Klavier Gavin (
glimmerous_fop) wrote2012-02-06 10:33 am
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[When the feed cuts on there are a few things so incredibly obvious about the scene that anyone familiar with Klavier would know instantly that this was not typical:
A. He has no idea he's being recorded...well this is pretty normal...but his enduring lack of awareness is not.
B. He is in his office and he seems to be working diligently. When has he ever been shown in his office working harder than he plays?
C. Judging by the mountain of paper work and his unkempt, unpolished, devil-may-care appearance he appears to have been here for a while.
And
D. The look on his face suggests he's in a very bad mood on this very fine day.
Which doesn't help when his secretary comes in to check his pulse, thus disturbing the furious flow of his work. And the community is treated to the following interaction:]
What are you doing?
I wanted to make sure you were alive...you've holed yourself up and you haven't come out for hours. Aren't you hungry? Tired?
I'm neither, now leave me, I'm busy.
Clearly something is bothering you, you're more dedicated to your paper work than normal. Won't you trust me and tell me what it is?
I've learned a valuable lesson about naiveté and trust and that it's okay to trust people up till and except when evidence to the contrary proves you're mistaken. Then you're just being gullible.
Anything I can help with?
No, please leave.
But I'm really concerned about you.
I don't need you to be, now leave me alone.
But Mr. Gavin-
[The usually tolerant Klavier brings his fist down hard against the table he's working at sending some papers and a few unstable items flying off while startling his secretary. For a moment his expression is a bit unhinged and vaguely reminiscent of another Gavin.]
Oh!
I said get out!
Yes...you're right...I apologize...
[And soon enough Klavier is alone again in his office and though he seems calm his mood hasn't changed.]
Damn...
[ooc: Normal text is Klavier, italics belong to his secretary.]
A. He has no idea he's being recorded...well this is pretty normal...but his enduring lack of awareness is not.
B. He is in his office and he seems to be working diligently. When has he ever been shown in his office working harder than he plays?
C. Judging by the mountain of paper work and his unkempt, unpolished, devil-may-care appearance he appears to have been here for a while.
And
D. The look on his face suggests he's in a very bad mood on this very fine day.
Which doesn't help when his secretary comes in to check his pulse, thus disturbing the furious flow of his work. And the community is treated to the following interaction:]
What are you doing?
I wanted to make sure you were alive...you've holed yourself up and you haven't come out for hours. Aren't you hungry? Tired?
I'm neither, now leave me, I'm busy.
Clearly something is bothering you, you're more dedicated to your paper work than normal. Won't you trust me and tell me what it is?
I've learned a valuable lesson about naiveté and trust and that it's okay to trust people up till and except when evidence to the contrary proves you're mistaken. Then you're just being gullible.
Anything I can help with?
No, please leave.
But I'm really concerned about you.
I don't need you to be, now leave me alone.
But Mr. Gavin-
[The usually tolerant Klavier brings his fist down hard against the table he's working at sending some papers and a few unstable items flying off while startling his secretary. For a moment his expression is a bit unhinged and vaguely reminiscent of another Gavin.]
Oh!
I said get out!
Yes...you're right...I apologize...
[And soon enough Klavier is alone again in his office and though he seems calm his mood hasn't changed.]
Damn...
[ooc: Normal text is Klavier, italics belong to his secretary.]
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I figure you're gonna feel like an ass when you find out you overestimated his stability and he gets hurt. I expect better outtah you, no matter who else sends him into a crying fit.
You get a trophy round with him, then you get to drop him and his baggage sayin' it's my fault. He gets pissed at me and throws a fit.
Yer just the Nice Guy victim caught up in it all. Image clear.
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I know what I'm doing.
And I'm not doing that.
And that's just silly.
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Then he goes near blank, from confusion to something that would still be classified as a failure to comprehend something. He's not even sure what he's saying.] No.
No. [He nods, as if it makes more sense to say it again.]
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Either way he's having trouble sticking to his convictions which is hard to do around Greed anyway.] Never mind...I'm still tired so forget what I said and don't fret your pretty head over it.
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[The grip tightens to a degree that's probably painful before giving him a shove back again.] Fine!
Blame me to him all you want! It's my fault for not bein' able to stop you! And stop talkin' to me, too! That's fine! But! [A breath, a cocky tilt of the head and a smarmy, toothy grin that is decidedly more vicious than confident.] When yer lettin' me be the source of yer two's problems, just ask him how much good it'll do. Ignore me all you want. I'll keep coming for you. He's fun, but yer important! Even if he's a shitty monk, I can break even a monk's patience! He didn't stand a chance, so a guy like you's screwed! I'll set you up with everyone you set eyes on! I'll make sure you drain everything there is to get out of anyone you want! Over and over and over and over! I don't mind things being one-sided at all!
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Go ahead 'n just keep tellin' him never to take me seriously! Join that hack-sawing bitch and tell the world I'm some kinda liar! Screw anything no one says out loud, forget about bein' a man as soon as it's inconvenient! Put on a face like a girl who gives a shit, all cute 'n reliable! Every stripper's got an angle! Pull out the love card as soon as yer in a tight spot, like you don't know the difference between the two things better 'n anyone! [He'll be making his way out again; it might be considerably more dangerous to try to stop him, given he's in the middle of a wildly gesticulated rant.] Go on 'n fuck with me, that's the kinda shit we do! I'll watch it all! It's all mine, it's never been about balance! If you're the only one I'm losing to, I'm doing great!
[He's quite capable of ranting himself all the way out of the building as if he has an attentive audience.]
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