#convo:marcel

[jenniferblake-blog1]

When: A Few Days Follow Davia’s Resurrection  Where: Jennifer’s Apartment With: Marcel @king-of-the-city-mg

Jennifer had spent the past few days in something of a stupor. She’d called in sick for work but since all her lectures were recorded a week in advance (just in case) they just wished her a speedy recovery and left it at that. So Jennifer hadn’t left her home, spending time wondering idly from room to room and finding her eyes drawn back again and again to the worn red blanket that was folded on her coffee table.

It shouldn’t have happened. She shouldn’t have been able to do it. Jennifer was a Darach, they were those who coveted death and sacrifice, practicing their work left both behind and the closest thing that ever came to life from said work was power to the practitioner. But... this had been different. Yes she’d sacrificed Davina and yes it made sense that would empower her but one person (even a promising young witch) wouldn’t afford her that kind of power. 

Her pacing was interrupted when she heard a knock on her door and the woman looked over, brushing her (somewhat) unkempt hair down as she moved over and cracked the door open slightly, not relaxing at the sight of the man in front of her. Marcel. Jennifer couldn’t be sure if Davina told him she was the one who’d killed her to begin with; even if she brought her back the Darach doubted that would be enough to clean her slate. 

Clearing her throat she spoke, “How can I help you, Mr. Gerard?” 

[blacksheepmikaelson]

Writing Prompt Task: Kol & Marcel

@king-of-the-city-mg

Marcel Gerard, the man who was more family to the Mikaelsons than him.. At least to his dear big brother anyway. Ugh. The thought alone made him want to punch something. And now this was his city? Please. The vampire was barely two centuries and thought he could be king? It was laughable. Although, Marcel having so many nice new shiny things was giving Kol so many itchy fingers to see what he could steal, break and leave at his doorstep like a cat of the highest disregard. 

He’d taken some time though, kept his presence in the city hidden, dealt with the few covenless witches about to hear tall-tales of what the boy-king might have gotten up to. Each one spun a different story so while Kol lacked the specifics he knew that Marcel had interrupted something important, he had a knack for that, and already some witches were as keen as he was to see the King knocked down a peg or two.

With information in his arsenal, Kol decided it was time to reveal himself upon the playing field. And what better way to do it than in the King’s favourite haunt? Kol strolled into the bar as though he owned the place and made sure a fair patrons could hear his booming voice as he called out, “What ho Your Majesty! However has your city been treating you Darling?” Before walking forward and seating himself opposite the other as though they were old friends, a smug look upon his face and a drink in his hand. 

[jenniferblake-blog1]

@king-of-the-city-mg

Marcel Gerard. A pleasant enough to she’d met at an abysmal charity event. Only he was somewhat more. He was the one who’d decided to step in and disrupt an ritual that had been commencing centuries before he was even a thought and also the reason she’d been pulled from her attempt at a new life and dragged back into the depths of Nemeton’s and sacrificial magic. Derek had explained the basics and she hadn’t needed to be told anymore. Instead, she wanted another meeting with the vampire to inform him just how much damage his interference might have caused. 

Luckily, he wasn’t too difficult to track down, she’d simply asked Derek where she might find him and tense as that conversation was she’d at least gotten the info she needed. So, now she outside his place, giving the door a couple of sharp knocks and waiting, arms crossed for the other to open the door. 

When he did she didn’t bother to smile, instead raised an eyebrow. “Marcel Gerard, you might remember me; we met at the Charity Mixer at the university where we both managed to introduce ourselves without actually introducing ourselves.” she said dryly. “So we’re going to need to become reacquainted.” Jennifer paused a moment before clarifying, “Derek Hale is the reason I’m here.”

[soulofsundae]

An Overdue Visit || Marcel & Egrid

@marcelxthexking

It was a quiet afternoon, school’s had finished but it was still early enough that tourist activity wasn’t too manic. He’d still kept to his later hours though but with it being dark now he’d been closing in ten minutes. Egrid’s health was improving; his bruises had faded somewhat to a dull green on most of his face and neck and his casts should be coming off either next week or the week after. The bandages on his chest had been changed and were ‘improving nicely’ at least they didn’t hurt when so much when he took in a big breath. 

He was shutting down the store for the evening when the bell tinkled he looked up, stilling as his blood ran cold. Marcel Gerard had finally come to pay him a visit. Weeks had past be he recalled vividly making brief eye-contact with the vampire in the graveyard, the king of the quarter. A king who was lightly here to either punish or interrogate him...    

“Welcome, Mr. Gerard.” he said softly, pleased his voice at least didn’t shake, “I’ve been expecting you to visit. Would you like to take a seat, Sir?” Regardless as to how this visit would go, manners were ingrained into him.