1st ғʟɪʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ☽O☾ [video]

[malefice]

[ When the video feed comes to life, Isaac is lounging on a rather plush chair looking far more smug than he ever has in his life. He's got a cup of tea balancing on one of the arm rests and next to it a plate of biscuits - quite the sweet tooth at the moment apparently. Two things stick out like a sore thumb - the amount of stubble on the usually babyfaced teenager and the white gauze pad above his eyebrow. Of course when "Isaac" opens his mouth it becomes apparent quickly that either A) Isaac has developed a European accent or B) this isn't Isaac. ]

I'll say, one moment I was smack dab in The French Quarter and then I found myself here and I haven't a bloody clue how it happened.

[ He purses his lips a bit indignantly before speaking again. ]

And while I have to assume the company here is far superior to the company I was forced to keep there - I'm not a big fan of this unbreakable boundary spell. I'd like to meet the witch that cast it.

Comments

[malefice]

I'm sorry, did I strike a nerve? [ You know, for someone apologizing, he doesn't sound at all sorry. ]

Well, I'm not threatening you, you're just going to have to deal with it. I've got better things to do. [ Like make a dagger that he can stab Nik with. ]

Besides, I'm not like any of the witches you've met, Darling. [ Seeing as he's your dumbass brother, ya dumbass. ]

[equalmeasure]

[Of course he doesn't.]

If you had, I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of saying so. And I wouldn't be so sure-- I've met an awful lot of witches, 'darling.' What makes you think you're so terribly unique?

[SHE BETS YOU'RE NOT. Witches are a dime a dozen in New Orleans.]

[malefice]

[ Blah blah blah, do you like to hear yourself talk Beks? ]

Hmmm, well... [ Kol grins before tilting his head to the side as he looks up as if trying to recall. ] I'm sure you've never seen one as handsome as me.

[equalmeasure]

[Of course she does, she's a Mikaelson.

That remark only gets a heavy sigh in response, however-- as cute and clever as he may think he is, she's not impressed.]

This is a waste of my time.

[malefice]

That's right, you've got a quarterback to stalk, don't you?

[ He waves his hand at the feed as if urging her off, finished with her. ]

[equalmeasure]

[That only gets a narrowing of the eyes in reply -- before the feed promptly cuts out.

Rude, Kol. Rude.]