( picture prompt meme )

[socketeer]

the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character. II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...) III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture. IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please. V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy. Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a> Embed image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL> Image width and height: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[acidicvisionary]

"It's a business card," Klaus says with a sigh. If it had been created in a fit of uncontrollable pleasure or rage, the blood would be everywhere. He should know. But no, this is left behind almost like it were no matter to the person who created it.

They want the attention. It's what makes them tick.

Part of him is inclined not to give it. But then again, this is his city now and he should react.

"The thoughtfulness of it I suppose should be pleasing."

He reaches down to pat Kol's back. "Surely you could device a spell of some sort to follow the trail of blood? We should say hello."

[wilyfox]

​He gives a brief snort.

"That's assuming our friendly new neighbor left us a sample of their own blood here. But I suppose I can track our unfortunate donor instead. If it's a trail they want us to follow, we might as well oblige." It might at least take them to the body's final resting place. A scavenger hunt, of sorts.

Kol takes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes off a smear of blood with it before folding it carefully and tucking it back in. He rises to his feet.

"Are you worried for the locals, Nik? Maybe you've gotten soft while I've been dead."

[acidicvisionary]

"Please," Klaus gives a smirk that probably would make hair fall off from the heads of little children if any innocent enough would be at the receiving end. It does nothing on Kol of course. "This is New Orleans, to live here is to dance with the devil in the proverbial mooonlight."

He's already retracing his steps towards the car that's waiting for them at the end of the street.

"Let the games begin?" he says in an eerily cheery voice that has nothing to do with his current mood. Whoever dared to soil his city will pay for their idiotic crimes. That much is certain.