Mikaelson, E.

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There was something about this man…Did he know him from somewhere? Perhaps encountered him at a time that Elijah had no recollection of? It was a familiar unfamiliarity that the Original wasn’t very keen on, but he decided to go along with it for now. A gentle chuckle escaped him at the mention of his suit, yet that quickly dispersed the moment his name was mentioned. Elijah mildly pursed his lips before taking hold of his glass again, then brought it up for another sip. “You have my attention. It is very clear that you know me, and yet I do not know you. What is it that I can do for you, Mr---?”

As if the right on cue, she could feel the tension in the atmosphere, smiling to herself once the presence of a certain Original was made known. Elijah. Always the composed one, and that was a trait she knew well, she radiated the same elegant pose. She was a proper lady to the public eye, once the glass of Bourbon was placed in front of  her, she finally looked over to see him fully. Mischief, that has yet to come. “Elijah Mikaelson.” she raised her glass “It has been while, I do enjoy a new scenery.” she replied, she couldn’t lay all her cards on the table, she came here for one reason only.

The elegance she upheld to the public was deceptive to some, but not to Elijah. It might have been quite a while since he had interacted with the blonde beauty, but he was no fool. Scarlett was a woman that had the tangible potential to cause hindrance, of that he was certain since she was educated by none other than his impish younger sibling, Kol. Her arrival to town was not only cause for concern, but an omen for what could be coming their way.

Elijah casually strolled through the town, silently observing his surroundings and the townspeople. Something within him appeared to be off but he couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was that made him feel a sense of unrest. Perhaps it was the newest arrivals that could pose a threat, or the people within the town could be conspiring against his family, either way Elijah was determined to make sure things remained cordial and composed or people would be met with the consequences.

He entered the Grill looking out of place as he usually did, wearing a well-tailored suit looking as proper as ever. The Original approached the bar and ordered a neat scotch, then glanced around at the subpar establishment that the locals loved to frequent. He didn’t entirely understand the appeal of the place, but figured the attempt should be made to see what all the fuss was about.