MALACHAI “KAI” PARKER has returned to mystic falls! he is a 22 / 58 year old HERETIC and looks like CHRIS WOOD. he has been described as being RESILIENT, but also VOLATILE. his last memory is ric using a sword on him.
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MALACHAI “KAI” PARKER has returned to mystic falls! he is a 22 / 58 year old HERETIC and looks like CHRIS WOOD. he has been described as being RESILIENT, but also VOLATILE. his last memory is ric using a sword on him.
― CLOSED STARTER for KAI PARKER ( @siphoncide )
LOCATION: The Woods, Outside the Salvatore School
"You've got some nerve showing your face around here, Kai Parker," Hope says, using a spell to throw him into the nearest wall.
♊ — "You know, that's on me. I figured you'd give me a little more grace. There's a town-wide crisis.. I'm not actively trying to sabotage or maim or mansplain manipulate any of your friends and loved ones..."
❝ never to underestimate someone like me. ❞ She smile as she looked up at him . beauty is power ; a smile is its sword and there was so much more to tatia petrovsdottir than a pretty face . ❝ so far , I don't see a problem with you . you are perfect just the way you are . Just the way you were born . Never forget that , silly . ❞
♊ — He nodded, only semi-convinced. "You've been pretty upfront so far." Which he liked, of course, but it was curious to think she was holding something back. "You're a very interesting breed, Tatia. All the doppelgangers I have met are, but, always in a different way. Huh." Maybe something was there, maybe something wasn't.
"Obviously you care enough to know about my look-a-like," he pointed out, "seems to me you're borderline obsessed with the way you're spewing facts"
♊ — "Well, duh. He's got main character energy and it's gotten in the way. And that's the thing! You can't help it, he's just too popular. And that hero hair." Laying it on thicker for the bit.
❝ Warriors don’t show their heart until the axe reveals it , malachai . ❞ Tatia smiled at the taller male . Seeing all of the blood off his skin . Listening to his words as he spoke of his family . ❝ Sometimes family do not end in blood or simply some parents are not meant to be parents . to fault ones own child . I would never to that to my sons . My condolences that they driven you down that path . ❞
♊ — He batted his lashes, a confused albeit still very amused smirk curling his lips. "I'm a bit rusty — What's that metaphor supposed to mean?" If she was trying to deliver a burn, or reveal something about herself, he was genuinely curious. "We all have our crosses to bear," he said as if it was nothing to write home about. "And I get it, really. You weren't betrayed by your lover — so, no 'ill will' toward the child. Maybe I'm still a little sore toward my sis. Maybe the problem is me." Kai's being a little coy, a little facetious, but it's lighthearted and far from insulting.
Tatia stepped closer towards kai . A smile still placed on her lips as he went on . ❝ Listen to me , my beautiful creature , and listen well ❞ She flicked his forehead as if in a playful manner . Despite that , there was always something ancient about tatia . Even in her days , the viking brunette was quite infamous . ❝ ⸻ You are quite adorable . My enemy is ESTHER AND MIKAEL . they were the ones who took me and killed me . Not their children and certainly not HOPE MIKAELSON , who so happens to be the daughter of the man that I love and innocent of her grandmother's crime against me . ❞ even after a thousand years , tatia still loved him . Not that the confession mattered anyway . she was well aware that it did not .
❝ ⸻ Do you know the blood eagle ? It is my favorite to do towards those I consider an enemy . You see , what I do is string them up and slowly open their back with knives . then with an axe some of the ribs are chopped away from their spine . while others will be twisted outwards to look like wings . And then their lungs are pulled out of this huge bleeding wound and laid upon their shoulders . completing the look so they look like the folded wings of a great eagle . It's a beautiful sight . you can see the lungs still breaths since they are still alive . we put salt on them to make them scream . Sometimes the crows would come and peck away . my brothers would always make bets ; how long will they stay alive for before they decide to die . I know I may be human but how long would it be for a vampire , like you , to stay alive in such a state . How will it look for a vampire to heal themselves from that ? would be interestingly fun to find out . If they would even heal from it ? ❞ tatia paused and looked at kai , deciding to clean the blood from his face in a gentle manner with a handkerchief . smiling innocently at kai yet her words were anything but . THE LOVELIEST ANGELS DO MAKE THE CRUELEST DEMONS , AFTER ALL .
❝ please try to avoid hurting or giving ideas to others on going after that little girl if they want revenge against the mikaelson siblings . I would like us to be friends . Do you want to be my friend ? ❞ Hazel brown eyes looked at his hoping he would say yes .
♊ — Kai looked at her with adoration. Not because he found the torture she lovingly weaved as impressive, no. It was the sadistic nature of her claims; the twisted way she viewed the world and those who she deemed worthy of her wrath. She didn't include Hope Mikaelson — that was a shame, and something he couldn't relate to himself. But did it diminish the way his eyes sparkled at her darkness? Hardly. "There are no innocents in war," he offered coolly, smirking against her gentle touch. "I respect your threat, Tatiana. But if we are to be friends.. there is one little thing I need you to understand." There was a deepness to his word. Not hot, nor cold. Clear and intentional. "There is nothing you, or anyone, could do to me that I haven't tried myself first. And if there is one thing I learned in eighteen years of madness and isolation, it's that I am very, very resilient."
❝ What coven is that ? If it was against nature , it would have not existed . You're very existence means you are meant to be , Malachai . At least , it is what I believe ... ❞ the viking brunette always hated when witches branded something against nature . Much like esther branded her children when she made them into what they are today . ❝ ⸻ the mother of the man that I love killed me for my blood to turn her children into the first vampires . I never got to tell him . my children were left motherless . Coming back to a time that is not my own , I am constantly torn between killing myself or EVERYONE AROUND ME . My people are gone . My brothers and sons are DEAD . I have no one . ❞ She laughed at her own adversity . ❝ ⸻ the gods are truly having fun with me . ❞
♊ — "How progressive of you." He wasn't being facetious. If anything, he found it kind of refreshing. Revealing she was what some people would coin the 'original Petrova doppelganger' was interesting to say the least. It made their conversation all the more interesting, especially her stance. "You're pretty chill about vampires, considering you lost everything you ever loved to the creation of them." He debated whether he should continue, and eventually it won out: "You'd be well within your right to seek revenge. Perhaps this is your chance to do so," he paused, "considering Hope Mikaelson resides in this very town."
He just listened to the other's rambling before rolling his eyes. "Well you -" he said, gesturing the other, "give off the same vibe, so I'm not too concerned," he mused as he folded his arms. "Also, I need to see this memorial. What the hell did he even do?"
♊ — "Not my race," he teased back. "Bagged Miss Mystic Falls? Honestly, I don't know. I don't really care to. He's just the favorite."
she hates how comfortable he is, how much more he knows. he's at the advantage here. "so you tricked me and kept secrets before. good to know." can you hold a grudge against someone you don't even remember? evidently bonnie's going to. but as her eyes track those outstretched arms, flick back to his face, she thinks it might be what he wants. that playing into it will only wind up with her getting overpowered all the further against this maniac. don't rush it, grams used to say. "maybe i'm going to hear you out," bonnie finally offers, slow and cool. "reintroduce yourself, kai. you seem pretty happy to see me for someone who doesn't exactly seem like my type to hang out with."
♊ — "desperate times." less of an explanation and more of a popcorn rebuttal. he had expected more, even, from her in terms of arguments. he had heard all about bonnie's unwavering attitude when he had snooped on her all those weeks. so the moment she said 'maybe'... his expression changed. he didn't trust it — he'd be a fool to, and fool me me twice — but he wasn't going to squander it either. "we were victims of circumstance," he explained. "oh, where to begin? i'm an outcast in my coven. different, defective, so i became the monster they always wanted me to be." he paused, watching her face for a reaction. "then i met you, the one person not afraid to stand up to me. we wasted a lot of time trying to outmatch one another." reminiscing, he couldn't help but laugh. "you killed me without a second thought. not even my family had the guts to do that."
A faint snort escaped her lips as she met his gaze, a trace of amusement dancing in her eyes. “Anything I want? How ambitious of you,” she remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm. It was clear she found his words more entertaining than impressive. “And here I thought I'd left behind the days of boys with delusions of grandeur." As a waiter passed by, she gracefully reached for a glass from his tray, lifting it with a slight tilt of her head.
♊ — "Grandeur, eh. Delusional? Now that's the mark." He knew when his behavior landed and when it didn't. They were equally being entertained. "You just seemed like you needed a break from all this, monotony." Kai watched her as she sipped. Curiosity clearly piqued. "Besides, it's not every day I am compared to a doppelganger. "
He blinked yet again, "I didn't realize kings became so apparent in just a few decades," he muttered as he took a step forward. "I'd rather not be bullshitted to, mate, I hate more important things to do than pretend to care about you trying to fool me"
♊ — "I wish I were bullshitting you. He's practically the town mascot here, memorial and all. If I were a bettin' man, I'd say we're due for a visit from Mystic Fall's favorite broody boy." Kai sized him up once last time. "The accent will give you a few points, but the rest—" he motions the other's person with a open palm "—too dick-ish."
it's the world's laziest chase, but he's still in pursuit. bonnie doesn't stop until a wall forces her hand, flattening itself against her back. "trust doesn't come easily for me. not for vampires—and definitely not for anyone who looks half as thrilled as you to be doing what you were just doing." she purses her lips, silently calling on her magic—not to use it just yet, but to keep it nearby, the reassuring weight of it.
♊ — his halted. not because she had no place left to go, but because she mentioned trust. the lack of. "i know so," he cooed, lip turned gently upward as if he had lost himself in thought. the tickle of nature magic rushing into their alleyway brought him back to the present. he played it off well enough, but there is a faint glint in his eye; the anticipation of her attack. "not what i would have chosen for a reintroduction, but we're starting off on a better foot. no tricks, no secrets. here i am—" he outstretched his arms. "—troubled and devious and i enjoy hurting people maybe a little too much." they lower, only an inch, a show of 'vulnerability'. "so what will it be, are you going to save the day, bonnie sheila bennett? put me in my place... put me down?"
He blinked a few times, wondering if the other expected him to be impressed with this childish display. Either way he was tired and too old to be a part of it all. That was, until, he heard the random names that weren't even close to his. "Mate, if you're going to try and guess who I am at least get the first letter right. And don't tell me my look-a-likes are here as well," he groaned. "I swear you die and come back one time and everything's now dangerous for you"
♊ — Gears went a-turning in the heretic's brain. If this wasn't an S-named doppelganger, then the likelihood of this man being someone completely knew — just like that viking princess — was rather high. All Kai needed was an angle, how to make this work in his favor. "It's Mystic Falls," he spoke as if the answer to the other's question was common knowledge. "Stefan Salvatore is king here. They even named a school after him."
@siphoncide | Closed starter for Kai
The Lockwood House was dreadfully dull, and she was more than ready to leave. Earlier, she had noticed the man who now stood beside her, though she had paid him little mind, dismissing him with practiced indifference—until now. As he stopped beside her, a smirk played on her lips, her eyes narrowing as she assessed his appearance. A brief silence hung in the air as she looked him over, her disdain evident. Then, with a tilt of her head and a voice laced with sharpness, she finally spoke, "What are you? The poor man's Silas?"
♊ — Truthfully, he had given her little thought until he felt those striking dark blue eyes on him. The insult, if that's what it even was, was interesting — leaving Kai to ponder over it. "I can be whatever you want me to be." He chose a playfulness he felt mirrored hers quite beautifully. Even if he was off the mark some.
"Maybe, but people will only accept them if you offer them," he added. "Something tells me that I shouldn't," he said honestly, looking at the other. Even the most basic person would call someone by their real name if they wanted help.
♊ — Kai stopped to poke the kid in the forehead. "Pretty hard to offer anything to an empty room, but thanks for the shitty assist with that one. As for the good word, which I can't make you," he emphasized suspiciously, "You do you, king."
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❝ Special , indeed . I've always saw that when a witch turns into a vampire they lose their magic . ❞ Tatia motioned at his face regarding the blood he had as she spoke . ❝ I suppose most witches would say that your kind goes against nature and all that nonsense if you are being called that . ❞ Tatia always hated it . Witches decided what is or not against nature . ❝ Kai , I do hope it is a pleasure . ❞
♊ — "Nature magic," he explained, and agreed. "Finnicky stuff. It doesn't do so well when something goes against it." Kai had the special case of being outside of nature's wrath, an abomination of epic proportion. "It's pretty hypocritical, actually. The coven that brands my kind as such are just as bad — if not worse." Typical ramblings of a madman with points that ring a little too true for comfort. "So, what's your story? How have you been scorned?" he said with a slight purr. "It's my understanding that doppelgangers routinely get the short end of the stick."