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“So who wants to fill me in?” Marcel directed the inquiry toward the nearest person. He assumed any resident would have the information he was after. Never was the king of the quarter one to not know the place he chose to live. “Everyone seems to be in a little bit of a fuss.”

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bxckfromthedead‌:

Piper was taking a small break from the kitchen to wander about the restaurant, checking in with guests and making sure everything was tasting great. She paused at one particular table and smiled pleasantly.

“How is everything? Enjoying your evening?” She asked, clasping her hands together.

“Yeah everything’s great here, thank you.” Marcel was polite as he tucked the napkin back on his lap. He’d admit he was getting a bit used to San Francisco by now. He could afford to say it was home for the being. “It’s a good establishment you got.”

#{c;piper}

hopelessxbex‌:

New Orleans seemed to be nothing more than a distant memory for the blonde. Granted that horrid dream had taken place in New Orleans but even then it wasn’t really happening. These days she hardly ever got a morning to herself with Oliver being up well before 4 or 5 in the morning every day. Today she had finally been able to get a babysitter for the entire day so she could get the day to herself. Her first stop was definitely for coffee but it was cut short as the man she had loved for centuries stepped in front of her speaking her name. It was like a shock to the heart, honestly. Stirred up feelings she had pushed down for so long. “Marcellus,” she breathed.

“What are the chances?” Didn’t they always end up in the same places? Then again he tended to drift where the Mikaelson’s were without much notice on his part. It was typically accidental but evidently it was out of his control. “Well? How have you been?” It was small talk, but genuine. No matter the circumstance he still would worry about her well being.

#{c;rebekah}

@chosenlonely

“You always wearing that long face now or what?” Marcel jested when he happened upon the littlest Mikaelson. She had grown he was positive of that, but his smile was warm upon approach. She was family after-all.

#{c;hope}

ofprinciples‌:

“ as nice as any i suppose. ” the original turns, looks at marcel. if memory serves, the last time they’d met face to face he’d been delivering them the last of the white oak bullets. the bullet that he and elijah had fought over: him, for the release of death, and elijah to preserve if ever there came a time they’d need it. ironic now, given his fight had been for naught as he’d died mere hours later. “ surely the weather isn’t what you want to talk about ? small-talk, pleasantries … they’ve never been to your taste have they ? ”

“Not really.” Marcel didn’t dodge honesty. He would take on the nice chat until the nice chat broke, and evidently Finn wasn’t in the mood for the long version of all of this. “Just wondering if finding so many of your family in this city is going to be a good thing or a bad thing.” He’d roll his dice and take the chance. He hadn’t been there long enough to call it yet.

#{c;finn}

@aregentsruin

With finding other Mikaelson’s in the midst of the big city it was no surprise to Marcel that he’d eventually find Klaus somewhere lurking as well. The emotions that tugged there were turbulent at best. They had their quarrels and they had their disagreements. There was no way to dodge a bullet there. Klaus had snatched away happiness from Marcel and Marcel had essentially found himself doing the same at a time. Despite it all it was the feared Klaus Mikaelson that had rescued him as a boy. Whether later that was a blessing or a curse... “Figured I’d run into you eventually,” the quarter king remarked to draw the original’s attention. A pause while he waited for a reaction.

#{c;klaus}

@ofprinciples

Call it natural curiosity when it came to the Mikaelson clan or perhaps he was cautious. Possibly both since his natural instinct to protect a home came into play. If they were causing trouble then of course he wanted to know where to put a foot down. “Nice afternoon, huh?” Marcel began, easing into a topic easily as he found no fear in approaching. Casual politeness would do.

#{c;finn}

@hopelessxbex

It wasn’t New Orleans by any measure but he was settling in fine. Adaption and change were commonplace in his life by now. A badly decorated coffee mug contained a routine morning cup of coffee which he enjoyed at one of the outside tables. Observant eyes watched the scene of people moving to and from as he contemplated what his move was here next. It was in those moments that he picked up on the familiar blonde. A striking feeling of emotion like a lightning bolt to the heart and he drained the remains of the awkward cup in order to catch up. No sense in assuming he was wrong. He wasn’t. “Rebekah Mikaelson,” Marcel greeted with a sly grin ever so slowly creeping across his features while he placed himself in her path.

#{c;rebekah}

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