matriarchate: (hooded coldness)

[personal profile] matriarchate 2021-12-17 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
You want me to hide out. To convince Monroe I did die.

( She could help after, when it came down to when she was needed. Or, when she decides she's needed. She does look around them at the minimal amount of attention she's getting and the dead bodies. )

So, where do I go?
matriarchate: (catching breath)

[personal profile] matriarchate 2021-12-17 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( "Not with this, but I was dispatched here as a precaution. I suppose I could bring a friend home for the summer holiday. Camille will understand," he flippantly jokes. )

Fine. But, for this to work, I'm dead. Outside of Fortress Mikaelson, I died, Malia.
matriarchate: (smudge — means business)

[personal profile] matriarchate 2021-12-18 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Then you're coming with me, Malia. Everyone has to believe it. Even Scott.

( As much as it pains her, as it will pain him. )

You have room where we're going?

( "Several," Klaus replies. "We know a thing or two about going on as if someone has died. For your sake, I hope it doesn't last months." )
matriarchate: (tousled listening)

[personal profile] matriarchate 2021-12-20 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
( "Nevertheless."

Time to shape up and ship out.
)

Come on, before any more werewolves lick their wounds and wake up. This is our way to get the upperhand.