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[The video opens on a somewhat peculiar scene, instead of showing Klavier's face or a good view of his surroundings it only shows the figure of a man from the waist down standing in a kitchen that has all of the appearance of disuse.
Now to anyone who is familiar with Klavier from the waist down, you might recognize him, then again you might not because he's not wearing the usual leather or the nicely pleated pants, trading up for jeans...not so unusual though. He also seems to be wearing the most bizarre button down shirt--black with little orange koi fish peppering it...now that is bizarre. Klavier is a huge fan of muted cool colors.
Still, nothing too out of the ordinary aside from the fact that his face still can't be seen, but as leggy, skirted lady approaches (also faceless) his voice can be heard.]
How do I look? [a dramatic spin in place, alright now we know we're dealing with Klavier]
Your own mother wouldn't recognize you. You look very mature...
Are you trying to tell me that I look old?
No, not at all...very devil-may-care...and you know...
No...no, I don't know. I haven't checked a mirror yet. I can see the shirt though...I hate the shirt...what exactly am I trying to say with this shirt? I'm the son of a fishmonger.
Well I'll admit they could have been choosier about your wardrobe...but I'd do you.
[A bark of laughter from Klavier]
Coming from you that makes me feel better...just a little bit.
[A pregnant pause]
Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Gavin? Or is is Konrad Gwayne now?
[A gagging noise comes from Klavier's direction]
I take it you don't care too much for the name either.
It's Konrad, Fräulein, how would you feel about it...
You're going to have to stop that too you know, randomly going German and you'll have to watch your mannerisms too, in public...are you still sure you think you can do this?
Well I'm not going to stop now, even if you look at me like that. You read the letter too and the author has already killed once before, so I'll make it work...[Clearly he's not keen on being challenged]...We're leaving now aren't we...? Ach...but what about Vongole and Viola?
They can't go with you, you've gone public with them so someone might recognize you. I'll take very good care of them.
And Greed?
I think the fish would be okay.
Then that means we're done here, let's get rolling...
[And on that mysterious note the feed ends.]
((ooc: Bold text denotes Klavier while plain text is his female companion.))
Now to anyone who is familiar with Klavier from the waist down, you might recognize him, then again you might not because he's not wearing the usual leather or the nicely pleated pants, trading up for jeans...not so unusual though. He also seems to be wearing the most bizarre button down shirt--black with little orange koi fish peppering it...now that is bizarre. Klavier is a huge fan of muted cool colors.
Still, nothing too out of the ordinary aside from the fact that his face still can't be seen, but as leggy, skirted lady approaches (also faceless) his voice can be heard.]
How do I look? [a dramatic spin in place, alright now we know we're dealing with Klavier]
Your own mother wouldn't recognize you. You look very mature...
Are you trying to tell me that I look old?
No, not at all...very devil-may-care...and you know...
No...no, I don't know. I haven't checked a mirror yet. I can see the shirt though...I hate the shirt...what exactly am I trying to say with this shirt? I'm the son of a fishmonger.
Well I'll admit they could have been choosier about your wardrobe...but I'd do you.
[A bark of laughter from Klavier]
Coming from you that makes me feel better...just a little bit.
[A pregnant pause]
Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Gavin? Or is is Konrad Gwayne now?
[A gagging noise comes from Klavier's direction]
I take it you don't care too much for the name either.
It's Konrad, Fräulein, how would you feel about it...
You're going to have to stop that too you know, randomly going German and you'll have to watch your mannerisms too, in public...are you still sure you think you can do this?
Well I'm not going to stop now, even if you look at me like that. You read the letter too and the author has already killed once before, so I'll make it work...[Clearly he's not keen on being challenged]...We're leaving now aren't we...? Ach...but what about Vongole and Viola?
They can't go with you, you've gone public with them so someone might recognize you. I'll take very good care of them.
And Greed?
I think the fish would be okay.
Then that means we're done here, let's get rolling...
[And on that mysterious note the feed ends.]
((ooc: Bold text denotes Klavier while plain text is his female companion.))
