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[ Stefan is smiling. Yes, he’s smiling. Oh, he feels lighter than air lately. Klaus sort of did him a favor in compelling his humanity away. Everything he thinks, he now pretty much says. And Klaus showing up? Now, he’s less aimless. He has purpose. And when Elena gets here (yes, he’s decided she’s on her way, she has to be), he’ll have a blood bag ( Read more... )

[ Have a fantastic shot of Erik's back. Not like, anywhere lower, but a fantastic shot of his back and you realize the datapad is floating while Erik is plotting dramatics brooding by his window - Thanks Stefan! - hands clasped behind his back. Erik had come back late last night, much to the approval of Charles and has conveniently been filled in ( Read more... )

[ private to outworlders. sort of. ]

[ See, Erik's not very good at this whole technology thing, so you're probably good with replying anyway because he kind of sucks at anything more than filtering one person at a time. In any case, have some audio dialogue with quite a bit of footsteps interrupting because Erik's walking around Coruscant in the ( Read more... )

[ So Erik's gotten the feed mostly figured out, no thanks to some large amount of time tinkering with the damn thing and Charles being unhelpful helpful with his constant use of it to talk to several of the new arrivals. He focuses the feed onto himself, sitting at a table in the Jedi library, Charles is behind him, rifling through an impressive ( Read more... )

[ Erik would never admit to letting himself get caught off guard, but such as it was, he had woken up in an unfamiliar bed and missing his clothes again. It was a familiar scene to him, one he thought he had left behind years ago only to resurface now, of all times. After checking the door to be greeted with a startingly non humanoid droid, Erik ( Read more... )