#vncarreravage

[mattheweddonovan-blog]

Flashback: From the ashes...

Matt let his hands rest on his upper legs while he tried to calm down a little. When he looked over his shoulder he could say the flames brightening the dark sky. He wondered what would have happened if Scott and Stiles had not found him in time. He wondered what would have happened if he had not run into Chris. Maybe he would have been with his sister now. 

He shook his head and eventually, still out of breath, he straightened his back again. He knew that he had to get home, but he didn't wanna leave before he knew for sure that Malia was alright. "Malia?" He didn't know if she was here. Maybe she was already gone. "Malia?" He raised his voice and let his eyes wander over the crowd.

@maliasinstnct

[joshroxza-blog]

Phase One Flashback: Mingling || Open Chat

Josh wove in and out of the crowd, but for all his recently enhanced senses he couldn’t keep track of the man he had seen. Just his luck, the guy probably wasn’t even that good looking, Josh was just being Josh.  There were plenty of faces he recognized, plenty he didn’t. A few he liked, some he disliked, but mostly he was indifferent. Though, he guessed if he was gonna work the status quo for a daylight ring anytime soon, a gathering like this would be the best place to start. And so began the repetitive cycle of; “Hi, how you doing? Great party, huh?”

[vieuxnoyesrp]

                                 ⚜  ~ T H E   I N F E R N O ~ ⚜

The flames have fallen and the embers have gone cold. In the morning after the tragic fire, the smoke has cleared and what is left in its wake is pure devastation. The once-opulent Opera House has been reduced from grandeur to rubble, and emergency response teams have yet to clean all of the blood from the streets. 

Call it Karma, but even Kate Argent wasn’t able to escape the evening scot-free. After storming the opera house to rescue her brother and finish off any supernaturals left standing, Kate was captured by Marcel Gerard and taken to The Garden as his prisoner. For her part in the evening’s event’s, Sophie Deveraux got a vicious vampire bite to the throat for her trouble. Although the ancestors failed in their objective to kill Davina Claire, she remains more vulnerable than ever, and more afraid of the power lurking inside her than ever before. She remains more vulnerable than ever, and more afraid of the power lurking inside her. Every day since the fire leaves her progressively more ill... To what end?

The casualties of the evening’s events are many: Jackson Kenner has been shot in the shoulder with a silver bullet. John Alden was shot in the ankle. Damon Salvatore was bitten by Derek Hale, and is descending into the bite’s hallucinations more and more with every minute. Bonnie Bennett is torn by the memories of her actions, and how violent they were. More troubling, is how vindicated she felt when she sought the ancestors’ vengeance. Lydia Martin remains shaken by the role she played, despite the fact that she is responsible for saving the lives of everyone who made it out of the opera house alive. 

We’d like to thank everyone for their participation in an incredible tribute to Vieux Noyés’ One Year Anniversary. VN: Carré Ravagé was by far our most involved event and we are honored by how amazingly everyone played their part. We couldn’t be more grateful to our wonderful members for your inspiring writing and we look forward to another magnificent year of story-telling with you! Thank you again from the bottom of our hearts, and as always, 

                         ⚜ Laissez les bons temps rouler!⚜

[jerxgilbs]

Ring around the Opera House: Jeremy, Kira, John

Jeremy made his way towards Kira. The last thing he wanted was for anyone he knew to get hit. A gun? A shooter? What in the actual hell was going on. This shit wasn’t even about vampires, so it seemed. So far as he knew, you couldn’t really snipe a vampire dead so what the actual hell was going on?!

Either which way, he wanted Kira out of there, and to get in and get Elena out. Those were his only goals, but first, Kira. 

To his surprise as he came up to the girl, she collided with him hard, screaming out. To which Jeremy held onto her tightly, whisper shouting her way, “Kira! Kira! It’s just me..” His words were firm as he felt her calm in his arms. They pulled all the way around her, understanding her fears to be valid. He was shaking a bit himself, so the close hug they were sharing was much needed for him as well. “I can’t. I need to get my sister out of there.” Though he wasn’t sure she was there, the last thing he was about to do was take any chances. “You need to get out of here and get yourself to safety Kira.” He spoke, pulling her face up to his so she could hear him clearly. Time was of the essence and he didn’t want to be around when this escalated any further. 

@this-little-kitsune

[isaac--lahey]

Now I’m Lying on the Cold Hard Ground - Self-Para

The explosion took Isaac off his feet just as he was leaving the alley where he had run into Lydia, asphalt raining down on him as he shielded his eyes. When he regained his bearings all he saw was a wall of flames where the Opera House used to be. And despite his own magic having abandoned him, he recognized a powerful outburst and only one name came to mind. There was something familiar about it.

Davina.

And then another type of power washed over him. A protective sense of rage that he could feel bubbling up deep inside that had been present ever since the Harvest. And suddenly he couldn’t take it anymore. The whole night had just been one shit show after another and now as the flames licked the building and smoke overcrowded the street…

“DAVINA!“

The animalistic howl competed with the raging inferno as it erupted from somewhere deep inside. Filled with anger, mixed with frustration, fear and concern - Isaac pounded the street as the cry left his throat burning and raw.

When would the universe just leave them the hell alone?!

@littlestxwitch

[maliasinstnct]

“What? Do you see this smile? I’m totally having fun.” Her feet hurt badly. She didn’t know why people wore these things. It was like putting one’s own foot into jail if you asked her. But if anything, tonight she wanted to blend in. There were too many variables too foresee, but at least if she were hidden a bit within the masses, she could have a fighting chance of staying well out of the way. The food though, and the dancing, well they definitely did make things actually fun. If only she could shake away all the nerves that came with being at a big party put on by the King of the Quarter himself. 

Regardless of the nerves though, Malia was intent on having a good and normal time at this party. Bad shit was going to happen no matter what and it wasn’t going to surprise her. Whatever went down, she’d take in in stride. “My feet are in jail but there’s dancing and food. It’s all good.” 

[silverargentvalkyrie]

Text| Scott <3

Allison: Please tell me that you left the party.

Allison: That you and Stiles and Lydia are safe.

Allison: Just lie to me if you have too.

[theoverlooked]

Mistletoe Amongst The Roses || Open

The glitz, the glamour, the presence of the Supernatural Elite. Yes this was where Jennifer belonged, where she should be praised, exalted, respected as the pioneer she was. As it was, she instead needed to ride in on the coattails of Evelyn to arouse no suspicion about her powers, or her alliance. It was easy once she was inside. Introducing herself to wealthy families, political presences and those in-between as ‘A Friend of Mrs Jones’ who they all knew immediately despite the rather common name.

With her place unquestioned she’d taken a passing drink and accepted more than a few compliments about her outfit, it was her debut in a way, to several of these figures and it would not be seemly to be anything less than perfect. So she mingled and marinated in the atmosphere, tending to be close to the band and here their wonderful jazz play. 

She been sipping her champagne and listening to a particularly good beat when a figure approached, she smiled and nodded in the direction of the band, “They’re fabulous, don’t you think?”

[dark-salvatore]

He honestly had no idea why he had gotten the invitation for the concert that seemed to be one of the big events of the year, judged by who was present and how everything was dressed. Well... he did have an inkling and he wasn’t going to complain about that. Sucking up to Marcel apparently worked. They were in the same team now, and the invitation to this party was a clear sign of that. Success... he’d say.

He grabbed a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter and sipped it while he looked around and checked who was present. And maybe even more telling, who was missing. When he turned around, he almost bumped into someone who tried to pass him quickly. “Why the rush? Am I that repulsive you need to get away from me that fast?”

[petrcvaflame]

A Dame That Knows The Ropes

                                        ...isn’t likely to get tied up. 

    Katherine watched as the businessman she’d been speaking with for the last fifteen minutes, reluctantly tore himself away from her. He was a tall, brooding, older man. The kind that loved to boast about his ability to strategize and coerce all his competitors and clients, never noticing the way her pretty words coaxed unprofessional opinions and off-the-books anecdotes out from under his tongue. Even then, as he bid her adieu, the man smiled apologetically, sad to see himself go. Katherine smiled back as he excused himself, eyes dusted with specks of a phony kindness so convincing it could turn a genius into a fool. When he was finally out of view, the grin on Katherine’s lips vanished, replaced by a small, almost bored, pout. 

    She was hungry. The moment a waiter passed by with a platter of chocolate strawberries, the brunette slowed him down, shot a satisfied smile his way and plucked the delicious fruit from the tray. As she looked around, Katherine had to admit: 

                                          Marcel Gerard knew how to throw a party. 

    Everything screamed luxury, celebration, elegance. And, as she’d more than hoped, Katherine Pierce had made it on the guest list. At the moment the brunette was no more than an ear to the ground, but ever the master strategist, Katherine had no intention of remaining a mere blimp in the Vampire King’s radar. If that meant she had to kiss the ass of each one of Marcel’s connections to get a peek into their skeleton-ridden closets, so be it. The sweet blend of strawberry and dark chocolate melted in her mouth, each bite doing wonders for her temperament. As her gaze fell onto another face across the way, however, her attention was drawn away from the delicacy at her fingertips. Intrigue filtered through her features as she watched them pluck the last remaining glass off one of the waiter’s trays, and, in an impressive instant, she had made her way to them. Manicured fingers plucked the flute from the guest’s hands just before it reached their lips.

    “I wouldn’t drink this, if I were you...” she cooed, turning the glass in her hand just slightly to show them the faded plum lipstick stain along the rim. Not a moment later, Katherine whirled around to their waiter, who seemed significantly horrified at not catching the indecent mistake sooner. "Two glasses of champagne, please.”  

“Clean ones this time?”

[littlestxwitch-blog]

It was more than the birthday girl ever could have imagined. And it wasn’t the over the top venue, the extravagance of the night, or even the fact that Marcel had put together this entire thing, at least somewhat in part, for her.

It was the normalcy of it.

Yes, the witch wasn’t naïve enough to think that no one was keeping an eye on her during this entire thing, but for once Davina didn’t have to lurk in the shadows. She could walk into the room of full of people and NOT have to worry about the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be there, or be seen. And as some of the musicians began fiddling with their instruments, and as the noise grew, Davina couldn’t bite back her grin as she just took in everything going on around her.

[awildcuriosity]

Pokémon Solves Everything || Cami & Vic

@courageouscami

The party was glorious, many people all running about and indulging themselves, it was nice to see. Things had been too stressed around the city lately and they’d noticed the tension in their students. Vic was slightly aware of the more… colourful groups of beings wondering around New Orleans and they had considered maybe they could have something to do with it. But as they’d been told by a dear (absentee) husband more than once, ‘that wasn’t them to worry about.’ Honestly, with a wondering mind worry was as easy a branch to follow as any other feeling, emotions were akin to jellyfish, they went where the sea of the thoughts took them.

And here they were drifting off into their own head again, honestly they could spend the whole party just musing to themselves, it was some of the better conversation they’d have. Vic chuckled a little at their own wit and took a sip of champagne. In a world of uncertainty, one’s humour was always a returning comet.

Well, speaking of humour, Vic noticed a young woman who seemed to be in a rather… bad one. They knew her… Camille? Yes, Camille. She was the young woman who enjoyed a good conversation, and seemed to be headed this way. Vic watched her approach, a small, curious smile on his face.

“You know, the wind’ll change and you’ll be stuck like that.” They said lightly, “I wouldn’t judge you for it but it could make job interviews and flirting rather tricky. Speaking of tricky, have you ever thought about how difficult it is to catch every pokemon in a pokemon game?” They inquired lightly.

[thexstubbornxhale-blog]

Text: Cora ✉ Derek

Cora: Have a nice night.

---A couple of minutes later--

Cora: What the hell possessed you to go Derek?

[vieuxnoyesrp]

                                  ⚜  ~ T H E   I N F E R N O ~ ⚜

It’s been a night to end all nights, and for some, unfortunately, that’s not merely a turn of phrase. The ancestors have come for their final Harvest Child, Davina Claire, and have pulled all the stops to get her right where they want her: alone, powerless, vulnerable. 

But they’re wrong. 

Davina Claire when vulnerable, despite being encircled by lobelia, inhaling it with with every breath she takes, is anything but powerless. Davina Claire, when vulnerable, is at her most uncontrolled, her most unpredictable. In short, Davina Claire, when vulnerable, is neither alone, nor powerless. She’s  d a n g e r o u s. Davina Claire is a powder keg, and she’s about to explode. 

Beneath the cut, you’ll find an extensive summary of the character-specific plot drops that will occur during our event.

Please note that while we have laid out this guide, it is up to the individual roleplayers to decide when and how to start these threads. In order to do so effectively, please makes sure to read or at least skim each other’s threads on the dash, so as to make sure your character jumps it at the right time (in the case of a three-way para, for example) and doesn’t interrupt the flow/chronological order that is roughly set out in the summary below. Also, please read ALL of the plot under the cut; not just the section that pertains to your character. This will become increasingly significant as the event goes on.

This is the last stage of VN: Carré Ravagé. In the prompts below, not all members will be mentioned, simply because phase three is for wrapping up the encounters that began during the event. For those who do not receive a direct prompt, you are welcome to react to the events as you see fit for your character, though we ask all members to run any large plots past the admins first. 

Open/casual starters are permitted aside from the plot-threads listed below, though please manage your time accordingly so that the plot-threads are completed by the end of the event. Please tag your starters with VNCarreRavage and VNStarter! If you have any questions, ideas, or concerns, please do not hesitate to message the Main!

Most of all, remember to be inclusive to as many people as possible (without biting off more than you can chew), get creative, and enjoy!

~ The Admin Team @ VN

With the ancestors closing in, Vic Kloeckler-Kuyavar’s soothing words do little to calm Davina Claire. With fear and rage growing in her heart, Davina can feel the familiar rips and tears in her control grow into great gashes, gaping chasms. The fire in her heart has burned through the ancestors’ paper chains, and now burns true, blasting from every pore in Davina’s body. In mere seconds, the room has become an inferno, and Davina is its very heart. 

Beyond the circles and walls trapping party-goers inside, people in the streets are dropping like flies, silver bullets finding the heart of every target they seek. Sophie Deveraux is gambling her neck against Katherine Pierce’s legendary knack for self-preservation. Unfortunately for her, it’s a gamble she loses when a shot by the sniper lands a little too close to home, and Katherine unleashes her temper via her teeth, incapacitating Sophie with a particularly vicious bite to the neck in order to get away and get free of the sniper’s line of sight. 

Jackson Kenner is bleeding out, which is slightly uncomfortable since his abilities for regeneration won’t allow that. It seems to be the only thing his healing can handle because the bullet which tore through his shoulder was silver. With every ounce of blood that bleeds out, he edges closer and closer to unconsciousness, but wolves are still dying around him. All he can do is sit there and watch. There’s another wolf nearby, however. Isaac Lahey takes in the carnage and knows it has to be the ancestors. Part of him screams to leave, to run, to hide, but the other part of him, the part that had to figure out how to suture himself, the part that learned how to dress his own wounds sees the bodies in the street and can’t bear to leave them behind. He runs to the closest, and finds Jackson struggling to breathe in the front of a car, two dead wolves in the seats behind him. Despite the carnage that is Jackson’s shoulder, and the dead wolves in the backseat, Isaac can smell alpha, and fights his apprehension to see how he can help. 

Back inside, with the blaze beginning to pick up pace in the back rooms of the opera house, Evelyn Jones has finally come back to herself. She’s been used by the ancestors and now has been discarded like a child’s forgotten toy. Terrified, and feeling not a little sick, Evelyn races to get out of the Opera House, and return to the sanctuary of her home, where monsters and magic can’t find her. Only when she approaches the door... it’s like she can feel them there, keeping her out. As though her child can feel her panic, she feels a flutter, her baby answering her prayers, calling out for help. As it happens, something hears her child’s wordless cry. Lydia Martin has been resolutely ignoring the anxiety growing in her chest, the voices in her ear whispering more and more urgently with every minute. She doesn’t want to hear them, doesn’t want to know the horrors they speak, but even if she did, the small white pill she took won’t allow her to. The whispers are murky, consonants catching in fog, vowels swallowed up in smoke. After hours of enduring it, the whispers she can’t quite catch are beginning to drive her mad. Despite herself, she starts to strain her ears, trying to decipher the whispers. She moves closer and closer, winding her way through the tumultuous crowd, toward the voices, toward Evelyn. Whatever death is in her seems to be echoed in Evelyn, and that Death does not want anymore added to its ranks tonight. The two of them face down the invisible magic keeping them in and       t e a r     i t     d o w n. 

After his conversation with Chris, Marcel Gerard knows exactly who he’s going tear limb from limb. Kate Argent’s days are numbered, and if Marcel has anything to say about it that number is zero. Luckily for him, Kate’s put down her sniper rifle and is coming for her brother. She may not be known for her soft heart, but even she won’t condemn her own blood to the fiery death those locked inside are doomed to. She’s confident the ancestors will let her pass their human-proof gates, but little does she know that gate has been reduced to metaphorical cinders. Marcel can smell her the minute she steps foot in the opera house. She might as well consider herself dead where she stands, or worse. 

[felledpsychic-blog]

The Inferno | Open

A panicked Ric raced towards the venue of the Jazz Concert. It wasn’t far from the bar, so he left the car and beat feet, instead. Something was going down, he had no idea what but it had to be there and it had to be tonight. but what if it hadn’t happened yet?...how was he going to explain it? “Sorry man, you’ve gotta let me in without an invite because I’ve got a bad feeling about this” Fucking great. It didn’t matter, though, he’d figure it out. All he knew was he had to get there. 

Thank God for his regular training, because he made short work of what would otherwise be a mediocre run and when he burst through the front doors, he knew something wasn’t right. The air around the building was buzzing with so much psychic energy, it felt electric on his skin. Finding the door was short work, and he took towards it with a running start...only to be thrown backwards by an invisible barrier. “What the-” His gaze cast frantically around, looking for anyone he knew. Maybe Chris or John, was he here? Was Evelyn? Oh God, the baby...His eyes kept darting until he turned and bumped straight into someone...

[isaac--lahey]

Fashionably Late .: Isaac&Jackson

It was unusual for Bonnie not to have least let him know if he had the place to himself for the night. But as the hours ticked by there was no note, no text, nothing to provide any sort of clue as to where his host had gone for the evening. And while it was nice to have a place to crash, Isaac was bored. It was too dark to continue his efforts of mapping out the Bayou and without any magic to practice with, he needed to find something to do before he went stir crazy. And while his magic seemed to be inaccessible, it wouldn’t hurt to have a look at one of Bonnie’s spell books while she was away…

Flipping through the pages, a piece of paper with some hastily scrawled writing fell to the floor and landed lightly at his feet. Isaac recognized witch’s handwriting - but it wasn’t a spell of any kind. It was a location, the Opera House, a time, and…..an all too familiar name: Davina Claire. Was this where Bonnie had gone for the night? Davina’s event at the Opera house?

While he knew he lacked an invitation himself, a walk into town couldn’t hurt. After all it was dark and he could easily blend in if needed. It would be worth the risk if he could manage to see Davina

For the most part, many of the streets were deserted as most of the residents were in for the night and the shops closed. A couple of shady figures here and there but nothing unusual until he drew closer to the Opera House. He heard the shots whistling through the air before the building came into sight. But that wasn’t anything compared to the voices, full of pain and suffering, that grew louder and louder the closer he got.

Ducking into a nearby alley that gave him a clear view of the scene unfolding, he watched a multitude of scenes unfold before him with an unreadable expression. People trying to escape but finding themselves stuck behind some sort of barrier. And not just people trying to leave, but those trying for the front door as well….He recognized powerful magic when he saw it. He pressed himself back into the shadows of the alley as a couple more shots rang out - peering up cautiously as he tried to locate the source of the gunfire. Maybe a boring night in would have been a better option…

But Bonnie was in there somewhere from what he could put together. And Davina. He needed to make sure the witches were okay in the midst of all this chaos. Taking a cautious step out onto the street, careful to stick to the shadows, he felt someone barrel into him in an attempt to get somewhere quickly. He quickly regained himself and watched as the figure ran off down the street, obviously scared of something.

When he turned back, the smell hit him almost has hard as the disappearing figure. Blood. A lot of it. The bitter and sharp smell made him want to run but he couldn’t. Not when there were people that could use his help and he could find his friends in the process. The smell grew stronger as he grew closer to the opera house, sticking to the shadows to remain undetected by the gunmen - until he found himself crouching down beside a parked car where the smell was originating from. And another scent, the same type that hit him whenever he talked with Derek…

Alpha.

The hairs on the back of his neck raised and he swallowed back the new sense of panic that ran over him as he questioned himself for the hundredth time why he didn’t stay in the Bayou tonight. Picking his gaze up slightly, he caught sight of the two bodies in the backseat and quickly assessed there wasn’t much he could do for them. But there was someone in the front seat - the one that exuded the powerful smell of an alpha and blood.

Moving silently, he brought himself up to the window and into eye line of the injured wolf - hopefully in a non-aggressive or threatening manner - and raised his hands in innocence. “I can help…” he murmured, his eyes unflinching but wary as he waited to see how his aid would be received.

@jacksonxkenner