#sanguis:start

[hydrokinetiiic]

"Oh for fucks sake! Ugh!" Ran groans as they lost control of the small water current they've been bending for the last half an hour. They rub their temples and groan once more, they're hungry. Usually the burning sensation distracts them enough to loose control of the water theyre bending, its rare and only happens when Ran is very hungry, but then again, they're not known for noticing the cues their own immortal body gives.

"My last pair of clean pants..." They grumble as the water rises up to their knees. They were knee deep into the river that crossed the forest and due to their control of the currents, they hadn't gotten wet... until now.

Their sensitive ears picked up noises and adrenaline pumped into their system, fight or flight instinct turned on. With one hand, she bends the water once more and with a small flick of her wrist, the water turns into razor sharp ice spikes, floating right behind her as she walks towards the source of the noise. "Listen, m hand tends to slip sometimes so unless you want to become a whatever-you-are kebab, I suggest you show yourself..."

[kolmikavlson-blog]

He peered into his glass for a moment or two before finally thrusting it outward, right beneath someone’s nose while his wrinkled in uncertainty and disdain. “Does this seem fresh to you?” Kol was talking about blood of course, poured into a fancy gilt goblet for him some time ago. He couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly when that might have been.

[xtcssa]

“You know, I should be used to this by now.” the witch mused, drink in hand. “I try, and I try... and I’m never enough.”  she added after a moment, a sad smirk forming upon her lips as she thought of the irony of her situation. She was heartbroken once again, at the hands of a friend, of someone she thought could be so much more. “I’ve not enough, and I’ll never be enough and I just have to get used to it.”

[hmikaelscn-blog]

“by any chance, do you know where I can find a Mikaelson? not any in specific really. just whichever comes to mind. ” henrik didn’t any special skill to help him. no vampire speed or magic. the resurrected boy just need a push in the right direction since he felt like he had none currently.

[geminisaltz-blog]

There she was -- letting her slender fingers graze and trace the old tombs of Lafayette Cemetery. This wasn’t a particularly ODD place to find the young Saltzman. Truth be told, Josie frequented this spot quite often. Looking up to the moon ( full and bright ) and feeling the cool breeze on her skin, the girl smiled. She found some comfort in being around the dead -- almost as if she felt connected to them. Her biological mother was always a thought in the forefront of her mind. “HELLO?” Her head snapped over towards an unsuspected noise, eyes widening. She had no means of protecting herself if this new visitor was dangerous -- no magic coursing through her veins tonight. “I don’t want any trouble. Just.. SHOW yourself.”

[vdonovan-blog1]

She wasn’t used to the heightened senses yet. They could be too much sometimes, especially on Bourbon Street where all the colors were too bright and the noises much too loud. Vicki stood with her eyes squeezed shut, hands buried in her hair as she struggled to relax and catch her breath. “God, can you shut up?” she growled, shaking her head as she hid beneath the awning of some rowdy bar. It was nighttime, but the bright yellow glow of those damn streetlamps shining all over New Orleans was just too intense.

[xfreyamikaelson-blog]

Freya was never much of a fan of New Orleans, but after a week of being stuck at the compound with her family, she was more than ready to embrace the city as if she had actually missed it. Even without her powers, she had to be mediator and referee to all her sibling’s bickering and she deserved a drink. She deserved multiple actually. 

Her peace was ruined when a loud crash sounded through the bar and she looked over at the commotion, rolling her eyes when she spotted two vampires ready to murder one another. With a wave of her wrist, both of their necks snapped (she figured she’d beat them to the punch) and she returned to her drink. “They will thank me for it later.”

[scintstefcn]

“You’re probably wondering why I look like this... just don’t freak out and I’ll explain,” Stefan said with a wince.

[vikingxtatia]

Ever since Lucinda had made a scene in the streets of New Orleans, Tatia’s mind had been reeling. She knew what she remembered of her life, growing up, being married off, having her daughter, losing her husband, falling for Elijah, giving her blood, and dying by his hand. There was no lapse, no missing time, yet the woman’s accusations had her paranoid. She had claimed she was her mother, and that Elijah was her father, which, while plausible, seemed entirely ludicrous, but she couldn’t dismiss that thought. If Esther’s magic could make her family into immortal monsters, what was to stop her from misconstruing her memory? So, she did the only thing she could think to do, and started reading up on the subject. She was on her fifth book, tired eyes scanning every page, looking for any mention of memory loss, or how to regain those lost memories. So, whe someone took a seat next to her, Tatia didn’t look up before asking “I don’t suppose you know anything about magic”

[kolmikavlson-blog]

It wasn’t typical of him to be flipping through the pages of a thick, dusty tome in the middle of a popular vampire bar, but this was the sort of thing Kol did in times of stress: he multitasked. And drank. Swirling around what little bourbon remained in his crystal clear glass, he grunted upon absentmindedly taking note of someone sliding into the stool beside him. “Unless you plan to be of use to me in my current quest to slash open an immortal’s throat and watch him bleed out as I tear him limb from limb,” he hummed, waving a dismissive hand at the figure beside him, “then I suggest you find somewhere else to sit. I’m not entertaining idle jibber-jabber today.”

[kalcbwcstphall-blog]

“i’m not one for company right now.” he muttered as he flipped through various pages of grimoires, trying to find a spell that could save his magic-- a futile attempt. sighing, he closed it, his eyes darting to the person approaching him. “what may i help you with?”

[xtcssa]

Magic had always come easy to the witch, but the particular magic she was working on at the moment required a much more delicate hand, precision, and concentration. Normally she would have worked on it in her own home, in privacy, but given circumstances beyond her control, she was working on the spell in less an ideal conditions. She was in the middle of things when she heard something, and simply said “Unless you wish to spend an eternity in agony, I’d suggest you mind your own business.”

[lizziesaltz-blog]

it was getting late in new orleans but for lizzie that’s usually when the big money started coming out, town was more vibrant at night. she had slowed it down, strumming a calming ballad on her old but beloved guitar. for some reason tonight was quieter than most, a single person walking past just as she finished the melody. jokingly she decided to call out to them. 

“hey, don’t be cheap.”

[geminisaltz-blog]

“I wouldn’t take another step if I were you.” She spoke indirectly to the approaching shadow. Josie’s hand was placed firmly onto a rather WILLING vampire magic donor -- they had a sort of.. agreement. Don’t ask. Her body surged with this indescribable sort of electric feeling as she siphoned from the male, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips. Taking in as much magic as she was allowed, the brunette finally removed her grasp -- not forgetting about her little visitor. Chocolate hues now scanned the figure, a tilt of her head was her challenge. “Enjoying the show?”

[xelijahxalwaysandforever-blog]

After his siblings held a Mikaelson ball that he had caught word of he had come back to New Orleans after his trip away from it all. It was a lot of pressure on him to take care of his siblings and look after them, but he realized that Freya probably needed a break from it all so he was coming back after being in Australia. He departed a week after they had woken up from the sleeping spell. Elijah felt different after almost dying, he was realizing just how precious his own life is and decided he could use some time alone. 

But after being alone in Australia a couple of days he met this Australian woman, she played the violin and she seemed familiar. She wasn’t Gia but she felt like she closely resembled the woman who died that he was growing fond of. It may have been just the loneliness or maybe it was the fact that he wanted to move on from Hayley Marshall, who was always in his thoughts but he couldn’t just come to see her. He was back and he wanted to wait a while for things to go alright, but honestly he wasn’t ready for Hayley, he felt like she deserved so much more than him.

He was back at the Mikaelson compound only a few hours, with the woman he grew fond of in Australia who he wanted to bring here because he didn’t want to part from her completely. She was now laying naked in his bed and he removed himself and went to go put on a shirt when he heard someone open the door.

“I know I have excellent vampire hearing, but I would still expect you to knock before entering if you wouldn’t mind.”

[shcdevil-blog]

♛ — “ New Orleans - so this is where everybody ran off to. Just another city for me to burn to the ground. ”