[ his lips twist into something resembling a scowl and a frown when he receives her message - his sister has taken the initiative to contact him, and it means something that softens him minutely. she's been in his thoughts the moment the downpour started, and it's been making him moody, truth be told. being cooped up isn't helping.
he's listless himself, having too much time to think. at the moment he's in his hut, working quietly on a charcoal landscape of this place. (it's a dark, empty, even violent interpretation.) ] Well, I suppose even inferior craftsmanship can be sufficient.
I'm supposed to ask you about time travel. I'm pretty sure you've got no idea how to time travel, so sorry in advance, but at this point, anything's worth a shot. ლ(ಠ_ಠლ)
[ has klaus mentioned his 1000-year-old patience has not yet entirely extended to these emoticon faces? he misses handwriting letters at times; there's a respect for language to be found in them.
also what ] Well, time travel is a concept originally popularized by H.G. Wells' 'The Time Machine' at the turn of the 20th century. Personally, I found the tale more a commentary on humanity's barbarism than the downfalls of a capitalist society, but to each his own.
I have deadline requests for the maps. Apparently we're the only two capable of translating the world around us into two dimensions and recording it on paper or leather.
My frustration is not with you, of course, and I hope this finds you well as one can be in such a situation.
[See, she still has manners despite her silly annoyance.]
[ manners or not, klaus finds himself smiling at her frustrations with mediocrity when he receives the message, and responds promptly. ] I am well, Velma; thank you, and I offer my sympathies. I suppose the common masses want what they want, when they want it. I hope you are well besides this trouble. When's the deadline?
[It takes her a few days and really, staying with Rebekah has been nice. It's been easy to just hide with her and not think about how to tell Klaus about what happened. She hasn't had to think about it. Hasn't had to think about how much it hurts to be without her daughter.
Stefan is going to stay with Rebekah, though and so she can't hide forever.]
I was told you were here, but I'm still vague on the when part. So a direct question seemed best. What's the last thing you remember from back home?
[ klaus hasn't had the luxury of not thinking about his daughter, or of hayley, of elijah. of course, he's found himself distractions and imperatives to see to while he's here. (and all for them.) he's compelled informants and staged attempts at garnering information. he's made tentative friends and kept tabs on their enemies. he's spent every waking moment putting on a smile and a charade in the hope and fear of this very moment.
she must have been here for days. it's not hard to figure. he knows just as well as any when the new arrivals came, and it's a wonder he didn't spot her. how did he not find her?
what the true wonder is, is how through the terror and rage he feels, he can react so calmly. ]
[ thanks for pointing the obvious magic user/illusionist of some sort to him, damon. not that... it wasn't a public viewing anyway but now at least he knows to whom daniel humphrey was referring, most like. more over he's a bit bothered by damon contacting him for some reason or another, in light of recent events. (that being hayley's arrival.)
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A bit ostentatious for the network, I agree. [ says the two most ostentatious people ever. ]
[ call him moody at the moment, but his reaction to caroline's text is something like wondering what this could be about now. he sighs reading it, his jaw tightening with decision before pressing the necessary buttons to simply call her. (he hasn't heard much from her since their time in the woods and truly he hasn't expected to. and lately he's been occupied, after all.
yet apparently he can't resist her or his curiosity.) ]
Proper conversations usually start with greetings and a few pleasantries. 'Hello, Caroline. How've you been since last?' Like that.
[ also ftr he's in his hut alone and sketching. no one is surprised. ]
[ His week of self loathing has led to this. He's drunk thanks to Piper keeping him in alcohol. Of course he can't get drunk-drunk, but he's feeling good, his impulse control is at a nil (which is his natural state, anyway, let's be honest here) and he's decided that scrolling through the network isn't interesting. Caroline's MIA. His brother's MIA. He probably slept with Elena because he sent him there and doesn't he deserve that. Needless to say, his hand hovers over a familiar number. ]
So, I'm sitting here, realizing that I haven't heard from anyone in a week, and, while I know the reason, I like to think it's because you finally snapped killed everyone and are keeping them in this perpetual dead-alive state in a hovel you've carved out. You know, like coffins but - holes in the ground. Now, I could just say give everyone back, stay away from Elena, we could go back and forth, you'd find me, strangle me, threaten me.
[ he pauses ] And then it occurs to me. Obviously, you've been playing nice for weeks. So, it's me. And I'm fine. I'm drinking. I had my manwhore sex and I'm the bad guy, but I just find it laughable that more people don't see you as the bad guy. Yep, I've killed and maimed and kidnapped. Hell, I tortured a college professor even though I haven't lived it yet. And yet, everyone continues to give you a pass. My brother schtups your sister. You get to do whatever you want, paint snowflakes, over-accessorize.
And I'm here, thinking, how, yeah I do bad things. I'm a bad guy. But, you're a worse guy and that should be worth something. Maybe it's because you're bad with a purpose or, maybe it's because you have an accent.
Sooner or later, we'll all sleep with one another here. Can't pretend we won't. Maybe you'll finally get Caroline where you want her. If I can return to that well, then maybe all hope isn't lost for your obsession, that, frankly, I don't understand. There's hotter out there. Older. Darker. More women I'd assume would be your speed. Or, guys. Who knows. You are, like, a thousand. I'm sure you've dipped your toe into the male gene pool once or twice. And, if not, welcome home because that happens.
[ his head lolls to the side, eyes dropping down. ]
My bottle's empty. You never take something for granted like good bourbon until you get dropped into Little House on the Pornographic Prairie. This is what I get for having my summer of Elena Gilbert sex while my brother starved in a safe thanks to Silas. Fucking Silas. [ He pauses again, looking at the phone, bringing it back to his ear. ]
Guess this thing never cuts you off. [ he expected it to cut him off. a beat. ] Huh. [ he shrugs, getting up to set his empty bottle in his empty liquor cabinet. that's his life now. ] Hope everything for you is awful and overaccessorized.
[ even through his rage, klaus knows what damon wants, listening to the rather winded message left for him. the truth of the matter is he has no reason to respond immediately; simply waiting as his half-formed plan might've dictated until the end of this inconvenient month would have been just as effective.
perhaps it was the needling reminder of his sister and stefan. (he's known for awhile, but he doubts damon's aware of it and aimed to infuriate him.) perhaps it was the confession about caroline, the confirmation of what he'd already dreaded and suspected, rubbed eagerly in his face. (he certainly doesn't appreciate the disparaging remarks about her beauty either, but he supposes to each his own.) (he does not suppose that. :| damon doesn't deserve her light; wouldn't know how to appreciate it.) (he's also taking note of this safe business with stefan and silas, by the way.)
he decides he can weather it, whatever unwelcome thoughts about damon salvatore this may bring. he's resisted before, a few times at this point; what's once more for a worthwhile cause?
klaus almost feels sorry for the fellow when he arrives at his hut, quickly and silently into the moonlit space. this is as much a favor and a pittance as it is a convenient lesson in manners. despite himself he can't deny the stirrings and near-sympathy he feels spotting damon dejected and alone. (the hatred and envy and intent manifest as something else entirely.) but neither can he ignore the measure of rage he's been tending or the ideas he's considered to feed them.
he stands silently, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze dark and wrathful as he waits for damon to acknowledge him.
[ It is a little while after Elijah emerges from the labyrinth that his brother will receive this call. He's done his fair share of nosing around by now and is largely caught up. Of course he's deeply displeased with most of what he learns -- particularly that his family is trapped here -- but there is also a selfish kind of relief that accompanies this discovery. ]
[ he supposes it was only a matter of time before his noble, industrious brother showed up, particularly on the heels of hayley. this is what he supposes along with the pang of irritation (and shame and rage and grief of the events that have transpired, despite how he hasn't lived them) it seems only elijah, his beloved big brother, can rouse in him - if only for a moment. ]
[ he'll take the topic of her unexpected call as an indication she hasn't heard about damon. why are you calling, caroline. (apparently his brother's arrival has gotten around far and wide.) ] So it would seem.
[ truth be told he was expecting something a little more vitriolic, a little more passionate. color him mildly disappointed that caroline's inevitable knowledge of damon's punishment didn't warrant a storming visit.
(it was about control and his lack of it. it was about testing the strength of the gods. it was about his anger and pride.
it was about her.) ]
You were in no position to doll out the most fitting punishment.
[ ftr so far he is enjoying a drunk kenzi. listening to her slur and curse after he picked up in the middle of painting is quite entertaining. he's smiling to himself as he brings his brush back to the canvas. ]
[She had seen him leave, but she was still having fun meeting people. Then Allison briefly mentioned that Stefan wasn't a big fan of Klaus. The word 'psycho' was tossed into the mild warning, but from what Lydia had seen of him (spoiler: all of him) she doesn't think he rings true as 'psycho'.
But, in all honesty, she dated Aidan and Jackson. On her way back from the evening, she sends him a message.
In Archaic Latin.]
you left the party early. I didn't get to wish you a good night.
I think there might of been a mix up, I got one of your paintings. [She doesn't actually sound all that bothered by it, but she's a brat and why not let him no she got his ridiculous post modern snowflake?]
As you are well aware, our brother is a Libra -- you would do well to avoid him until his time passes. From what I understand siblings don't get spared from the monthly influence.
[She's still working all the angles, but she feels as if she needs to let Isaac know about her progress. Not that he needs details, but maybe he needs a small incentive.]
I want you to know that most nights Allison and I sleep in the same bed. I've gotten to know all of her curves.
What do you feel like eating tonight? Now that I have my real bow here I think I could probably get one of those bird things -- might be a nice change.
Congrats to you and my brother reliving your bloody bloody roaring twenties. Putting his inevitable moving on aside (he always does), care to share how his blood moderation is going?
[ klaus is pretty sure he'd remember reliving the twenties with stefan
the second part of this makes who the intended recipient is pretty clear
also he does happen to agree that stefan is undoubtedly transitory in nature and exceedingly fickle, nearly as much as rebekah herself, and yet coming from damon he doesn't quite like the attitude ]
I'd like to know as well. Had he been falling off the wagon at home?
[It's Nik's birthday. Rebekah can't risk going to see him though, not after the last time. Still, when she knows he'll be out she ends up at his hut leaving his copy of The Prince by Machiavelli on the doorstep along with a small note that will simply say "Happy Birthday" in it.
She hopes that he doesn't have to spend it alone.]
[ he knows what this is and who it's from even before he picks it up, as if her presence has lingered in the gesture, and he supposes in that sentimental way he'd rather discount it has. he feels as if a hand tightens around his throat when he picks it up and opens it to the old, soft parchment of the title page. it's his copy -- something old and personal.
he reads the note. rebekah.
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he's listless himself, having too much time to think. at the moment he's in his hut, working quietly on a charcoal landscape of this place. (it's a dark, empty, even violent interpretation.) ] Well, I suppose even inferior craftsmanship can be sufficient.
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So, I'm sitting here, realizing that I haven't heard from anyone in a week, and, while I know the reason, I like to think it's because you finally snapped killed everyone and are keeping them in this perpetual dead-alive state in a hovel you've carved out. You know, like coffins but - holes in the ground. Now, I could just say give everyone back, stay away from Elena, we could go back and forth, you'd find me, strangle me, threaten me.
[ he pauses ] And then it occurs to me. Obviously, you've been playing nice for weeks. So, it's me. And I'm fine. I'm drinking. I had my manwhore sex and I'm the bad guy, but I just find it laughable that more people don't see you as the bad guy. Yep, I've killed and maimed and kidnapped. Hell, I tortured a college professor even though I haven't lived it yet. And yet, everyone continues to give you a pass. My brother schtups your sister. You get to do whatever you want, paint snowflakes, over-accessorize.
And I'm here, thinking, how, yeah I do bad things. I'm a bad guy. But, you're a worse guy and that should be worth something. Maybe it's because you're bad with a purpose or, maybe it's because you have an accent.
Sooner or later, we'll all sleep with one another here. Can't pretend we won't. Maybe you'll finally get Caroline where you want her. If I can return to that well, then maybe all hope isn't lost for your obsession, that, frankly, I don't understand. There's hotter out there. Older. Darker. More women I'd assume would be your speed. Or, guys. Who knows. You are, like, a thousand. I'm sure you've dipped your toe into the male gene pool once or twice. And, if not, welcome home because that happens.
[ his head lolls to the side, eyes dropping down. ]
My bottle's empty. You never take something for granted like good bourbon until you get dropped into Little House on the Pornographic Prairie. This is what I get for having my summer of Elena Gilbert sex while my brother starved in a safe thanks to Silas. Fucking Silas. [ He pauses again, looking at the phone, bringing it back to his ear. ]
Guess this thing never cuts you off. [ he expected it to cut him off. a beat. ] Huh. [ he shrugs, getting up to set his empty bottle in his empty liquor cabinet. that's his life now. ] Hope everything for you is awful and overaccessorized.
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perhaps it was the needling reminder of his sister and stefan. (he's known for awhile, but he doubts damon's aware of it and aimed to infuriate him.) perhaps it was the confession about caroline, the confirmation of what he'd already dreaded and suspected, rubbed eagerly in his face. (he certainly doesn't appreciate the disparaging remarks about her beauty either, but he supposes to each his own.) (he does not suppose that. :| damon doesn't deserve her light; wouldn't know how to appreciate it.) (he's also taking note of this safe business with stefan and silas, by the way.)
he decides he can weather it, whatever unwelcome thoughts about damon salvatore this may bring. he's resisted before, a few times at this point; what's once more for a worthwhile cause?
klaus almost feels sorry for the fellow when he arrives at his hut, quickly and silently into the moonlit space. this is as much a favor and a pittance as it is a convenient lesson in manners. despite himself he can't deny the stirrings and near-sympathy he feels spotting damon dejected and alone. (the hatred and envy and intent manifest as something else entirely.) but neither can he ignore the measure of rage he's been tending or the ideas he's considered to feed them.
he stands silently, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze dark and wrathful as he waits for damon to acknowledge him.
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So. Hiii. Hello. This is Kenzi...wait. You prob know that. Like, duh you do.
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Hello, Kenzi.
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But, in all honesty, she dated Aidan and Jackson. On her way back from the evening, she sends him a message.
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you left the party early. I didn't get to wish you a good night.
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My apologies, and from what I can assume was my unfortunate loss as well.
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I'd like to know as well. Had he been falling off the wagon at home?
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