potentia est omnia

Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains. Victoire Robicheux Agares twenty-six

[jasmine-knight-deactivated20150]

Jasmine stood in the heart of the storm. Or at least, she imagined that she did. Leaning back against a lamppost, watching as heavy rain battered civilians running down the sidewalk with newspapers and umbrellas raised up over their heads. She remembered what it was like to sit in the eye of the storm. To control it. Be one with it. With raindrops soaking her hair and clothing, it felt like home. Someone stood several paces away, still. Watching her. 

Slowly, Vepar turned her gaze on them. Judging. Expectant. “What is it?” she asked before flicking her eyes back up to the rain. “You aren’t fond of the weather?”

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Victoire was rather neutral about the rain. So long as she had an umbrella to keep herself dry under, why would she mind? After walking from a nearby Tesco, even a blue blood like Victoire liked to keep some groceries in her flat, she spotted someone. The back of her head wasn't all together overpoweringly familiar, simply enough that it struck her to pause and stare. When her eyes met, the realization clicked.

"I enjoy the rain much like any other person in London. We live with so much of it, I hardly notice it these days." Victoire struggled. "Though I don't doubt you enjoy it." They weren't close enough to speak quietly, especially not with the sounds of rain hitting the ground like bullets all around them.

[resourcefulrobicheux]

A g a r e s + personality tests (insp)

Virgo | Dragon | Vine | Choleric | King | Type 8 | ENTJ | Slytherin

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Coffee Meeting || Kinsie & Victoire

Coffee was about the only thing Victoire spent her time on outside of committee problems. Even signing papers every other hour with Luke Van Wyn got boring -- and paperwork was rarely something so tedious in Victoire's mind. After finishing her own stack, she'd elected to take a break and go get some coffee. Being a rather particular person when it came to coffee, she thought it best to simply go out and order it from a familiar shop than to impose Luke during these times. Lately she'd probably seen more of Luke and Michael than anyone else. Though she couldn't exactly deny the fact she'd been avoiding most vampyres as of late.

Victoire snapped from her thoughts as she heard her coffee order announced. She padded over from her perch on the window-side bench and reached for her cup. But as she was doing so another hand did the same. The instant their hands collided just inches from the cup, her eyes snapped up to meet another's. A girl stared back at Victoire with a puzzled gaze. Something about her seemed to stick in Victoire's mind, but she couldn't place it. She noticed her name wasn't the one written on the side and made a gesture of apology. As she turned to return to her spot, it clicked. She'd seen the girl in the repository. She cleared her throat and smiled tightly. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have worked at Block 122, did you? There's something very familiar about your face. I'm sure I saw you there many times." Her words were purposefully vague, hoping to deter anyone listening in on their conversation. She extended her hand. "Victoire Robicheux. I don't believe we've had the pleasure."

[evanxmirallegro-blog-blog]

It was easy to keep busy in a city like this. There was always something going on, and when there wasn’t Evan could find something to do. He placed the towel back down on the edge of the sink and walked out to meet Victorie. “Well, a lot of people agree with you. I also agree, I do a good job at what I do,” the comment came out a bit more egotistical than he meant it. He tilted his head to the side, a look of puzzlement on his face. The meeting. He’d missed it. “I’m sorry, I forgot about it,” he admitted. “I suppose you’re here to give me a recap though. I’d like to know what I missed.” 

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Victoire stifled a chuckle and raised her brows for a second before dropping them. "We both know you won't be getting an argument from me." She paced a little about the room, simply looking at things both here and there. Her fingers trailed along the surface of things. "I was unaware you'd missed it. I'm sure Michael wouldn't be please, but I can inform you nonetheless." She stopped and crossed her arms, standing across the room from the angel of betrayal. "I am curious as to what could distract you so much you'd forget about the sole thing our species has done to try and rebuild." Victoire had done an incredible job so far at pushing things away, but she struggled with the slow movement of everything else in her world.

[ditzyivoryaislington-blog]

As much as Ivory hated to admit it to herself, Victoire was right. She was letting her paranoia get the best of her and was potentially making things worse for herself but she couldn’t help it. Her apartment had been Ivory’s safe haven a couple weeks ago but now the silence only made her feel uneasy. Not to mention being alone only gave her further time to pity herself which was something she was determined not to do. A room mate seemed like the best fix but as Victoire pointed out, no one would want to live her. “Yo…you’re right. Yeah. I guess I’ll just crash with Briar.” She gave in tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. She had always known staying with Briar was an option but she did want to over stay her welcome if she couldnt shake this silliness. Everyone had more important things than to focus on her being afraid after all. And the worst had already happened right? So why was she still feeling like this?

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Something in Ivory's gaze as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear annoyed Victoire. It was giving in. She realized moments later. It was a look of defeat, not only to one's cause, but most likely to something deeper which had fuelled her determination to find someone to live with. The vampyre wasn't fantastic at comforting people, so without a slightly awkward amble about her, Victoire moved closer to Ivory and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Briar and I are in no way close, but even I doubt she'd push you away at a time like this." Heaven knew that her conduit was knocking on her door at least three times a week if he hadn't heard from her. She scanned Ivory face once more, then let out a sigh. "If that truly does not work, I'm sure I could find someone who shares your ideals." She had all of the committee should could get ahold of, perhaps it would be in her best interest to help the girl.

[purestmichael]

"Perhaps we don’t have time, but rash and hasty decisions are the best way to go about it either," Roan said pointedly, wishing he had a coffee or a scotch in his hand to distract him, to keep him grounded. But his people needed him centred and present. He couldn’t let them down by lighting up a cigarette or pouring a glass of liquor. His pride was stronger than the will for that. "Please relax a bit though, Victoire. This meeting is needed because my people need to see that we are doing something to remedy what happened at the ball. We cannot communicate with them through emails and promises and expect them to wait. I’ll be by your side until all of this is sorted out but until then please trust that I have this somewhat figured out.”

[resourcefulrobicheux]

It took everything in the brunette not to find something to snap about. Instead she grit her teeth together and gave a quick and decisive nod. She knew where her orders came from, she could handle following them still. Their world potentially depended on it. "You do not need to stand beside me and babysit me unlike the rest." Her voice came out calm, but worn down by a tiredness she had no interest in explaining. "I do trust you Michael, which is exactly why I am attending this meeting, why I am sending you to go comfort some other poor blue blood who cannot handle themselves. I shall busy myself until you need me." She took in a deep breath before shaking her head. "I suppose your bachelor party will have to wait now." She teased.

[alecthesavior-blog]

As the brunette in front of him went on a long tangent about things everyone in the room was already well aware of Alec fought the urge to roll his eyes. God forbid he did and Victoire bury him under an avanlache of intelligent sounding threats and insults. “So what do you propose we do than Vicky?” He mocked arching an eyebrow. “Go out and fight an invisible threat we know nothing about about? We took a loss, a big one. Humans and Blue Bloods alike are freaked out. You can’t fight if the soldiers you have left are afraid. Your intensity level is about at a ten right now and I need you to turn it down to at least a two if I’m gonna actually stick around for what Michael has to say. Think you can handle that?” Normally he wouldn’t have dared say anything but the younger blue bloods within hearing range seemed to be put only on edge by the older woman’s words and the last thing Alec wanted to do was add to their fear.

[resourcefulrobicheux]

A glare locked onto Alec the instant he called her 'Vicky'. Names of the pet or nick variety were not something Victoire indulged in -- not at a moment like this. She looked somewhere else as she replied cooly, "Hamaliel, that sounds exactly like something you would do. Fight." She emphasized the 't'. It was laughable how similar he sounded to Zadkiel in that moment. She turned to look him straight in the eye. A false smile graced her lips. "Let me clarify one thing: you do not and cannot tell me what to do." She'd lowered her voice for only his ears to listen. "I realize I'm not in the best of spirits at this precise moments, but even if hell descending onto the earth, that would still not constitute a moment when you would tell me what to do." Some might've been impressed by how vicious she could make her words sound without losing her calm. Her glance flicked back to the crowd of people then back again to the vampyre in front of her. "I suggest you find your bondmate and accompany her for the mean time. There is no need for us to get in a row over nothing."

[evanxmirallegro-blog-blog]

Despite liking art, sometimes it was a better distraction form everything else than anything else. Evan of course never minded. He liked being able to express himself, show emotion through something rather than hiding behind various walls in order to keep himself from getting hurt from anyone. “Yes, well, one does keep busy with a job such as mine,” he said with a small smile. “I haven’t seen much of anyone,” Evan admitted. 

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Even Victoire felt a little crack in her serious face. "I have noticed. You do a fantastic job at what you do." She twisted a loose strand of hair from her face. She walked a little closer, moving without purpose. Then again, perhaps nothing Victoire did was without purpose. "I can relate." She wrinkled her nose. She hadn't seen much of specific people and that bothered her even more. "It's the exact reason I stopped by actually. I'm not sure I even saw you at the meeting." She hadn't looked for anyone, but she'd been tempted to seek certain people out, once again glad she hadn't.

[evanxmirallegro-blog-blog]

Just finishing his painting, his hands were a mess. His studio torn up, but someone was there and his ears perked up. “I’ll be there in a minute,” he called, wiping his hands on a towel and peering out to see who was bothering him.

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Victoire's eyes danced around the room, looking at various things. Her favourite thing she ever saw in Evan's place was finding papers filled with fragments poems. "I see you've been keeping busy." She gestured about. "I haven't seen much of you." Then again Victoire hadn't seen much of anyone.

[ditzyivoryaislington-blog]

"This is probably really last minute…and in hindsight it’s not really extremely important considering everything that’s going on around London and the world in general but, um, I’m looking for a roommate and if you know anyone who needs a place, or if you maybe kinda sorta need a place, I mean…yeah. I’m just looking for a roommate and I wanted to get the word out there. Living alone doesn’t really appeal to me much anymore and I don’t want to have to move back in with my parents."

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Victoire narrowed her eyes. "No offence, Ivory, but I do doubt most people I know would really be in the kind of position to either move homes or to let someone into their homes. Living alone might not be appealing now, but don't just dive into living with someone. There's a chance you could get yourself into a worse position and then what? Perhaps you should wait a little longer. Things are still trying to be pieced back together. It was a miracle enough you survived the fire, you should not try pushing your luck too much. Perhaps you can stay with Briar for the time being if you need somewhere so urgently."

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Victoire looked down at her watch then frowned. She met the eyes of the person in front of her and exhaled shortly. “We do not have time to sit around and do nothing. This meeting has accomplished very little. We have to act while we still can, this isn’t the time for weakness.” She groaned and turned to look about the room again. “I do not have the kind of patience for these meeting right now.” She cast a side glance back. “I’m sure my rambling ins’t making this anymore pleasant for you, however.”

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Things We Lost to the Flame

Everything in their world seemed to burn. In a single night all of it was gone and so many of them lost so much. Standing across the street staring at charred remains of everything her life had ever consisted of, the rubble of hours of blood and sweat. She many things were ruined, destroyed and never to be returned again. Naturally along those lines were friends. Victoire did not see herself returning to Heaven soon, but there were so many now that would never be able to return. Worse than watching the blood drained from them, was knowing they didn’t even have the chance to save themselves. Victoire was bitter and angry. She was burning from the inside out and suddenly every blue blood in her world was her only family and her only enemies. She couldn’t look at anyone the same way and she couldn’t stand the thought of ignore all of them for eternity. 

Victoire kicked a piece of rubble. She needed a way to escape this world. Only mentally. She knew she would have to be present and helpful in the wake of this tragedy, but like Victoire had always done, there was also nothing more than her desire to separate from her feelings in this moment. Perhaps is she ignored what was in front of her it would help block out everything else and life would go on living as normal as it could. But it wouldn't. And she knew that. Victoire wrapped her arms around herself. She'd only briefly seen Xi Wangmu, assured that he was alive, then she continued on her great efforts of avoid all around her. She wasn't prepared to face other blue bloods. Unfortunately for her, she had to be. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift to a gentle goodbye to all those she would never again see. This was the moment Victoire thought she should cry-- but not even when her chest swelled and the sadness and angry seemed to be the only thing left in Victoire's body could she cry. So, she left all her memories of the bank behind and strode away with her usual confidence. Weakness wasn't needed in these times. Power was.

[axel--hall]

As The Bell Tolls • Victoire & Axel

"Keep your eyes open!" Axel demanded futilely as he clutched the tiny shaking frame of a human girl to his chest. As her tiny hands fumbled furiously with the red stained lapels of his tux, the fallen angel couldn’t recall a point in time since his creation that he’d felt so desperate and so hopeless simultaneously. Students from St. Agnes fell all around him, some to the cold marble ground and others into the arms of terrified Blue Bloods, and the one man responsible for their safety was at a loss of how to stop it. With one last strangled gurgle, blood poured from her mouth—pooling over his kneeled legs and her now slack body. “Wake up! You have your whole life to live. Come on!” But the child was gone.

Only for a split moment did he remain where he’d caught her… there could be no help for the dead, only the living. Standing, Axel watched the scene before him unfold like a slow motion film.

* * * *  

Ringing once again, the deafening sound of Big Ben could hardly be heard over the mass hysteria, once again rising like a tidal surge and this time uncontrollable. An omen of what was to come. Few knew what to do aside from running to the aid of the ill… but it was too late. Children were dead or dying. There was no more time left to be spared on the clock.  

* * * *

"Don’t evacuate!" Axel barked into his earpiece, ordering his men to help but remain alert and keep the Dorchester secure. Using his velox speed the vampire moved to each corner of the ballroom, his icy eyes searching for Victoire frantically as he checked the vitals of the fallen students. In all the chaos, he couldn’t ignore the fact he hadn’t seen his bondmate all evening. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he crunched his nose at the blood he’d smeared over his face—as head Venator, Axel had expert control but it’s source was merely too horrible. "Find Agares, bring her to me." He ordered at last, his voice nearly cracking before taking a deep breath and replying to Roan’s texts.

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Victoire was not an angel of panic, she was not one to rush around and try to find everything in perfect order once again. She had breathed chaos into her lungs before, she would always be prepared to do it again. If there wasn't a trend in who was dying, Victoire herself might have been a little jarred. There were multiple people who would be taking a step up and helping the people around them, she was sure of that, and she would be no exception. Chaos was what she excelled at. She found her conduit before she found anyone else. After giving him quick and succinct instructions, he was off and she was once again back working with other angels and conduits. She couldn't ignore the sinister feeling in the air, but she could pretend to.

No pulse, no pulse, no pulse. It seemed a hopeless quest. All she encountered were rendered completely dead. She'd hoped most of the survivors she wasn't finding were safe elsewhere. Not everyone could die. Her instinct told her to find Gage or Maeve and have them try and diagnose the problem immediately, but much like another time long past she searched for someone she knew to be lost in the crowd. Once she gave up on finding Koji, Victoire shifted her attention to more important matters once again. She would pause at huddles of people and smile, the kind that told everyone "it's all going to be okay, this is just a little speed bump, not a stop sign!" She calmed who she could and moved quickly to recover what-- or rather who was alive.

Someone's hand caught her wrist at one point and whispered something to her. The words didn't seem to make it to her ears, but she heard the name of her bondmate and snapping to reality, she realized she hadn't seen him. Mostly she'd assumed he was busy, but without the context Victoire was now slightly worried about Zadkiel, once again reminded of another time when chaos was alive in their world. She followed the man and from a few feet away she saw Zadkiel and relaxed a little. She strode over and smiled at him, if only to keep a facade of calm for the people around them. "Axel," His name was her only indication that she was relieved to see him. She wrapped her arm around his so they could speak in hushed tones. "What in Holy Heaven is going on?" Her eyes searched his. "There are more bodies here than--" Victoire stopped herself. "We have to stop this."

[lukevanwinning]

"I think so — " he began, but then in the same state of disarray, changed his path of speech. "It may be a human - and if there’s blood…" he let the warning hang in the air, knowing full well that Victoire would understand the dire situation at hand if that was indeed true. "I’m going to go take a look." 

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Victoire grabbed his arm. "Wait." She raised her chin and swallowed hard. "If it's human, no offence, but I'm better at handling myself. I work at the blasted Blood Bank, all I do for most of my days is be surrounded by human blood." She licked her lips and moved forward. "Do me a favour though and find Axel? At least get in contact with him. I'll be back quickly--" Her eyes cast through the crowd, "hopefully." She added pessimistically before delving into the mob.

[purestmichael]

"You’re only enjoying yourself because you’re bossing people around." Roan reminded her pointedly, steering her a few metres away from the centrepiece that she had just previously been bothering about. Roan looked up slightly as she straightened his tie, his hand dropping to button up the middle button on his tuxedo jacket. "If I knew where she was she’d be at my side… I had to go and mingle with an exceptionally generous donor for five minutes and she disappeared. Serves me right for working instead of dancing with her, I suppose.” Roan finished with a smile, they were both on the job even when they weren’t supposed to. He may have been smiling, but his anxiety at not knowing Ellie’s state was expressed through his furrowed brow. He was quick to assume the worst when it came to the whereabouts of his bond mate — right now, he wasn’t around to protect her from anything that may occur. “I’ve rung her and she hasn’t answered…” Roan trailed off, his eyes glancing around the room for the trillionth time that night.

[resourcefulrobicheux]

Victoire wasn't going to deny his words. She did enjoy her job, there wasn't any way around that. She shrugged her shoulders. "I know -- as do you -- how capable she is. I wouldn't be too concerned about it. There's hardly anything special about this event, she'll be fine. There's too many people for anything." She added. Victoire wasn't even sure why she was trying to reassure him, all that she said was true, but it usually did feel like it need to be said. "I suppose you now know for future reference at least. Dance with Ellie then mingle." She teased. Her eyes scanned that room casually for her own date, but much like she'd assumed, he was off doing whatever it was that pleased him. Victoire licked her lips and shook her head. "And you say I've been fretting enough, look at you." She replied, sweeping the fair from her face. "Ellie is plenty capable of handling herself, Roan. She is at an event surrounded by nearly 400 people. You mustn't assume that the reason she is not answering her phone isn't because she's busy with many other people."

[lukevanwinning]

"Did you just hear that?"

[resourcefulrobicheux]

"Heaven, how could you not. Was that someone's--" Victoire licked her lips. "Better yet, who was that?"

[gage-steele-deactivated20150226]

"I can’t understand people’s love for fancy clothes," Gage murmured as he stood by the open door of the fancy hall, trying to losen up his tie a bit to give himself more room to breathe but keeping his look classy and sharp. Gage hated suits, specially for the lack of experience using them through his youth, but he knew he needed to look good. He was in a room full of the bastards after all, he had to look the part, impress the boss, act calm and collected but most of all, keep an eye on Helen. "This is absurd and absolutely useless. I’d rather wear my scrubs. This makes me look dumb."

[resourcefulrobicheux]

"I think that fits you better than your scrubs." Victoire smirked at the doctor. A champagne flute danced on the edges of her lips, ready to be carefully sipped from. "Plus, it isn't useless," she argued. Her lips finally allowed the liquid to slip into her mouth for a moment before stopping. "The so called 'fancy clothes' give us, and everyone else here, a sense of entitlement. And before you begin to explain why that is a bad thing, that same sense is quiet the same one that distinguishes you from the various other candidates for doctors I'd suggested to Roan. It separates the ones who belong in this world from those that do not." Victoire tipped her head to the side slightly. "So contrary to your belief, it actually makes you look more intelligent." She smirked.