LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Jan 28, 2024 20:30:12 GMT
The time for niceties had passed when Hector had turned into a virus ridden maniac, but Luc lined the glasses up on the bar anyway. A gentleman’s way of discussing the shit storm they found themselves in the middle of now. He twisted the cap off of the bottle of whiskey – one of Hector’s best, although he’d lost all say in its drinking when he’d not only tried to kill him but Magnus and the boy too – and poured himself a glass. The amber liquid lapped around the rim, rushing into his mouth as he lifted it for a sip.
Had this been a couple of hundred years ago the crew would’ve been voting against their captain. Hector called all the shots on his boat, but the crew would’ve had some say in things, especially when their faith in him was shot. It might’ve ended up a grey corpse sinking into the depths of the ocean, the same way Hector had cast his family’s bodies aside. Once he wouldn’t have had a problem with it, but decades of sailing with Hector had changed it all and now there was a hollow feeling in his gut at the thought that they might have to kill Hector to put an end to this.
After Hector had killed his client, and torn free a chunk of his desk like he might use it on him Hector had tumbled further. A fist around a boy’s heart wasn’t unheard of for him, but around Magnus’ son’s heart? Luc let out a low grunt and swallowed a mouthful from his glass again. It was no wonder they’d had no choice but to lock him up, to try and dry him out while they’d found some solution to this infection and no wonder Hector had broken out in the end – although who truly knew the circumstances of that. Magnus had been checking on him and then Hector was simply gone and they were left to hold this little conference to try and figure out their next step.
At the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs to the club, Luc straightened up. Pale eyes narrowed, staring at the entrance into Emerald City until Magnus had emerged. ”Morning. I figured it was best to do this here,” Luc murmured. He filled another of the glasses, setting it in front of Magnus. The mess in his office had been swept up, but it was still worse for wear, the desk Hector had trashed standing in the centre of the room – a reminder that Hector was not himself. ”Have you heard from any of the others?” One dark brow winged at the older man. He still felt like he was very much lurking in the background of all of this. Hector was the nexus of this place, the star around which the rest of them orbited. Would they follow his suggestions or try and put themselves at the centre of the club now?
There were more footsteps – the vampire Hannya had lodged her claws in. It was surprising he hadn’t shown up with her clinging to his back, a leach draining the vitality from another vampire after she’d finished with Hector for the time being. ”Take a seat,” he told Lawrence as he approached.
A glance at the clock hanging on the wall had his frown deepening. The minutes had ticked away, it was now five past when he’d told them all to be here. He’d thought that the werewolf would be on time at least. Despite his appearance he’d seemed to be capable, keeping the bar upstairs in line at least. ”I’m going to start. If the others show up, great, if not, it looks like it’ll just be the three of us. We need to decide what to do with this place.” Luc paused, propping his hands against the edge of the bar as he looked each of the men in the eye in turn. ”And with Hector. He can’t be allowed to run loose on the streets. He’s not only a danger to himself. We could have a plague on our hands if he’s not dealt with. Has he been in contact with either of you?” If he had contacted Magnus, the man surely would’ve spoken up. Lawrence, on the other hand, he was less certain about. Was his loyalty to Hector deep enough that he would try and lie to his face about it now?
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Jan 29, 2024 14:54:13 GMT
The invite popped up on Lawrence’s phone a few days ago. A staff meeting was due to take place the following Tuesday, although Luc’s message was a little vague as to why. It wasn’t like Lawrence’s calendar was jam packed with social events, so he decided to attend the meeting even though he no longer worked there. It was an excuse to get out of the house. Away from Phoebe. She was like a dog with a bone currently, trying to bring him back from the darkness which was consuming him. Why the fuck did he tell her to save him before shutting it down? He should have known better. The cracks were starting to show though and Lawrence knew it. He could feel control slipping away from his grasp as his emotions were threatening to take over. The pressure from Phoebe every single day was becoming unbearable for him. One way to get away from it though was to venture over to the coffee shop to sit with Penny throughout the early hours of the morning. At least she wasn’t trying to force Lawrence to flick his emotions back on. It seemed she was happy enough to sit there and speak to him regardless. However it was apparent just being around her was enough to toy with the switch so he stopped seeing her most evenings, dropping it down to once a week. He was desperate to make sure his emotions didn’t make an appearance, but it wasn’t enough to keep him away from Penny. It was a risk he was willing to take, even though there was a voice inside his head screaming to leave her be. When he walked into the bar he was a little confused to see it was only Luc and Magnus, who didn’t even work there. Where the fuck was Kit or Linc? Kit would be throwing hands by now if he was there. Nonetheless he took a seat, but not before pouring himself a drink. At least he was getting a free drink out of the meeting. Then he realised the meeting was about Hector. Word on the street was he was sick and killing people. Killing people wasn’t out of character for him though. “Negative, but we don’t have that type of relationship where we casually message one another.” He knocked back the glass of whiskey before helping himself to another one, “I propose we kill him… by we I mean you two. I kinda don’t wanna get involved in this for a number of reasons. Number one is I don’t care. Now before everyone gets all upset about killing Hector he’s had over seven hundreds on this earth. I think that’s enough.” He glanced down into his glass, swirling around the liquid before downing the whiskey. It was tempting to get up for a third drink, but he was convinced Magnus would probably snap his hands clear off his body. MAGNUS DAYNE |
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MAGNUS DAYNE
Vampire
Posts: 95
Played by:
Julia
"You waste time trying to get people to love you, you'll end up the most popular dead man in town."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 15:53:50 GMT
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Post by MAGNUS DAYNE on Feb 9, 2024 21:48:31 GMT
 ━ evil notions come free ━
He went to this meeting alone━a staff meeting for an establishment he had no stake in, save for his best friend. If Hector wasn’t well, then Magnus would protect his investment, no questions asked. He knew Hector would do the same for him.
Luc likely should’ve been the one in charge, and Magnus was sure he was━of the day-to-day, at least━but clearly the dragon wasn’t up to taking care of the club on his own for an extended period of time.
Magnus strode through the deserted club and descended the stairs to the lower portion, clearly cleaned up since his battle with Hector━the one where he nearly had to take his best friend’s life. The most terrifying part was that he would’ve if there was no other option━thankfully, there had been.
“Mornin’,” Magnus said gruffly, moving to Luc’s side, where he picked up the freshly-poured glass and emptied it right away. “No. Yer staff, aren’t they?” He raised a brow at Luc, dropping the glass a few inches from the bar, letting it clatter noisily onto the wood. “Linc’s stayin’ ‘ome for a few more days at least. Don’t want ‘em ‘ere while ‘e’s still upset.” And if Luc had anything to say about that, Magnus couldn’t wait to hear it.
Magnus bristled slightly as the young vampire approached, irritated that he was here. Hector always complained about him being a stupid kid, but the air around him felt off, and Magnus wasn’t in the mood. They were wasting valuable minutes here while Hector could be out God-knows-where slaughtering half the town.
“Th’club should continue runnin’ as normal.” It was all Magnus could get in before the child━Lawrence, wasn’t it?━began speaking, and Magnus could’ve killed him where he sat. He stared at the boy for a moment, incredulous, before reaching over and grabbing the back of his head, then slamming it forward into the bar, all in one fluid movement. When he was done, Magnus turned back to Luc casually, as if nothing had happened at all. “Club’s your domain, but I’ll ‘elp if ya need it. As for ‘Ector, I’ve got a witch on it. She’s procurin’ somethin’ called a Phoenix Stone; it’ll trap ‘im inside until we find a cure.” Or at least, that was how it’d been explained to him. “‘Aven’t seen ‘im since ‘e got out. I’ve been lookin’ nonstop. I don’t know ‘ow ‘e could’ve ever escaped,” Magnus puffed out a breath, then reached for the glass Luc had refilled, sipping it this time.
After his drink, he turned his attention to Lawrence, “‘Ave ya got anythin’ else t’say, lad?”
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Feb 29, 2024 20:56:29 GMT
A crew might’ve been able to function if their captain was incapacitated – boats changed hands constantly after all, the newest captain voted upon by those sailing in them – but the club wasn’t their ship, not even with his vague involvement in it. Working with Hector again had felt like a homecoming of sorts, a welcome back to a position he’d held long before Ingrid had plucked him from the sea. The feeling of pending loss that had struck when it had become obvious that Hector had been infected by a virus that stripped away his self-control and would probably kill him in the end had been gutting and probably echoed in the gut of the man who slipped in through the doors. Magnus had been Hector’s friend long before he’d even been born.
Luc nodded to Magnus, watching the older man as he knocked back the liquor he’d poured. It stayed on him as the glass clattered down to the bar top. His lips barely curled as he shook his head. ”I think they would argue that. They’re his people.” For all any of them knew his only involvement was with the profits – and with firing Ayla when Hector had been unable to bring himself to do it.
”How is the boy?” Linc’s recovery was of no real importance to him, but it was to Magnus and he wouldn’t keep him on side if he let the side of him that had gone cold after centuries of life be revealed. It wasn’t as though Linc could do much under the circumstances anyway. When Hector had finally snapped he’d become nothing more than the puppet Hector dangled from his fist to try to torment Magnus.
It seemed as though Hector wasn’t the only one trying to, although, really, he was the only one with a valid reason to be doing it. Luc’s gaze dropped to Lawrence’s glass, as without a word of greeting, the young vampire – nobody of even his own age would’ve tossed manners aside quite so easily. He poured himself a glassful, keeping his mouth closed until just before. It was as though his offhand comment about killing Hector created a vacuum that swallowed up Magnus’ more reasonable response.
”Agreed,” Luc managed tightly, pointedly looking back to Magnus as Lawrence refilled his glass. ”With keeping the club running.” The added words punctuated the dull bang of had already seemed like an empty head off of the bar top. Luc glanced down idly, then back up at Magnus. ”I’d be a little more worried about keeping Hector alive. If he dies thanks to that proposal, there’s nobody here to stop us two from making sure there’s one more to mourn before Hector’s body is cold. That is, if anybody would care enough to mourn you.” Considering what had just poured out on whiskey scented breath, Luc doubted it.
As Magnus continued – like he hadn’t just dealt with the child sitting at the bar with them – Luc picked up the bottle and poured again for Magnus. ”If the staff are as good as they always seemed to be – well, most of them – we should be able to cope. Especially if the boy is coming back.” That was as up in the air as a cure for Hector, though, it seemed. ”You trust her?” Dark brows rose. Hector had always seemed to put stock in witch’s too. ”If she can trap him, is there a chance she can track him? Or whoever let him free. Surely there was something of him, or them, left behind. At the very least it would be one more set of eyes looking for Hector. The other pair – the ones that were probably still rolling in Lawrence’s head – they had here probably weren’t all that trustworthy now.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Mar 4, 2024 15:16:27 GMT
It was this level of cockiness that almost got him decapitated in New Orleans on multiple occasions. It was general knowledge that the older the vampire the stronger and faster they were. No one explained that to Lawrence, so he didn’t think twice before swinging a punch at someone who was triple his age. Nowadays he was more careful about who he picked fights with, unless he was empty of emotions. So, he didn’t give a shit when he walked into the bar and started throwing around suggestions about killing Hector, knowing Luc and Magnus were his oldest friends. They weren’t about to give up Hector as easily as Lawrence. Of course it struck a nerve with the pair of them. Lawrence wasn’t even surprised when Magnus grabbed the back of his head, smashing it down on the bar. Pain shot through his skull as he steadied himself, bringing his hand up to wipe away the blood which was seeping from his right brow from the wound which was already starting to heal. “It was only a suggestion. No need to get upset.” He offered Luc a tight smile. If the shoe was on the other foot Hector would have thrown Lawrence into the ocean if he was carrying around some virus. Magnus grabbed Lawrence’s attention when he mentioned a Phoenix Stone. His mom’s bones weren’t the only thing he collected when he visited Elk Valley. He stole all the grimoires belonging to his coven too. Centuries of spells lay in a box beneath his bed. In a different mindset Lawrence may have helped Magnus and Luc. “Hannya probably helped Hector escape.” He said with a shrug. It made sense after all. Only a small selection of people knew where Hector was. Luc and Magnus were hellbent on healing Hector, Linc was too scared to do anything and Kit wouldn’t release a crazed serial killer into the world. It left only one suspect. Lawrence got to his feet, placing the glass down on the bar. “I’d love to help but considering you’ve just bounced my head off the bar like a fucking basketball I’d rather not.” They could figure it out on their own. He paused for a second before leaving, thinking about how satisfying it would be to smash his glass over Magnus’ head and how far he could run before Magnus caught up with him, possibly killing him. No, it wasn’t worth it. Lawrence left the bar without saying another word. As he entered the corridor at the top of the stairs he spotted Kit walking towards him. “You’re late.” He commented as he approached Kit. KIT CLARKE |
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KIT CLARKE
Werewolf
Posts: 136
Age:
33
Occupation:
Manager at The Ruby Slipper
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Katja De La Cruz
Played by:
Julia
"You make my cold heart warm with a touch."
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 19:01:45 GMT
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Post by KIT CLARKE on Mar 10, 2024 17:56:20 GMT
 ━ nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky ━
A quick shower had been necessary in order for him to not feel nasty afterwards, and to finally stop the vile puke smell from constantly harassing his senses. He changed his shirt, texted Luc that he was finally on the way━Baby puke accident. Sorry. Be there in 10.━and hopped in the truck.
When he finally arrived at the club, Kit rushed through the empty dancefloor and into the back hallway, frowning lightly at Hector’s office. He hoped they’d find a cure soon━that Hector would be okay. He was a good boss, but he was a good guy, too. He’d seen Kit struggling again and made an effort to check in on him despite all he had going on in his own life.
His frown turned into a hard line as he spotted Lawrence. What the fuck was he doing here? He’d fired this asshole for murdering someone here, and he’d shown up to the fucking staff meeting? His comment sent Kit’s anger from simmering to boiling over the edge, and, without pausing as he shouldered past, Kit punched Lawrence directly on the cheek with as much force as he could muster up, then descended down the stairs. “I’m sorry,” He puffed to the two ancient men at the bar, “We were babysittin’ and the baby barfed right on me as I was sayin’ goodbye.” He chuckled lightly, somewhat out of breath from rushing, “Had t’shower. Why’s Lawrence here? I fired ‘im.” Kit asked, motioning over his shoulder, then beginning to turn as he heard someone coming down the stairs again━Lawrence looking for round two?
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Apr 2, 2024 19:01:44 GMT
”The worst one you could possibly have made,” Luc told Lawrence dryly. No need to get upset? If there was ever a reason to, it was watching a virus slowly tear your oldest friend apart, a sentiment that was very likely shared by Magnus. They weren’t just some employee, brushing off the idea that the boss might die from this thing. Undoubtedly Lawrence was already looking for other jobs, just a back up in case Hector didn’t make it through this. The rest of them were being torn apart by the worst case scenario and if necessary, would tear Lawrence apart if he continued to voice ridiculous ideas. What they needed now instead was sense.
Hector and Magnus had both been old when he had been born. Hundreds of years of experience and knowledge stored away. If any of them had been the ones infected – alright, maybe not Lawrence – Hector would surely have had some clue of where to start looking for a cure. Perhaps if he hadn’t been as far gone now he’d have been able to help himself. Luc looked to Magnus instead. If he believed that the witch had a chance with the Phoenix stone it would give them time to find a more permanent solution at least. Keeping him trapped seemed to be the problem now though. With Hector lose in town and no clue how he’d escaped, there was a chance that putting him in the Phoenix stone would just be a temporary measure.
Lawrence, it seemed, might have rattled a few brain cells loose from his little blow to the head. Luc narrowed his eyes at him. The demon. She’d certainly spent enough time with Hector before he had been locked up. ”Then surely she’ll know where to find him.” He’d have trusted that the young vampire would know where to find her, but like a cockroach he was already scrambling away from the light. Luc cursed under his breath, dragging his hands down his face. Even if he knew where Hannya was, he wasn’t likely to tell them while he was in a sulk. ”I’m sure Hector will appreciate your efforts when he returns,” he called after Lawrence. If the fool survived that long. Why had the virus not struck him instead?
The rumble of voices in the hallway as Lawrence walked out had Luc standing up straighter. He caught the low rumble of the wolf’s voice – he had been true enough to his word, only a few minutes late. There was the unmistakable sound of a fist on flesh and then footsteps on the stairs. ”I hadn’t heard,” Luc muttered. ”You’re here now at least. Magnus thinks he might have a solution – a Phoenix stone that the young witch can use to keep Hector contained. In the meantime I’m going to need your help.” As if Kit wasn’t already doing enough with the club upstairs – and a baby apparently. ”I’ll spend as much time here as I can, but I’ll need help with the day to day running down here. I imagine Hector handled most of it.” Now Magnus would be desperately trying to handle Hector himself, why he bounced between that and making sure there was still a club when Hector got back. For now he was willing to consider any other possibility.
Fresh footsteps cut off the plan for dividing tasks Luc was about to set out. He paused, expecting Lawrence and instead finding the demon. The mind behind their possible jailbreak. Moments later Luc was restraining himself from flinging the bottle across the room – he had always tried to avoid committing violence towards a woman, but in this case Hannya certainly deserved it. How much trouble could they have avoided if she’d just found her tongue in the first damn place?
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