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Marcel Gerard
 Posted: Jan 1, 2018 | 4:30 am
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He was not surprised to find out that there had been rumors of demons plaguing the streets of New Orleans again. That was the last thing he needed. As it was the Mikaelsons seemed to be very low key and that bothered him. It was when nothing was going on that you had to worry the most because you had no idea what to prepare for. He always had backup plans of course but he liked to have options.

That thought sent his mind down well worn pathways that served no purpose other than to frustrate him. It was a never-ending battle of having to prove himself and achieve that unattainable respect he wanted so badly from Niklaus. He doubted he’d ever see it however. There were always more important matters to deal with and Klaus barely respected blood relatives, so he knew there was little chance of him being able to earn it. Add to that a new baby on the way and you had a very busy man with no time to go over slights of the past.

He’d never admit it, but he needed his family. That was the most galling thing about all of this. They didn’t need him, but his life had been shaped by them. His character how he thought and what he did were all reminders of what the Mikaelsons had taught him. And the kick was they didn’t even realize it unless they needed something from them. When he was useful they were all about friendship and family ties but when he didn’t go along with things it was like he ceased to exist.
He wondered if Klaus’ new child would suffer the same fate, or would it actually get Niklaus to change his ways. Niklaus always fell back into old familiar patterns. His paranoia and ability to shove people away was legendary.

All of these thoughts whirled around his head as he walked the streets of his city. Sometimes it helped if he got the feel of the area instead. He could smell the various foods that fought for supremacy over the senses along with the scent of people wandering the well-trod paths. He wondered how many stories they had to tell and why they came here. At very least it got him out of his glum mood and gave him something to focus on besides things he couldn’t change.

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Azarias Vie
 Posted: Jun 2, 2018 | 2:35 am
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A demon walked the streets of New Orleans as the vampires of New Orleans had nothing short of an empire like faction. This particular demon usually would run through vampire factions with blades of fury, almost literally; however, this place has a bit more potency to the situation. So instead of hunting it's prey, the demon instead walked in silence through the night. Soon after he arrived at what would be considered his destination. A building full of vampires might've been inside but the demon appeared to be unbothered. The Blue light flashed in the eyes of the demon as it took one fresh look at the building with a look of curiosity as he stepped in. The demon expected himself to be spotted by a few vampires, in fact it was part of the plan this time around. The energy of the room began to hit the demon in it's inner senses as he got the bigger picture of what he was getting himself into.



Firstly, he underestimated the energy and quality of the location he was at. Secondly, he underestimated the vampire count of the party. The energy shifted through the entrance alone as the male demon walked through the first parts of the party. The music caused his head to rock to the beat as his steps moved across the party. Blending in really wasn't his thing but to make his way to a decent vintage point to scan the area? exactly what he planned to do. At least the demon was semi formal with a black dress shirt and almost casual black jeans. Each step the demon took calm breaths to center his thoughts and prepare to gather this information. The demon used a corner of a room to press his back on a wall; the physical connection was needed. With a deep breath depsite the distraction he managed to sense the building's energy signature.


His crown chakra tingled as his brain picked up the thought that it was more vampires than he had saw with his own eyes. Moving from the wall to a table, the demon sat quietly as he watched the dance floor. Looking as if he was just enjoying the music to other people, but the demon was still feeling the place out psychically. In silence the demon rocked his head looking as if he was just enjoying the music and watching people dance. This demon was counting on the vampires to identify him. Why? We'd find out soon enough as the demon sat quietly as if the guy knew what he was doing or something.


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Marcel Gerard
 Posted: Jun 7, 2018 | 11:21 pm
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He knew Az was back in town an hour before he had arrived. His guys had kept him up to date on the hunter’s arrival into the city. Just what he needed another hunter butting his nose in where it wasn’t needed. No doubt Klaus was having a field day with this news and now he’d have to do the same song and dance that he’d done with Willow.

Play nice. Be insulted cajole, look fierce, rinse repeat. They all swaggered in, each thinking they were the biggest shit on the block. Telling him how they’d take over if he gave them any lip yadda yadda blah blah blah…

It bored him.

He needed to find another line of work. One that didn’t involve everyone trying to “prove” they were a badass. He wanted to go almost anywhere at this stage. He was just damn tired. Tired of a father who had failed him. Tired of being the bad guy even though he’d saved Haley’s life back when her name had been Andrea Labonair and she’d been the last of her line and an infant to boot. Tired of being the bane of witches because they thought it was fun shit to murder people in a church by turning an alter boy into a psychopath via a curse.

Tired of saving a sixteen-year-old girl’s life only to be told he was cruel for keeping her safe from people that would happily slit her throat to bring their dead relatives back from the grave in some fucked up harvest ritual.

And now there was Azarias Vie. Eyeing his guys as they watched him like a hawk. And for what? He didn’t murder people. Yes, they fed, but not wholesale slaughter, and when there was the rare chance that someone got turned, then he adopted them in and taught them how to be a part of the family he created.

The family he’d needed when the people he thought were kin abandoned him to die because they were too afraid of their father to rise up and protect their son. All because he wasn’t their real kin. His blood wasn’t theirs. Baby Mikaelson would be cherished because he or she would have the blood of warriors.

Not Marcel. Never Marcel.

The party was always hopping during this time of year and it took nothing for Marcel to arrive next to Azarias, “Well well well if it isn’t Azarias Vie. Come to party and watch the parade like a tourist or is there something else that brought you here?”

Marcel stood across from him, leaning against a wall, black dress pants and shoes covering his feet as a black tight fitting three quarter sleeved shirt hugged his fit frame. A necklace which was in style graced his neck and his ring as always shown on his finger as he treated the hunter to a wide smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he waited for the other man’s response. He gestured over at a waiter and he had a glass of bourbon brought over, “What are you drinking these days?” He asked good naturely as he took the glass and savored it.


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Azarias Vie
 Posted: Jun 14, 2018 | 9:53 am
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Azarias was getting this random physical sensation of athority and power. He remembered this feeling in his psychic dictionary of psychic pings. Of course he felt him coming, Just walking around New Orleans as a supernatural meant you had to be linked to someone who knows someone. Azarias was no stranger to New Orleans but if it was something he can compare: the service has gotten much better. Azarias could feel the rattle through the kings energy. Azarias flashed a bold smirk at the approaching individual that is the legend of Marcel Gerard. One of the only vampires to actually exist frequently after meeting the demon. This one was supposed to be different. Azarias shifted his physical and mental attention on the vampire. The vampire spoke to the demon in a sense of slight delight; however, there was other energy beyond that delightment.


Azarias was able to mulit-task but with one deep breath he turned down his psychic frequencies and gave Marcel a quick response. "Marcel it is actually strangely nice to see you if I'm being honest." Azarias was confident and sometimes weird in his words but his intentions mean well. He wasn't avoiding the question but merely awaiting for the reveal. Flare was sometimes a needed thing in Azarias book. Despite being outnumbered he didn't think Marcel would try to pick a fight off new information. Azarias could feel the curiosity in the air.



Azarias was then asked what he was drinking and with a comical face replied smoothly but boldly "You know I always come for work and pleasure. Soooo that means whatever it is that you're having." comical demon came out a little. They both knew the chances of both of them being around each other without strong purpose was small. But regarding Marcel Gerard Azarias intuition stays his hand from bloodshed. The guy was refreshing to say the least. Vie didn't necessarily discriminate and Azarias could feel his own energy loudly and was getting a 'relax Azarias' kind of sensation - Azarias was following his intuition. Exactly like last time. But that's a time for another story....



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Marcel Gerard
 Posted: Jun 15, 2018 | 10:04 pm
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Marcel kept his poker face but he was actually happy someone was glad to see him, if he had one more person scowl at him he was going to scream. He really didn’t think he was that bad of a guy. He looked out for people, kept those pain in the ass covens in check from going on a murder happy blood feud and got the packs to knock off their dominance games before they wiped each other out.

And yet he was the big bad jerk who had put a stop to all the drama. Sure he had the city in a strangle hold but if you didn’t things broke out all over the place and you had an even bigger mess. No one wanted to realize that though. They only saw the harsh conditions and never the story behind them.

Az’s words made him smile, his bright white teeth sparkling in the light as he looked over the venue. This was where people came to party and relax He was happy to entertain the humans that came here with money. They supported the community year round and this Mardi Gras was no exception. It was a way for the population to survive and thrive.

He beckoned to one of the waitresses, “Bourbon for me and my friend here. My tab.” He said good naturedly as the waitress headed off to bring back the another glass and the bottle for them to share. “What brings you here, Azarias?” He asked as he took a sip of the bourbon in his glass, enjoying the taste of the alcohol as he stood there and watched the patrons enjoying themselves. His guys eased back some when he gave them a nod to step back and relax. He didn’t think Azarias was going to cause a scene at the moment, and the last thing he wanted was his patrons getting nervous. The music was pulsing, and the gyrating of the patrons was letting them wear themselves out. It would make the feeding easier later in the night, but they wouldn’t do it in front of Az and they never did it to hurt others. It was what they needed to survive.

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Azarias Vie
 Posted: Jun 16, 2018 | 1:08 pm
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Azarias did not usually kick it with vampires. He's never had that kind of situation set up and it just never found its way to happening. He'd be busy out there killing them instead. Preying on predatory species was considered fun for Azarias. But Marcel was definition of one of a kind. Azarias took the be train with Marcel and that meant it was time for the watcher to drink. He almost changed his mind in taking a drink but Azarias was internally bested to chill and go with the flow. Azarias silently identified no internal harmful intent with one small breath before also noticing the casual energy emitted from the vampire before him. Azarias poured himself a drink before taking it to the head. Azarias took another meditative breath right after to keep himself grounded.


Azarias came right out with it. "Couple of reasons. First reason is I'm on a classified mission to investigate New Orleans supernatural community. Although I'm more executioner style instead the objective is just to see what's here. No kill order or anything fuzzy." Azarias chuckled as he watched others get jiggy with the music that echoed through the building. "Second, I don't exactly know how to interact with most other supernaturals. Somehow I feel like I can chip some ice off of that problem with you around." Azarias raised his glass to glass bump Marcel's glass regardless if he tapped it back at Vie.


Azarias doesn't get a chance to hang out so this attempt was turning to go for something he'd least expected, but figured his intuition was going for it. Final pause Azarias ended it with a simple "And I also have a business proposal you might be interested in." Azarias had seemed to have multiple reasons to be in the space of Marcel Gerard. Azarias was sure Marcel was private about many of his affairs; however, Azarias didn't have the time to be on irritating odds with a vampire community at that particular time. So Vie was sitting with the king having a drink to really let Marcel know: New Orleans have a visitor.

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