Klaus Mikaelson

“i know art rooms are generally messy but this is next level klaus.” matthias said as he walked into the room, looking around them. “at least the building is still standing.”

Klaus glares at the mayor, “My studio has a certain method its madness.” He defends, mess it might seem to others but Klaus knew where everything was at any given time or well he did. “Small miracles I suppose.” He mutters tossing a ruined canvas into a trash can. “And how did you fair out of all this, Matthias? I certainly don’t envy your job, having to coddle the whole town.”

“Hey Dad.” Rosalie loved her parents more than anything in the world, she had only picked living with Caroline because she had missed so much time with her but that didn’t mean that she didn’t still love spending time with her father and would go out of her way to be able to spend some time with him from time to time. She rolled her eyes at her comment. “I mean, I could just sit and watch.” Rosie teased and nodded. “Well I’ll be glad to help.” Rosie rested her head on his shoulder for a minute. “I was in the library, I ended up with a broken arm but other than that, I’m fine. How about you, where were you when it happened?”

He lets out a small chuckle at her suggestion of just watching while he cleans, “I will take any help you’d like to offer. Want to start by collecting the trash? Toss everything out really, I can order all new.” The biggest issue was going to be the spilled paint everywhere. “Sweetheart.” He looks at her arm and shakes his head, hating that any of his children were harmed. “I was leaving the house, since your sister Billie’s is not far I went there to help her with her children. Mackenzie was trapped under a dresser, broke her little leg but she should be fine. Your sister is no doubt over stresses, have one child out of a coma and finally home and then this happens and another one is harmed.”

“Well it’s about to get worse.” Hayley steps into the classroom, knowing full well he wasn’t just talking about the classroom. “Have you ever heard of Malivoire?” She asks, a brow lifting. “It’s this… mud creature, that basically swallows anything supernatural into non-existence. Once you’re swallowed, you’re completely forgotten about. He’s back, and from everything I’ve heard he’s picking up where he left off.”

Klaus looks up at Hayley with a questioning look on his face, yet stands ready for a fight if he needed to join the fellow hybrid. “Of course, Hope told me all about her little tussle with the pond of scum.” He reports standing all the more taller about it. “Wouldn’t that mean he would be tracking down that son of his? Landon?” Klaus thought about it for a moment, “It would be a grand mistake for him to come here however if Hope is a threat that means all his siblings, all the other tribrids here with their vampire gene triggered are as well.”

“I know we should always prepare for all kinds of disasters but lately only the supernatural had been at the top of my danger list. Who would have thought an earthquake could do all of this?” She reflected picking up a broken canvas and setting it down on the table. As she listened to his story, Cami’s face grew to one of worry. “And was she okay? Your daughter, I mean?” She said, her first reaction had also been one of making sure her son was okay. “I’m more than handy with it.” She said grabbing the mop and recalling the time she had to fight one of Aurora’s minion at the fight club whilst she was still a human. “My office is a mess, but it’s mostly just books and paper, nothing really bad.” She said signaling his studio, “Just when I was thinking of enrolling myself in one of your classes.” She said faking a sigh. 

Klaus understood what she meant but he shakes his head, “I’m not certain this wasn’t supernatural.” He admits tossing some broken brushes into the large trash can he had nearby, “Earthquakes aren’t known to last as long as this, nor is this area of the United States known to have such powerful earthquakes.” He wasn’t nearly as paranoid as he once was but that worry would always be eating at the back of his mind. “She is, her eldest daughter has a broken leg and concussion. How about your own children?” He hated to see his granddaughter in that state but at least he knew she would be okay and with them all moving into his home he can keep a close eye on them. “I’d ask if that goes back to your bar tending days but I know for a fact that place was sticky no matter where you stood.” He couldn’t say he blamed her for that fact, drunks in New Orleans would always spill their drinks with unsteady feet. He nods at the state of her office, “Well that’s very lucky, I would think you might be very busy after all this trauma.” He chuckles looking around at the mess, “I’m sure to the right audience I could convince them this is an art piece in itself.” He muses, kicking softlt a small spilled over can of paint. “Perhaps private classes at my home will have to conducted. So not all is loss, you’ll have to watch out before you find yourself enrolled.”

Rosalie hadn’t heard from her father since everything had happened with the earthquake and decided to make a stop at his studio to see if he was there. She quietly walked inside and noticed the mess of paints and paint brushes that were scattered across the room. She sat down next to him and took in a sharp breath. “Such a mess, could you use a hand?” Rosie asked, looking up towards her father.

Klaus looks up at the sound of footsteps and seeing his youngest daughter he offer a weak smile, “Hello Love.” He greets her as she sit down next to him, he pats her leg affectionately as he looks over the mess of his studio. “My teenage daughter offering to clean, well who am I to reject such a tempting offer?” He asks with a fake tone of utter surprise. “I’d love the help, you can tell me about your experience in the quake. You’re alright?”

“Are you talking about me?” Camille said trying to alleviate the tension that Klaus was clearly facing at the moment with a joke. “This place was really wrecked, huh?” She said walking around and looking at the disaster the earthquake had caused. She hadn’t seen much of Klaus since she was… brought back, but it was mostly because Camille had no idea how to approach him. Klaus had gone his own way but Cami had hoped they were still in friendly terms. “Is there any way I can help?” She asked with genuine care. If she was certain of something is that Klaus really cared about art and Cami had been starting to paint herself recently. 

Klaus looks up at the blonde’s voice and offers her a hint of a smile, “Camille, how could I?” He says with a shake of his head, he’d seen her as a mess and this wasn’t it, though it hardly surprised him to see her trying to make light of a bad situation. “Its never been earthquake proofed, I was closer to home when it started, went right to my daughter’s home down the street to help her.” Billie’s seven year old trapped under a dresser made him glad he was there. “Handy with a mop are you?” He asks with a smirk, knowing full well he wouldn’t turn down the help, in fact he had half a mind to compel some poor fool to do it. “I’d welcome the company, how did you fare?” When people started to come back from the dead, it was just oddly timed, how funny it was that he had into Caroline reconnecting with her before he had Camille. How different life would have been if things went otherwise, his children could be completely different.

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As her father resurfaced from the destroyed house with a child on both arms Billie couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming fear diminish even slightly before she shook her head at Klaus. “No,” she breathed out. “I appreciate the offer of blood but no… What if she…” Billie trailed off unable to even say the words. “I can’t do that to her,” she spoke. “Just… Hospital… Gives me time to try Liam again.”

He nods, understanding that the idea of giving blood to their daughter was an uneasy one, “Darling you know she has the vampire gene.” He points out softly looking at the little girl and then to his own little girl. The idea of such a young vampire was horrific, he knew no vampire willing to do that to a child, maybe that was why vampires couldn’t procreate usually. “You find that husband, I’ll get her to the hospital.” He could run her there faster than any car could bring her.

Elijah looks back at his brother, walking over the mounds of rubble to engulf his brother in a hug, they were originals and therefore nearly impossible to kill but that didn’t mean that he didn’t worry. “My job is to help when there are people in need. You’re just in time to help brother.” He slaps Klaus’ shoulder and gestures for him to follow. “We both know you need something to do, Nikalus.” Otherwise the worry over their children would eat them both alive.

Klaus rolls his eyes, “I have no time to play, town hero. I’m looking for my children, I am shocked you aren’t.” He gives his older brother a pointed look, after all this was the man who told him over and over, nearly beating it over his head, ‘family was power, family was important’. He grumbles as his brother nearly drags him over to help, “Honestly, I do, finding my own children. Unless you’re telling me they’re all under this heap.”

“I’m fine. It’s sure it’s only a broken ankle - other people could use it. People with actual problems.” Especially when he wasn’t sure how the rest of their family was. If one of them was in actual danger somewhere, it didn’t seem right to waste time there. “Mackenzie was what now?” The fact she seemed okay now did nothing to ease the shock - or the worry that hit him about his sister. After everything, the last thing she needed was to see another child hurt. “I’m sure Liam will be there. Isn’t parent rule number one to be there?” Even if things weren’t great between Billie and Liam, he couldn’t imagine the male not being there for his daughter. It was ingrained in all of them family came first, he never considered the possibility that wasn’t how everyone functioned. “But this… Well I was going to say it could be a shock to the system for anyone, but ‘shock’ seems like a distasteful pun right now.” 

“Broken ankle is rather serious, son.” He assures his son with a shake of his head, “I can give it to some but I am more focused on your well being than anyone else.” He was no gold star community man, he tried his best to do better than he ever had but his family was the most important to him. “She was upstairs playing when the earthquake started, your sister had the two younger one with her.” The house was a mess but he figured that it would be livable for the family to get back to. “He better be.” Klaus mutters with a sense of bitterness in his tone, knowing damn well that he’d have something to say otherwise. “Keeping a light tone might be what some people need, I just need to be sure that you all are safe.”

emerald shook her head as she thought about where her mom could be, “she wasn’t with me at the coffee shop. i think she was at the lodge,” she commented before biting softly on her bottom lip, “i can’t feel my wrist,”

Klaus nods, “I’ll have to check on her then.” He decides knowing full well that the mother of his first born was as important to him today as ever. He couldn’t help her through another loss of a child but he could try to be supportive in other ways. “I see, may I?” He asks pointing to the wrist in question.

The house around her had shook around her. Glasses shattering against the floor, framed artwork crashing off the wall, furniture falling over. Seraphine had tried to get herself to safety but it seemed everywhere she turned another obstacle was thrown at her. Eventually the roof started to cave in and the witch knew that there was no way she would get out so she braced herself for the impact. It pretty quick that everything around her faded out, pitch blackness taking over as she lost consciousness. It wasn’t until she heard movement that her eyes slowly fluttered open. “Nik,” she called out before coughing. “Niklaus.”

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Klaus was in the main house when thing started to quake, his was puzzled, earthquake in Virginia was hardly normal in any means. He started to make his way outside, dodging falling artwork, glass and even plaster from the walls. Once outside in the backyard facing the guesthouse he could hear the structure groaning and cracking and with wide eyes he saw the roof go in. “Sera!” He ran to the building, the front door blocked with a mountain of debris, he called out to the witch again before he finally heard her call back. Climbing the rubble he grabs a large piece and flings it out of the way with a growl, his amber eyes shining as he looks into the hole, offering his arm, “Grab my bloody hand before this caves in.”

“Dad,” she breathed the second he came into view, his voice having a quick calming effect on the blonde. “Mackenzie. I can’t get her out. William’s under the table but Mac… She’s being crushed by her dresser and she isn’t responding.”

Klaus looks up to the house in horror hearing his grandchild was stuck somewhere inside. “Stay here.” Klaus tells her calmly before speeding into the house and up the stairs. Coming into his eldest granddaughters room he quickly tosses the dresser off the small child. Her leg was hurt badly and she had a bump on her head but he hoped it wasn’t anything more serious. His first instinct is to offer the child blood but he rather not make things worse. Carrying her in one arm he races down stairs, “Willie, my brave boy. Come to papa.” He gestures with his free arm to the frighten child under the table. “Come on, the big bad wolf will protect you.” He offers a smile and the young boy pushes out from the table into his grandfather’s arm. With both children in tow Klaus was outside next to his daughter in a matter of seconds. “She needs hospital, Billie. Or my blood.”

emerald was both happy and surprised to see the familiar male before taking his hand as she stumbled into a standing position, letting go of his hand as she tried to keep her balance, “thanks,”

Klaus nods, “Of course.” He wasn’t going to let a daughter of Hayley get caught under more rubble to get harmed. “Are you harmed? Your mother wasn’t in there with you was she?” He looks at the ruins, Hayley could survive such a thing though she was likely not happy and very sore if she had.

A small genuine smile on his face at his words, he returned the hug. “I’m better than most.” Not an outright lie, there were people who had it far worse. “I’ve only seen Josie so far, she seemed fine. Are… Are Billie and the kids okay?” Being at the hospital wasn’t the best sign, but if they were there it at least meant getting the care they deserved - and not waiting for someone to stumble across them and offer to help. “I’m sure the others are fine. They have to be.” A mantra he’d been repeating, as if he could will it into existence. “Are you okay?”

“Would you like some of my blood?” Klaus without hesitation pulled his sleeve up fangs extended ready to break skin. Healing his son was the top of his list of worries as it was the thing in front of him right this moment. “Mackenzie got trapped under a dresser that fell. She hit her head and I believe broke a leg poor thing.” To be seven with a broken leg can’t be anything to be excited about. “Billie is shaken up, though I suppose that useless sack of a husband should be able to step up and help her with that.” Klaus had no real hatred for his son in-law but that didn’t mean he was any less protective of his daughter. “The damn well better be.” He mutters, angry out of sheer fear for his family. “Me? I’m a nearly impossible to kill original, Son.” He pats Lucas’ back, “I’ll be just fine as long as you all are.”

As much as he wanted to check on people he cared about, he couldn’t quiet the voice that told him to walk around town checking on those who’d been seriously hurt, silently hoping nobody he loved fell into that group. All he had were a few cuts and a possible sprained ankle that had mostly come from trying to lift debris from other people. Checking down an alley to see if anyone needed help, realising nobody was there, he took a moment to lean against the nearest wall, closing his eyes as he tried to keep his breath even. Hearing footsteps, he didn’t bother opening his eyes assuming it was simply someone else looking to help others. “There’s nobody back there. I think there’s people a couple of streets over that need checking on, if you wanted to head over there.” @legaciiesstarter​

“Not to sound selfish, but I don’t give a bloody damn.” Klaus answers grabbing his son to pull him into a hug. “Are you alright?” He asks looking Lucas over as he pulls away. “I’m looking for the rest of your siblings, Billie is at the hospital with her children and husband.” The idea of any of his children being hurt in this was enough to drive the hybrid mad.

an earthquake was the last thing she thought would happen today before she had managed to hide under a table in the coffee shop when the building had started collapsing. despite for a few head gashes, the young woman seemed to be alright but she could only hope that the baby was as well, “is anyone out there?” she coughed slightly before emerging out from underneath the people, a little unsteady,

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Walking by the coffee shop, Klaus pauses when he hears someone call out, sighing he enters the ruins of the shop looking around. Seeing the young Kenner girl crawling out of a pile of ruble he offers out a hand, “Here love let me help you.”