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Azarias Vie
 Posted: Jun 14, 2018 | 9:05 am
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Astro Projection was a psychic technique Azarias was adapt in. From psychometry to all sorts of ways of tuning in the demon knew just how to make psychic an almost offensive advantage to his lifestyle. The journey to understanding his own emotions, feelings, and thoughts verses the psychic information he would pick up actually groomed the hunter in the art of awareness. And on one gracious night like a few others before the blue eyed demon got himself into situations of bizarre flare. The demon was walking down a street late night in a mood of complete curiosity. It was just so much of New Orleans to feel - psychically of course. A genuine smile almost flashed through his face with a walk of confidence in a haze. The man was likely high, but moving on. As his intuition began slowly picking up unimportant details, figuring species, and just keeping his breathing in check.



Training never ended for this guy. Azarias was always pushing his abilities. It could never be enough. Then came an abrupt stop of physical movement. A mystical artifact of peculiar energy hummed through his energy field, causing the demon to change course. Azarias touched the building with his solid hands with the set intentions of tuning in. The connection was deeper but Azarias knew it got deeper - so onward he pushed. Once inside of the church Azarias made a chuckle to himself as an inside to his whereabouts in New Orleans. Going to church wasn't exactly his ideal spot Azarias decide was appealing. The energy got stronger, and Vie was beginning to feel a heavy resistance on the location but he managed to make his way to the center of the church. He pushed his senses outward and felt not a soul in the area. Secure. Azarias knew what psychic resistance was and knew it was rare but had a list of theories as to the how. But witches weren't' supposed to be doing magic right? Azarias stood for a second thinking of such possibilities. But then came the thought of Marcel the vampire big man shooting from his intuition. Maybe something to do with it? It was kind of in a hot spot of New Orleans. Why would something of Psychic Resistance value be anywhere in New Orleans without something linked to Marcel G?

Azarias shrugged at the theory.

Azarias couldn't figure out what needed to be done. Then it hit him hard. Azarias made his way into the confession booth and got really comfy. The psychic energy needed his full attention. It started with simple breathing. Connected with his higher self, Azarias channeled the building to bridge a stronger connection. He found another peculiar energy signature attached to the first mystical energy signature. The later energy signature was actually more understandable and easy to tap into. But Azarias and his intuition however couldn't exactly sense any information from the targeted signature; however, instead it allowed a deeper option. Azarias in his own state of meditation choose a deeper option. And then his higher self propelled him through his psychic link straight to the source.


Azarias was expecting such and was actually almost a little unprepared. Complimented by nothing but a blue sleeveless shirt and black pants with durable black running shoes. Azarias's essence followed the flow to the purest form of the energy he seek. Then a flash - And then Azarias was back on his feet. With absolutely no idea where he is. To Azarias it was the best part of being psychic - The adventure.

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Elijah Mikaelson
 Posted: Jun 16, 2018 | 9:14 am
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In that moment of hesitation when the dagger had been removed by Davina, not only had it not been replaced properly but the weapon had lost its effect on him due to the dagger not being dipped in white oak ash before it was replaced. Luckily for Davina, because daggering an Original could have proven quite eventful, if not brought death, to her. Only another original or humans could use the daggers without such effects. Even though witches were human the daggers would feed on their power and cause weakness. The only thing that slowed down the process of his body restoring was the fact that the dagger was still placed at an angle where it was piercing his heart and slowing his blood down from taking its normal route.

Elijah found it difficult to do anything about it in his current state, simply because his coffin had been locked from the outside and it provided little room to move when the coffin was made to match his body perfectly. Although unknown to anyone, Elijah had been listening to conversations between Marcel and this witch known as Davina for a little over two weeks now. The fact that desiccation had begun to set in didn’t help this matter either, due to his physiology being forced to feed upon itself in order to survive. He might be an Original, but he still suffered this enervating weakness. Waiting patiently with his memories to keep him company for someone to make a mistake. A slight tedious situation he found himself in by his brother’s hands yet again. His eyes closed and he found himself drifting…

1919: The Masquerade Ball
Elijah stood in the shadows, looking out over the dance below him. He rested one hand on the tapestry and in his other hand was a glass of the very best spirit that was on offer. His family sure knew how to pull off a night to remember in the city that belonged to the Mikaelson’s. It was a good evening for appearances to keep. He watched Rebekah enjoying the evening, he smiled to himself, she deserved it and to be happy for just one night. His eyes found his younger brother, if anything was going to start this evening, Niklaus would be the one starting it, like always. Elijah stepped out of the shadows with all grace of a man in control and made his way down the grand staircase. One step at a time. Until he was on the dance floor.

Humans were amongst vampires and some witches tonight. That is a step in the right direction for the cities peace. Surely it would impress the council. He acknowledged some familiar faces with a smile here and nod there, until he found an empty table and sat down. He sat very much like a proud man, legs crossed, one hand resting on his knee and the other on the table holding his drink. His beady eyes were taking in very part of the crowd. His enhanced hearing was picking up on various conversations in the room. About how tonight was a success, some various lowkey vampires making a joke about feeding on the humans, which would never happen while he was here to contain the situation. He heard some chatter about Rebekah and Marcel being together. There were mixed views. A white girl with a black man in this time was frowned upon. Elijah didn’t see what the whole fuss was about, if those said people could contemplate a vampire and werewolf hybrid. Especially when Niklaus kept denying Rebekah of a little happiness in her life. Thinking of Niklaus, he was ever so quiet, which Elijah, over the years, came to realise that a quiet Niklaus was either planning someone’s or something’s demise or painting a bigger picture, if words had poetic meaning or justice these days. Above all, that suggested his brother had something on his mind.

Rebekah’s voice cut through the air as she explained to Marcel, just behind where Elijah was sitting that she had encounter some man at the bar a year before. She also explained how he survived the influenza without being a vampire or no vampire blood in his system. An immortal? Something to do with magic maybe? Elijah cocked his head to the side slightly as this new information had intrigued him and he wanted to know more. Reliving old memories as dreams, Elijah could see what he had missed out on at the time. His eyes ran along the bar to the man in question. The room was rather smoky, yet colourful with the flamboyant dresses and formal suits. A very typical masquerade ball, where most vampires were showing their true faces. Dating back to the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, the masquerade ball began as part of Europe’s carnival season. Less high society and more cirque du celebration. Villagers would gather in masks and costumes to take part in elaborate pageants and glamorous processions.

Elijah stood not giving anything away, but he had a feeling that someone was watching him that shouldn’t be there. His instincts told him someone was tapping into this memory alongside him, maybe his mind too and that was certainly a way to get his attention. If he hadn’t been so weak this might have been avoidable. His first guess was Davina, because she had been trying on numerous occasions to get into his mind and to find out what the daggers were made off or what made them effective against the first vampires in existences. The mask he was wearing covered half of his face, very much like phantom of the opera but in black. Placing one hand in his pocket, he picked up his glass and finished the contents. Good Bourbon was never wasted on him and it made his thirst for blood more bearable. He narrowed his eyes and with vampire speed, he appeared on the balcony where the energy was strongest.

“Speak” he said to no-one in particular, removing his mask and giving this imposer an impression they had permission to speak freely.





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Azarias Vie
 Posted: Jun 16, 2018 | 2:40 pm
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Azarias was a powerful demon capable of tracking his opponents through psychic means. He can learn things about his prey and act with vicious onslaughter. Not to mention his demonic physiology since he was 3. Slayers don't even get blessed with their inherited strength until teenage years. Azarias always felt he had to have been made for the work he pushes. But lately he's been thinking about the way he goes about it. This was one of the many moments doing something different was actually what he needed. Back to the story. Azarias opened his eyes when the traveling was complete. It took a few seconds for him to gather his senses and sense of awareness. Azarias went from kind of hunter gear to a straight suit for the party. Azarias could feel everyone in the room, it definitely wasn't the same, but Azarias could sense their energy at that particular time.


The balcony showed such a lovely scene of supernaturals learning to get along. It was almost some sort of fantasy come true. Most hunters like Azarias know that supernatural genocide is not really the answer and that people should learn to co-exist. Azarias was silent up top enjoying the scene almost forgetting why he was there. Leaned up against the tapestry with a look of satisfaction the demon didn't realize it was kind of rude to invade someone's dream. It only took one deep breath to tap into his chakra systems. He sensed for the individual hosting this stimulation. Before the psychic needed to try the source came straight to him. Physically. Azarias turned his attention to what he was looking for: A vampire. The blue eyed demon looked him up and down before uncle original made the phrase for Vie to speak up. The watchers senses were telling him something is red alert about the individual before him; however, it was a stimulation of a party and the man had a suit on.



Azarias felt guided to try a more formal approach rather than to get rough in someone else's mind. "My name is Azarias Vie. It wasn't my intention to intrude. I was investigating a particular energy signature in New Orleans and must've traveled here. Sir." Azarias was firm and just. Vie could tell by the vampire's current energy it might be a lot going on with him. Azarias always underestimated his own reputation. Azarias felt like the guy might know him or heard of him. Azarias was one of the main front line hunters who's track record and capability has made many fear at his name.



Giving his name to a vampire is usually never good but considering it wasn't his real mind and body he wasn't going to sweat astro conversation. Azarias was more than ready to fight his way out of the man's dream but he was already so far in. No telling what's inside the mind of this vampire. Besides he was getting the impression this vampire was very different. Either way. Azarias choose kindness instead of brute tactics. Azarias gave him a noble and friendly nod. "I mean no harm." Azarias said.



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Elijah Mikaelson
 Posted: Jun 17, 2018 | 5:18 pm
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It was ironic that his mind had drifted to this particular time. It seemed to be a mirror reflection of what was happening in New Orleans this very moment. Humans, vampires and others attempting to get along. All in aid off a common goal. Peace. Freedom. Unity. As someone once told him nothing was stronger between adversaries than that of a common goal in which they shared. However, there was always going to be someone who opposed that very idea. At this very moment, if Elijah’s memory served him right, there was a witch planning on leaking information about the Guerrera family for double crossing them. Things don't just change over night. It took time.

Of course, back in 1919, it had been much easier to keep everything under control and to cover up certain activities. There were few tourists to strike out. However, history had a funny way of repeating itself or coming back to haunt someone. Elijah hoped that the latter was not the case seeing as it was already repeating itself, but he couldn’t be certain. Currently, New Orleans had been divided into separate communities. There were the witches on one side, vampires on the other, humans in the middle and the werewolves casted out. Nothing like the dance below them. Elijah figured, the moral of the story was that before this dance, the communities had in fact been separate and tonight was the turning point and joining of hands, so to speak. A little reminder of happy times and that it was in fact possible. The common goal could be reached.

Elijah listened to the man speak after giving him the right to explain himself and mentally considered some options. Even though he was surprised by the way the man carried himself he didn’t want to show it, because to the Original, he had already given away quite a lot of information by the man just being here, in this rather, personal space. Elijah’s expressions remained neutral as he didn’t know the full intentions of the imposter. To manage to align himself in Elijah’s mind took a very powerful individual and that was not to be taken likely. The man announced his name as if it was meant to mean something to Elijah and maybe somewhere in his subconscious it did ring a bell or two, but Elijah, as anyone could tell was not in the right frame of mind and certainly it wasn't something he would cowered over.

“Your pleasantries are quite refreshing to hear but unnecessary” Elijah said referring to Azarias calling him sir. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was playing along with the time era or he actually did mean it. In that moment however, Elijah’s respect peaked ever so slightly but not enough to offer him his hand. Straightening up his immaculate suit jacket and clipping the two buttons at the front together, Elijah turned to face the man calling himself Azarias for the first time in acknowledgment. “Forgive me, I am not in the habit of allowing people into my mind, you must have caught me at a moment of weak-ness” Elijah stated, over exaggerating the prefix of the word.

Elijah would have liked to know more about the mechanisms or the process that made this man appear to him. He had a feeling that the man was working alone and not with a witch of some sorts like Davina. He would have said that much as a way of an introduction if that was the case. Nonetheless, that could wait for a moment, he was more concerned in Azarias intentions and if he had to retaliate and why he was here. He idly wondered if Niklaus had sent him or if he was here to aid in finding his body. All senses that were meant to be heightened, were. Elijah wasn’t certain if this form of communication was in fact safe from prying ears and eyes. He was familiar with the act, but he was the one that drew in someone, it was never the other way around, like the situation he had found himself in. He always knew the person and exactly what he wanted to show them. Azarias, apart from a little inkling, was a stranger. If Azarias could, if not for a better word, click his fingers and appear, who else could tap into his mind? It was these uncertainties that made Elijah vulnerable, uneasy and the quicker he was out of this damned ratchet coffin the better, but not before he learnt more of Marcel and Davina's plans. These types of feelings was not something he was accustomed too.

“I presume you know who I am yes? So, tell me, if your intentions were not to intrude or mean harm, what are you here for?” Elijah was ninety five percent certain, the situation in New Orleans at the moment was because of the absence of the Mikaelson influences in the city other than Marcel. The adoptive son. He didn’t want to risk sounding like his father but the term ‘boy’ was very appropriate. Elijah and his siblings had put ‘always and forever’ before other responsibilities, but now Elijah was determined to get it back to all its glory and dance.




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 Posted: Jun 24, 2018 | 10:54 am
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Some psychics actually never seen a point in pushing their capabilities. Not Azarias. An ability so flexible its beyond difficult to control especially depending on species and life style. But for someone like Azarias decided to thrive in what would be difficult. And moments like with Elijah is example of how useful psychics can be. Azarias has expanded this through sheer training, and of course his own birthright capability. Azarias laughs at locator spells. Azarias lowkey laughs at anyone who thinks they can gather information like he can. He's more humble on the outside though. Like for example; Azarias actually wouldn't have invaded the vampire's mind without permission. Had he'd seen the body the demon would have a little restraint. Now he looks like a jackass. Azarias watched Elijah listen as information started to slightly flicker through his chakra systems. Azarias being this deep into Elijah's mind with the main essence before him Vie's intuition started talking internally. From the air to the events in the current area: it was all Elijah's energy.



Azarias kept a slightly embarrassed look on his face. Vie was genuinely a psychic who wouldn't do something like breach a person's deep mind like such intentionally, just because he could doesn't mean it's him. Azarias was shot down by the vampire when that 'sir' word came to play. Azarias looked over to the party below and started to gather pieces of what exactly was going on. "Unfortunately I actually speak like this on occasion however I will try my best." Although not looking at him directly a smile flashed on Vie's face. He was bringing out the friendly side. Azarias sensing what was going on and getting psychic insight allowed him to bring his personality through. He could see a joy-ice memory. He could feel what Elijah was feeling. Azarias only looked for a moment with a smile, before turning his attention back towards the vampire. The vampire spoke with an elegance that Azarias internally admired; however, Azarias didn't want to give this vampire a false impression or bad vibes but Azarias can sense truth through his word.

"No forgive me. Just because I am psychic does not mean I should be without manners. Believe me. I know exactly how private a person's mind is."

Azarias nodded as he released words with a flare of comical swirls of professionalism. Azarias had time and this vampire from the looks of the memory he held was alive for a while. He hoped Azarias didn't trigger any witch alarms by breaching this vampire's mind. Azarias remembers something bout a dagger. Azarias was then hit with the magic question. Azarias took a deep confident breath before giving his own answer to the vampire.


"I don't. I could psychically pick the information up especially from here - however; as I said, I'm not without manners. I already barged in. The least I can do is exorcise privacy and banish picking up too much information. So how about an introduction? again apologies for intruding I truly mean that. As for my intentions. I'm currently investigating the supernatural community of New Orleans. As for your mind? I was sensing the energy of New Orleans. Picking up information, learning spots, identifying specifics, and practically just learning the town mentally, psychically, and physically. I came across the energy of some mystical item and followed it into a church. My intuition lead me into the confession booth where I shot from my body towards a mystical energy in the building which lead me - here. I felt like I might go somewhere but I suppose I didn't figure inside someone's somewhere. But here I am I suppose. And you are?" it's amazing to know despite all the vampire's he has taken down Vie can sense someone's energy and truly just go from there. As long as nobody has to fight Azarias is usually a nice guy. So the psychic was holding back on what he could learn from the individual. Quite a modest thing considering it's no actual rule being psychic but Azarias has principles for himself. He'd hope the vampire understood.


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 Posted: Jun 26, 2018 | 4:22 am
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“Thank you” Two words Elijah thought to start off by thanking Azarias for his manners. Not many would invade an Original’s mind with such competency yet be etiquette as the man were. A code of honour behind him, something that reminded him of himself, perhaps. Passionate, fearless, towering intellect with curiosity and something of an outcast. A little naïve in the pursue of hope, which seemed to be gloriously welded at the time but was forever out of reach. Many would see this opportunity for personal gain or to take advantage over his family. Yet this man was here trying to explain himself and as Elijah listened he learnt a few things about the man and his own current situation.

He knew that his brother no longer had possession of his body and that it had been moved when Davina had messed with the dagger in his chest. To the exact location and why was unknown to him, but considering this was Niklaus, all his actions had reasons and consequences. Nobody really knew who Davina was, people were referring to her as Marcel’s secret weapon over the witches and he had really got acquainted with the two over the last few weeks without them knowing. The location Azarias had sensed was a church and the man said he was in New Orleans so that narrowed the possibilities to St. Annes. Elijah could not help but smile amusingly at the irony of a desiccated vampire in a church.

Elijah turned his attention briefly back to the crowd below them when he also learnt Azarias was here to investigate the supernaturals of New Orleans. For the moment this was as good as it got in New Orleans, but it was just a dream, a memory of happier times, when the divides of the city were on friendlier terms. Even though, this was set in 1919, New Orleans to this day had a vast community of supernatural beings that had lived there for many generations and maybe some that was present in this memory were still living in the city. Out of this encounter with the psychic, that was the only thing that Elijah didn’t like the sound off. Investigating such beings was a broad term and that could mean looking into his family too and Elijah had an obligation to protect his family by any means necessarily. It did seem quite the coincidence, a psychic just so happened to be investigating the super-ordinary, who stubble on him by accident in a memory that could reveal information on the community. Turning back to Azarias, he thought this was a good time to introduce himself properly.

“I am Elijah Mikaelson…” he said in a very similar way Azarias had introduced himself as if he expected people to know what came with the name. Over the decades if not centuries that name had provoked many reactions. Niklaus, of course, had much more of a fearsome name than he, than any of his siblings, possibly more than their father at times, but no matter where they went, living for over one thousand years someone somewhere knew of a Mikaelson. A little arrogant, that might sound. The family was well known in New Orleans as well as being well travelled and Azarias seemed to be knowledgeable about the secrets of this city. The Nobel brother was well known for just that and being the rational one. Ask questions first opposed to shooting.

“…One of those people you might find yourself investigating, but I can assure you, my family and I only have the best interests for this city. This memory you find yourself in can prove just that, but if someone stands in our way, heed my warning, we will be forced to retaliate. You have been very open with me, so I shall with you. I am an original vampire, I find myself in this current state due to…” he paused as if thinking over his next statement carefully “…tedious family circumstances. I don’t make promises I can’t keep but I will make you a proposition if you are willing to hear? The mystical item of which you speak off, I might know where you can find it, thanks to your earlier information about your whereabouts in the church. You have my word I will give you information about it, but first… are you working alone for personal interest or working for someone else for greater agenda?” Elijah gestured in an elegant way to the grand staircase, if Azarias wanted some background information about the supernaturals, Elijah would portray a glimpse of it while he was here, in the hopes of finding out if he could trust the intruder. “… please, if you may, walk with me?”

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A friendly nodd was given back to the vampire. The memory he was latched into even had a pleasent smell Azarias admired. Azarias could somehow know it was way more memories than this but Vie didn't show how nice it was to get a view of things from a different time perspective. Azarias managed to peep the vampire smile and of course he knew why. Small Psychic ping but Vie got the hunch he was thinking about his outer situation. The man before the hunter type demonic stoner moved their attention towards the crowd in reaction to Azarias's motives within the city. There was a level and moment of silence given, before the vampire decided to turn towards Azarias at a flare of introduction. Azarias was greeted with a name, and it gave the demon a first small ring - then a bigger hum from inside of Azarias's intuitive system. Memories of studying and learning information about a group of vampires that supposedly can't be killed. The Mikaelson Family was on that list.


"Of course. One of those specific vampire types. Let's just say I've done my homework. Consider me already interested."


Azarias was quite surprised, but still fearless. Vie has stormed through many vampire communities and cut down plenty of prey to be worried about an Original vampire. To a psychic weaknesses are easier to spot. Azarias actually was kind of interested in the Mikaelsons due to a few theories he has about their creation. But that was for another time. Azarias could sense Elijah opening up. The open wasn't out of vulnerability or hostility from what Azarias hunched he might be coming from. So the conversation continued. Azarias listened wholey - after all he understood Elijah was just coming from his core, he did't know anything about Vie. Azarias waited until he was finished. Azarias was starting to unfold the creature before him by just listening. Then came the response.


"Both." No point in entirely lying about it. He knew for now certain information wasn't going to be given to an original but for now he would manage to attempt to be as honest as possible. After such Azarias with a pleasant smile began walking alongside Elijah. A man filled with so many questions, and so much fire to get things moving. Azarias already felt like he was about to get himself involved in something. So Azarias the vampire hunter walked with an original in a session of confessions. What will Elijah say next?


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