On the reserve in scorched and on recent canon developments

[themoralone]

I'm surprised your impulsiveness hasn't gotten you into an...undesirable situation yet.

[ A pause, a sigh. ]

This isn't a good idea. Take my word of advice for it: leave me be. I have enough complications to be concerned about without these insistent interventions.

And no. I do not wish to comment on any of the occurred events. Although I'm sure you'll find out in due time.

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[themoralone]

The sun and moon curse. The vampire creation 'myth'? [ A small sigh.] Vampires were created, and seen as a curse, and a destruction of the balance of nature. Ever since then, vampires are bound to never walk in the sun, whilst werewolves are bound by the light of the full moon.

Most vampires now know little of it. Or am I to understand you have a different story entirely?

[primogen_vampirate]

Well, I've never put much stock into the Lancae creation myths, but I do believe the story goes that Longinus was the first vampire.

And I know nothing of werewolves. Nor do I care to.

[themoralone]

It looks like our worlds differ completely.

I am one of the Originals. The first vampires to ever be created. I've never heard of any... Longinus. [ A wry smile. What an odd name.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[She narrows her eyes, not quite buying it yet...even if his blood potency is wickedly off the charts.]

What clan are you?

she's a cool character, by the way! :)

[themoralone]

[ A hint of amusement, as he cocks his head to the side.]

My family is of the Mikaelson bloodline. But I'm afraid vampires don't group into clans. Unlike wherever it is you are from, apparently.

[ A snort.] Your lack of trust is quite entertaining, Doctor Barrett.

Thank you! I love Elijah!

[primogen_vampirate]

My darling, if you spent any time in a Kindred court, as you apparently have not, you would quickly realize that trust is a precious commodity.

Our Prince learned that the hard way.

:'D

[themoralone]

Oh, I don't need to spend time at any court to learn that fact. Trust is earned.

[ A smirk. ] Many learn best the hard way. [ At least, everyone who dealt with him. ]

[primogen_vampirate]

You'd make a halfway decent Prince yourself, if that's so. Poor, poor Prince Atiyah thought it would be logical to trust everybody until they gave him reason not to trust him.

They gave him ample reasons.

So he burned down the city.

[She examines Elijah critically.]

I very much doubt you'd let a situation come to that. Your potency would be enough to keep the neonates in line.

[themoralone]

I suppose I should be flattered. [ Delivered with his polite shadow of a smirk, composed, self-assured, yet formal. ]

[ A raise of an eyebrow.] Burned the entire city, huh?

...Pardon. Neonates? [ although, she generally got the point right. He's one of the strongest vampires alive.]

[primogen_vampirate]

A term for vampires who haven't seen their first century yet. The Kindred are quite fond of their vocabulary. I'd give you a lesson, but it's frightfully dull.

[She rakes a hand through her hair, giving him a little half smile.]

And I don't flatter idly, darling. Do take the compliment.

[themoralone]

Aah. [ Yes, no lesson required. He isn't exactly interested, although it's simply amusing.]

Yet, I have given you little reason to offer me any form of flattery.

[primogen_vampirate]

I have a talent, my dear. For recognizing people worthy of my attention.

[themoralone]

And you deemed me worthy?

[ This was more than a little funny to him. Usually, it was the other way around.

He guessed that was the benefit of not fully knowing his reputation, his capabilities. ]

[primogen_vampirate]

What can I say? I like a man in a suit.

[themoralone]

Mm. You're bold.

[ Pause. He'll take the complement silently, thanks very much. ]

[primogen_vampirate]

Yes, quite bold. They call me "that brazen hussy" around Chicago.

Men, especially mortal men, are just threatened by a woman in trousers, I think.