Kai Parker

       the response that her twin brother gave her was cause for jo to roll her eyes. ❝ i never did anything to you that you didn’t deserve. besides, i was nicer to you than most people were. ❞ she told him with a shrug. she had done some unfavorable things to him in the past, but at the end of the day he had always been her brother and that had always played a factor in the choices that she’d made. ❝ can’t say i entirely disagree. drinking as a living person is definitely different than it is on the other side. ❞ she admitted with a shrug. hearing his question, jo shook her head. ❝ not my first choice, but more power to you. ❞

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Kai however had a different view of things in that regard, “Oh no? So I deserved to be locked away alone, without a single connection for eighteen years? That seems a tad cruel, even inmates are allowed some human contact, some counseling.” He thought being isolated from touching any of his siblings was bad enough, no hugs goodnight for Kai growing up. Though the effects of living day after day with no one to even speak to but himself, well it was clear that if he wasn’t mad before he certainly ended up so. “Oh Jo was kind to her freak brother, lets get her a round of applause.” He gave a clap of his hands twice slowly, “Good on you, sis.” He praises her sarcastically, though she had treated him with an ounce more humanity than the rest of his siblings, it was one of the few reasons he had kept her alive that evening when none of the others. “I don’t really need to know about you time at peace, hell isn’t all its cracked up to be. I thought, ‘Hey, like minded people must be there right?’ but they really have no sense of humor there. Now the prison world of misfit students, they were more fun.”

Damon heard Kai’s voice and he went cold. “What the hell are you doing here?” He asked. Was it too much to hope that Kai would have stayed dead? 

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“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific there, Dameon.” The heretic replies blinking at him a few times with a smile steady on his face. “Honestly the answer could be really boring or really interesting depending on what it is you mean.”

       after having spent hours at the barrier with josie, jo found herself exhausted – both mentally and physically. the stress of the barrier was definitely getting to her, so she found herself at the local bar with a drink in hand as she tried to push away her emotions, even if just for an hour or two. she was in her own head, but was quickly pulled from it when she heard the all too familiar voice of her twin brother. ❝ malachi. ❞ she muttered softly, turning her head to face him. ❝ come to torment me yet again? ❞

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Keeping the smile on his face Kai shakes his head, “I never went out of my way to torment you. Can’t blame a guy for lashing out after years of abuse and being shoved away to be a forgotten problem.” He raises his beer to her in cheers before taking a long chug from it, “Ah, I can’t tell you how nice it is to drink a cold beer in a crowded bar. I mean as nice as it was for Ricky to throw me some buddies in my prison world, its not the same as bumping shoulders with some strangers.” People person might not be what others would call Kai but it wasn’t wrong, he didn’t dislike people in general it was merely the fact that usually he found them hard to understand. “You ever have an IPA? Jesus these people are putting everything and anything into a beer now.” He chuckles looking at his glass with a bit of wonder.

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“So basically… you’re saying we’re stuck here. In the city swamped with deadly supernatural creatures, with no way out and in a matter of days everyone’s going to be hungry?” she asked, trying to wrap her head around the situation they now faced as she sat, rummaging for any food she could salvage from the raided restaurant kitchen. “Well that’s just great.” she was glad to be safe at all since the hungry vampires seemed to be more interested in the humans they could find out on the streets. 

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Kai gives a nod of his head as the girl seemed to sum up the terrible issues within in the city, not the worse case Kai had been in but honestly there were some perks with being locked away with a smaller group. Pouring himself another drink he gives a careless shrug of his shoulder, “I mean it could be much worse. If you want to think about it that much.”

“Still can’t make a call out, but I can call people inside the dome. That feels like pretty selective magic,” he commented, having been walking up and down the dome searching for a place that might have service. “Guess the restaurant will have to survive without me.”

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“Oh please don’t tell me its an Italian restaurant.” Kai answers with a giddy laugh as he approached, the idea of the Salvatore Italian eatery was enough to tickle him. “Oh no, no, lets see I would say...its classic American, burgers and beer type with a limited breakfast of eggs or pancakes?” Honestly this just made Kai more interested in getting a meal than anything.

“I don’t much care for your semantics.” she retorted, slamming the grimoire shut. “So unless you have something useful to contribute to figuring out how to get rid of this damn thing, I suggest finding someone else to bother.”

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“Short temper, is that the whole dome business or just general behavior?” He asks with an amused tilt of his head as he walks to the boarder of the dome. “I don’t know how helpful I want to be if I’m only gonna get rude remarks, doesn’t really make for a helpful attitude you know?”

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Freya sat cross-legged as she faced the invisible barrier; despite her attempts, no spell in the grimoire in front of her was useful to her. Each one she tried did absolutely nothing and got her no closer in finding what this was or how to rid the city of it. After another attempt, she let out a frustrated groan as she began flipping through pages once more. “You know, eavesdropping is considered extremely rude.” she called out when she could feel a presence behind her.

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Kai gives a giggle, “Oh man, you might be right about that but honestly there are so many worse things.” He gives a shrug of his shoulders, “Besides eavesdropping normally falls between listening in on a conversation and I don’t see anyone else.” He casts a look around finding no one else around just the book in front of her. “No worries though, I’ve had my fair share of solo convos too. Its only weird if you make it weird.”

People update those? I mean I have no reason to, I think I hit the goldmine with mine, I don't need to be pretentious with some kind of ironic name.

“Oh sure, the family had a ton of real fun ones; Monster, Freak, Weird-o, Abomination, Liar, Magic-sponge. But Kai is also a nickname.”

Oh there won't be another prison world for me. I rather be taken out again than bottled up. You'd think people would learn from the mistakes my dad, Bonnie, and Alaric made. I just keep getting out, people who get thrown in them, get out angrier.

"Oh sorry, you'll have to narrow that down. You mean the part where they isolated me from the rest of the family and the coven since I was toddler and made me feel like a jonesing freak? Or are you talking about the betraying me where my parents procreated till they made twins 2.0 to take the chance of me earning my birthright away?" Kai asks with a raised brow before he laughs. "Oooh oh, or do you mean when I had to send my dad that blunt message of leaving his spare children dead all around the house? Or is it the prison world that Jo helped trick me into for eighteen years? Or the time I killed them all at her wedding once I was coven leader with vampire blood in my system? You know so I can give a really good informed answer and as you can see my family is a little...dysfunctional."

Over the course of 2 centuries, Gianna had found herself taking up many hobbies, and one of those was journaling. But it wasn’t just a normal type of journaling, it was specifically towards supernatural creatures. She journaled all details about every species she met, from vampire to dryad, and chronicled it as bed she could. And right now she was talking to a wolf. “I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me,” she beamed, the wolf nodding as they got up and walked off. Looking down, she jotted down some more notes. “So cool, so so cool,” she beamed before hearing a noise and looking up. “Oh, hello”

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Kai hadn’t been to New Orleans before, at least not in a world with other people actually in it. Prison world made most places rather dull, at least for someone with the need of an audience. Seeing the blonde greeting him Kai put on his own sweet smile, “Hi there. Yeah how are you?” He makes his way over offering out a hand, “I’m Kai and you are?”

[chris wood | he/him | 22/57 ]  rumor has it that malachi parker has been seen wandering around town. they are a heretic who is one of the resurrected. they are known to be sociopathic but deep down they are charming. when it comes to the brewing conflict in new orleans they’re on the side of the unaffiliated.

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Nicola was honestly just looking for a way out of whatever hellhole she had found herself in - she had been in speakeasies better than this. She’d be damned if she ruined her dress any further but her heels were definitely ruined. All she wanted was to go home and put her feet up, escape death for the second time perhaps, but some guy talking pulled her out of her thoughts all too loudly. “Oh sure, he’s a real bug-eyed betty.” She huffed, crossing her arms in indignation. “A snack? What are you- Listen buddy, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ all cheerful for, but could you knock it off? People are being clipped left and right, I’m not trying to pop it again.” 

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Kai raised his brow, “A what now?” He asks with a chuckle and he thought he had outdated terms but this chick seemed way more out there than the nineties. “Is my good mood bothering people?” He asks looking around, sure people were crying, many seemed like they were hiding from something but hey it wasn’t him so that was something. Hmm, maybe that did make things off for them to see him chipper. “Clipped left and right? You taking the whole clipper girl role to the next level aren’t you? I mean hey, I get it, find your role and stick to it.” He nods trying to figure out what the hell she meant, recalling as many old timey movies as he could about gansters and such, “Ahh that explains it, you died. What was it some kind of shoot out in a speakeasy? Did the fuzz get you and Clyde?”

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