NOAH JACOBSEN
Druid
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Post by NOAH JACOBSEN on Dec 30, 2022 15:27:49 GMT
What the mansion didn’t have in the way of New Orleans’ gothic tradition – the wrought iron and spindly turrets that screamed supernatural for the tourists – it made up for with opulence. Noah huffed out his amusement as he stopped the car at the top of the driveway. The place he was renting in town was comfortable enough, but it did have the bank, utilitarian feeling of somewhere temporary. In a few weeks, maybe a few months, he’d move on and the realtor would have someone else sliding into his place. That, he mused as he shut off the engine, was part of the problem.
The newspaper had thudded off the front door at just after seven that morning. By the time he’d picked it up the kid who’d delivered it was disappearing round the corner, standing as he pedalled hard, racing to the next delivery before school started. At least a quarter of the column space in it was given over to the latest spate of missing persons in town. According to the Daily there’d been a spike in disappearances over Halloween. The Sheriff and her people had been playing it down, only talking about the successes of those who’d returned home since – but what about the ones who hadn’t?
Narrowed blue eyes cut to the side of the house – the mansion – as movement caught his attention. The woman standing there scowled at him, but made no move towards him. Yet. It seemed as though Niklaus Mikaelson’s people were well trained enough not to charge at something before it became an obvious threat. Or he had enough of a grip on their choke chains that they wouldn’t just lunge at a visitor. Noah raised a hand in a greeting that wasn’t returned. If anything her frown deepened. Oh they were real friendly.
According to the people who had talked – in whispers and snippy fragments for the most part – in New Orleans, friendly wasn’t the default for the Mikaelsons. If you were lucky, and Noah doubted he was today since the eldest Mikaelson brother apparently had his own apartment in town, you got to deal with Elijah first. He was no less deadly than his brothers, but with Elijah a cooler head would prevail for a time. Niklaus was the loose cannon, Kol little better. Both of them would have been candidates for what had happened in New Orleans, if it hadn’t been for the fact that it had been werewolves that had torn each other to pieces.
Plenty of stories about the Mikaelsons and the origins of vampires had made their way into his dad’s repertoire. The Original family from which all other vampires had sprung. Klaus Mikaelson being half werewolf hadn’t been a part of it, but his transformation had been one of the things people in New Orleans would whisper about and perhaps that should’ve been his biggest clue.
Ignoring the pressure of the woman’s gaze between his shoulder blades, Noah rang the doorbell. It wasn’t a surprise that was another underling who opened the door. This one had more of a poker face, but lines still popped up between his brows. Noah smiled, friendly and about as guileless as he could get. ”Hi. I’d like to talk to your employer. Is Mr Mikaelson at home?” Polite and obsequious to the point he almost cringed.
The guy’s expression didn’t flicker, he might as well have been looking at a cliff face. The door swung towards him again, leaving Noah to jam a booted foot in the gap. He pressed a palm against the door, not enough to keep it open if something like this guy wanted to push matters. ”You’re right, I was rude turning up without an appointment. Perhaps if you could tell Mr Mikaelson that I’m here he’ll see me anyway. Noah Jacobsen. I’m a …” There was a dozen ways of describing a druid, but he didn’t even get the simplest one out before he saw movement behind the man. ”Niklaus Mikaelson, I presume?” Presumptions were dangerous, likely to get bite even the wary on the ass, but under the circumstances he would’ve laid money on it being the Original hybrid he was looking at.
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NIKLAUS MIKAELSON
Original Hybrid
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Post by NIKLAUS MIKAELSON on May 6, 2023 15:02:13 GMT
CONSCIENCE CALL
WITH NOAH
Klaus was not brooding. He refused to hear that word attached to him. He knew what it meant. It meant that he had regret, it meant that he had guilt --- two things that he often overlooked in his life. Oh, deep down, he knew they existed and they had taken quite the root in him but he often went out of his way to ignore them. He couldn't be who he was meant to be if he was allowing himself to be weakened by such petty things.
(he imagined Elijah would have a field day with all of this)
He was seated in one of the inner rooms of his home, surrounded by the quiet. Some would relish in it but he was beginning to find it a bit cloying. Like it was closing in on him. He wished that he had been able to fulfill the plan he had developed years ago. This was supposed to be a home for all of them. A place where the Mikaelsons could come together, heal. Be who they were meant to be before their parents twisted them into things they were never meant to be. He wished that he could have heard the sounds of his little girl laughing as she ran through the many halls of this home. There was a room for her here of course but it was rarely used. This place, for all its material values, was hollow in the ways that it counted.
And he was too well aware of that on this night.
He tipped a glass to his lips, enjoying the subtle hints that made this such an excellent vintage. Then he was scowling at the sound of footsteps. He might feel alone but he knew already that the person coming was one of his underlings instead of someone that actually mattered to him. Still, he tipped his head back and looked up as they came in to inform him that he had a visitor. He raise his brows.
"Who?" It was the obvious question and the name given in return didn't tickle any particular memory in his mind. He had to tell himself that he knew so many people in all the lifetimes he had lived. It was possible that they had crossed paths already but Klaus' mind was too full of faces to remember.
He sighed and set his glass aside, rising to move through his home to the foyer where the man in question was battling with another loyal soul to gain entrance to his home. He smiled a little, appreciating that his hybrids would do what was necessary to keep him safe. He then lifted a hand. "Not necessary. Let him all the way in," he commanded, his voice steady. He took a good look at the man, ordinary in many ways. But he knew that looks could be deceiving. "What brings you here, Mr. Jacobsen? Few people actively seek me out without knowing what they are getting themselves into. I trust you are well versed?" |
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NOAH JACOBSEN
Druid
Posts: 123
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Last seen Jul 19, 2024 17:26:18 GMT
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Post by NOAH JACOBSEN on May 11, 2023 21:38:22 GMT
Others had probably taken one look at the man coming towards the door and fallen to their knees. He had an air to him, one that had probably been his full thousand years in the making. Noah straightened up, ignoring the spluttering underling – butler, foot soldier, whatever the guy guarding the door wanted to call himself – immediately focusing on Niklaus. The man’s reputation was practically visible in the air around him, that air of what might’ve been exasperation (although that could’ve been him just imprinting that reputation on the hybrid’s body language). Undoubtedly he wasn’t the first to look at him and wonder if he’d taken a step too far.
Noah adjusted his stance at the door, a faint smile touching his lips as the man who’d been trying to get rid of him bowed quickly to his boss’ orders. The smile obviously didn’t reassure him though, there was a twitchiness to his steps as he moved back, gesturing him so he could close the door behind him.
Extending his hand was polite, but Noah felt that momentary hesitation in his body, like the primitive part of his brain was fighting the move, as he extended his hand to the Great and Terrible Niklaus Mikaelson. ”I appreciate you being able to see me, Mr Mikaelson. I’m sure your … employee … gave you my name. Noah Jacobsen….” Just in case that hadn’t spluttered out with the rest of the explanation for the hub bub at the door.
This was the point where he usually got the blank stares, the instant response that his services weren’t needed. With anybody else he’d have stood, working his way around the edges of their reluctance one diplomatic word at a time. If Niklaus Mikaelson lived up to his reputation that was an approach that wouldn’t get him any further into the house, in fact, it was likely to end up with him ejected, bloodily.
He cast a quick glance at the guy closing the door behind him before he glanced back at the hybrid. Honesty was needed at least. ”I’m certainly familiar with your family … and your reputation,” he assured the man in front of him, his lips curling tighter for a moment. ”My family have been gathering stories about the … let’s say biggest names in the supernatural world for centuries. They’ve used that information to aid packs, and to try and keep the peace in the old world and here … mostly in Boston.” His dad certainly wouldn’t have gone knocking on the Mikaelsons’ door like this, but he hadn’t stood over the bodies of those wolves, trying to figure out why and how they’d ended up tearing each other to pieces.
Mildly uneasy with having this conversation in the foyer of the mansion, Noah shifted his weight. This wasn’t gonna be a full conversation, a discussion until all of his cards were on the table. ”I recently spent time in New Orleans. I was told about a pack that had torn themselves apart, apparently under the influence of something, or someone. I made enquiries and eventually a name came back to me … yours. I’m not sure how you were tied to the pack, but I’d like to find out … and to offer my services to you. I presume you’ve heard of druids?” After a thousand years walking this earth, as a werewolf (a hybrid at least), he doubted that druids, and that dark flip side of the coin, had failed to pop up on Niklaus’ radar before. Not every pack had them, but those that did relied on his kind, their knowledge, their ability to work as ambassadors on their part.
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NIKLAUS MIKAELSON
Original Hybrid
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Last seen Oct 26, 2024 22:52:07 GMT
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Post by NIKLAUS MIKAELSON on Nov 12, 2023 17:56:28 GMT
CONSCIENCE CALL
WITH NOAH
Within moments of laying eyes on this man Klaus knew he was someone worth knowing. He could barely contain the smile that played at the corners of his lips. Instead he eyed him, feeling a frisson of something that he couldn't quite pinpoint. He only knew that he wanted to. Very much so.
"He did. Mr. Jacobsen, Noah --- let's disregard formalities, shall we? This is my home after all. Where I am at my most relaxed." Meaning Noah's reasoning for being here should be worth of the interruption. He had a feeling it was more than that but of course, he had been let down before. He couldn't live as long as he had without his fair share of disappointments.
There was a look of surprise when Noah fully admitted to knowing just who he was. He couldn't help but cross an arm over the other, a classic defensive pose. It was one thing to know the Mikaelsons --- but to keep tabs on them? He had to wonder why such a thing might occur. Surely the Jacobsen family was not hoping to twist the information together in some form of blackmail. They would soon find themselves a piece of history if they even hinted at it. He was serious about keeping his family safe --- they had barely scraped themselves back together.
Soon it became more obvious to him just why Noah had come to his door.
He relaxed, but only a little. His head tilted to the side. "That is quite a tale you tell. Werewolves destroying themselves --- and just how was my name attached to it?" He wanted to hear Noah say it. He wanted to know what accusation (true or not) the other man was prepared to lay at his feet. He wanted to know if the man had the guts to do it.
(and he would respect him for it truthfully)
Finally, they were getting to the heart of the matter. The druids? There was a moment where Klaus' face betrayed the shock he felt. Of course, he had crossed paths with those who were and those who claimed to be druids. He had a healthy amount of respect for them.
"Of course I have heard of the druids. It is my understanding that there are not a lot left in this world. Or at least those who truly are practitioners and not just some watered down version." He made a face and then stepped closer to the other man. "One would have to wonder why you would offer me any sort of assistance." |
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NOAH JACOBSEN
Druid
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Last seen Jul 19, 2024 17:26:18 GMT
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Post by NOAH JACOBSEN on Nov 28, 2023 19:39:47 GMT
Most diplomacy was formal stuff, especially when you were trying to negotiate with various supernatural factions. Each had its own rules, some that were thousands of years old, stepping over one of the those lines was a sure fire way to have a situation exploding. Niklaus Mikaelson was old enough to certainly have been aware of it all, but apparently he wasn’t a man who clung to those rules, or the formalities at a time like this.
Noah held his smile, nodding at Mr Mikaelson – he wasn’t about to take that liberty without an invitation – as he was encouraged to set all that aside. The reminder that he was at home and his rest had been interrupted was certainly a warning all of its own. ”I won’t take up too much of your time,” he assured him. He could’ve offered to make an appointment and come back another time, but that would just let that door slam shut between the two of them, possibly costing him all chance of finding out what had happened in New Orleans.
Klaus might have been a thousand years old, but it seemed as though he wasn’t incapable of being surprised. Unlike the hybrid, Noah kept his posture open, hands hang loose at his sides, his expression open. ”I’m a man who believes in doing his homework,” he assured him, knowing that Klaus was unlikely to take any of this at face value. When it came to the situation in New Orleans he’d tried to do just that, but few were willing to speak. He imagined that there were plenty in the supernatural community there whose silence could be guaranteed with a single look from one of the Original family.
”It was the only possible explanation for what I saw – unless there was another pack in town nobody was aware of,” Noah murmured, watching the way Klaus tilted his head. Was he a bird of prey looking for the naïve little mouse to swoop down on? Probably. Despite the power he had in his veins he still had little chance against an Original. ”Your name was nowhere near it … at first.” Noah finally slipped his hands into his pockets, his shoulders remained relaxed – it would be foolish to show any signs of fear around a man like this. ”It took me months of talking to people to discover there had been a Mikaelson in town at the time. Perhaps one had nothing to do with another, but given what you managed to do with your hybrids, it’s not a giant leap to think that you might have known something of what happened there.” Known. Orchestrated. Practised on a pack like they were rats in a cage.
There was little he could do on behalf of the pack now, but there was a chance he could talk Klaus Mikaelson around from making such a mistake again. Most wouldn’t be foolish enough to come at the Mikaelsons directly, especially when there was precious little that would kill one. Playing his other card, Noah revealed himself as one who would have knowledge about the family – but whose kind tended towards advising in the supernatural world, not judging. His father had called them a neutral party. Maybe his family were, but there were plenty of druids out there who had been twisted by their emotions. Darachs were anything but neutral.
He made a sound low in his throat as Klaus told him there weren’t many of his kind, his real kind left in the world. ”There are plenty who’d love to be practitioners, but if there’s no power to start with there’s nothing to develop there.” They were druids in name only, but not his family. ”There are enough of us left here to try and make some difference.” Noah stood his ground as Klaus stepped closer, the corners of his mouth still lifted faintly. ”You don’t believe that you’d benefit from an advisor? Someone who could grease the wheels for you. Surely a druod’s knowledge would be useful.” It would certainly be on his part, if only to stop another slaughter happening.
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NIKLAUS MIKAELSON
Original Hybrid
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Last seen Oct 26, 2024 22:52:07 GMT
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Post by NIKLAUS MIKAELSON on Jan 7, 2024 20:38:05 GMT
CONSCIENCE CALL
WITH NOAH
Noah had come prepared. He had to respect that. Klaus was a busy man (sometimes only in his own mind). He also was one that valued substance over empty conversation. If there was something to be learned from the man in front of him, he hoped it was worth it.
So he listened and then he couldn't help the grin that slowly spread across his face. When Noah said he had done his homework, it was quite clear that he meant it. He hadn't expected anyone to truly understand what had happened to that particular pack. He had been discrete enough --- or so he thought. "An unfortunately learning curve that had to be undertaken," Klaus began, his tone wholly dismissive. How else was he to understand that he needed doppelganger blood to ensure that his new pack was going to survive the transition? "But I will forever remember their sacrifice." His sarcastic tone said otherwise.
He eyed Noah carefully now. "One has to wonder just why you were so curious as to their untimely demise? Although it is clear that you dig in deep in hopes of finding yourself in this conversation." Noah's agenda was not entirely clear to Klaus and he didn't like that. When it came to offering his hand to another in partnership, he wanted to know exactly what he was signing up for. Especially given the capabilities of a man like Noah.
If he were a true druid after all.
Klaus was not going to ask for a demonstration of power. Not yet. He wanted to an answer to an obvious question long before that. "Oh I have no doubt that I would benefit from someone like you. Someone with that kind of power --- a power that reaches back farther than some of the conjurers in this place." There was part of him that just wanted to jump at this offer. It was a perfect solution after what had happened to him earlier this year.
But...
"But I have to wonder what benefit would it be for you?" Klaus asked with a raised eyebrow. "What do you have to gain? Because you know who I am and therefore you know what comes with the territory of helping me. What do you want, Noah? What can Klaus Mikaelson do for you? And do not say nothing because I refuse to believe that you would help a monster with no real gain for you." |
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NOAH JACOBSEN
Druid
Posts: 123
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Last seen Jul 19, 2024 17:26:18 GMT
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Post by NOAH JACOBSEN on Jan 21, 2024 19:16:56 GMT
A learning curve? Noah had spent years schooling himself to keep a neutral expression when he listened to both sides of a problem, but when it was the bad side, the violent side, it was far harder to try and keep himself objective. It didn’t matter if someone had an absolutely reasonable excuse for what had happened, the details that spilled out, often in a matter of fact tone, caught at him like thorns from a rose. Noah felt them prickle in his gut at Niklaus’ choice of words. Had to be. All statements to excuse the fact that people had been murdered. ”I’m not sure if their families would agree with you,” he said lightly, making sure it didn’t sound like an accusation. When your loved one was the one found torn to pieces you didn’t tend to see it as a sacrifice or a necessity. It was a tragedy.
Noah’s gaze remained locked on Klaus’ as the hybrid studied him. You didn’t turn your back on a predator, not if you wanted to survive an encounter. His shoulders rose and fell in a slight shrug, his hands remaining in his pocket – no threat, although if Mikaelson chose to act against him, he wouldn’t be entirely without ways to protect himself. ”It’s my line of business,” he said dryly. ”I suppose you would see it as sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong. I like to think of it as being able to perhaps build bridges between people. Trust me, I didn’t go to New Orleans in search of this sort of trouble. But once I found it I can’t step away until I think I’ve exhausted the help I might offer.” Or until he was thrown out of a situation. It wouldn’t surprise him if Klaus showed him the door before he got much further.
Some didn’t want to side step a position of power, even if they were assured that they would not lose it. Klaus Mikaelson didn’t seem like a man who feared being usurped, there was a confidence radiating from his sharp words, but he couldn’t let it be seen that there was a chance that there was a cuckoo in the palatial nest. ”You still have doubts,” Noah muttered as Klaus began to fill in the hole he’d left in the conversation.
Was opening the doors to abilities like his going to come back to bite him? Would there be enough of a benefit from it that he’d bother taking a risk on someone who’d appeared on his doorstep with an offer of something that might be too good to be true?
Squaring his shoulders, Noah pressed his lips together for a moment. Klaus wasn’t a brand new Alpha who’d lucked into his power. His family went back longer in this town, in the supernatural world, than almost any other. It gave him power, but it also left the family isolated in a way. They could throw up defences as much as they liked, but there would always be those out there trying to get past them. What he was offering wasn’t about strengthening the walls from within, it was about guiding the man behind them, trying to stay his hand when he would lash up, catching innocents up in the tidal wave of his temper.
”The satisfaction of knowing that maybe I’ve helped bring about some peace here isn’t enough?” Noah asked lightly. He tugged a hand from his pocket to drag it over his beard. ”You can offer me a chance to be an emissary for a pack. I’ve spent years travelling while my father’s remained a pack emissary in Boston. It’s time I settle down and find a pack of my own to guide. I believe I can do that for you. I have knowledge that you might not find any other way here. Surely there are other packs here in town, ones you might feel need to negotiate with?” He’d have asked what demonstration Klaus would need, but the man wasn’t sure, if there was a need to prove himself, he imagined the stage would be turned over to him. Maybe he wasn’t a darach, with the powers that came from corrupting yourself into becoming the dark oak, but druids were not without their strengths.
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NIKLAUS MIKAELSON
Original Hybrid
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Post by NIKLAUS MIKAELSON on Jul 10, 2024 0:13:10 GMT
CONSCIENCE CALL
WITH NOAH
"Very few people agree with me --- I have made it a habit of inspiring dissention it seems," Klaus said, his tone giving the impression that he did not care. Of course he did. He cared more than he wanted to let on but it was better to project the idea that his lone wolf routine was planned in every sense of the word.
Experience had made Klaus suspicious (paranoid). He tilted his head as Noah continued to speak. The younger man was making his case. It seemed effective enough. Klaus had nearly just destroyed his home (not to mention his precarious position in the family) for a chance like this. And now that it was here, now that it was being freely offered, Klaus found himself looking the proverbial gift horse in the mouth. It seemed that everything must be on his terms. There was no other way in his mind --- if he controlled every aspect of something, then it could not fail.
(pay no attention to the failures that littered his past; his selective memory shut them out)
"I am surprised that you would come to me to try and build bridges. Usually most go to the other side. The so called good. Tell me, Noah, do you believe in good and evil?" Klaus raised a brow inquisitively. He was curious where a man like him stood. His word seemed to speak to his inherent goodness but the very fact that he was standing opposite Klaus spoke to something more sinister at play. Maybe Noah was tainted just like him.
And maybe that would be just what Klaus needed at the moment.
"If you know a fraction of my history than you would understand why I have doubts." But at least Noah seemed to be willing to share his motivation. Family. That Klaus understood. His shoulders slumped a little, some tension slipping away. Whether others believed it or not, everything he did now was for family. He wanted to keep his daughter safe, win back the love of his siblings. Be the father and brother he was meant to be. He knew he was going about achieving his goal in more unconventional ways but he also understood that his life choices warranted a different approach.
Klaus stepped closer to the other man now, his eyes moving over him as if he were accessing Noah's true worth. "I would be interested in a trial relationship. I see how you can help me --- and you get an idea of what I can do to help you with your desires in return. If in a few weeks either one of us decides that this will not work, then we both walk away." These words are spoken in a calm and collected voice, which lowers as he continues. "However, if you so much as attempt to lead me astray or harm anyone I love, I will make sure that you disappear. Not just die, but disappear. No one will ever know you existed. Does that sound fair?"
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NOAH JACOBSEN
Druid
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Post by NOAH JACOBSEN on Jul 18, 2024 20:02:48 GMT
The line of Noah’s lips twisted faintly. Dissention had to be expected when you made a habit out of killing anybody who disagreed with you. The Mikaelsons had been earning distrust and disgust for centuries, seemingly not caring about either. It was water off of a deadly duck’s back, if you didn’t notice the real feelings bubbling beneath.
Like a raptor eyeing a fat mouse, Klaus tilted his head as he studied him. Others might have gone still at the sudden attention, trying to avoid triggering that predatory response. He’d never flinched that way, not in all of his years of travelling. Hold their eye, keep talking, slow diffusing the burning trigger. Using his words seemed to have kept him alive so far, even if that could all still change.
Noah raised his brows faintly, that little line springing up between them. There’d long been a line drawn between druids and darachs, the good and bad sides of the same coin. Did Klaus know enough to paint him as a saint because of what he purported to be? ”Do I seem to be the hero type to you?” he asked honestly. ”I’m not necessarily like others of my kind, just like you’re not necessarily like yours. Good and evil aren’t as clear cut as most people believe. I see them as a sliding scale, someone can easily tumble from one end of it to the other.” Himself included if he wasn’t careful. Destiny had come to him, shining with what others would’ve called good, but her family had tumbled into the dark years before and there was a chance it still clung to her like smoke.
Nodding slowly, Noah lifted his gaze back to Klaus’ again. Neither one of them had reason to trust the other yet. He would probably come to his opinion of the other man faster, the information he’d spent months gathering factoring into his opinion. All Klaus knew was what he’d heard since he’d turned up at the door. ”Your family have spent a thousand years being manipulated by others, I wouldn’t expect any different from you.” That meant he had a fight on his hands, although perhaps not as hard a fight as he’d imagined. The tension in Klaus’ shoulders began to ease, the break in the man’s posture telling him that he might already have had a foot in the door – if he didn’t screw it up.
Klaus stepped closer, his gaze wandering over him like he was a prize sow being considered for market. Noah made a low sound in his throat, his hand dropping away to hover in the air between the two of them as though he was considering extending it to the hybrid. ”I think you’ve made yourself clear,” he said lightly. Unfortunately, perhaps, for Klaus, erasing him from existence wouldn’t be quite as easy as he thought, but there was a good chance that all sign that he had ever entered into a bargain with a Mikaelson would vanish, along with his body. A shallow grave here, a pyre out in the woods perhaps, his remains destroyed completely enough that his family would never be able to trace him.
After a moment he extended his hand, his expression still cool and neutral. This could quite well come back to bite him, but if it didn’t … A chance to finally bring piece between the Mikaelsons and the rest of this town was a druid’s unicorn, the impossible made real. ”You have a deal,” Noah said finally, ”and my word that you have nothing to fear from me. I’m not foolish enough to believe that I could ever get away with crossing Niklaus Mikaelson. How do you want to kick this off?” It wasn’t like he’d get a signed contract, a clear list of tasks. Being a druid had always been more nebulous than that, and being an emissary for the Mikaelson pact only made such things murkier.
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