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mayfield_rpg2012-04-29 03:18 am
myblimpisbigger) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-29 03:18 am
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Four: In Which Klaus Finally Snaps
A; 729 Anderson, for Lu
[The last thing Klaus remembers is not something pleasant. Gil. Sending Gil to solitary confinement until he could figure out how to help him or until Lucrezia got to him, whichever came first. Trying desperately to get across what was really going on and having nothing to work with because of her orders. Don't expose me. Do as I say. Don't argue. Don't fight. Tell him only what I tell you to tell him. Don't fight. Don't. Fight.
He sits bolt upright and is greeted by the usual bright, sunny Mayfield morning. Lucrezia is still asleep next to him, not in Anevka's robotic body but in her own of flesh and blood. He's overwhelmed with a wave of revulsion, and pity, and hate, and pain, because much her evil is fresh in his mind, this Lucrezia is not that Lucrezia and he knows that on a fundamental level. He hesitates for a moment before putting a hand on her shoulder and shaking.]
Wake up.
We need to talk.
[He has no idea what he's going to say. I hate you? This truce was a terrible idea because I know what you are and what you're capable of and that means you can never be trusted, no matter what? I want so desperately to be your friend again but I can't because everything that's ever hurt me has been your fault?
Dang.
Relationships. How do.]
B; Anderson Lane, Afternoon
[Klaus has spent nearly two years in Mayfield hoping against hope that when he finally went back to Europa, things would be salvageable, that he wouldn't be going back to find the world in ruins and everyone he ever cared about dead or gone. He's already suffered that once, and it was devastating enough the first time.
He never realized how much worse it would be to go back and find himself as Lucrezia's helpless pawn, as her biggest tool in her plan to destroy everything he ever worked to build. He never realized how much more painful it would be to have to watch things spiral downwards into destruction and know that he was absolutely helpless to prevent it. There are only so many loopholes to orders as tight as hers, and the more he makes use of them the more he can be sure she'll close them round his neck like a noose -- or even worse, Gil's neck, because she plans to use his son just like she's using him and he cannot stop her.
Add to all of this that his talk with Mayfield's Lucrezia did not go at all well, and the town has a very angry Klaus on its hands. The stress and anger and helplessness has pushed him into Madness, and not the usual strange but benevolent Madness friends might know from his moments of SCIENCE! This Madness is a Madness born of rage and despair, stronger and deeper and far more destructive than anything he's ever exhibited before. The town is very lucky that Disciple's mobile agony and death dispenser isn't finished, or things would be even worse than they already are. As it is, there have been two small explosions from 729 Anderson within the past half hour, and a whole lot of shouting to boot. Someone (Lu) was stupid enough to let Klaus get to the garage and all of his weapons, and now he's on the lawn, menacing his own soldier clank because he needs to hurt something and it was closest and dumb enough to actually engage him.]
Mutiny, mutiny, mu--
SILENCE!
[Aaaand there it goes, cut neatly in two by his six foot long Skiff-forged sword. He can fix it once he's calmed down, but right now, it just feels good to cut things into little bitty bits.
Approach with caution, Mayfield.]
[OOC: Anyone's welcome to tag in, though as a warning Sparks in this stage of Madness are very dangerous, so let me know what you are/aren't okay with in terms of getting beaten up by a seven foot tall brick wall of an angry Baron. Only Garviel and Signless will be able to snap him out of it, though others are welcome to try.]
[The last thing Klaus remembers is not something pleasant. Gil. Sending Gil to solitary confinement until he could figure out how to help him or until Lucrezia got to him, whichever came first. Trying desperately to get across what was really going on and having nothing to work with because of her orders. Don't expose me. Do as I say. Don't argue. Don't fight. Tell him only what I tell you to tell him. Don't fight. Don't. Fight.
He sits bolt upright and is greeted by the usual bright, sunny Mayfield morning. Lucrezia is still asleep next to him, not in Anevka's robotic body but in her own of flesh and blood. He's overwhelmed with a wave of revulsion, and pity, and hate, and pain, because much her evil is fresh in his mind, this Lucrezia is not that Lucrezia and he knows that on a fundamental level. He hesitates for a moment before putting a hand on her shoulder and shaking.]
Wake up.
We need to talk.
[He has no idea what he's going to say. I hate you? This truce was a terrible idea because I know what you are and what you're capable of and that means you can never be trusted, no matter what? I want so desperately to be your friend again but I can't because everything that's ever hurt me has been your fault?
Dang.
Relationships. How do.]
B; Anderson Lane, Afternoon
[Klaus has spent nearly two years in Mayfield hoping against hope that when he finally went back to Europa, things would be salvageable, that he wouldn't be going back to find the world in ruins and everyone he ever cared about dead or gone. He's already suffered that once, and it was devastating enough the first time.
He never realized how much worse it would be to go back and find himself as Lucrezia's helpless pawn, as her biggest tool in her plan to destroy everything he ever worked to build. He never realized how much more painful it would be to have to watch things spiral downwards into destruction and know that he was absolutely helpless to prevent it. There are only so many loopholes to orders as tight as hers, and the more he makes use of them the more he can be sure she'll close them round his neck like a noose -- or even worse, Gil's neck, because she plans to use his son just like she's using him and he cannot stop her.
Add to all of this that his talk with Mayfield's Lucrezia did not go at all well, and the town has a very angry Klaus on its hands. The stress and anger and helplessness has pushed him into Madness, and not the usual strange but benevolent Madness friends might know from his moments of SCIENCE! This Madness is a Madness born of rage and despair, stronger and deeper and far more destructive than anything he's ever exhibited before. The town is very lucky that Disciple's mobile agony and death dispenser isn't finished, or things would be even worse than they already are. As it is, there have been two small explosions from 729 Anderson within the past half hour, and a whole lot of shouting to boot. Someone (Lu) was stupid enough to let Klaus get to the garage and all of his weapons, and now he's on the lawn, menacing his own soldier clank because he needs to hurt something and it was closest and dumb enough to actually engage him.]
Mutiny, mutiny, mu--
SILENCE!
[Aaaand there it goes, cut neatly in two by his six foot long Skiff-forged sword. He can fix it once he's calmed down, but right now, it just feels good to cut things into little bitty bits.
Approach with caution, Mayfield.]
[OOC: Anyone's welcome to tag in, though as a warning Sparks in this stage of Madness are very dangerous, so let me know what you are/aren't okay with in terms of getting beaten up by a seven foot tall brick wall of an angry Baron. Only Garviel and Signless will be able to snap him out of it, though others are welcome to try.]
B
What if this isn't temporary? What if Klaus is gone for good? He felt terrible for even considering Klaus going home as a bad thing. It's where he belongs, he wouldn't have to deal with Mayfield's horrors anymore...it's what's best for his friend and Signless always wants what's best for others, no matter of his own personal feelings.
When he hears the explosions on Anderson he's almost ashamed of himself for getting excited. Signless scrambles to throw his shoes on and scampers out the door, jogging in the direction of 729 with a wide smile...until he hears the yelling and watches Klaus cut down his clank. It's more than enough to make the troll slow his pace and approach slowly and carefully. He knows body language and his friend's is loud and clear.]
Klaus, what happened?
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He slashes again, this time removing the clank's arm as it goes for the gun it doesn't have, and continue the arc of the slash until he's facing Signless with the sword extended in front of him and oh, that can't be good.]
Go AWAY.
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Signless jerks away from the sword's tip, taking a few steps back and to the side. When he speaks again his voice is low and soft.]
You went home, didn't you? Put that sword down and talk to me, Klaus. Tell me what happened back home.
[Maybe he can talk him down. If not he at least knows how to disarm if he can find something enough like his staff back home to be useful.]
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Yes, I went HOME. AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SAW? Failure.
THERE IS NOTHING TO DISCUSS.
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I'm so, so sorry, Klaus. But please, put the sword down. We can go somewhere private and you can tell me everything.
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Hint: the answer is NOPE. He presses the tip of the sword to Signless's chest.]
Why should I talk to YOU? What would you UNDERSTAND of WAR? What would you know of SEEING EVERYTHING YOU EVER WORKED FOR TORN DOWN BEFORE YOUR EYES? WHAT OF THAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY GRASP? Talking WILL NOT CHANGE what I have seen! TALKING WILL NOT SAVE ANYONE!
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I understand more about war than I care to. My entire race are raised literally from birth to be violent and fight and kill at the slightest provocation. We have an entire romantic quadrant based on hate.
[He steps closer, throwing caution to the wind and hoping Klaus is still himself enough not to slaughter him on the spot.]
Talking won't change what you've seen, no. But discussing it with someone, anyone, may calm you down at least.
[Now or never, Signless. He reaches out to the taller human, raising himself onto his toes and giving Klaus a soft pap on the cheek.]
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He drops his sword to the concrete with a CLANG!, grabs the much smaller troll and throws him backwards into the garage, a good twenty feet and into a concrete wall. The impact probably drops tools and weaponry on his head, too.
Fine. Signless wants to talk? Signless wants to go somewhere private? Okay. Klaus can do that. Signless is stupid enough to push for this, Signless gets dignified with a 'maybe if I don't wind up killing you'. That's the best he'll get, he can very well deal with it.]
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It's really quite fortunate that trolls are more durable than humans. If they weren't Signless would probably be dealing with a snapped spine or worse right now.]