#master-nikoli

To say that Derek was nervous was an understatement, if his hands could get clammy they would be right about now. He had just gotten out of his car, trying to sort out his old ratty leather jacket and his dark jeans, this was definitely not the appropriate outfit to meet a person like this, but this was all he had right now, and he couldn’t afford to spend money on new clothes. His sister was getting worse day by day, and the money he spent on his job just weren’t cutting it anymore, that’s why he had gone to these measures, extreme measures you might say, but he would’ve done anything for Cora. Anything. 

He glanced around the place, suddenly doubting the whole situation, knowing these people were the most powerful in town, what would they want with him anyways? He took a deep breath though, it wouldn’t hurt to try. He gathered up some courage and locked the door to his car before he walked over the driveway and up towards the building, he paused for a minute, just to give himself some time to think before he eventually rang the doorbell, his hand shaking as he did. 

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Starter for @master-nikoli

Wirt hadn’t been on a plane in a long time; the first time in fifteen years. But, he supposed, this trip was turning out to be a first time for a lot of things. Most importantly: his first assignment away from home.

He had only recently landed a job, mostly to keep him busy during his off-year between high school and college. It had quickly become about more than the money, however - he’d been hired to write articles for Boston Herald. Writing already was his passion, but being specifically asked to write about the paranormal happenings across the nation! He almost fainted upon hearing the news.

So now here he was, standing in line inside a generic coffee shop, his lazy amber gaze skipping over the small assortment of people without making a ripple. Beacon Hills, California. Despite what he’d been told (a murder spree pinned on werewolves! imagine that), it didn’t seem all that strange - then again, Wirt knew a thing or two about first impressions.

He shook out of his thoughts when the woman in front of him moved on. “Hello,” he greeted, his voice attempting at authority; so louder than usual, maybe annoyingly so. “Hazelnut macchiato, please. Two- er, better make it three shots. Yeah.” He rubbed a hand over the nape of his neck, sliding his credit card with the other when prompted.

He braced his elbows on the counter, leaning in before the barista could move on. “I actually have a question.” Receiving a quizzical look in response, he rushed to explain. “I’m looking for someone. His name’s Scott McCall. Mhm, high school lacrosse star. Though why that’s worth mentioning, I’m not sure. Why am I looking for him? I just have a few questions, that’s all.” He paused. “I realize that makes me sound like a cop, but I’m not. Not that it matters- why am I still talking?”

 starter to @master-nikoli

She took one hand it was their only chance. She created a second shield surrounding her friends. They were shouting inside the ball of black energy - but she couldn’t hear them. Her own shield began to weaken with the effort of keeping them both up. Her decision made she lets the one around herself down. Quickly shoving the ball containing her friends to safety - or so she hoped... 

Jerick had been trying to get back home for quite some time as well. He was starting to lose his patience, as well as his temper. As he settled against one of the seats, eyes heavy with lack of sleep considering the time, he couldn’t help the annoyed groan as they announced another delay. With a growl, he stood up, storming off to go get some coffee so he wouldn’t fall asleep right when they decided to finally board the damn flame.  After a moment, he made his way back, two cups in hand. Surprisingly, there was only him and a handful of others that were actually staying. Others had rescheduled or left in a huff to find another option. A good amount of people were sleeping or listening to their music, but there was one other nearby that seemed to be just as annoyed as Jerick was.  “Here.” The other said softly, handing the cup over to the other male before sitting beside him. “Looks like were still gonna be here awhile, huh? Might as well try and keep each other awake.”

“Thank you Kira.” says the young royal as she stands up from her chair and the young girl nods. 

“You’re welcome of course your majesty.” she replies. “Jackson will be waiting.” she adds. 

Lydia smiles a forced smile. “Thank you Kira.” she says again and the other girl curtsies and leaves. Lydia exhales a deep breath before she leaves her chambers. 

She finds Jackson seated in the Great chambers when she comes down the stairs and she greets him with another forced smile. Although he is attractive he looks unpleasant as usual. 

“Your Majesty.” she says and curtsies for him as she was brought up to do. 

“Your late.” he replies curtly. “I do not like to be kept waiting.” he informs her. 

“And I do not like to be talked to as such.” she responds. Her Mother would be displeased but Lydia did not care. 

King Whittemore glowers at her. “That was unwise.” 

“Oh?” she says arching her brow. 

“Yes, it was but don’t worry I will forgive you this once.” 

“How very big of you.” Lydia says before she can stop herself. It triggers something in the King in front of her and his nostrils flare and he raises his voice. 

“You will show me some respect!” he all but shouts. 

“Are you done?” says the Queen with raising her brow at him. 

His nostrils flare again but he straightens himself and nods. They are not finished. “I would be right for your kingdom a woman cannont run a country. You need a King like myself. You might be resistant now but I will make you see it before long.” he seethes.