her veins. As she screamed in agony, she could hear a faint laugh from across the room. The harder she fought to escape her restraints, she more pain she felt. Despite her attempts, her magic was of no help her her within the circle created around her. "Please!" she cried out between her sobs. "I have children. They need me." But her please only caused the figure to laugh more. "Somebody help me!"

[dmpled]

oh, he had missed klaus, although he wouldn’t admit it out loud. there was something about the way he was so ruthless that he admired. it was what made Marcel so ruthless as well. a man made in the near image of klaus in the way he held himself.

eyes turning as he finished draining his last victim, a grin creeping on his features. “well I would but I can’t ‘ear ya.”he spoke, tearing the ear of his victim and dropping them to the floor.

“well, it’s like you’ve never gone. I’ll admit, I’m impressed.” it was his way of saying I missed you.

Klaus' merciless slaughter continued, cutting down the hunters with unnerving ease. It didn't matter for their strength in numbers, nor what weapons they had come equipped with, nothing posed as adequate resistance for Klaus' fury. Hearts continued to be torn from chests, blood covering the once elaborate decorations and the hybrid showed no intentions of stopping.

And now aided by Marcel and Klaus certainly wasn't going to hold himself back. With both speed and fury combined, alongside the the beast; together their efforts were unmatched. Eventually, the room seemed to fall silent. The screaming having now ceased.

With blood covering both his suit and features, he slowly ran his hand across his lips to rid himself of at least some of the blood residing there. “It seems as though some things you simply cannot lose." His quip came sharply, making it known that he was holding onto a decapitated arm as he gave it a little wave into Marcel's direction; a devilish smirk tugged at the corners of his lips “care for a hand, mate?"

[dmpled]

“oh no, I mean they’re in a few..I have war stories and stories of when I was king.”marcel remarked, ripping the arm off of his next victim. “and you could say I know them well, klaus took me on when I was a kid and raised me, alongside his siblings of course.” a pause for a moment. “so you could say I know them very way.”

"Let me guess, it involves the Mikaelson's," he said with a roll of his eyes, quickly ripping off and sending it through the head of another hunter running up behind Marcel. "I'm guessing you know them well?"

[dmpled]

“I wouldn’t say my go to story.” Marcel spoke for a moment, before he took a bite out of his neck victim. why couldn’t they learn? They weren’t going to win in a room full of supernaturals. “and I have many of these stories..happened so often, many years ago.”

"That must be your go-to story, huh?" he asked, taking a knife he had managed to hide in his pants out and stabbing another oea in the neck, not even looking at them. "I'd say it gets tiring telling the same story but prideful behavior is so difficult to change"

[dmpled]

he would be the same if he was in hope’s position and there was one thing Marcel had learnt, you could never change a mikaelsons mind, especially hopes. “run to the compound, somewhere, anywhere that’s not here.” he spoke softly. “a spell isn’t going to cut it, this is war right now. a spell nah weaken but it won’t stop this.”

"i've never been able to run, marcel. you know that. i'm the strongest player. i'm the queen on the chess board. i have to help them. maybe...maybe i can stop all this fighting with...a a spell or something," she said looking up at him. "where am i supposed to go?"