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tushanshu_logs2015-09-06 12:10 am
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September Catch-All for Klaus Von Reinherz
Characters: Klaus and YOU!
Date: September 2015 (2016 in game)
Location: Various
Situation: September (aaaand some of August probably) Catch-All
Warnings/Rating: Will be given as needed in the headers.
A. Closed to Enjolras and Backdated to 8/11
Klaus was hard to miss, especially in a fairly quiet cafe. He was seated with his back to a corner with a cup of something that might have once been coffee but the wanton use of cream and sugar and foam had mutated it into some sort of caffeinated abomination from sugar hell.
Klaus had a bit of a sweet tooth. The strawberry danish had never stood a chance.
Getting his phone charged had been a blessing. At the present time, he was playing a rousing game of Prosfair on it. Not against anyone but the phone itself, and it was a simplified version at that. He enjoyed it nonetheless, and it made for a pleasant distraction while he waited for Enjolras.
B. Closed to Raine - Cooking up a Storm (Hotel Kitchen)
It was, of course, a phenomenally bad idea. But it was something he'd have to learn to do for himself. He wasn't a child for God's sake, and Gilbert wasn't here to handle the cooking. It was embarrassing, really, that he'd never learned. He was perfectly good at any other sort of housework, but something about mixing ingredients and staying in one spot to make sure they didn't congeal was somehow beyond him.
That being said, Klaus tied the apron around his middle with the grim determination he reserved for dealing with the most unpleasant of vampires. He set his jaw, and picked up the small book of recipes, deciding to start with something simple.
How hard could pancakes be?
C. OPEN - Flower Shop (Wood District)
It was a small shop in the Wood District that had a smaller greenhouse attached to the back. The owner was an elderly Kedaan gentleman and he handled the floor of the shop. Klaus was being paid very handsomely to tend to the plants (and only the plants) on account of his rather... extreme features nearly sending an old woman into cardiac arrest.
That had been an interesting day. He'd mentally filed it under 'never speak of this again'. Much of that mental file seemed to have Zapp's name recurring frequently.
The afternoons were nigh unbearable, especially in the greenhouse, though you'd hardly know it looking at Klaus. He was more than content to see to the plants that were blooming beautifully in spite of the heat and drought.
He really had a green thumb.
D. OPEN - Daily Constitutional
He took a walk through and to various districts when the evenings were cool. He was getting a feel for the city the way he had a feel for Jerusalem's Lot. The ebb and flow of her people, the trends and lingo - Klaus found the best way to get over any culture shock was the act of simply immersing himself in it. He stopped at stalls and asked about wares, he wandered the back alleys quite sure no one would be keen to pick a fight.
In another month or so, he'd know the city well enough that he may as well have lived there all his life.
He may or may not have been keeping an eye out for any trouble with the city's most recent visitors. Klaus was a trusting man in general, and always willing to give the benefit of the doubt, but there was a low key tension that left him worried about what might happen next.
E. OPEN - Letter (forward dated to 9/16)
This makes it the third time in so many months.
Please consider some restraint. He would have been worth questioning.
Klaus was seated outside the Midnight Hotel on a stone bench. He stared at the small, neatly folded letter that bore his unmistakable handwriting. He stared at it for some time.
Then, with great care, he removed his spectacles and dragged his hands down his face with an exhale of frustration.
...This really was getting to be a bad habit.
Date: September 2015 (2016 in game)
Location: Various
Situation: September (aaaand some of August probably) Catch-All
Warnings/Rating: Will be given as needed in the headers.
A. Closed to Enjolras and Backdated to 8/11
Klaus was hard to miss, especially in a fairly quiet cafe. He was seated with his back to a corner with a cup of something that might have once been coffee but the wanton use of cream and sugar and foam had mutated it into some sort of caffeinated abomination from sugar hell.
Klaus had a bit of a sweet tooth. The strawberry danish had never stood a chance.
Getting his phone charged had been a blessing. At the present time, he was playing a rousing game of Prosfair on it. Not against anyone but the phone itself, and it was a simplified version at that. He enjoyed it nonetheless, and it made for a pleasant distraction while he waited for Enjolras.
B. Closed to Raine - Cooking up a Storm (Hotel Kitchen)
It was, of course, a phenomenally bad idea. But it was something he'd have to learn to do for himself. He wasn't a child for God's sake, and Gilbert wasn't here to handle the cooking. It was embarrassing, really, that he'd never learned. He was perfectly good at any other sort of housework, but something about mixing ingredients and staying in one spot to make sure they didn't congeal was somehow beyond him.
That being said, Klaus tied the apron around his middle with the grim determination he reserved for dealing with the most unpleasant of vampires. He set his jaw, and picked up the small book of recipes, deciding to start with something simple.
How hard could pancakes be?
C. OPEN - Flower Shop (Wood District)
It was a small shop in the Wood District that had a smaller greenhouse attached to the back. The owner was an elderly Kedaan gentleman and he handled the floor of the shop. Klaus was being paid very handsomely to tend to the plants (and only the plants) on account of his rather... extreme features nearly sending an old woman into cardiac arrest.
That had been an interesting day. He'd mentally filed it under 'never speak of this again'. Much of that mental file seemed to have Zapp's name recurring frequently.
The afternoons were nigh unbearable, especially in the greenhouse, though you'd hardly know it looking at Klaus. He was more than content to see to the plants that were blooming beautifully in spite of the heat and drought.
He really had a green thumb.
D. OPEN - Daily Constitutional
He took a walk through and to various districts when the evenings were cool. He was getting a feel for the city the way he had a feel for Jerusalem's Lot. The ebb and flow of her people, the trends and lingo - Klaus found the best way to get over any culture shock was the act of simply immersing himself in it. He stopped at stalls and asked about wares, he wandered the back alleys quite sure no one would be keen to pick a fight.
In another month or so, he'd know the city well enough that he may as well have lived there all his life.
He may or may not have been keeping an eye out for any trouble with the city's most recent visitors. Klaus was a trusting man in general, and always willing to give the benefit of the doubt, but there was a low key tension that left him worried about what might happen next.
E. OPEN - Letter (forward dated to 9/16)
Please consider some restraint. He would have been worth questioning.
Klaus was seated outside the Midnight Hotel on a stone bench. He stared at the small, neatly folded letter that bore his unmistakable handwriting. He stared at it for some time.
Then, with great care, he removed his spectacles and dragged his hands down his face with an exhale of frustration.
...This really was getting to be a bad habit.
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"I must be crazy." Her voice too was small. Distant. "I don't know how I'm going to do this. I just . . ." She grappled again for words -- against some enormity that was too large to confine to sounds and syllables.
"I'm . . . not good with people," she repeated at last. It wasn't what she wanted to say; the words were underneath the phrase, caustic and attempting to break through the surface. "Even if you say they're good . . ."
A breath. "I can't. Your friends. It took enough to come here. Right now . . . I just can't."
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His tone was firm, and he hoped Lapis would understand. While they needed to sort out the situation with Tu Vishan in the near future, there was no need to rush (if anything that could make things disastrous).
"Would you be alright with me telling them about you at least?"
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Then, perhaps because she felt it merited some kind of explanation (or perhaps it was a second chance to explain: "For a very long time . . . I've been alone. I haven't . . . had to trust anyone for a long time. I want to believe it's a good idea -- trusting others. Steven, you . . . make me want to believe it could be good. I want to."
Her eyes were quiet, dark. "I haven't had . . . luck. With any more than that. For a very, very long time."
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"It is a good idea," Klaus said softly. "It is also very difficult. People are not always good at being understanding or kind and it's very easy to fall into a mindset that it's better to never trust at all than be hurt again and again."
Another breath, not as deep, but he looked down at his folded hands.
"It's not the case at all. It takes... time. And you will meet good people. It must have taken a great deal of courage for you to come here. You are very brave to take that step."
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"Not really. Just when I don't have any other choice."
When it mattered to protect something. When something became more than her own fear.
A breath. "I'll try."
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"I will do everything I am able to support you in this endeavor. Whatever you need, let me know."
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"Thank you." Again the words were as quiet as a breath, but warm with the weight of what lay behind them.
Her eyes lifted again to the greenhouse around them, taking the plants in anew. "I like this place . . ."
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And it showed.
"You are always welcome here, Miss Lazuli. I understand how some things can become wearying."
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"I'll come back."