I figured we can get a better idea of this place from the air. I didn't get the sense anyone else here has the ability to do that...but I think I can. I was looking for someone to spot me from the ground, make sure I don't drop out of the sky and break my neck or something.
You seemed pretty capable, I thought I'd ask for your support.
[ or levitate, but levitation is never as exciting as flying. jason does have the hair for it...
even though it doesn't involve blood and mayhem, it sounds fun. something normal to do that doesn't involve mass murder... this will be a new one for kol. ]
I'm in. Where are you intending to float above? Hopefully not the Bonfire.
( Javert's not going to bother identifying himself. The rough, even way that he speaks should be obvious on it's own, as should the conversation. He's seen what Kol is capable of during the capture the flag game, but he wants to know more. )
I don't believe we spoke about what type of combat you're proficient in.
[ it's his friend from another time period! super sneaky spy extraordinaire, javert. kol smiles when he hears his voice and his question when he picks up. ]
Didn't we? Must've gotten lost in all the council and flag chit chat.
[ he sounds overly amused when he says it—of course, that had all been important things to discuss! but hardly any of it (besides capture the flag) is fun.
presuming javert isn't here for a good old chat about a tangent, kol let's out a breath, steeling himself for seriousness. talking about good old dad isn't easy, and neither is his origins. ]
My father was a viking warrior. It sounds primitive, I know... but I've been able to adapt it over the years.
( Javert can certainly relate to that, at least in part. Perhaps that is why they have gotten along so well, and why Javert has gone so far as to message him out of the blue. Part of it is professional curiosity, but the rest of it is because he actually likes talking to Kol. Strange as that may seem. )
What does that entail, exactly? He must have taught you it himself, I assume.
[ kol doesn't try to sound overly cheery on that. mikael was a hard ass when he was a boy and even more so when he was a vampire. a piece of work he thinks someone like javert wouldn't have any joy in spending time with. he was intense, controlling, and a perfectionist all rolled into one angry man.
at the beginning of his reciting, kol sounds a little bored until he doesn't sound bored at all. ] Quite a lot of hand to hand. Using one's environment as a weapon. Most of the time, it was thrusting a stick at me and expecting me to be quick enough to dodge it and disarm him at the same time. [ it resulted in quite a lot of bruises and scrapes. kol inhales then sighs. to speak of mikael in such a positive light is strange. ] He taught me how to rely on myself than anything else. You're the weapon, not the stick, mallet, baseball bat, or gun that's in your hand.
( It's been nearly a day since they last spoke, and during that time, Javert's been looking high and low for the rock Kol seems concerned about. It's not a demanding job by any means, given that Javert is usually out patrolling Beacon at most hours of the day anyway. He needn't go too far out of his way to look for something that's been stolen.
It gives him something to do, and Javert cannot be anymore grateful for that. He hates being idle, feeling useless. It gives him great pride to send word back to Kol, informing him of his success. You wouldn't be able to tell from the curtness of his message, though. It's as reserved as Javert usually is. )
[ does it count as losing the librarian's rock if one of the spirits pinched it from him? out of all the meagre possessions he owns in beacon, it's that damn rock that has his temper quietly flaring. he'd rip the entire town apart for it if it meant he didn't end up on the wrong side of the postmaster general and the librarian.
thankfully, someone far more level-headed stepped in to unknowingly (or perhaps knowingly) prevent ultimate town destruction. inspector javert is as good of a detective as he had promised. ]
Does it have the smiley face on it?
[ it was a very particular rock! describing the rock to javert yesterday had only proven kol should've taken up a career in rock things.
it's mikaelson paranoia™ at it's best. of course he found it. javert is meticulous. ]
I can't believe you've actually found it. Don't tell me it was amongst other rocks.
( This has got to be one of the most bizarre thefts the inspector has ever investigated. A rock with a smiley face on it? Who would take such a thing? One of the spirits, apparently, and what they had done with it was even more odd. It's no small wonder Kol wasn't able to find it. )
I discovered it in the Invincible's larder, hidden among a bag of rice. I don't know if someone placed it there deliberately, or if it simply fell in.
( Either way, he found it. That should put Kol in a better mood, and Javert will be pleased to know that he is the cause of it. After a moment, he types another message, )
If I said something about three pairs of gloves, would that mean anything to you?
[ daylight feels bad for being so abrupt but between waking up and feeling stiff as a non-jointed construct that hasn't been oiled in a while, he can only type so many words on his tablets before his stiff, pins-and-needles fingers go nope.
he hopes what he just wrote makes sense, taking the plunge by hitting send and seeing if he gets an answer of some sort. ]
he's been waiting for this. honestly, if it wasn't for davina missing (or gone, permanently gone from this realm), he would've reached to check up on daylight without so much as making it obvious. broken hearts, you know. ]
Should've gone for silk gloves. Might have made you slip down from those rungs of that ridiculously long ladder.
[ and, you know, the rest wouldn't have happened. ]
I remember. And I'm assuming you do, too. Dead birds. :)
after making a face at the screen and hoping the energies of his expression could be picked up through the wavelengths, daylight does type out a reply to kol: ]
Yeah. Not one my proudest moments.
I'm sorry about that. The whole thing. I wanted to say thank you for trying to save me. I wasn't 'there' anymore but I felt your efforts and thanks. [ this is, perhaps, the closest day will ever get to admitting to what happened during the final minutes of the weird dream/vision/experience thing.
he's been pretty cagey about talking about this to others. it helps kol was there, definitely. ]
A little sketch of a bird who is wearing a cute Christmas hat and happens to hold a pair of snazzy white gloves in their beak. ‘Thank you,’ is written being the sketch along with well-wishes for the winter holidays and the year ahead. It’s notably not signed.
[Attached is a picture taken just outside the church. It's a small army of tiny snowmen (no taller than 5-10 inches) or perhaps more accurately snow sigillaria. If you look, each snowman has an initial on its belly to correspond to the people Jason considers himself close to. Written in the snow are the words: Happy Saturnalia & Merry Christmas.
He couldn't find enough gifts for everyone he wanted to, so he sculpted these an sent out a sort of Christmas card instead. Of course, the snowmen are still there in person for the foreseeable future.]
A ridiculously sealed note is left at Kol's place. When he manages to finally open it - why? so much tape?? - he'll see the following message written in a surprisingly neat cursive script:
Hi Kol,
I wanted to let you and the others who fell asleep during the events and had dreamt of the past(?) of Beacon this info: You can write to Dr. Solis and share your experience with her.
You can leave your letter over at the Post Office whenever you want to get around to that. Postmaster General will send your letter to her.
The memory inside is cold, impossibly cold. Kol is covered in nitrogen ice and hurtling through the cosmos with his best friend, his companion: Charon. A massive moon but still too puny to run on her own, Kol took him in. Charon's weight threw their orbit off-kilter, and now the two of them spin hand in hand through the vacuum of space, Kol all the while hiding his heart behind his back.
But today! Today is a magical day, as Kol and Charon stream recklessly across the sky, veering hard back toward the sun. They tumble straight past Neptune, cutting off his orbit and jettisoning themselves out of last place. Hah!
Kol and Charon sprint toward their distance home-star, and it will be a very long time before they can hope to feel the faintest hint of warmth from it, but they've got all this sky to race through in the meantime. Kol reaches out toward Charon to plant a copper red kiss of tholins and love atop her head, their atmospheres brushing together softly in the vastness, and the memory ends.
[ because kol is a lazy shit and has things dictated to him. or, you know, he read it—but we all know he can't read. ]
I've been around for a long time, and yet, every hunter—ghost, vampire, werewolf, and of Taylor Swift records—remains the same. I know you don't need me to say it, but I need my good karma, so: Be careful.
they do us a favor by being so consistent, so i won't complain. too much.
considering they're either stupid enough or arrogant enough to announce their intentions publicly, i should be fine. but if your karma points insist, feel free to be my valiant protector.
just when you think this place can't get any worse, half of it floods and you have to dig a torch out of a pile of doll parts. if some kind of creepy ghost girl comes to steal my body, you better not like her more than me
still kicking out there, old man? here's hoping you haven't had to dig through a pile of, i repeat, disfigured doll parts
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Hey. Would you be interested in helping me out with something? It involves heights and hopefully might get us more information about where we are.
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Already bored with the ground?
What do you need help with? If it's star gazing, I'm a little rusty on my constellations.
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Always.
I figured we can get a better idea of this place from the air. I didn't get the sense anyone else here has the ability to do that...but I think I can. I was looking for someone to spot me from the ground, make sure I don't drop out of the sky and break my neck or something.
You seemed pretty capable, I thought I'd ask for your support.
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[ or levitate, but levitation is never as exciting as flying. jason does have the hair for it...
even though it doesn't involve blood and mayhem, it sounds fun. something normal to do that doesn't involve mass murder... this will be a new one for kol. ]
I'm in. Where are you intending to float above? Hopefully not the Bonfire.
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I don't believe we spoke about what type of combat you're proficient in.
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Didn't we? Must've gotten lost in all the council and flag chit chat.
[ he sounds overly amused when he says it—of course, that had all been important things to discuss! but hardly any of it (besides capture the flag) is fun.
presuming javert isn't here for a good old chat about a tangent, kol let's out a breath, steeling himself for seriousness. talking about good old dad isn't easy, and neither is his origins. ]
My father was a viking warrior. It sounds primitive, I know... but I've been able to adapt it over the years.
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( Javert can certainly relate to that, at least in part. Perhaps that is why they have gotten along so well, and why Javert has gone so far as to message him out of the blue. Part of it is professional curiosity, but the rest of it is because he actually likes talking to Kol. Strange as that may seem. )
What does that entail, exactly? He must have taught you it himself, I assume.
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[ kol doesn't try to sound overly cheery on that. mikael was a hard ass when he was a boy and even more so when he was a vampire. a piece of work he thinks someone like javert wouldn't have any joy in spending time with. he was intense, controlling, and a perfectionist all rolled into one angry man.
at the beginning of his reciting, kol sounds a little bored until he doesn't sound bored at all. ] Quite a lot of hand to hand. Using one's environment as a weapon. Most of the time, it was thrusting a stick at me and expecting me to be quick enough to dodge it and disarm him at the same time. [ it resulted in quite a lot of bruises and scrapes. kol inhales then sighs. to speak of mikael in such a positive light is strange. ] He taught me how to rely on myself than anything else. You're the weapon, not the stick, mallet, baseball bat, or gun that's in your hand.
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@javert, backdated to oct 31
It gives him something to do, and Javert cannot be anymore grateful for that. He hates being idle, feeling useless. It gives him great pride to send word back to Kol, informing him of his success. You wouldn't be able to tell from the curtness of his message, though. It's as reserved as Javert usually is. )
I believe I have found your rock.
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thankfully, someone far more level-headed stepped in to unknowingly (or perhaps knowingly) prevent ultimate town destruction. inspector javert is as good of a detective as he had promised. ]
Does it have the smiley face on it?
[ it was a very particular rock! describing the rock to javert yesterday had only proven kol should've taken up a career in rock things.
it's mikaelson paranoia™ at it's best. of course he found it. javert is meticulous. ]
I can't believe you've actually found it. Don't tell me it was amongst other rocks.
[ he looked at every rock he could find! ]
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( This has got to be one of the most bizarre thefts the inspector has ever investigated. A rock with a smiley face on it? Who would take such a thing? One of the spirits, apparently, and what they had done with it was even more odd. It's no small wonder Kol wasn't able to find it. )
I discovered it in the Invincible's larder, hidden among a bag of rice. I don't know if someone placed it there deliberately, or if it simply fell in.
( Either way, he found it. That should put Kol in a better mood, and Javert will be pleased to know that he is the cause of it. After a moment, he types another message, )
Would like me to deliver it to you?
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( text; after the dreamers event. )
[ daylight feels bad for being so abrupt but between waking up and feeling stiff as a non-jointed construct that hasn't been oiled in a while, he can only type so many words on his tablets before his stiff, pins-and-needles fingers go nope.
he hopes what he just wrote makes sense, taking the plunge by hitting send and seeing if he gets an answer of some sort. ]
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he's been waiting for this. honestly, if it wasn't for davina missing (or gone, permanently gone from this realm), he would've reached to check up on daylight without so much as making it obvious. broken hearts, you know. ]
Should've gone for silk gloves. Might have made you slip down from those rungs of that ridiculously long ladder.
[ and, you know, the rest wouldn't have happened. ]
I remember. And I'm assuming you do, too.
Dead birds. :)
[ trigger. c: ]
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after making a face at the screen and hoping the energies of his expression could be picked up through the wavelengths, daylight does type out a reply to kol: ]
Yeah. Not one my proudest moments.
I'm sorry about that. The whole thing. I wanted to say thank you for trying to save me. I wasn't 'there' anymore but I felt your efforts and thanks. [ this is, perhaps, the closest day will ever get to admitting to what happened during the final minutes of the weird dream/vision/experience thing.
he's been pretty cagey about talking about this to others. it helps kol was there, definitely. ]
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A GIFT FOR THE HOLIDAYS. (THE 25TH.)
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Of course Kol knows who it's from. Who better to dump bird carcasses on top of but Day? He might go save a few for him in 2020... ♥
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He couldn't find enough gifts for everyone he wanted to, so he sculpted these an sent out a sort of Christmas card instead. Of course, the snowmen are still there in person for the foreseeable future.]
A SEALED NOTE. ( backdated: jan 21, tuesday. )
Hi Kol,
I wanted to let you and the others who fell asleep during the events and had dreamt of the past(?) of Beacon this info: You can write to Dr. Solis and share your experience with her.
You can leave your letter over at the Post Office whenever you want to get around to that. Postmaster General will send your letter to her.
Thanks,
Daylight.
KOL FINDS AN OPAL
But today! Today is a magical day, as Kol and Charon stream recklessly across the sky, veering hard back toward the sun. They tumble straight past Neptune, cutting off his orbit and jettisoning themselves out of last place. Hah!
Kol and Charon sprint toward their distance home-star, and it will be a very long time before they can hope to feel the faintest hint of warmth from it, but they've got all this sky to race through in the meantime. Kol reaches out toward Charon to plant a copper red kiss of tholins and love atop her head, their atmospheres brushing together softly in the vastness, and the memory ends.
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i'm sorry, that's an insult to your intelligence. nobody could have missed the loudmouth idiots on the network.
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[ because kol is a lazy shit and has things dictated to him. or, you know, he read it—but we all know he can't read. ]
I've been around for a long time, and yet, every hunter—ghost, vampire, werewolf, and of Taylor Swift records—remains the same. I know you don't need me to say it, but I need my good karma, so: Be careful.
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considering they're either stupid enough or arrogant enough to announce their intentions publicly, i should be fine. but if your karma points insist, feel free to be my valiant protector.
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still kicking out there, old man? here's hoping you haven't had to dig through a pile of, i repeat, disfigured doll parts
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What kind of doll parts are we talking here?
Jury's still out on whether or not I'd like her more than you.
[ dependent on the doll parts she has, of course. that's evidently the most important thing here, right? ]
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🖕 i hope she steals your body next
( YOU'RE NOT LOYAL KOL! )
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