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[siring]

CHARACTERS: Niklaus (siring) and OPEN
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: None yet.
SUMMARY: Exploring. Looking for victims.
NOTES: Klaus is a vampire/werewolf hybrid thing. See here for an explanation before tagging in, and let me know if you would be okay with Klaus possibly compelling or feeding from your character. Thanks!


[Klaus has come to detest the quiet. He doesn't do well with boredom either, never has. It caused him trouble during his short time as a human, those days of harmless fun that were ruined by a man with no tolerance for such things. A thousand years worth of memories and it's those that he seems to think about with more frequency when he makes his way through empty halls on the ship. He blames it on the quiet, and the way it sometimes tastes like steel and ash on his tongue. No part of him misses those early days, and Klaus proved that to himself by spending the next thousand years indulging in entertainments that no one would consider harmless.

There's purpose to his steps as he walks down the corridor, fingers splayed and the tips brushing against the walls. He lacks one, but the devil finds work for idle hands. He's made his vulgar promises, as Elijah would say-- ones that held only as long as they suited him. Until he finds the werewolves he has no need for the doppelganger, and as for the requests not to divulge certain information, he saw no reason not to let them all lie to each other. Let them put each other at a disadvantage, it meant less work for him later.

The sound of his own footsteps echo across the hall. The vessel is impressive in size, but it fails to mask a strong sense of containment. The Oxygen Gardens are his destination, he only decides on that as he caught the scent of vegetation. Overgrown as the plants are it's a poor substitute for the outdoors, lacking in all the sounds that nature provides. The chaos that erupted the other week had begun here. His hand reaches out, tearing a leaf off a nearby plant and studying it.

Life support on the ship is a fragile thing, and only some of his needs are readily provided for.]

Comments

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[He may as well own the ship, there are few other predators like him (no others, if you were to ask him so directly). Whatever powers that brought him here did not mean well for the other passengers.

There's a smile when he hears her voice. He's much less perturbed by their last encounter than she is. For now he is free to enjoy her presence.]

There's no danger here, not right now. [But does that mean she considers him sane? He turns to face her.]

Utilitarian, isn't it? [He spreads his arms out, clearly talking about the garden.] One day you should visit Giverny, see the water gardens. [It's gotten a bit touristy since he's last been there though.]

[disparage]

[ there may be no danger for him, but klaus is one of those ticking time bombs. it's always dangerous for her, even if he's not around. but she steps closer, finding that he's gotten over their little not-quite-a-tiff for now. ]

It's pretty ... and less goo-ey. [ the last part is said more to herself. however, she'll give it that. the ship is kind of nice, but it's too confining. the garden is pretty enough to distract her from that. with a glance upwards, well, the gardens have lost their illusion of being a garden. she wants to be able to look up and see the sky. ] I bet it's not as confined as this.

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[He watches her-- his gaze following hers as she glances up, then back to her face.] No. But I would enjoy hearing what you think of it, whenever you decide to go. [He'll refrain from saying 'with me'.]

Suffering from a bit of claustrophobia? [Here. The ship. He's ostracized from the rest of the group, and has no idea how any of them might be settling in to their prison. She could be used to get more information, but he is genuinely curious about what she's been getting herself up to. How she's been sustaining herself.]

[disparage]

[ yeah, yeah, yeah. he might not say it, but she hears it. and she might stiffen her back a bit at that. but if he doesn't say it, she won't refute it - and most likely piss him off. and she won't say she probably won't go. she'll be stuck in the little town of mystic falls - once they're off this ship - and forever be stuck in the drama that is their lives. besides, she can't separate herself from her mother.

caroline exhales. yep, yep she is, klaus. ] A bit? Try a lot.

There's no sun. [ not that that is a bad thing, but caroline misses it. she glances at one of the plants. what else is she supposed to do? look at him? ] I miss it.

[ she spares him a glance, since he's the one who brought up going places. ] If there's any place I want to go, it's home.

[siring]

[If she's going try to avoid looking at him, he's just going to stand even closer to her. Right at her side, looking at the same plants that she was just looking at before she glanced over. Pretending to ignore her while being so close that their arms almost brush.

Home. He sighs. It's annoying that the things she wants are things he can't actually offer her.]

You have a fair amount of home already here. [The Salvatores, Tyler Lockwood, Elena Gilbert. Even a few of the dead.] Although I suppose that must only make it worse-- having them all from different times. [Having to worry about their safety. Specifically from himself.]

[disparage]

[ and he hits the nail on the head. it's very annoying. she doesn't really know why she wants to tell him anything, or really answer his observations with an affirmation of yes, you are right, but it's not like she has anyone else to talk to. stefan's probably too busy with elena and dealing with damon being damon - and she doesn't want to bug him, since stefan and her haven't been friends for what feels like a lifetime, thanks to the d-bag standing inches away from her - and she doesn't want to infodump tyler with everything that isn't bliss and happiness, and elena's busy dealing with jenna ... kind of leaves her singled out, which isn't unusual for her.

she really should just move away. instead, she just looks at the plants. maybe she can pretend she's not talking to him, of all people. ] People might think I should be grateful, but it just makes things even harder.

[ but it seems like she can't resist glancing over at him, narrowing her eyes a little. ] I bet you're loving this.

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Then you would be wrong. [He glances over at her, a certain hardness to his tone. He doesn't enjoy any of this, being as isolated as she is. Being in an uncertain and feeling like he's lost what control he had back home. It's not the most pleasant experience. He adapts because he has to, because his survival takes precedence over all else.]

[disparage]

Wouldn't be the first time.

[ except she is always right about him, because klaus is the villain and he follows that particular code to the t. she doesn't glance at him when he spares her one. she doesn't like how easy it is to talk to him. like he's - well, not really human, are they?

she glances over, maybe amused, maybe accusing. there's an obvious switch in the tone of the conversation. ]

Why are you in here, anyway? Are you planning on killing the plants?