I WANNA BE A BOTTLE BLONDE | JOINING

[CANDICE M.]

CANDICE

To make a long story short: Caroline Mikaelson was a bad mother and a bad wife.

The latter, she excused. Nik was temperamental, conceited, paranoid, and manipulative. He only showed her love when it convienenced him and never did he think to consult her before pulling some idiotic stunt or murdering someone who could be valuable to them. She had given up everything for him time and time again and yet, nothing ever seemed to change. She was tired of the cycle, of the lies, of the false promises, she wanted to start anew just as she had done so many times in the past. He could hate her, hell, he could even hunt her, but she wouldn't care. He lacked the simple ability to kill her and that was all that Caroline needed.

It was the former that concerned her. She had had many children in her long life- one with Nik, and the majority with other brief flames who had captured her affections and attention. What had become of her children, she could not say. Only one seemed to remain and their relationship was a thousand years old and possibly tattered beyond repair. The last time they had met, her daughter had made quick work of killing the body Caroline had resided in and then stealing her ring. She didn't fault her... not really... but it did annoy the pretty Siberian cat greatly.

No matter, maybe she'd wrap up those loose ends, maybe she wouldn't. Caroline was admittedly more intrigued in starting anew then interacting with any facet of her past. She didn't know how long she would have here before Nik attempted to retrieve her, but she did hope that she'd have the opportunity to live a little bit. The gods above knew how long it had been since she had thrown a party, socialized, flirted. Caroline needed it.

"Hey, hello!" She called out loudly, a bright blue gaze traversing the stretch of land at her paws. A railroad gate? Cool, she guessed. "My name is Candice and I'm looking to join!" The words dripped off her tongue easily; this was far from her first rodeo. As for her name... well, word travelled much slower when you were using an alias. Nik wouldn't be able to find her for a while if she played her cards right- and that's what Caroline intended to do. 

It was all part of her intricate plan.

And everyone who knew Caroline knew that she loved her plans.

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[SOLVEIG]

Perhaps it was one thing that Solveig and Candance could agree on that Manipulation was a fun game. Of course, Solveig looked as if she were the most innocent creature. She was beautiful, there was perhaps little denying that, though even that was a very carefully crafted art that was hard to see through; she had skill in medicine, of which often made people assume that there was hardly a bad bone in her. She did not speak much, and her honey-sweet voice was easy to be enamored by. Was it a game for Solveig, however? No, and far from it, and there the difference lay. It was no plan, no greater scheme, meaning perhaps in the end, one might be more successful in the endeavor.

Who was to say, however?

In any regards, the voice of Candance at the entrance of the territory made her look up from whatever task she had been occupying herself with that afternoon. She made her way towards the railroad, though she already was not far from it, her paws softly drifting across the ground with each carefully-placed step, her paws nearly silent as she smoothly made her way forward, her violet eyes scanning over the other woman calmly, a split-second glance while Solveig took in her posture, her voice, the look on her face, and whatever condition she might have been in. That, she was good at.

Pausing a few feet away, the pretty snowshoe slowly gathered her paws beneath herself to sit, her tail gently flicking to rest over her paws. Her shoulder was still bandaged, though less so in previous days, and rapidly healing from her own arrival into the Typhoon. She regarded the woman with the faintest cant of her head, more as if she were slightly raising her chin. "Welcome to the Typhoon, Candice," the voice came, not from her lips, but from her mind, reaching out to invade Candice's own. Her voice was soft and honey-sweet, gentle and non-imposing in Candice's pretty head- after all, Solveig wouldn't deny the girl was also good looking. "The Typhoon welcomes many. But what brings you here?" the question was softly posed, curious even as Solveig remained unmoving, her violet eyes still drifting over the girl. After all, she seemed to have some idea of where she was already.

//oof this is bad I Just woke up xD

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar liked manipulating people. He found it easy back home, with him having easy access to somebody's Mindscape. But unfortunately without having telepathy or other mental manipulation powers, he had no access to the Mindscape, and therefore couldn't easily manipulate something. The trick, to him, was to invade their mind and get them to think he's right. It was much harder to do that physically, since most people - surprisingly - had common sense. "She literally just stated she was joining." Caesar said to Solveig as he came over, his voice flat. Turning to Candice, the demon said, "But yeah, welcome. Name's Officer Caesar Cipher."

#psychosocial.

[PINCHER]

If Caroline believed she was a bad mother and a bad wife, Pincher would have to admit that he had been that once in his own terms. He had been a bad father and a bad husband though recently, he had begun to grow better, he was trying to improve, to become what his father had not been. He wanted to be there for his family, to support them and be one that they could turn to for advice and aid. He knew that he was immortal at the moment but that did not mean he did not want to squander the time in not caring on how his time was spent since he had all eterniy to live alongside the mortals of the world. Mortals. Huh. He hated that he saw them that way now ever since his return, how the word sounded pathetic compared to being a demigod. Most would feel prideful of being some almighty powerful demigod but Pincher was not. Contrary, he felt the opposite about the troublesome situation for he had died and returned to be some fucking servant for the sirens and other wordly beings that lurked in the depths of the ocean. They demanded his attention many times and already he was growing tired of being their slave, being a father and boyfriend, and also being the captain for his crew. Too much work even for the workaholic but he couldn't stop, he had to keep going even if his energy was on the verge of collapsing.

A small yawn cracked open his coffee brown jaws as the lean figure of the canine stepped through the jungle vegetation, jaws clamped around a small lizard he had caught that thrived to be free. Pincher ignored its attempts, simply sinking into shark-like teeth into it and gnawing on it as he headed towards the entrance for his daily check of the border of the railroad gate. Rolling his broad shoulders and swallowing down the lizard for his midday snack, the demigod followed shorly after Caesar with cyan magnetic blue eyes locked onto the savannah as he heard his officer comment bluntly on Solveig's telepathic inquiry towards the stranger. "Easy there, tiger. Everyone makes mistakes, you out of all people should know that." Pincher commented with a light humorous tone to his voice before he decided to turn his attention towards Candice. Well she was certainly pretty but Pincher wasn't one to flirt due to being with Jacob and not one to mess around his boyfriend's back so he remained civil and mutual, offering a slight nod of his head before answering "Welcome to the Typhoon, Candice. If you ever need anything or got shit to ask, feel free to speak to me. My name is Pincher Roux, the captain of this place." He always was tempted to ask joiners how they had heard of the Typhoon but for now he remained silent, making a mental note to do a mass meet and greet due to the influx of joiners including Candice.

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