Vox Populi

A grin flashed through her lips meeting the other’s silence. Jezebel had already begun to itch for a push from their side, something to keep her kicking and excited. With the gesture that the Death made, she only assumed they were in for a game; you poke me, I poke you—I stab your eyes out and you are a useless “assassin” for the rest of your days. She wouldn’t be the one to pick the fight first, of course, she wasn’t stupid nor she was absolutely reckless. Eris was still a trained woman, a professional of her path, and there was no point arguing that. Blackmail and pushing other people’s buttons, however—

“Don’t be silly,” the bright smile made her look borderline demented, but it was far from that. She was only eager to continue what the other commander had started. “You brought this upon yourself. Nobody forced you into it.” Jezebel was chirpy and bittersweet, took the bottle of red wine brought to the table a touch earlier and opened it up before filling Eris’ and her own glasses. Fingers coiling around it she took a sip before making herself more comfortable for what appeared would be a lengthy conversation. The woman before her wouldn’t run, and Jezebel wouldn’t let her go off the hook so easily either. “So, tell me best pal. You have the flash—what now? It’s not like you are actually going to use it because—well—you can do it once and then..you know.” Finger-throat motion. “And using it as a water spray for cats whenever they do something wrong will never really work anyway..It is, indeed, an odd situation you’ve put yourself into.”

Every fiber of her being was on edge and while she watched Jezebel smile and play out her game, she was figuring out her next move. The woman was clearly unnerved by the fact that someone, Death, knew something about the other house. If she wasn’t she wouldn’t be here trying to strong arm her into, well that was the question. What was the other commander trying to do here? Threaten her in order to invoke fear of using the information against the other house? That was the woman’s first mistake. 

“Are you saying that I should have given the drive to you as soon as my house had found it? Because that just wouldn’t make sense. I might have once held respect for you but that doesn’t mean we are on the same team.” She replied coolly, not about to fake a smile and act as if this was all fun and games. Her eyes had narrowed, as she watched the woman take a drink. While her own glass sat in front of her she declined the gesture. Once Eris would have thought about calling Jezebel a friend but this was the reason she didn’t have any. People were selfish and she was no different. “If you thought that threatening me was the way to approach this then that was your first mistake.”

Her hands folded in front of her as she kept her gaze on the woman. While she was more than pissed right now she did her best to stay composed. “I originally hadn’t planned to mess with that information but you’ve only confirmed the suspicions I held. I guess you’re just going to have to wait and see what kind of games I come up with. Or you can try to kill me, which won’t bode well for you, and your whole house will find out what it’s like to be in a war with Death.” 

There wasn’t much of a mystery to this brunette sitting before her, a wolf that Klaus had taken a liking to. Not that it mattered, but if she was going to be staying here, she might as well get to know more about Eris. Not just for the kindness of her heart, after all, she had a reputation to uphold. If this wolf was uncomfortable, she could only imagine how Talia was feeling at the moment, which she kept a good hold of, not letting anything show. Elijah was trusting her to show him that the girl he fell in love with all those years ago, was still buried deep down.

“What? can’t say hello to another person that will be spending time in this lovely home?” she questioned. Talia was more curious, if anything. New Orleans had not been a particular spot she would have stayed in, she supposed she’d settle. Just because she was different around Elijah didn’t mean she was going soft with others.

She wasn’t sure what the woman knew, what Elijah had told her or what he hadn’t, but one thing she was sure of, Klaus wouldn’t have said a thing. Mostly because she was positive Talia hadn’t tried to seek him out. No one really tried to spend time with Klaus if they could prevent it. So she could play nice for now, pretend like she believed the woman when she said she just wanted to talk or whatever she had in mind. 

Eris replied as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. There were plenty of things she didn’t want this woman to know, first off being the real reason she was in New Orleans and now siding up with Klaus. “Well, hi. There you’ve said it."

@deathsecond

Coming to New Orleans when Elijah had come to settle down with his family was a big step. Especially if it involved Talia to be anywhere near Klaus Mikaelson. Though she knew she was under the protection of the Noble Original, she still couldn’t shake the feeling of Klaus making a move to end her life, if not suffer for it. But she was Talia Constantin, a survivor, and Elijah and her were going to start fresh. So, Talia had managed to stay in one of the rooms that the Mikaelson’s have kept well put for their lifetime, though it was interesting that Klaus’s werewolf, what was her name….Eris? was here now and not with Tyler. Talia had eyes and ears everywhere.

Speaking of the she-wolf, she spotted her, whether she was  reading, writing, doing whatever it is Eris was doing, Talia was going to sight see a little.She wasn’t going to be be paranoid now that she was surrounded by the Original family, she will however be cautious, 500 years of knowing about this family, and running from an immortal Hybrid, Talia was well aware of where she was, and who she trusted.

She wasn’t happy about her own predicament yet here she was, stuck at chateau de Mikaelson or whatever the hell this place was. New Orleans was supposed to be the answer to all of the questions she’d ever had yet no one was letting her do a damn thing and really she should have expected that. Being kept under lock and key and under the watchful eye of Klaus. Just one of the many reasons she was highly uncomfortable with her stay here.

She’d been doing her own research, when's he felt a pair of eyes on her, lifting her gaze only to freeze dead in her tracks. Talia Constantin. She’d heard she’d come back with Elijah yet didn’t think she’d be seeing her so soon let alone getting a visit. “Talia..” She frowned, closing the laptop in her lap and backing up in her chair.

Lucian had grown bored. Yes, he enjoyed watching the woman at work but at the same time, he much preferred doing the work in instances like this. It was why he took missions on occasion in the first place. Something easy to get his hands dirty; Eris joining him was only an added bonus. Bonding is what she called it but it wasn’t the way a normal couple tended to bond. Far from it. 

Long fingers trailed over the assortment of tools they had at their disposal, Luca only half listening to the woman as she spoke of him eating his greens “I eat my greens, it’s not my fault kale tastes like garbage” The man commented as he picked up a slender knife and examined it, turn it over a couple times before he let his eyes land on her once more. The man they were in charge of was a heftier man, the fear on his face was a thing of beauty “Besides, we both know if I die young it’s probably going to be you on the other end of the knife” The sad reality of their lives was the fact that they were more or less destined to die younger than most.

Lucian moved forward, letting his hands rest on the back of the chair their company was sitting on to support his tall frame as he watched Eris work once more. A quiet chuckle brushed over his lips as she spoke and he confirmed with a curt nod of his head “Once we’re done here,” he started, bringing the blade to the man’s large cheek and gently running the sharp edge along the side watching as the skin slowly split open under the pressure “We can stop by the grocery story if you’d like- I did have the rest of that dairy free ice cream you obsess over. It wasn’t as great as you said it was- by the way, if you let me finish him off I’ll do that stupid yoga thing with you” At this point, any reaction from the man was going completely ignored the third in command. Their job was to make an example out of him. Make sure no one thought to do whatever he did again which meant a gruesome death. Their favourite kind. 

“But that’s the beauty of kale, it doesn’t have to taste good. You can hide it in food like a smoothie.” She shook her head and dropped the tooth she’d just pulled onto the tarp below. He was absolutely resilient that one, Lucian, not the pathetic man now screaming at his new cheek wound. He brought up a good point, that his health wouldn’t be his dying cause, but she had to try.  “Oh, I better be the one ending your life rather than your clogged arteries doing the job for me.”

Lifting herself off of the chair, she frowned at the man who was still squirming and lifted her gaze back to the dark eyes still focused on her. He looked clearly bored but Eris could stare at this sight all day, Luca clad with a knife in hand, eyeing their target with greedy eyes. It was precisely why she liked their bonding time. There was nothing better than killing than watching him kill someone. It truly was like watching an artist at work. With a thoughtful expression on her face, she hopped off the older man and waved her arm to the side. 

“He’s all yours.” She lifted her brows in surprise, trying to picture him going through the asanas. “As fun as this is I would definitely be more interested in seeing you expanding your horizons.” A smirk started spreading across her lips and she questioned him agian, “Does that mean you’re going to wear yoga pants too? I’d say I’m kidding but now I’m just going to milk this.”