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entranceway2014-09-22 07:39 pm
hybrida) wrote in entranceway2014-09-22 07:39 pm
001 ♚ [video & action]
[ After calming down from his initial arrival, and learning just exactly where he is, Klaus thought it was about time to check out this little communicator he'd been given. The recent troubles with the mirror side and the riddle are none of his concern, since that was before his arrival, no matter how recent.
When the video starts, he looks to be in deep concentration. An expression that soon changes into something a little more smug when he notices it's working. ]
I'm to understand this broadcast can be seen by all who have the unfortunate luck to be here. [ He seems pretty amiable, leaning back a little in his chair as he rubs a hand over his chin. ] I'll admit, this isn't my preferred method of communication, but I believe there's a saying about Romans and what not that would apply to the situation.
[ Klaus glances over his shoulder, obviously looking at someone off camera, and his mouth curves into a smirk that seems at odds with his friendly behavior. ]
This is as good a time as any for me to get to know everyone, isn't it? So, out with it. Tell me something about yourselves. [ In truth, he really isn't interested in facts or making new friends - he's there to observe and judge his fellow captives. ] As for myself, my name is Klaus. I assume several of you have met my brother, Elijah.
[ Anyone who's had a run-in with Elijah will be getting extra attention from Klaus, how lucky for them. ]
If you would all indulge me just a bit, I would be most grateful.
[ He doesn't sound grateful - he sounds just the slightest bit condescending. He ends the feed there.
It's entirely possible if anyone happens to make their way to the fifth floor bar, he'll be parked right at the counter, downing a few glasses of scotch. ]
When the video starts, he looks to be in deep concentration. An expression that soon changes into something a little more smug when he notices it's working. ]
I'm to understand this broadcast can be seen by all who have the unfortunate luck to be here. [ He seems pretty amiable, leaning back a little in his chair as he rubs a hand over his chin. ] I'll admit, this isn't my preferred method of communication, but I believe there's a saying about Romans and what not that would apply to the situation.
[ Klaus glances over his shoulder, obviously looking at someone off camera, and his mouth curves into a smirk that seems at odds with his friendly behavior. ]
This is as good a time as any for me to get to know everyone, isn't it? So, out with it. Tell me something about yourselves. [ In truth, he really isn't interested in facts or making new friends - he's there to observe and judge his fellow captives. ] As for myself, my name is Klaus. I assume several of you have met my brother, Elijah.
[ Anyone who's had a run-in with Elijah will be getting extra attention from Klaus, how lucky for them. ]
If you would all indulge me just a bit, I would be most grateful.
[ He doesn't sound grateful - he sounds just the slightest bit condescending. He ends the feed there.
It's entirely possible if anyone happens to make their way to the fifth floor bar, he'll be parked right at the counter, downing a few glasses of scotch. ]
[Video]
His friendly facade doesn't waver. The annoyance is there, just under the surface, at the stranger's obvious challenge, but why let the chance for a bit of banter pass him by? ]
It really depends on the situation. When I find such a captive audience, how could I not? [ Captive is certainly the word for all of their circumstances, even his. A fact that isn't quite so pleasing to Klaus.
Taking a moment to study the image on his screen, he has to wonder if the man he's speaking to feels the same. ]
I'm curious. What exactly do you think about our current predicament here? I'm sure some would find it more desirable than what they left behind.
[ He's well aware of just what sort of nastiness life tends to throw in the way. Considering the amount of people he can hear on the fourth floor alone, there had to be some who came from a world much darker than this. ]
[Video]
[Really, it's like shooting fish in a barrel around here, and Angel's just been letting that opportunity go to waste.
He drums his fingers against his jawline as he again adopts a thoughtful expression, one that's fleeting at best.]
Personally? I'd say the place has charm.
[He grins broadly, and while there's no hint of fang or yellowed eyes, there's something distinctly predatory there.]
No Slayers, no gypsies, and limited places for people to hide. [There are times when subtlety seems to be distinctly lacking from his vocabulary. Often, he's convinced he doesn't need it.] A fella could get used to that kind of freedom. We might all be captives, but as prisons go--
[He shrugs, fluidly.]
I've spent more than a century inside of worse.
[Angel, he means you, you doughy-hearted son of a bitch.]
[Video]
Can't say I've ever been fond of gypsies myself. Or Travelers, for that matter. [ His younger brother, Kol, used to run around in those circles. Fat lot of good that did him. ] I'm not entirely pleased to find myself imprisoned, honestly. Despite the charm.
[ Understatement if there ever was one. He got all his yelling out of his system earlier - there'll probably be more in the coming days. ]
And how many centuries have you been alive, then?
[Video]
[Yeah, justice. If he'd had it in him, he'd have gone back and drained everyone in the camp dry, but their brand of punishment had made it next to impossible. The first meal he'd tried to grab for himself had sent pangs through him he hadn't understood, but he'd let them go. Darla and Dru had gone to demolish what was left of those gypsies -- a whole lot of good justice did them.]
Nobody's happy to be here, pal, you just gotta look on the bright side. Nobody else has anywhere to run.
[He smirks even as he shifts, his smile now baring fangs. In general, he was doing what he could to lay low -- but for the moment, with limited witnesses, he was damn well going to take the opportunity to be himself.]
Age is just a number, but long enough to be very, very good at what I do.
[He'd taken the piss out of overgrown mosquitoes three times his age.]
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Seems like this one in particular has a fondness for trapping victims, even. He could have use for someone like that, even in an area such as this where the dead return to life in a matter of days.
Angelus would be a fantastic scapegoat. ]
I suppose this is the part where I mention what sharp teeth you have. [ If they're playing this game, then he's in it to win it.
His expression changes, his fangs making their own sharp appearance. The veins beneath his eyes darken, his pupils turning gold. This is enough of a transformation to make his point, which is this - he's dangerous. Regardless if Angelus sees it that way or not. ] Seems mine are sharp as well. I expected a little more subtlety, but let's be honest - subtlety can be so dull.
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[Objectively, he has to keep at it to keep himself under the radar, enough to keep himself going. He's no Angel, but he can play the part for awhile if that's what it takes to keep someone from coming after him with a stake. Fine by him. Unlike his Mirror, he can weather a slow burn, even if it's frustrating and tries his patience after a given amount of time.
But subtlety is for everyone else. Right now, between the two of them, a little posturing was alright. Hell, he'd even say it was necessary.]
You try keepin' a low profile around here, see how far you get before you snap.
[He snaps his fingers -- for emphasis.]
Folks here got no idea what they're in for. That won't last long.
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Which leads to a very dangerous boiling point for one hybrid.
However, he is no fool. After discovering that, yes, even he can be victim to whatever forces are at work here, he got a handle on his temper. Somewhat. Enough to pull the mask of friendliness on. ]
And is this snapping a common occurrence around here? Seems to be a little too peaceful for such things. Unless what I've learned about these 'events' is true.
[ If there are any who conduct themselves in the manner he tends to do so, he wouldn't be surprised if a violent outburst was common. And yet, he hasn't been warned about such things - which means there just might be a loophole he needs to find. ]
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There've been incidents, but not enough to talk about.
[The Valentine's Day murder spree, the string of more selective murders that's made itself apparent in recent months -- they're nothing by his standards. Short-lived temper tantrums by humans who've reached the end of their rope, maybe, but not what he would call real carnage. People weren't even stopping to enjoy those violent urges-- murder meant things were over far too quick.
Mortals suffer and then they die. Their lights can be snuffed out in an instant if you're not careful, but if you are? You can make it last for weeks. Months. There's so much more to it than the taking of life, more to it than food. Pain is something to be savored. It's an art form.]
These meatsacks think the worst thing they've got to worry about is meeting some crazy in a dark hallway and finding themselves on the wrong end of his knife-- or pick-axe.
[That had been a fun twist, at least. He'd been able to appreciate the ruthlessness of it.]
Thing is, if we're talking real violence? Half of them don't even know the meaning of the word.
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There had been too much enjoyment had that indicated otherwise.
This leads to Klaus being just a bit more interested in this stranger than usual. There's no shortage of vicious vampires, though the vampire population as a whole has seemed to have lost much of its bloodlust. The ever changing world, becoming more tame as the years pass. ]
A pick axe? That's an interesting choice for a weapon. A bit archaic for my tastes, but I do prefer a sword if there must be a weapon involved. I can be sentimental about such things.
[ Yes, because violence is something to be sentimental about. ]
You said you've been playing subtle for a week, but you speak like you've been here for quite a while. Why is that?
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[As far as he's concerned, a sword falls right in line with the rest of the days of yore crap -- but he'll admit, they are fun. Angel's prone to using them while he's out hunting his own kind. Angelus is more interested in the things they can do when he has the opportunity to take his time -- killing someone is easy. Snap a few bones, break a neck -- it's done in a matter of seconds and he doesn't need anything but his bare hands, but weapons open up all kinds of possibilities.]
You've still got a little Old World in you.
[And he's not just talking about the accent. When the question comes, he lets out a low chuckle, mirthless and long-suffering. God, he's been here forever, trapped on the inside and looking out while Angel prances around the place like some friggin' overgrown good fairy in a trenchcoat.]
Oh, I've been here a long time -- a whole year. Just haven't been myself.
[He taps one of his temples with his index finger.]
Let's say I was hitching a ride, but wasn't allowed in the driver's seat until recently.
is he on a stripper pole in that icon because that's what i'm assuming.
Just a bit. I blame it on my sentimentality. [ Which is an absolute lie.
If Klaus is assuming correctly, which naturally he thinks he is, then certainly this has to be tied to this one's distaste of gypsies. ]
And what exactly put you back in that driver's seat?
HE'S IN A CAGE, YOU DICK.
[Like chainsaws and blowtorches. Things he really, really could have made excellent use of in the powdered wig days.]
A curse.
[You got it, Klaus. It's those damn gypsies.]
Got myself cursed to have a soul and get all weepy over humanity. Real buzzkill, lemme tell you.
BUT HIS EXPRESSION CLEARLY SAYS 'STRIPPER POLE'
I've some experience in such things. Broke a curse on myself not too long ago, in fact. A pesky thing, courtesy of my own mother. [ There's a hint of old bitterness in his tone there that quickly disappears as he continues. ] I suppose souls can be a burden at times - all those emotions weighing one down can be hell for a predator such as a vampire.
[ Not that he's one to talk. ]
DIE IN A FIRE, KLAUS.
Huh. The hell does a guy have to do to get cursed by his own mom.
[It's a legit question. How in the hell, Klaus.]
The guilt is enough to turn even the most experienced killer into a wet blanket. Suddenly feeding like a normal vampire was out of the question, it was all eating rats and saving puppies. Pathetic.
[Especially the puppy part. Angel, you're literally the worst.]
CAN'T, HE'S IMMORTAL :D
[ A big, long, ugly story he doesn't wish to recount for anyone is not on the table right now. His existence was enough to cause his mother some sort of shame, he supposes. The fact that saying no to Mikael's demands for the curse to be placed was not an option probably accounts for some of it, but he has no sympathy for Esther. ]
Rats. [ There's a hint of distaste in his voice at that one. ] I would think there are better options if one insists on feeding from animals.
>:O
[Talk about disciplinarian households.]
No kidding. Rats are the bottom of the barrel -- but apparently, that's all he thought he deserved. [He, not I. Never 'I'.] Lowly scum of the earth, crying his little vampire heart out over the pain and suffering of the human condition. Took him a god damn century to upgrade to swine.
[Guess who's still not thrilled about the diet.]
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Yes, those vampires do tend to have a smidgen of a martyr complex.
[ So boring. All that guilt lays heavy after so long, why not shrug it off. ]
Good thing you're out and able to enjoy a proper meal.
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[There's always one, isn't there. Some wet blanket who has to ruin it for everyone else.]
In a manner of speaking. Draw too much attention too soon and it could be curtains for the both of us, pal -- in the sense that the eagle scouts around here will suck every ounce of joy possible out of our afterlives if there's no foothold first.
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[ The biggest wet blanket of them all is someone he once considered friend. Still does, in some manner at least. He's sure Stefan would vehemently deny any friendship between them. ]
Low profile does seem to be what is needed here so far. [ Klaus doesn't seem surprised - he's been able to pick out at least ten different people by the sounds of their footsteps in the hallways. Surely there is much more than that, if the scents in the air are anything to go by. ] Not my usual preference, but it won't do to have a witch hunt started.
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[Annoying, though, and always sticking their noses in and meddling where they're not wanted.]
Well, it's been fun, but I've got places to be, friends to to check in on-- not mine, but you know. Figure I should keep tabs on Angel's buddies while he's stepped out.
[Permanently, if he gets his way.]
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Then I won't keep you much longer. [ It'll be interesting to run into this one again. ] I'm sure we'll see each other another time.
[ And he ends the feed. ]