HELLO / GOODBYE.

Ben scoffed and rolled his eyes. Yeah, he had been hoping that being thousands of miles of earth would help Klaus get sober, but now the opposite was happening.

“Yeah… Be sure that you don’t mix drugs with the chemical weapons though. I did that once, it is not enjoyable,” Myx said, shaking his head.

“He says chemical weapons like it wasn’t just sleeping gas,” Kaye said in passing, smacking Myx on the side of the head.

Myx responded only by flipping his second in command off, although that was simply how the two showed affection.

        grace  only  tuts  at  him  in  reply,  gesturing  for  him  to  sit  down.  ❛    on  the  chair,  klaus,  not  the  table,    ❜   she  says  over  her  shoulder  as  she  opens  a  cabinet  to  get  the  first  aid  kit,  attention  turned  back  to  him  in  a  heartbeat.   ❛    blood  must  be  washed  off  whether  it’s  yours  or  not.   we  wouldn’t  want  anybody  else  to  worry,  now,  would  we ?    ❜

@fourseances   SC

▌█ ∵  💉 ∵ █ ▌  Silence as she looked to him. There was something different, off since she had last seen the one who spoke with the dead. It was clear he was feeling pain but, she had learned long ago to be careful when it came to healing emotional pain. Another reason she grew to hate her siblings, the overbearing demand for her to take away any sadness, or rage they felt, anything that deterred their focus.   ❝ You seem to hurt. ❞ Ever careful with words. After a moment fresh glass of cool water was held out to him rather than being drank by herself. Dark locks falling over shoulders as lip rolled between teeth. Almost as if she was studying him and picking him apart. After all she had to learn when anyone hurt. Engrained in her skull like how to use her powers in almost any situation, they were a gift and a curse. ❝ I would offer help but it always changes too much. So maybe talking will be better for you ❞

   “ what are you going to blackmail me for? “   he cants his head in  klaus’s  direction,   returning  that  cheeky  grin  with  ease,   a  brunet  brow  quirking upward  in   teasing  surprise.    “  i’ll  basically  do  whatever you  want  for  nothing   and    they’ll tell you  the  stories  for  free   –     may as  well  eliminate  the  middleman. “     dave  laughed  :    a clear,  resounding  laugh  that  rang  like  bells  through the  humid,  rainy  jungle,    a  laugh that could  end the war.

 he  smiles,   dimples  appearing,   before  bracing  his  opposite hand  on  klaus’s  shoulder  and   playfully  giving it a  little  squeeze.        “   —     i’d  miss you,     too. “      he  says.     “  dot  finally had her baby with her  husband,   too,   almost right after i  got  shipped off.      kind of  pisses me off i’m not here for that. “

❛  stay the fuck away from me! i’m coming down the stairs! ❜  or trying to, at least. knuckles whiten with her tight grasp on the bannister, staying low. forth time’s a charm, right? though it’s been ten seconds and she’s barely two steps down. ❛  hey you! you, yeah can you help me? ❜

@fourseances sc.

‘ ohw, you’re basically a walking ouija board. ’ she declares solemnly, a little nod following after. sure thing is that soddenly her father’s “power” doesn’t seem too lame to carry anymore — she could have had it as worse as klaus. ‘ have you ever seen FAMOUS dead people? ’ she asks again ‘ are they stuck with you if you don’t say goodbye? ’

                  “It’s weather, dude. I haven’t been paying that much attention.” She’s seated on a bench, idly swinging her legs. The guy’s a goddamn mess and she’s not stupid, she knows in a pinch she’ll probably have to rely on herself and herself alone. But she’s done it before and can do it again. She glances over at him, “…Do you need an aspirin or something? Cause you look fucked up.”

Cir wasn’t opposed to some good ol fashioned stealing. It was fun and she could buy herself a meal with it. But this guy he was- hamming it up too much. It annoyed her. Roxanne got that same type of sugar coated dramatic tone when she had to feign concern. She rushed over to him, gripping at the hem of his shirt and hugging him with a little sniffle, if he was gonna play it up- so could she. 

“ Waaah-! Dad!! I thought i wan’ gonna see you again!! “ She wailed, pressing her face into his side and faked a sob

Of all the ghosts of his past that show up to haunt him, this one is the least expected. Maybe it’s because all Klaus really remembers of his past are the bad parts, and Launchpad is more of a fond memory than anything. The fond ones don’t tend to be remembered that often, and seeing the old man standing in front of him now is ... weird, to say the least. Klaus leans against his door frame, half-empty bottle of alcohol in hand, draped it in a satin robe, gaze somewhere between hungover & mildly amused.