Savo

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Hey look, I found Robin's sister.

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And now with that out of the way, Klaus can proceed to get on Xinhua's bad side without realizing wth is going on.

Also, since I recalled mistress is the feminine version of master, I decided to make a minor change to one of my other posts involving lady... the one involving what Xinhua hears anyways.

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Klaus Knuez

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_{@TheHangedMan@HylianRose}

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"... hm?"

Before the much shorter girl could introduce herself, another feminine voice perked up behind the young butler, announcing themselves to the duo. Klaus seemed to garner a face of surprise, a small frown with slightly wider eyes than in general. Letting both his arms fall to the side, hie frown was quickly replaced with an affable smile as he nodded to the redhead. "Ah, pardon me Mistress," he whispered to the girl and pivoted round.

... only to see a lovely amazon of a lady. And he was under the belief that he was a giant. Regardless, a quick glance at her told him a couple of things. One, there was a reason the roof was much higher than usual, and second her height without those... stilts? Sandals of some sort? What was she exactly wearing?

As he peered down at the woman's legs, trying to discern what she had on her feet, he came to the realization that he didn't properly introduce himself. My, my, maybe this school was already taking precedent over his years of training.

Perishing the frightening though, Klaus quickly whisked his head up too look straight into the woman's eyes. Still brandishing a professional smile, he proceeded to place one arm across his chest and another square on his back. The butler then commenced the same actions he performed before for the girl with the freckles, bowing down to the woman for a few seconds before ascending back up.

"Ah, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mistress Nulong," he kept his composure, his eyes still peeled on the larger lady. "I am Klaus Knuez, I shall duly commit your preference to memory Mistress Nulong, hm." Once more, Klaus let both of his arms drooped to his side, giving a quaint nod to the much taller woman before turning back to the shorter woman who hadn't spoken up yet. Whether it was the fact that she was reeling in shock, or too shy to say anything, the butler wasn't exactly sure.

... regardless.

"Hm, pardon me Mistress, but I hope you don't mind if we continue the introductions along with organizing our clothing and miscellaneous items," he spoke up to the red haired lady, nodding to her in an apologetic manner before quickly addressing his own luggage, via pivoting around to the trolley. The first thing he grasped at was the sealed case that hit him in the gut earlier.

Folding the clips up, he popped it open, and quickly eyed the simple silver platter that lie in wait. While it did appear to be a look of admiration, it was more along the lines of a ridiculously thorough inspection. His gloved fingers ran across the surface, making sure no dust or scratch had permeated the surface of it before picking it up and deftly flipping it over and setting it back into the case in a dainty matter. He there then began completed the same procedures as before, ending it with another simple flip... and another inspection.

This carried on for a bit, before Klaus stood back, smiling victoriously over the minute inspection.

Prostrating the heavy piece of metal across his hands, Klaus then proceeded to raise it up with the tips of his fingers. Quickly turning around, he looked over both ladies before calmly huffing in a complacent matter.

"Ah, regarding the beds Mistress and Mistress Nulong, I shall dedicate myself to the one neither of you choose," he spoke up to the two, pleasantly smiling as he patiently awaited their choice. If either of them offered him to go first, he would just shake his head, quietly saying that they should make their choice first.

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Once both women decided on which bed to occupy, Klaus would give the duo a short bow before approaching the bed neither of them claimed. Slowly, but calmly, the boy bent over the side of his bed, setting his platter down onto the middle of the mattress. Shifting away, he went to obtain another piece of luggage... which when opened, contained identical sets of clothing, this one with multiple dinner jackets.

His keen eye constantly scanned over each piece of clothing, giving the same inspection as he did with the bare platter. Any unwarranted creases, misfolded collars, inside out pockets, nothing seemed to escape his eye as he made sure that none of them were improperly prepared for the day.

After all, he didn't want to appear as a complete slob, even after that embarrassing event from earlier.

Regardless, he found most of the coats untarnished, dissuading any of his former worries before moving onto the rest of his cases, each one consisting of having the same item inside them arranged in a uniform manner, ranging from socks to gloves to shirt to pant... you get the point. The boy then proceeded with the same contrived inspection, looking over each item and analyzing them.

Of course, during one of these inspections, the young butler raised his head, looking over at both of his two roommates.

"Ah, Mistresses," he quietly spoke up, looking over at both of them as he set down a hanger. "Pardon my intrusion, but I could handle the rest of your clothes if you instruct me on how to handle them; specifics and organization. In that sense, both of you could head to the general dining area and feast; a pleasant idea, hm?"

The boy idly smiled at the two, awaiting any sort of answer from either of the girls.

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@Savo

Hm

Gonna at least need to know what Perri is doing, since that would sort of determine what Lisette is doing at the moment.

@Rune_Alchemist

Alright then. I'm going to work on a post for another rp we're in before getting something down here since I promised to get a post down around today to tomorrow... so yeah, expect something after Klaus.

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@Jay Kalton Hilda seems to be having a great day so far.

Also, who do I blame for this all - the playboy or the death knight?

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^{@Surtr@OppositionJ@Darquesse
Thompson Lumber Mill Inc.}

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Well, this was just great... seriously good grief.

In the span of a couple of minutes, a lot of shit just transpired... and Derick, well... he was kind of an observer for the most part, recounting everything that lead up to everyone's only way in getting fucked over by this shining pinnacle of education who just called them losers...

Back from the beginning of his arrival, he supposed...

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The boy looked up at the girl, casually lounging about on the windowsill, his eyes alternating between drooping and blinking every few seconds. He almost yawned something out as the girl welcomed the congregating group of misfits to "the second party." Derick slowly twisted and turned his head around and shrugged. Honestly, if this was the second party, then it kind of made sense why these two (and a lot of others) wanted to get in...

... or, at least he had a good idea since he had gone to parties like this before.

Extending and arm up to stretch, he grunted a bit, pursing his lips as he grunted a bit. Feeling less tense, he gave the girl in the window a slight wave and a very noticeable nod, to the point where it almost seemed like he was bowing from her angle.

Suddenly, he let his hand droop back to the side, no rhyme or rhythm to it. Honestly though, he would be lying to himself a bit further if he didn't admit there was something at the party that they might have... something these two managed to coerce him with.

Booze.

Not weakass martini's... no, real hard shit like Barcadi, Amasterdam, all that jazz.

Forcibly breaking himself from his trance, he blinked a bit, bringing him back to the reality that was him, standing in the midst with a randie on the window and Jordan... and some other people who popped out of the woodwork's. Derick slowly sighed, looking over at the duo.

Honestly, yeah, he could understand why Jordan was acting up... waltzing up like they owned the place without batting an eye for other people... and these thoughts were coming from him out of all people... it was kinda... freaky.

Regardless, Derick just gave the butt-buddies a passive aggressive glare with a squint and rather pronounced frown to top it off. The red head even went as far as to furrow his brows at the duo before flinching at the sudden sound emanating from the roof.

As far as he knew, he took note that Kim was doing... god knows what, trying to break into the party like a thief using the roof to try and break in to some museum that held an extraordinary gem... but that was besides the point.

Derick stared up a bit, steadily breaking away from that irritated visage he had displayed earlier. While he did appear to have little to no concern for his friend, his heart skipped a beat when he heard that tangible amount of noise. "Kim," he quizzically murmured, his voice sounding anxious as he lurched a bit towards the ladder.

Of course, this was followed by Jordan distressingly announcing to him that that something might of happened... with that nickname. Honestly, if anyone else but them called him that, he would seriously consider thwacking them on the head with his walking stick. Only these two were cool with him for calling him Rick...

Regardless...

Derick blankly looked over to Jordan who looked as if she was pleading to a judge over innocence. In response, he closed his eyes and nodded, understanding what she meant and showing that he empathized with her on that aspect. Along with that, he jutted his chin towards the roof, displaying that he did have an idea of this whole insane... scheme they were plotting out.

Then there was the apology.

"... try not to do it when y'all drag me 'round again," he quipped back, forcing a chuckle for what could be counted in seconds on one hand before returning his attention to the roof...

... and he nodded.

From what he knew, Jordan just... kind of hated heights... but him? Well, he had his own issues, but it was a hell of a gamble for him... and he preferred not going to the hospital for breaking his arm after falling off the ladder or roof.

But still...

...hmm...

Just before he could think any further on the subject, one of the other randies offered to ensure that Kim was safe... after making a small quip at Derick, which caused him to just roll his eyes. Just because he had a walking stick didn't mean he had to be compared to a fictional character, but eh, whatev's.

At this randies beck and call, Derick shrugged and decided to assist him, nonchalantly walking over to ladder at a somewhat slow pace. Propping his walking stick at a certain angle that could hold him up just in case, Derick latched onto the ladder, looking up at the man as he continually made his way up onto the rooftops. Once the redhead was certain he was up there, he trudged forward a bit and bent the angle of his stick upwards.

Eventually, he readjusted himself before slowly backing away. Despite this all, Derick was still honestly debating on whether or not to go up there... but while he was debating, he heard the randie (he really needed to get the dude's name or something) shouted out something about shroom's and other crap...

That only elicited an eyebrow raise from Derick.

That was... peculiar.

"Uh, I'm pretty friggin' sure she was clean before comin' here," he blandly spoke up, ruffling the back of his red hair. Honestly, at this point he was about to say fuck it and climb up the ladder to try and figure out why she was screaming. He tilted his head, musing on if she got an injury or something and just frowned.

Pressing one hand to his chin, he began to rub it while grinding his teeth just a bit before taking a few steps towards the ladder.

Of course, any attempt at seeing what the hell was going on was just about too late.

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... and that's where he came in now.

The too late portion had kicked in when the epitome of this universities education came strolling on in, insulting them on. Derick just shook his head, sighing as he rubbed his temple with the palm of his hand. "That's ironic," he calmly spoke to himself, his voice reduced to a low murmur that it would be impossible for anyone to probably notice.

Honestly, he really wanted to say he didn't give a shit about this all, but to be frank, he just didn't like this punks attitude. He might of not been one of the "cool kids" any more, but he could still smell the fact that this guy was a wannabe, a tool. Honestly, the whole fact that you tell the whole college you're having a part and alienate some people was just plain retarded.

... but with this guy in the way... hm.

"... shit," he muttered watching as the guy made quick work of the ladder. They were in a real rut right now, the boy shoved one hand as he pivoted around and walked back to Jordan.

His hands shifted around in his pockets, making a small jingling noise within as he retrieved his keys and began swinging them around. Suddenly, they made a small *tink* as they slammed against the cushion of his hand. He then held out both his walking stick and car keys to Jordan, leaning in to whisper to her.

"Get inside, grab Kim and the hardest bottle f'alcohol; I'll be out runnin' an 'errand' for a few minutes," he whispered to Jordan, waiting for he to grasp at the walking stick and take away the keys.

Once Jordan procured those two items, he stumbled around a bit, trying to maintain a sense of balance. In truth, it took him a few seconds, but it was somewhat difficult to pull off. To any other person, it would look like Derick was a drunk, stumbling around in the dark.

"Welp, time to hope my legs don't buckle under me now..."

Turning around, he faced the taunting muscle head, shoving both of his hands into his coat pocket, doing his best to look intimidating... the way he acted was a whole other story.

"Oh? I din't see any fuckin' list in your greasy hands over who has access to the party, also, what's the point of having most of the students know there's a party when more than half of them ain't even invited," Derick shouted out, sounding almost completely bored about this whole process.

"If anything, the only thing I see is some dumbass actin' as a scapegoat fer the 'cool kids,' and'n outlet for those y've denied entry," he wobbled a bit forward, putting up a false bravado as he forced out a smirk, shaking his head and acting like a smug jackass with false pity to coat it all. Snapping his fingers, he pointed a finger gun directly at the guy who could probably put him in intensive care with just a few looks.

"Plus, f'you were one of em' faggot, someone else would be in your position. Face it, you're no different than the 'losers' standing out here."

Derick let out a small huff, shifting his legs around, squinting as he waited for any signs of malicious movements towards him. He could probably outrun this guy... maybe.

Well, this was just great... seriously good grief.

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@TheHangedMan so when does Francisco try to hypnotize charm the pants off of Hilda - quite literally and metaphorically I mean :P

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@TheHangedMan since I'm going to try and get a post up for said rp tomorrow... between Wednesday and Thursday is my estimate currently.

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@Natsu Me?

Sorry for not posting. I'm doing a lot tbh. Despite being jobless. Lol.
I will try to post once I get some of my NaNo done. I went to a party this weekend and missed two days of writing which is... a lot of words to catch up on. RIP roze.

@HylianRose

That's actually me btw :P

Regardless, @TheHangedMan I'm not going to be posting for this rp until I get a post down for another rp I'm neglecting, so I'll have Klaus move along when I get it finished.

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@deathbringer Gotcha; I will say I'm not going to post for this rp until I get a post down for another rp I'm in since I've been neglecting it for a long while now. So don't expect anything until later in the week.