#sebthemerciless

[ufokevin]

"Quentavius. Has a ring to it." Kevin reassured with a grin. "I'm a simple man with simple needs." Kevin said making a peace sign. Kevin smirked before he chuckled. "Quentin has someone ever called you a sexy genius." He said throwing finger guns. "Lead the way."

A slight scoff escaped him. "If you think that's fancy, that's nothing. That's just my nickname. My parents thought it'd be brilliant to name me Quentavius. Like, what the hell?" He rolled his eyes. "Kevin." He repeated with a small humming. "So simple." He shrugged his shoulders before looking around them and at the chaos unfolding in almost every direction. "Come on, Kevin." He said casually. "Rich bastards like these folks have got to have some pretty sweet things we can... gander at while everyone's losing their shit." He smirked.

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Closed Starter - @sebthemerciless

There was a warmth igniting from within his icy cold chest at the sight of the male, a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on as he watched from the shadows of the compound that swirled around him. His features matched his own at an almost uncanny level and yet, even with that evidence he refused to allow himself even the slightest bit of hope that this was his son. The one that had been missing since practically birth, the one that had turned the once warm and happy high lord into the ice cold, distant man that he was today.

He had heard someone call him Sebastian earlier in the night, a pair of girls he didn't know or recognize and it had certainly peeked his curiosity. He'd remained in his shadows any time the younger male was near watching, studying, debating internally with the single shred of hope of finding his son that remained. It had taken the entirety of the night, lurking amongst the chaos and biding his time before he finally approached the gentleman, clearing his throat from behind him, mirroring ocean irises connecting as the younger turned to face him and for a moment- a very brief moment- he felt he could confirm that who he was staring at was Sebastian Meadows, Prince Fae of the Night Court. "You look lost," Kaidan eventually states, tone steady, even, and carrying nothing more than nonchalance on his tongue.

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[vilisisms]

the witch was sending a quick 'i'm ok' text to her mom when her name pulled her attention. she could have collapsed from how exhausted she felt but suddenly she was feeling a burst of energy at the sight of the vampire her and rory had awakened earlier in the night. she knew the look on his face, saw it on max's face a few times before. "'you'?" aliyah question, approaching him only to glide an index finger down the man's sharp jaw to tease his thirst further. her hand settled over his chest as moved to the over side of his frame, tilting her body only slightly away from him. "you can call me anything you'd like but not 'you'. nonetheless, you've got my attention. what can i do for you, sebastian."

( @vilisisms - Aliyah )

Sebastian was severely regretting having ever been found and awoken by his two 'saviors'. He hadn't been given any period to adjust to the modern world and upon arrival at this 'Halloween' party he had found himself subjected to some unearthly curse. Part of him questioned if his would-be saviors had cast it as some sort of trick upon him, but that didn't exactly make sense. He didn't know the two women - what personal vendetta would they have had against him to do such a thing. No, it must have been something else.

There wasn't much he could do at the moment, however. The curse had worn off, but Sebastian now found himself in a new predicament as he carefully navigated the compound hallways -- avoiding the increasing amount of sunlight that poured into the area as dawn and day crept over the dying embers of the night's festivities.

The vampire stood beneath the shadows of a staircase, peering out into a sprawling foyer as a few workers dragged the last bits of some food vendor displays through the doors. Veins momentarily pulsed at the vampire's eyes and he ran a tongue over his lips. He was starving and the curse's seizure of his autonomy had prevented him from finding any source of meal for several hours at this point. He took a step subconsciously, only to jerk back as his face clipped into the sunlight from the exits - hissing and cursing under his breath.

That was when he caught sight of a familiar figure and whistled once, sharply. "You - Aliyah, was it?" He called out in her direction. "Come here."

[rcignxs]

"Sadly, yes, they're basically the number one people in New Orleans," he replied with a sigh, wondering how this person hadn't heard of the Mikaelsons before but, hey, who was he to judge? He just watched the scene unfold before rolling his eyes yet again. "Fuckin' witches," he muttered quietly before nodding. "C'mon," he urged as he began to walk

Sebastian's brow furrowed in almost crystal clear disgust. "New Orleans?" He repeated and practically 'ugh'-ed as he did. "Who the hell sent me here? These... Mikaelsons.... are they supposed to be someone I should know?" He questioned and sighed with frustration. The man's statement earned him a look that screamed 'are you serious' before the telepath sighed and groaned. "Fine. Whatever, I'll help you." He shook his head, grabbing a corn dog from an abandoned food stall nearby and drawing it to him with a beckoning of his finger; biting a chunk off of it once it was in his grasp. He supposed being helpful is what he'd be expected to do were the others around probably.

[ufokevin]

"Hells yeah." Kevin said in a confidence only a stoner could muster. Kevin nodded and listening him. "You have a point, very knowledge dude."Kevin looked at the scene in front of him. "Radical dude." Kevin said as he watched the scene.

"That's such a fancy name dude." Kevin said not really thinking much of it. "My legal names means like rice paddy across a river or something." Kevin said. "You can just call me Kevin dude."

Oh, simplicity indeed. Sebastian continued to smirk to himself as Kevin spoke. "You're completely baked... aren't you?" The telepath finally spoke and laughed out loud. "Alright, I give you a bit more credit than before." He nodded his approval and only grinned. "It very much is -- but who cares?! Whatever old cods set up this party are clearly not strapped for cash. I'd say they have much greater things to worry about than--" A pause and he whirled around; hand outstretched as a man barreled towards them only to collapse to the ground a motionless, drooling, vegetable. "--a couple guys having a snack." He continued nonchalantly.

He paced around slightly as Kevin gathered up the supplies for a bowl of nachos, cocking an eyebrow when he wheeled back over and taking a cheesy chip. "Quentin Quire." He introduced the man the evening's spell had currently transformed him into, casually.

[rcignxs]

He felt uncomfortable, as if his privacy had been completely been found obsolete by the person in front of him. "How did you know tha- you know what? Don't care, I'm getting out of here alive with my family even if it means leaving you behind," he growled, eyes flashing gold for a brief moment before sighing. He knew he let his anger get the better of him at times but right now was not the time for it. "New Orleans - Mikaelson party - what else do you need to know or are we allowed to go search for my family?"

Oh, now this was amusing. Sebastian rose to his feet at the other's words and only regarded him with a wicked grin. "Oh, really? Thanks for the advice. I'm not really someone that follows suggestions very well, though." He retorted. "Let's see what we have inside that grumpy little head of yours, shall we?" He nodded once with the question. The air rippled ever so slightly as Sebastian thumbed through the man's surface level thoughts.

"Ugh. Boring. Wife and daughter drama - how original." He rolled his eyes. Still, there was something slightly dangerous about the man and for all of his blustering, 'Quentin' wasn't keen on the idea of possibly dying so far away from the resurrection protocols he'd gotten used to in his home world. "Where are we, exactly?" He questioned - too lazy to dig the information out of the man's head.

[ufokevin]

Kevin looked at Sebastian with very hazy eyes before nodding. "What can I say I'm a man of simplicity." Kevin said with a lazy grin. He wasn't thinking Sebastian was insulting him, it was obvious this man was a man of culture and of the people. Which in his eyes was totally widened.

"Dude isn't that like thieffery and gluttony?" Kevin asked staring at the food in front of him and then at the choas. "I mean shouldn't we stop..." Kevin was cut off by someone suplexing someone else. Kevin looked at Sebastian again. "A bowl of nachos wouldn't hurt." Kevin relented taking a bite. He held out the food for the other. "Dig in."

Sebastian leaned forward in his seat as the man approached him; the smirk on his face growing wider and wider the entire time. Once Kevin had come close enough to talk without having to exert more effort than he wanted to, Sebastian leaned back in his seat once more and crossed his arms. "Damn, you're literally what they call a one track mind, aren't you?" He questioned - the faintest pulses of pink rippling from him as he picked through the other's thoughts. Hamburger. Hotdog. Nachos. Funnel Cake. Food item after food item was all that bombarded him and eventually Sebastian cut the telepathic link and sighed.

"Dude, get a grip. Look around you - " He stood up from his seat and hopped down, walking over to the male and putting a hand on his shoulder as he turned and gestured towards the chaos deeper in the party. "Just take what food you want. No one's going to bother trying to stop you with all this mess going on."

[rcignxs]

He was going to reply but was only met with sarcasm, something that left a bitter taste in his mouth. With his wife and daughter nowhere to be found and some guy that looked exactly like him running around living his own life there was so much going on in the wolf's mind that he couldn't even think straight. "I suggest you close your mouth until this shit is over with," he warned

In an instant, the confusion of this modern world melted away into a darkness as if he lost consciousness. He was no longer Sebastian the Merciless. Instead, he was a man named Quentavius Quire - a mutant telepath with a terrible attitude and even worse habit of extremist behaviors.

The thoughts around him were deafening, but he sifted through them easily enough. Pain. Panic. Lust. It was always the same when you narrowed it down and peeled back the layers. With a wave of his hand, an assortment of furnishings - a sofa, some flower pots - soared through the air towards him and arranged themselves into a small throne-like seating which he promptly tossed himself upon. The art of moving things with ones mind was almost guaranteed to go hand-in-hand with telepathy in the fantasy world he hailed from.

"What a disaster." He remarked with slightly pursed lips. "They call this a party? Some kiddie carnival and a poorly decorated venue?" He scoffed at that. The memories leading up to his arrival were blank - they didn't matter anyway, at the moment. 'Quentin' was too busy letting the chaos unfold around him and watching the people panic as it happened. ( @darkskiesrpgstarters )

[ufokevin]

Kevin really had only one thought on his mind. Food. He wasn't picky either he could for some nachos, funnel cake, heck a cutie orange would have sufficed as well. He was just hungry.

And seeing all the sights right now with his hunger was over stimulating. Maybe this is why they said under supervision this felt like some weird kaledoscope hellscape. Either this was some social experiment or there was non-humans amoung them. And the thought, for the first time, genuinely scared him.

"So I'm not the only one dude?' Kevin said squinting at the other. "I'll be honest I'll take them over the headless horseman shooting lasers broseph." Kevin tilted his head. "Did you see any grub- I'm really hungry." He said as if that wasn't the most obvious thing the wheelchaired man could say.

In an instant, the confusion of this modern world melted away into a darkness as if he lost consciousness. He was no longer Sebastian the Merciless. Instead, he was a man named Quentavius Quire - a mutant telepath with a terrible attitude and even worse habit of extremist behaviors.

The thoughts around him were deafening, but he sifted through them easily enough. Pain. Panic. Lust. It was always the same when you narrowed it down and peeled back the layers. With a wave of his hand, an assortment of furnishings - a sofa, some flower pots - soared through the air towards him and arranged themselves into a small throne-like seating which he promptly tossed himself upon. The art of moving things with ones mind was almost guaranteed to go hand-in-hand with telepathy in the fantasy world he hailed from.

"What a disaster." He remarked with slightly pursed lips. "They call this a party? Some kiddie carnival and a poorly decorated venue?" He scoffed at that. The memories leading up to his arrival were blank - they didn't matter anyway, at the moment. 'Quentin' was too busy letting the chaos unfold around him and watching the people panic as it happened. ( @darkskiesrpgstarters )