Elijah Mikaelson
10 April 2015 @ 08:29 pm
open } { get the glue it don't stick right no more  
[As many of the modern wonders of the world that Elijah has taken the time to explore, cruise ships were not one of them. It isn't that he has anything the concept as a rule. He's sure that they can be quite entertaining for those looking for a vacation from their brief mortal lives, but as someone who's survived the trials and tribulations of sea travel in the pre-modern world, he's been inclined to pass on the opportunity.

The ship, however, elects to decide otherwise.

Elijah steps from one of the rooms of the Abbatioir onto the main deck of the ship and after raising his arm for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust, his gaze sweeps cleanly over the situation at hand. Given the amount of magic floating around New Orleans at the moment, particularly with the presence of Freya and looming arrival of Dahlia, the idea that a witch could generate a teleportation spell powerful enough to render him here is sadly not out of the question. Inconvenient and annoying, but not impossible.

For now, he simply needs to find the nearest person of authority and find out when they will be returning to land - compel them to do so if he must - and see if he can send word back to Klaus and Hayley of his ... predicament.

He's fairly certain there aren't many ways it could get worse.]
 
 
Current Mood: curious
 
 
captain jack harkness.
10 April 2015 @ 09:55 pm
open | i am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass.  
[ those ghost-robots have fished what appears to be a fresh corpse out of the water. where did this guy in a wwii military jacket come from? who knows. a door probably opened a little too close to the side of the ship at the least opportune moment knowing this ship's track record and the dead man in question's luck.

—or, perhaps, not so dead after all.

lifeless one moment, he's surging back to life the next. air rushes into his lungs with a powerful gasp and he sits up, turning and hunching over slightly so he can properly cough up the water that flooded his lungs out onto the deck. ]


Drowned. [ the laugh that mingles with the tail end of his coughing fit doesn't at all sound amused, but he doesn't seem all that bothered by any of this, either. ] Haven't done that one in a while. Gotta love the classics.

[ by the time he pushes himself to his feet, it's as if he did nothing more than take an impromptu swim. soaked to the bone, but breathing fine and showing no signs of having been lying dead on the deck mere minutes before. ]