Isabelle Laurent

[isabellelaurent]

Isabelle was having an... interesting night. The halls of the Shard were still familiar to her after a century, and she was delighted that the secret passages installed were still working. She wondered if that Vincent fellow knew them all.

Again, she was rather bitter. This place should have been hers after Izak escaped to Europe. But, no, he had to give it away to an outsider. Fortunately, she was sure that she could do any with him in due time.

And so, she mingled. Swaying lightly to the music, tasting delicate wines and watching her companions succumb to the utter chaos in the room. It was orderly.

Isabelle raised a brow, studying the man that just walked into her. He reeked of alcohol, but every one did. What she noticed most was the collar around him and that delicious smell emitting from him.

"Oh, it's alright," she said, smiling. It wasn't, but that could be arranged. "Are you enjoying the party?"

[eri-mergo]

"Good! I'm glad I didn't hurt you." He noticed that she seemed to be smelling him. It didn't scare him. Not when she seemed to find his smell so nice. Perhaps she was a vampire. There were too many at this party for him to get a good read on anyone in particular, but she at least acted like one. He smiled back, grateful for her easy forgiveness, tugging at his collar to make sure it was in place.

“Yeah, I'm enjoying it a lot!" He said with genuine enthusiasm, only slurring his words slightly. "How about you? How are you finding the party?"

[isabellelaurent]

She seemed to be meeting a lot of drunken puppies tonight.

"Looks like it," Isabelle observed, eyes darting to the collar at his motion. It was fortunate that he hadn't been bitten yet and that he had previously chosen to don a bright red collar. Not that it would've stopped her. Either way, if this man didn't sober up, someone else would snatch him up. Best it'd be her. "It's too modern for my tastes," she murmured, voice clear even through the harsh din of music and yells. The surrounding dancers had wisely chosen to mosh farther away from them.

"Deity or elf?" Abruptly asked, with an inquisitive turn of her head. "I can't figure out which one you are..."

[isabellelaurent]

Encounter: Closed Starter

For: @thorsiffe-dragonheart

At: The Shard

Isabelle hummed as she drew in the spirit's blood. It had a watery taste, quite like a human's, and a delightful lemon tang. She could see their legs turning transparent, dissolving into mist as she literally sucked what little life they still had.

It didn't matter that they didn't have a collar on-- the old vampire had known this particular spirit when she was alive. And she had the guts to waltz into the Shard again, now that Izak was gone, now that there was a outsider as clan head.

She wasn't quite over that, actually.

This would be the first time she attended without the presence of her sire sibling lurking in the shadows. They didn't speak at these parties, not since she left, but he was still there. It was somewhat... poetic, actually; to feel the missing presence of her past, tucked in an alcove unblemished by time.

The spirit whimpered, though limp in her grasp.

"Shh," Isabelle hushed, withdrawing from her neck. "You did this, darling. Oh, don't look at me like that."

The door creaked open, and she flicked her eyes over to the incoming light. Only old members of the Rosu clan knew this place was hidden in the Shard-- who could it be?

[eri-mergo]

Location: The Shard

Open: @vievecorcitystarters

Eri was, at long last, drunk. It took a lot for him to keep his buzz, so he was drinking with perhaps more fervor than those around him. His fellow dancers seemed not to mind, though. Being this drunk dulled the pain from falling, and he was feeling better than he had in weeks. He knew that tomorrow, he'd likely have a monstrous hangover, and terrible body pains from dancing. But that was a problem for then. For now, he was just enjoying the party.

When he'd been sober a few hours ago, he'd put on one of the bands marking him as willing to be fed from by vampires. The collar was still attached to him, though he hadn't gotten any offers as of yet.

He made his way off the dance floor, needing a smoke break and some water; it was hot on the dance floor. As he did, he bumped into someone. "Sorry, I didn't see you there!"

[isabellelaurent]

Isabelle was having an... interesting night. The halls of the Shard were still familiar to her after a century, and she was delighted that the secret passages installed were still working. She wondered if that Vincent fellow knew them all.

Again, she was rather bitter. This place should have been hers after Izak escaped to Europe. But, no, he had to give it away to an outsider. Fortunately, she was sure that she could do any with him in due time.

And so, she mingled. Swaying lightly to the music, tasting delicate wines and watching her companions succumb to the utter chaos in the room. It was orderly.

Isabelle raised a brow, studying the man that just walked into her. He reeked of alcohol, but every one did. What she noticed most was the collar around him and that delicious smell emitting from him.

"Oh, it's alright," she said, smiling. It wasn't, but that could be arranged. "Are you enjoying the party?"

[makena-harris]

Drinks: Closed Starter

isabellelaurent​:

The Dumisami coven hadn’t caused any problems lately. And if they did, Isabelle wouldn’t have stopped– enticing an enemy witch, hmm.

Isabelle pushed her drink aside to the bartender, who caught it with a jolt. “Well, Miss Harris, lead the way.”

It was not often that Makena would have the chance to escort the vampire’s Council representative around at one of these parties and she stood up at attention and threw Isabelle a grin.

“Do you have any preferences as to which dragon you’d like to see? The Western one is a bit jumpier around vampires, but Yunlong is friendly with everyone.”

[isabellelaurent]

"It's been a while since I've seen dragons from the East," Isabelle said, keeping pace with Makena. Quite a few eyes were on them- it was somewhat troubling, since live feeding wasn't favored in the public eye. Especially at an Earth Day celebration.

"It's always nice to make a dragon jump, though."

"You'll protect me, won't you?" she simpered.

[daphnemontagu]

For: @isabellelaurent

Location: Auction House

A Sister’s of the Night meeting had just concluded, when Daphne found herself hanging back from leaving. She hadn’t spoken to Isabelle properly since finding out about the events of the possible future and she didn’t know whether the other woman had chosen to do likewise, or not. Regardless, she hadn’t spoken with her coven leader one-on-one since their dinner date a few months back and Daphne thought it was due.

“Thank you for keeping us all updated.” The blonde offered with a small smile. “Are you heading home now?” Daphne asked, seemingly having forgotten how to make small-talk somewhere during this whole thing.

[isabellelaurent]

Isabelle paused for a moment, simply looking at Daphne. She smiled so shyly-- it was adorable. It was much better than the smile she had given her in the New World.

"Of course," Isabelle said smoothly, returning her smile. She would hold Daphne closer in this life- she had been too reckless in the alternate future. Her first thought was to chain her down, so she wouldn't run away, but she reminded herself that Daphne liked freedom. No, she wouldn't coddle over Daphne like a prized jewel. She knew the other vampire was wise and strong with experience, but old habits were hard to break. "What kind of leader would I be if I hadn't?"

[daphnemontagu]

“This is very true,” Daphne laughed softly, gathering the papers on the desk into her arms. “How have you been recently?” The blonde asked the older woman, “We haven’t had much chance to catch up since our last dinner and since… well— since this business with the Effendi.” Daphne has chosen to find out about the alternate timeline, but that didn’t mean Isabelle had. She was curious, or maybe she was feeling vulnerable that her clan leader might remember how she had been, how broken and frightened of everything she had been.

[isabellelaurent]

Isabelle flicked her wrist- the lock turned in the doors of the meeting room. "Indeed. It was generous of them, to allow everyone to remember."

Briefly, she wondered whenever Daphne had chosen to find out. She knew the other vampire as a woman who didn't chase the past, but in general, it was enticing, seeing yourself in the "future." Isabelle hadn't gone over the specifics of the alternate future with her clan, since it was their choice whenever the girls wanted to recover their memories or not. She simply went over a brief overview, mostly about the group that accelerated the hunt for supernaturals, how they fell, and individuals to avoid.

"Did you choose to remember?" she pondered.

[makena-harris]

Drinks: Closed Starter

isabellelaurent​:

Isabelle had to resist a wider smile.

“Depending on what kind,” she simpered. Hm, Isabelle thought. Not so shy after all. She could work with that. The vampire elder’s tastes for her blood were not as widespread as her other companions, but most knew she preferred witches.

Since the woman already knew who Isabelle was, she did not bother to introduce herself. “And what’s your name, little witch?”

“Makena,” the witch said with a grin, noting the interest in Isabelle’s eyes. “Makena Harris. From the Dumisani coven. Is that alright with you?”

[isabellelaurent]

The Dumisami coven hadn't caused any problems lately. And if they did, Isabelle wouldn't have stopped-- enticing an enemy witch, hmm.

Isabelle pushed her drink aside to the bartender, who caught it with a jolt. "Well, Miss Harris, lead the way."

[daphnemontagu]

For: @isabellelaurent

Location: Auction House

A Sister’s of the Night meeting had just concluded, when Daphne found herself hanging back from leaving. She hadn’t spoken to Isabelle properly since finding out about the events of the possible future and she didn’t know whether the other woman had chosen to do likewise, or not. Regardless, she hadn’t spoken with her coven leader one-on-one since their dinner date a few months back and Daphne thought it was due.

“Thank you for keeping us all updated.” The blonde offered with a small smile. “Are you heading home now?” Daphne asked, seemingly having forgotten how to make small-talk somewhere during this whole thing.

[isabellelaurent]

Isabelle paused for a moment, simply looking at Daphne. She smiled so shyly-- it was adorable. It was much better than the smile she had given her in the New World.

"Of course," Isabelle said smoothly, returning her smile. She would hold Daphne closer in this life- she had been too reckless in the alternate future. Her first thought was to chain her down, so she wouldn't run away, but she reminded herself that Daphne liked freedom. No, she wouldn't coddle over Daphne like a prized jewel. She knew the other vampire was wise and strong with experience, but old habits were hard to break. "What kind of leader would I be if I hadn't?"

[makena-harris]

Drinks: Closed Starter

isabellelaurent​:

Isabelle raised a brow. Her lips twitched into an amused smile. “Oh, could you, now?” she mused. It was cute, this shy freshness of… Curly. She hadn’t made the effort to see the dragons herself; she knew them as hoarders with an ego that rivaled hers, and besides she wasn’t going to wait in line.

“You must be a witch,” Isabelle said smoothly, moving to better face the woman.

“I could,” Makena smiled. She enjoyed being able to have this access for such occasion when she needed to impress someone, assuming Isabelle was suitably impressed. 

“And I am.” Her smiled turned into a grin because the vampire seemed more interested now that she the word ‘witch’ was on the table. “Why? Do you like witches?”

[isabellelaurent]

Isabelle had to resist a wider smile.

"Depending on what kind," she simpered. Hm, Isabelle thought. Not so shy after all. She could work with that. The vampire elder's tastes for her blood were not as widespread as her other companions, but most knew she preferred witches.

Since the woman already knew who Isabelle was, she did not bother to introduce herself. "And what's your name, little witch?"

[weneedtotalkaboutcate]

Cate Blanchett for Armani Beauty and Harpers Bazaar, photographed by Tom Munro.

[elio-del-vecchio]

@isabellelaurent​

Isabelle sighed, allowing herself this comfort from Elio. “Always the optimist, Elio,” she mused.

“Always,” Elio responded back with a grin, willing even himself to believe the lie.

[makena-harris]

Drinks: Closed Starter

isabellelaurent​:

Isabelle allowed a brow to raise, a clear sign of slight amusement. The woman’s mouth was open in a soft ‘o’ shape, even when she spoke. It reminded Isabelle of a goldfish.

She wasn’t surprised the woman knew her. It would be embarrassing if she had not. She actually looked a little familiar, Isabelle thought. Isabelle had probably seen her in passing, around Dumisami? Yes, that must have been it.

“It’s lovely,” she said plainly. To be honest, she found Earth Day celebrations to be… quite foolish. They were simply celebrating a dying world.

“Just lovely? Did you go see the dragons?” the witch asked. It was not often that she had the chance to make conversation with the vampire elder and she was most definitely going to seize the moment. Isabelle was stunning up close and Makena could not stop staring. “I could bring you over to meet them if you’d like.”

[isabellelaurent]

Isabelle raised a brow. Her lips twitched into an amused smile. "Oh, could you, now?" she mused. It was cute, this shy freshness of... Curly. She hadn't made the effort to see the dragons herself; she knew them as hoarders with an ego that rivaled hers, and besides she wasn't going to wait in line.

"You must be a witch," Isabelle said smoothly, moving to better face the woman.

[isabellelaurent]

CLOSED AU STARTER: ELIO

Time: Midday, Present Day (2058)

For: @elio-del-vecchio

Isabelle cradled her coffee cup in her hands, fingers brushing the hot service to receive some sort of warmth. She watched the people, the humans, go about their day, smiling, chattering, embracing. It was the cold fire to her cup of water simmering slightly. They could take her power, yes, but they would never be able to take her. Isabelle held herself with the same poise, albeit tiredly. Chin up, but not too up, eyes level, but looking down. Face showing what she wanted to show, body unapproachable to all except the waiter whose job was to serve her.

She brought the cup to her lips and let the liquid heat her throat. Rashinlov had said that the P.S Group began developing items that could detect magic. Had Isabelle not been a target, she would have had immense respect for the apes. In under a century, they had discovered ways to combat supernaturals and depower one for eternity. Just a few years ago, their only defense against them was guns and knives.

She slid back in her metal chair and looked at the clouds, watching.

[elio-del-vecchio]

isabellelaurent​:

Isabelle waved a hand in the air. Any pedestrian would assume she was articulating her words through gestures, not casting a small spell, meant to jumble their conversation if any outsider tried to listen in.

“Judas and his gang…” she did so detest using this word, but it was neccesary. “Rescued me. Without them, I probably would still be in that wretched place.”

She cleared her throat. “I’ve gathered the remaining vampires. I guess, unlike you, I haven’t been helping the others as much.”

“Don’t belittle your actions. I’m sure plenty are grateful for your help. I will have to thank this Judas fellow as well for their actions next time our paths cross,” Elio reassured with an easy smile. 

[isabellelaurent]

Isabelle sighed, allowing herself this comfort from Elio. "Always the optimist, Elio," she mused.

[makena-harris]

Drinks: Closed Starter

for: @isabellelaurent

location: Vievecor City Park

————

The elves had outdone themselves this year, as they always had. Truthful to their beautiful, imperious, nature, they made Earth Day one of the most memorable events in Vievecor, though it remained on the lower side of Isabelle’s rankings. Perhaps it was because she didn’t like the way elves tasted. Pretty things, they were, but far too sweet.

It had been a few years since Isabelle had seen dragons, though, she appreciated the opportunity. They were majestic creatures, fading quickly with their declining power.

Isabelle had been at the bar for a decent amount of time, feeling the bubbly, tasteless refreshments down her throat. She stood to leave, but paused, before she had even moved, at the arrival of a new person.

Makena sidled up to the bar to get herself a new drink. She had some down time from her duties of looking after one of the dragons and she really needed a pick-me-up. It was obvious who she moved to stand next to because the witch would recognise Isabelle Laurent anywhere. She was a tall and very striking woman who gave off an air of unattainability which was exactly what made her such an imposing figure in the supernatural community.

Not that Makena cared for such things though, probably because she was usually too busy gawking at Isabelle whenever she was nearby. This time was no exception. “Hey, Miss Laurent,” she said in greeting. “Enjoying the party?”

[isabellelaurent]

Isabelle allowed a brow to raise, a clear sign of slight amusement. The woman's mouth was open in a soft 'o' shape, even when she spoke. It reminded Isabelle of a goldfish.

She wasn't surprised the woman knew her. It would be embarrassing if she had not. She actually looked a little familiar, Isabelle thought. Isabelle had probably seen her in passing, around Dumisami? Yes, that must have been it.

"It's lovely," she said plainly. To be honest, she found Earth Day celebrations to be... quite foolish. They were simply celebrating a dying world.

[kitsunexkang]

tiktok | open starter

isabellelaurent​:

The thing Isabelle hated most about this century? Those frolicking influencers, prancing around Klin, tweeting “look at this pretty drink i got at vicium <33.” She shuddered, thinking about it. Soliciting was not necessarily prohibited at any of the auction houses. It just depended on who was manning the front desk and if Isabelle was there.

Isabelle was at the Droitwitch location, aghast at this dancer dancing in front of her building. She thought any rising stars would think twice after Tarilyn drove the last influencer out. Apparently not.

She walked out of the building. This would be dealt with quietly; she wasn’t in the mood to feed humans today, and the girls didn’t care much for them. To her surprise, the human retaliated. His hand made its way through the air, right in Isabelle open hand, inches from her face.

Eyes narrowing, she glowered at the man; young, no heart beat. He wasn’t human, after all. Her grip was tight, nails tickling the man’s flesh. Isabelle relinquished her hold on him, letting her hand float back to her side. “As you should. We don’t allow solicitors, I’m afraid, it’d be best for you to leave.”

“I’m not a solicitor,” Kang said quickly. He recognised the woman he almost backhanded as Isabelle Laurent, a well-respected elder and one of the oldest vampires in the city.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised again. “It’s just that your building is gorgeous. I just wanted to… dance. In front of it.” For TikTok, Kang decided not to say.

[isabellelaurent]

He wasn't a vampire, that was for sure. If he were, he wouldn't be dancing. Her eyes roved over his form, glancing at his feet. Spirit. This one was actually familiar to Isabelle, from the alternate version of the world, if she remembered correctly. She always remembered correctly. He was fox influencer or something with a tail.

A change in the air could be sensed as she pondered whenever to eat him or not. This same recklessness led to her demise in the New World and she kept that in mind. They weren't in the New World anymore, they were back in Vievecor, how it was supposed to be. It wouldn't hurt, for one influencer, one she knew would succeed, to stay.

"How old are you?" Isabelle stated.

[isabellelaurent]

Drinks: Closed Starter

for: @makena-harris

location: Vievecor City Park

------------

The elves had outdone themselves this year, as they always had. Truthful to their beautiful, imperious, nature, they made Earth Day one of the most memorable events in Vievecor, though it remained on the lower side of Isabelle's rankings. Perhaps it was because she didn't like the way elves tasted. Pretty things, they were, but far too sweet.

It had been a few years since Isabelle had seen dragons, though, she appreciated the opportunity. They were majestic creatures, fading quickly with their declining power.

Isabelle had been at the bar for a decent amount of time, feeling the bubbly, tasteless refreshments down her throat. She stood to leave, but paused, before she had even moved, at the arrival of a new person.

[isabellelaurent]

CLOSED AU STARTER: ELIO

Time: Midday, Present Day (2058)

For: @elio-del-vecchio

Isabelle cradled her coffee cup in her hands, fingers brushing the hot service to receive some sort of warmth. She watched the people, the humans, go about their day, smiling, chattering, embracing. It was the cold fire to her cup of water simmering slightly. They could take her power, yes, but they would never be able to take her. Isabelle held herself with the same poise, albeit tiredly. Chin up, but not too up, eyes level, but looking down. Face showing what she wanted to show, body unapproachable to all except the waiter whose job was to serve her.

She brought the cup to her lips and let the liquid heat her throat. Rashinlov had said that the P.S Group began developing items that could detect magic. Had Isabelle not been a target, she would have had immense respect for the apes. In under a century, they had discovered ways to combat supernaturals and depower one for eternity. Just a few years ago, their only defense against them was guns and knives.

She slid back in her metal chair and looked at the clouds, watching.

[elio-del-vecchio]

isabellelaurent​:

Smiling. Hm. Curious.

“You too,” Isabelle said. He was acting as if everyone knew he had gotten out alive. Everyone did not. She took another sip, eyes still trained on the deity. “Thank you.” Then she leaned closer, tongue flicking across her lips. “I know it’s a dreadful topic to talk about, for a reunion, but how did you get out?”

“I didn’t,” Elio answered with a shrug and shake of his head. “I got Matthew out and then... well, I’m afraid I got hit with something myself not long after and I think I blacked out. It’s all a blur, if I’m  honest,” he explained sheepishly. It was partially true-- moments were certainly a blur. Elio however, had not blacked out. He simply preferred to not think back on what it took to escape, actions that only cemented the start of his fall. In a way, he’d forced himself to forget. “I’ve spent most of my time since then wandering around Hedon and some of the rougher areas of the city helping who I can... What about yourself?”

[isabellelaurent]

Isabelle waved a hand in the air. Any pedestrian would assume she was articulating her words through gestures, not casting a small spell, meant to jumble their conversation if any outsider tried to listen in.

"Judas and his gang..." she did so detest using this word, but it was neccesary. "Rescued me. Without them, I probably would still be in that wretched place."

She cleared her throat. "I've gathered the remaining vampires. I guess, unlike you, I haven't been helping the others as much."

[leon-blachedone]

isabellelaurent​:

manipulated | isabelle & leon

When Gloria had sought her out, telling Isabelle Leon wished to talk, Isabelle was mildly surprised. A bit pleased. Leon had not entered the catacombs like most vampires had, wandering far off the radar. After rumors of his defangment, many speculated that he found himself a hole to die in. It was only now that Isabelle was notified of Leon’s very alive presence.

A surge of annoyance flared in her. Why had he not reached out sooner? Excluding her, he was one of the oldest vampires in the city. She wanted to keep him close in the catacombs, where she had gathered scraps of the old world. However, Leon was a slippery sea cucumber who refused to do normal sea cucumber behavior. This annoyance of hers hid her guilt, her regretful thoughts. If she had acted sooner with the humans, had not played so intimately with them, maybe her species would not be in the state it was.

“I could say the same to you, too,” Isabelle replied smoothly. “It’s been a while, Leon.”

“Yes well… Horribly busy these days,” he responded with an exaggerated sigh. “We can’t all be running off trying to save the day and getting ourselves captured now, can we? Some of us need to survive.” 

[isabellelaurent]

"Oh, and you did that wonderfully," Isabelle said, spreading her lips in a wide, sarcastic smile. She did suppose it was a it was a bit harsh to lash out at him like that; then again, he provoked her. But someone needed to be the bigger person. "Gloria is with you, right?"