#reconstructedanarchy

Klaus grinned, stepping lightly and gripping tightly to the hilt of his blade. He always considered himself a quick learner, having usually been the first of he and Lukas to successfully accomplish a given task. And now, he focused hard on remembering what Claus had taught him already.

Even then, he still found himself flinching sometimes during these fresh fencing sessions-- this hadn't been the first session, but it still struck him as quite a jarring change from what he was used to. Though every metallic clang of their swords served as a reminder with just how much he was already growing in power. 

"They’re… different…" He muttered, looking down at his new clothing. It wasn’t an outfit he could have seen himself wearing until now, but he supposed it was a nice change from his usual homemade clothing. "…but I like them fine. Thank you." He never was the best at expressing his gratitude.

He avoided making eye contact with anyone but Claus at this point, preferring to keep close to a person he was beginning to trust over anyone else. 

It'd taken Klaus a lot of willpower not to go off on this guy for leaving his dog behind. Most of his worries now were centered on whether Boney made it out of that world alive or not.

Nonetheless, he couldn't go getting angry at just anyone he realized. This was a completely new, likely dangerous environment. Instead, he shot another frown at Wilfred as he spoke, arms still crossed as though it helped suppress his rage. 

It felt as though he'd just gotten this Claus out of his memory, and to suddenly see him again so angry struck fear into his heart. He'd spoken so fast, he almost didn't catch what the other had said. He was only glad that he'd put Cosmo away safely just minutes ago.

"Wh-- what for...?? Y-you aren't going to erase my memories again are you...?!" He raised his voice, almost tempted to remove that hand from his shoulder and run-- it remained an option to him of course, but perhaps not yet.

He'd been isolated in his dorm for practically a week, and a part of him had wondered why no one went to check on him-- after a day or two he chalked it up to no one really missing or needing him after all.

Based solely on what he could gather when he finally left his room, this apparently wasn't the case.

Well, this was new. The Commander didn’t really recognize the voice. He just saw a stranger, someone he had never met before. He didn’t piece two and two together, that it stranger was the person he had thought was the Blond Commander before.

There was something horribly wrong with this stranger. Maybe it was the way her pulsed with power, maybe it was the tone of his voice. The animal instinct in the Commander said to stay away. This was not someone he could fight, but he was a soldier. He couldn’t just run away because he was scared. He would have to face this person eventually.

He didn’t recognize the face any more than he would his own. He had never seen it. There had been so reason for him to. So, though this face felt a little familiar, he didn’t know this Claus. The Commander pressed a hand to where his sword was hidden and approached.