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For Kate Fuller )

[After she's been found and given an explanation--well, it doesn't actually do much to help Cami feel better. Certainly she's been through a physical ordeal, her skin eeriely pale as she appears over the network. The bandage on her neck is a clear indication of the cause, particularly to any who come from a world like hers, full of vampires and werewolves and witches.

Yet somehow she's ended up in a place seemingly more insane. That's something she's clearly trying to come to terms with, given the way she struggles for words during the first few seconds of her broadcast.]

Okay. So, somehow I've ended up in...Wonderland? [No, she still doesn't believe it, deep down hoping for the relief of someone calling her crazy. But she continues on; the girl who'd found her, Kate, sounded so certain. Cami can't help the pang of guilt she feels for wanting her to be wrong.] And I've already heard that it's supposed to be some wacked out magical prison that brings people in from varying realities.

Supposedly there might be people from the same place I'm from: New Orleans. On Earth. [Since again, she's supposedly not. Cami shakes her head, frustrations mounting as she forces herself to continue on.] Although I almost hope there aren't, because if they hear this they're going to think I've lost my mind. But whatever this is, I need to get in touch with them and make sure they're okay.

[Because that's what counts in the end, isn't it? If this is some sort of hallucination or actual, impossible occurance, Cami knows how much danger they were all in just before she woke here. Mikael had the stake and the blade, he knew Klaus was coming, he planned everything out and he really was homocidally nuts. She doesn't want to show it over a network of strangers, but Cami's afraid of what's happened back home, even more than she is of her current situation.]

So, if someone knows the Mikaelsons or Marcel Gerard, or a girl named Davina Claire, I'd really appreciate it if you could point me in their direction.

[She hesitates again, presses her lips together as she considers sending out a message to those people directly--to Klaus--but instead she simply ends the feed there. Hopefully it's enough.]


Nov. 11th, 2014 07:46 pm
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[ Hayley's looking a little frazzled when she opens a video feed on her phone but it's been a really long day and apparently it's a long way from over. ]

I know this is probably going to sound like a really random request, but are there any hackers here? Or people who are good with rigging technology to do things they technically... can't, normally?

...Failing that, I could also use a magic user. Someone who could do a locator spell. Thanks.
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exposition and brother issues )
[ Elijah takes his brother backwards until he slams Klaus into a wall hard and that’s when the communicator tumbles from Klaus’ pocket. It flips on and for a moment all the viewers can see are their feet and legs. The network now has a show to watch. ]

Do not compare Joanna to whatever backroom barmaid you've compelled into bed. Do you understand me, brother?

[ Elijah’s reaction is just what he wanted, and he reaches up to grab his brother’s wrists, twisting so his tight grip is loosened enough so Klaus can push Elijah back, giving himself some space.

Kneeling down, he takes the communicator, about to put it right back in his pocket when he notices that it’s turned on. There’s a hint of a smirk on his mouth as he places it on the counter, angling it so their audience can have a better view of the show.

Seems as though we have a few more matters to discuss. [ Not even going to acknowledge any kind of understanding, not in front of who could be watching. Instead, he’s instantly in his brother’s face and pulling the same move as Elijah, slamming him against the opposite wall. Only this time, he brings his arm back to throw a solid punch at his brother’s jaw, the negative emotions that have been bottled up in him for the past few months finding an outlet in the attack.

Unfortunately for Elijah his little brother is more powerful than him. Though that isn't to say Elijah is some sort of pushover like most other vampires are to their family. He certainly knows where to push and pull on his brother. Years of training him has left him with some knowledge of the way his brother operates.

He takes two hits to the face before getting an arm up to shield his face and block the blows. He works a leg up between them and uses it to kick his brother across the kitchen and away from him. Elijah immediately blurs towards the counter and pulls a knife free from a drawer. It’s long and sharp. Probably used to cut meat, but he has other purposes for it. He throws it across the kitchen at Niklaus and takes a breath despite not needing it. ]

The only thing I wish to discuss with you is how to hurt you as you've hurt me. You daggered me and put me in a coffin, Niklaus. I wasn't even freed by your hand. How long would you have kept me in there, brother? As long as Finn was in his?

[ Klaus grunts as the knife embeds itself in his right shoulder. Gritting his teeth, he pulls it out slowly before his hand whips forward to shoot it right back in Elijah’s direction. ]

Of course not. [ And here he grins, a feral thing that has no hint of brotherly affection. ] Only a few centuries would have done you some good, Finn needed another nine hundred. Maybe then he would have developed a personality.

[ Which hadn't been his plan at all - he was only waiting. Another decision made in a long line of them that didn't net the result he wanted.

The knife actually hits Elijah low and in the gut. He sucks in a sharp breath and looks down at the handle protruding from his belly. He rips the blade free and throws it at the wall to his right. It embeds itself snugly.

You abuse our family like we’re you’re own personal toys. You ruin all of our chances at happiness simply because you grow bored. [ He wants to bring up Celeste, but he won’t. ] What was your ultimate plan with Joanna? Manipulate her until she can hardly think for herself? And why? All because I showed the slightest bit of interest in her? Can’t you ever just let us be happy, Niklaus?

[ Klaus’ eyes narrow into a glare. The irritation boiling just beneath his skin has the edges of his vision turning red, old resentment from years of feeling like he was in Elijah’s shadow coming up to the surface in a way it hasn't in some time. ]

Considering your history when it comes to the women you’re interested in, perhaps it would be wise for Joanna to steer clear of you. Though you have always had a fondness for the help, haven’t you?

[ Elijah stares long and hard at his brother. For a moment, he almost seems like he’s going to back off and return to his room. Instead though the veins appear around his eyes and his fangs appear. Elijah rarely loses control of himself like this. Calm and collected. He’s the picture of poise until you push him too far which is exactly what Niklaus has done.

Elijah blurs forward until he connects violently with his brother. He grabs him by his shirt again, but this time he throws him in the direction of the camera, which topples it to the floor once more causing it to flip off. Seems like Wonderland’s kitchen might be undergoing some Mikaelson remodeling. ]

[ooc: Any video or text or audio replies will be answered after they fight, and can be answered by either Elijah or Klaus unless it's specified. ALSO SORRY ABOUT THAT KITCHEN WONDERLAND.Red is Klaus, Blue is Elijah. ]


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