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Post by Katherine Pierce on Oct 29, 2017 20:20:27 GMT
 | After walking for a while in New Orleans, Katherine knew she needed to make known to Klaus that she was here in his city and that she wasn't quite ready to leave yet as she wanted to play a game with him, in hoping he'd play on her terms for she is truly a master in her own games as well as he is a master in his own games. She smirks to herself as she waltz in the bar and made her stop at the bartender bar and decided to order a bourbon as she sent a little text to Klaus, "Hello Niklaus, miss me?" Katherine knew it was a dangerous game that she was playing but she didn't care one bit about what he would do to her, not even a little when she has a hold over his daughter and the whereabouts of her.
Katherine decided to compel the waitress not to scream as she fed on her, not caring of the witness as she wasn't in the mood to compel every passerby who'd ran out screaming about a monster in Rousseau's drinking blood from a mere human person. Deciding to use the female human as a blood bag, Katherine fed the human her blood to heal her only to go right back to feeding on her as she was enjoying her time wisely while she waited for the big bad hybrid to show up. |
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Post by Niklaus Mikaelson on Oct 30, 2017 17:58:06 GMT
"IT SEEMS YOU PEOPLE RESPOND BEST TO DISPLAYS OF VIOLENCE" Niklaus had just about had it with the multiple arguments and all the bull thrown at him for being who he was. Rightfully he knew that raw power would make anyone bow, but taking it as far as having a history with your enemies was something different. Katherine had taken it way too far and he admitted it was a bold move of her of going after his daughter Hope. As he was situated within the walls of his home he managed to separate himself from the stress long enough to get pulled back in once more. His phone dinged and an eerie feeling fell upon his aura. Katherine.
‘Hello Niklaus, miss me?’ the text read. He had every mind to give her a call but instead, he played the little game and went out for a little hunt. Last, he heard she was last seen with Marcel and well He had thought that she may be in and out of the city. Something told him that may not be the case this time, especially with her communicating as if she were right there in front of him. He sighed lightly and stepped to grab his coat quickly pausing midway to respond a text in return. “Where are you?” is all that he managed to text back just in case he would have been wasting his time and in case he didn't get to the proper location. He sped off into the streets of New Orleans keeping his heightened listening attentive and aware to hear any ruckus that may be fluttering around because of her. He took his time going through the streets treading lightly not to alarm the public but faint screams and panic came from one direction. Rousseau’s.
He nodded his head in disappointment as one of his favorite spots within his beloved city was being tortured by none other than Katherine. After making his way through some of the last screaming civilian’s that were running out about a monster. With no time wasted he made his way into the doors of the bar seeing the human blood bag that she created by her. “Well well, having a lovely drink I see?” he sarcastically commented as he stood a distance away regardless of how badly he wanted to ring her neck.
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