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vieuxnoyesrp · 6 years

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Drowning in blood and death the way it once drowned in magic, the French Quarter watches as war approaches. Solemn and slow, every day it creeps closer with the tide, seeking blood and death to feed on, blood and death to spread. With all the blood spilled in these months past, one would think the blood thirst would be slaked, but instead, the old souls of the Quarter crave more. Their thirst cannot be quenched, and they will have the blood they seek.

Members! We are delighted to release our Season Two Plot Drop, and usher VNRP into it's third year and second season. Beneath you will find information for each character regarding where they stand at the beginning of this new season. The plot drop implies a slight time jump of about a month. Current threads which take place in the interim are welcome to continue on, but any threads taking place following the plot drop, we ask to consider the time jump. As always, please read the entire post, not just the sections related to your characters. It's important for our abilities to plot with one another that we all keep up with the storylines of every character in VN, to the best of our abilities.

Regarding Marcel’s new laws, we know this will make RPing a little more difficult, but we ask that members really try to follow these rules so as to make the limitations in the Quarter feel real. Alternatively, make sure that the difficulties your characters face in breaking them are acknowledged and don’t go without consequence. These rules will not be permanent, of course. If you would like your character to break the rules, we ask that you run your intended plot past us so that we can help ensure the most realistic portrayal. Anything in this post is a gentle guideline, and open to negotiation. If you have questions or concerns, please feel free to contact us and we will do our best to work with you to find a mutually pleasing solution. If anyone would like information regarding the loose character arc we have envisioned for their character in Season Two, all you need to do is ask. Though we hardly need to remind you lovely people, just a gentle reminder to please strive to be as inclusive as possible as we usher in this new season, both with our new members, and the characters on our dash. The comments you leave on each other's posts are inspiring and heart-warming, and we hope the tradition continues on into our new season. Be creative, enjoy the story we get to tell together and laissez les bons temps rouler! -The Admins @ VN

Reeling from the pain of losing Davina, Marcel Gerard has gripped the spirits she left behind in a punishing grasp. The rules he implemented following the original Harvest were mere child’s play compared to the draconian martial law that rules today. No weres are allowed on the east bank, and have been banished to Algiers and the Bayou. The Mikaelsons have been placed under house arrest with a permanent vampire guard. Anyone practicing magic is subject to immediate death without trial. Lost in his grief, Marcel doesn’t care about any pain he might be inflicting; in fact, he welcomes the company.

Like any true war profiteer, Katherine Pierce has deviated from her go-to game plan and placed herself right on the battle lines. Running hasn’t worked for her thus far, and this time, she’s going to control the cards as they fall. Playing double agent, Katherine has made herself indispensable to Marcel as the leading lady of his intelligence network. Little does he know that she’s promised the same to the Mikaelsons, who bear the brunt of Marcel’s enmity, passing valuable information about his plans their way. She’s not sure which side she’s rooting for, but she doesn’t need to be, not yet. She can make that decision when the winning party comes forward. Gia Talwar finds herself in a similar position, though she’s a lot less happy about it. Though her allegiance has always been with Elijah, Marcel had never been a bad leader before. She finds herself wanting to be there for him in his grief, part of the family of vampires rallying around their leader in his time of need, but she won’t turn her back on Elijah either. She splits her time between them, managing to pick up a position as one of the guards on the Mikaelson estate. She’s not sure exactly how far she’s willing to go to pay her debts to Elijah, and to honor the budding friendship between them, but she’ll have to figure that out, and soon.

The Mikaelsons sit on the frontlines of Marcel’s warpath, bristling under the intense scrutiny and ever-increasing ordinances. Though sympathetic to his plight, they are not suited to meek submission, and plots and plans abound. Klaus Mikaelson seeks an alliance with Hayley Marshall, stoking the fires of her anger. With the successful hybrid transformation of Scott McCall, the sky is the limit. With war hovering on the horizon, he has dreams of an army, and the wolves that howl at the moon in reverence of their lost brother dream of blood between their teeth. Rebekah Mikaelson navigates the return of a long-lost sister, something her half-brother refuses to acknowledge, but which she is desperate to grasp with both hands. Freya Mikaelson seeks a place amongst her volatile siblings, a quest which will not be easily resolved. Or so it may seem. She is not the only Mikaelson to have found her way free from the darkness. Kol Mikaelson has been rumored to be lurking, though he has yet to be seen. Elijah Mikaelson plays mediator as ever, but his much-celebrated even temper and talent for patience test him as his siblings fracture, and let that fracture spread into the city he so dearly loves. In an attempt to placate Hayley, Elijah moves to free the Argent huntress from Marcel’s clutches and deliver her to the alpha, only to discover the Argent hunter in residence at the garden is not the huntress he was looking for. He delivers Chris Argent into the jaws of the wolves anyway, and hopes that it’s enough to slake the blood thirst he can see growing in Hayley’s eyes. Chris doesn’t deserve to die for the crimes of his sister, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t make a perfectly acceptable bargaining chip regardless.

Hayley Marshall is out for blood, and is raising tensions in the Bayou as she calls for war against the vampires, with Marcel’s chafing rules and overzealous punishments. The witches are her first target, of course, but to root them out of her city for good, she needs to be ruling her city for good, and that means Marcel has to go. Malia Tate and Cora Hale seem to butt heads when it comes to their alpha’s plans. Malia won’t pretend that war is something she can stomach. Her family went all in, in the last Labonair war, and she lost everything for it. She’s not going to stand by and watch as her people, her family is ripped to shreds in front of her again. Not this time. Cora isn’t making it easy either, desperate to push away the people pretending to care about her. She wants blood, thinks Malia is naive to imagine this could go down any other way and that’s why she’ll stand by Hayley. But she’s done pretending that family doesn’t have to be blood, because her family is dead and there’s no pretending otherwise.

The loyalties of frienship are tested when Scott McCall reveals the true reason behind his disappearance. Both Malia and Cora are torn between fighting for their pack with the Mikaelsons on their side, and fighting the Mikaelsons for the crime they committed against Scott. Tyler Lockwood struggles with feelings of guilt for not arriving at the scene sooner. He channels this guilt into supporting Hayley’s campaign for war, mobilizing the wolves of the Bayou in her favor. The idea of war scares him, though, after the damage he saw Jennifer Blake wreak on his sister and one of his closest friends. Matt Donovan is struggling to keep up, as the depths of the supernatural world are revealed to him. His girlfriend, his sister, and his best friend, too. What other secrets are hiding out there, and what kind of role does he want them to have in his life? Equally out of the loop is Caroline Forbes, already isolated due to her self-exile, watching as the few connections she had to her old life slip through her fingers. Tyler is growing uncomfortably invested in his annoying little sister’s life—his step-sister, she is quick to remind him—and she can’t quite stomach seeing Elena. Even Stiles has gotten so busy, and she can’t help but feel incredibly alone. It’s making her act out, and just like the rest of her, Caroline’s sharp tongue is poised to kill.

Allison Argent, after everything—the trauma with Jennifer, losing a friend (Isaac) and her father—is left to deal with her fear and her anger under her mother’s wing and Kate’s black influence. Without her father there to temper her views, they skew more towards the extreme of supernatural-antipathy. After all, vampires took her father, and witches killed her friend and nearly her as well. With Cora pushing away her attempts at friendship, and her relationship with Scott fracturing under the pressure they both face, Allison dives into her heritage, seeking comfort, but finding something else entirely. Old family friend, Dinang Prawira, struggles to secure a plan for rebuilding the Guild, caught between the kindness of the Argent women, and the extremity of their visions for the Guild.

Lydia Martin is done being a victim of her mind and others’ schemes. She may still be healing, but she’s taking her life into her own hands. Like Allison, she searches for answers, but as Allison grows distant, absorbed in her own complicated life, Lydia must resort to research. Fortunately, she happens to be very good at it. She’s taken on Cami’s case as well, determined to figure out what is behind their fugues and time-losses. She finds an unlikely ally in Stiles Stilinski, who is stuck watching the cracks and fissures growing between his friends. Under extra pressure from J&J to find the witch responsible for the attacks, all hands are on deck. Stiles knows, however, that these things are connected and he worries that their friend group will be collateral damage to the greater forces tearing the city apart. Jaxon has noticed the two of them getting closer, and refuses to admit outloud how much it irks him. He’s not jealous of Stiles fucking Stilinski, no way. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to beat the shit out of him for it, though. Adam Sullivan finds himself in a similar position to Lydia. He’s beginning to realize that there are people in the world who might be like him. He’s determined to not feel so alone anymore, and despite being nervous about hurting people, he wants to learn about his abilities, and the people like him who can wield them. Meanwhile, Kira Yukimura doesn’t know what’s going on, but all of the people she had hoped would become her friends have suddenly withdrawn. She’s not sure how she could’ve managed to offend so many people in one go, but she can’t deny, it really hurts.

Even as an unaware human, Charlie McBride has caught on that something is not quite right within the French Quarter. Though she can't put her finger on it, the questions are multiplying. She's been searching for the two people who might have the answers. What happened that night she'd made plans with Cami? Why was she so determined to ditch her friend? What was Cami so afraid of? And, strangest of all... Why does Stefan come to mind whenever she thinks of that night, despite the fact that she doesn't remember seeing him at all?

In the wake of the failed Harvest, the witches of New Orleans flounder. The last of their magic drained into the earth with Davina Claire’s blood, and the ancestors have yet to deign to return it. The ancestors are displeased; interlopers have come into their lands and taken what rightfully belongs to them. Stefan Salvatore is bewitched - a fitting adjective, given the truth behind the story. For in fact, the Ancestors are puppeteering Lexi’s memory for much more personal gain - Magic will not return to New Orleans until the Salem Impostors are purged from the city. The Ancestors will not see their magic be squandered on the heretics outside of their chosen coven, even if that entails leaving their own children powerless in the meantime. As for Stefan, he is merely a puppet, like Lexi. Engaged to carry out the Ancestors’ will as a vicious witch-weapon, despite the fact that it will cost him in the long-run. Damon Salvatore struggles to contain his brother’s destruction, while simultaneously trying to atone for the sins that have cut him off from any friends he might once have had in the Quarter.

Sophie Deveraux cannot care less. She had had it right the first time, abandoning magic and the ancestors who abandoned her. To rub salt in her very fresh wounds, while tending to the bodies of the Harvest Children, something that has become a daily habit for her, Sophie realizes Isaac Lahey’s body is missing. Frederick Egrid fairs no better. Terrified that Isaac’s friend will return to finish the job, Egrid lays low, cut off from his only chance at the family he has longed for for so long. Meanwhile, Quentin Herrera is too busy struggling how to adjust to life banished from the Quarter to hunt down Isaac’s killer just yet. With his home forbidden to him, and his job as a bouncer on the line, he’s going to have to do some quick thinking to stay on his feet. Both his pride, and his livelihood, are on the line, and he’s not sure which one is most important to him just yet.

Jennifer Blake has paid the price for her crimes: the souls she sacrificed have latched onto hers, and there’s no getting rid of them now. As she struggles for basic control of her mind, Mary Sibley struggles to hold the Salem Coven together as they face annihilation. The coven members have been disappearing one at a time, in a most gruesome fashion. They turn up with their appendages torn of, their heads decapitated, and then gently pieced back together in a crude mockery of the person they had once been. Mary vows to find the one responsible, but between holding what remains of the Salem coven together, evading attack herself, and looking after the increasingly tiresome Jennifer, she finds herself dreaming of her one tried and true tactic: run and then rebuild. The only thing stopping her is her missing Sister, Rain. She will stay for Rain and find her. Until then, she cannot be free.

Compounding on the tragedy the Gilbert’s have already faced, Jenna Sommers has been murdered. Not, for once, by Klaus, but by a plain old human, in cold-blood. Stunned and aggrieved, Elena and Jeremy Gilbert must start their lives over once again without the family they had loved so dearly. To add insult to injury, they’ve inherited all of Jenna’s estate, including the harassment from Rogan Jones about buying the manor off their hands. It’s not a bad offer honestly, but it’s offered in cold blood, and the Gilbert kids can’t help but feel like he’s scavenging. The dirt hasn’t even settled on Jenna’s body yet. John Alden has become a permanent fixture in the Gilbert household, having finally claimed a bedroom in the old and drafty house. He is determined to provide these kids with the stability they have long since deserved, though he doesn’t know the first thing about stability himself. He struggles with nightmares, the ghost of his wife haunting him, and uncanny parallels between the life he had the chance to lead but lost, and the stolen life he finds himself living now.

Vic Kloeckler-Kuyavar struggles with Cami’s departure from the Quarter, and the burgeoning truth of their marriage to Tajim. They find comfort in the strangest of places, the claws they swiped from Chris Argent so long ago. Still, even they can’t help with the rage and despair they feel, which only seems to be growing with every day that passes.

In the wake of all the heartbreak, Cami O’Connell returns to New Orleans, drawn back to the City of Loss by too many friends in need. But all her weeks away were not for nothing. She’s done some digging and returns armed with an old picture and many questions. In this last-ditch attempt to make sense of the fragments of her memory, Cami launches herself into full-blown research, where no theory is too silly to consider. She begins with New Orleans’ history - supernatural and otherwise - determined this time to fend for herself, and protect her mind, once and for all.

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Back when I was growing up, I marvelled at the tales in the tabloids about televisions getting kicked in and radios being smashed to pieces by irate Ibrox fans who had seen their teams concede a late goal. That was in an era before we were accustomed to watching football on the big screen and before Sevco’s eight years of tribulation.

It’s no longer unusual for Ibrox fans to watch games which inflict emotional trauma on them.

They’ve kind of gotten used to it now.

Nevertheless, it’s not terribly difficult to picture broken telly’s and mobile phones as a consequence of Thursday night’s late winner for the Swiss champions Young Boys of Berne. The Ibrox club has been locked up in a wee world of self-regard since we turned them over.

It was easy to put that game and the result down as a bad day at the office and get past it.

It helps when an entire media industry is filling your head with supremacist junk too, of course.

When the roof comes down on Ibrox they will have a lot to answer for.

They’ve spent so long telling the Ibrox club that there’s nothing to worry about that it’s no wonder a lot of those muppets over there believe that, even when there’s evidence to the contrary all around them.

On Thursday night a lot of assumptions died on the vine.

Assumptions that this Europa League group was one they could qualify from without much difficulty. The truth is, they’ve had a couple of decent results in that competition since Gerrard took over, but nowhere near as decent as their fans seem to think and the hacks have tried to tell them.

This is a club that has yet to take on a serious side of top drawer European calibre, playing at the peak of their powers.

Imagine them in a Champions League group?

The results would be hilarious enough to release DVD’s of it.

Comedy Central would play them on an endless loop and Scottish viewing figures would go through the roof.

The Feynoord result was a good one, on paper at least, until you consider they’re having an Aberdeen level season at the moment, sitting in 6th with only three wins in eight games. They followed up their Ibrox defeat by drawing 3-3 against ten men against FC Emmen and then promptly lost 3-0 at home against AZ.

They were in a tailspin at the time of that match.

But they followed those results up well; they thrashed Twente 5-1 and then beat Porto on Thursday night.

Are they getting their act together?

Sevco better hope not.

Because they have to go to Holland later on in the group, and if the Dutch are even close to their best I expect that to be a pretty humiliating night for the Ibrox club.

They have Porto to come, twice in a row, the first game away.

From thinking they might top the group, they could end that night rock bottom of it.

Porto are no longer a major force in the game, but I expect them to be technically superior to Gerrard’s long ball merchants in every department.

The sides the Ibrox club has played in Europe in the last few years have been strict second-raters and many have been mired in crisis going into the matches. The results against Legia Warsaw were actually amongst the only impressive ones, and to be blunt I’d have expected us to beat that incarnation of the Polish team fairly comfortably.

Based on those results, against those teams, they’ve convinced themselves that they are a massive club and capable of wrestling the SPL crown away from us.

Fools.

Thursday night’s result was the latest in a long line of reality checks … but still they won’t get it.

Nevertheless, behind the scenes fear and loathing stalk the halls.

Gerrard already feels the pressure, knowing that this side still isn’t nearly good enough. He bangs the drum for more money, knowing that it’s not going to be forthcoming, and every day he has to read the fluff from the PR department about clubs sniffing around his dreck.

Right now it’s Aston Villa, willing to pay £15 million plus for Mad Dog.

They would be mad if they spent that kind of money on the Colombian Kris Boyd.

In the meantime, the ugliness in the stands only gets worse as time goes by.

The handful of them in the Swiss ground on Thursday night made sure the team knew their feelings at full-time and yesterday they poured out the loathing in full, onto their captain and the manager’s decision making.

His team selection was being attacked before the game even kicked off … at full time they were wondering whether or not they have a pure fool in charge.

Do they really want an honest answer to that?

In the meantime, the lunatic bloggers at Ibrox Noise chose yesterday, after that result, to put up another of their blackly hilarious pieces speculating on whether they can get £50 million for Morelos and Barasic, and they appear to believe every single word of it.

Do they really want an honest answer to that?

Gerrard blamed VAR for the defeat.

Ha!

The latest in a long line of excuses from this geezer, a manager who never once in 16 months in that job has ever accepted an iota of personal responsibility. He did back Tavernier, but that’s another refusal to accept that he could have gotten something wrong.

He made him captain after all.

Sevco fans know better, and the reason for the growing fear in their ranks is that they understand that Gerrard has players in that squad he just isn’t prepared to drop, and there’s at least one – in Ojo – who has done virtually nothing and who they can’t drop because of the loan agreement with Liverpool which commits them to playing him almost every week.

Their fans poured scorn onto him yesterday on their forums, having completely exhausted their patience.

Not bad, considering how some of them praised him after his winner against Feynoord.

It was about all he did that night though.

Desperation is in the air over there as they try to keep alive the illusion that they are a huge club.

The latest smoke and mirrors effort involves trying to lure Southampton’s Ross Wilson north of the border as Director of Football. He’s believed to want guarantees that the club is not on the verge of collapse; how amusing if he receives those assurances and signs.

Another case of “see you in court” somewhere not too far down the line.

That club has had more rude awakenings than a guy in a locker room hammock experiencing rough seas.

They never seem to learn a single thing from them.

This one will be no different, and the smarter elements of their support, who watched as Livingston almost knocked them out of the cup, who know a free kick goal against a dreadful Kilmarnock side saved the manager from hard questions and who have watched Celtic and Young Boys beat them already can sense the trouble on the wind.

Fear is creeping up on them.

In the meantime, the loathing level rises.

Many, even those still confident, can sense that this is going to be a long, long campaign.

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