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( catchall ) my moment has arrived
WHO: claude von riegan
WHERE: netherworld
WHEN: always
WHAT: catchall
WARNINGS: will update as it comes up
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WHERE: netherworld
WHEN: always
WHAT: catchall
WARNINGS: will update as it comes up
[ i'll be putting planned threads with claude here! feel free to hit me up on plurk (
or just tag in at will or request a thread here! ]
november š felix
Actually, it feels like life is suffering a lot lately. Claude shouldn't complain too much, given that at least he hadn't been imprisoned, stripped of his clothing and branded like cattle, but it's still pretty upsetting to be turned into a werewolf against his will, and instead of looking sexy shirtless like Taylor Lautner, he just.
Grows a Santa beard. ]
This is terrible.
[ He's not opposed to facial hair per se, but this is aging him way too much. Which is why, as he's shuffling back to his room, he feels embarrassed when he runs into Felix.
Maybe... he won't recognize him. ]
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then stopping dead in his tracks.
then running back the way he came.
finally coming to a standstill even with claude, brows knitted together in consternation.]
Claude. What are you... [he gestures vaguely to his own face, which is writ large with confusion] doing.
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Claude's a little embarrassed, though hopefully it's hard to tell with the sheer volume of beard on his face. He's meant to be the leader of a nation, a commander of armies and he's just out here like this. Unkempt and confused. Bested by the inability to keep his face clean shaven.
How mortifying. ]
Ah, Felix.
[ But it's fine, he'll play it off. If a bit awkwardly. ]
Do you think it... suits me?
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instead, felix just shakes his head slowly, at a total loss for words. when he finds them again, he only needs one.]
No.
[and after another moment of consideration:]
Shave immediately.
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Why is it so big. ]
Do you have a shaving razor?
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[he's pretty babyfaced in terms of facial hair, but what sparse hair does grow he makes short work of immediately. for reasons! but in any case, he gestures after himself, making his way to the basement.]
Did you run into a witch or something? It looks like you were cursed.
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He dutifully follows Felix. To the... basement? ]
Have you been to the library lately? There was some trouble there. It's actually more like a disease I suppose, since I got bit by something and infected.
[ No big deal, he just needs to be stabbed with silver to be cured. ]
Why are we going to the basement?
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[he would simply kill anything that tried to bite him?]
You know I live here, right? [SIGH? ok he doesn't often leave the basement but] I'm getting you a razor. You can stay here if you want.
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In any case, Claude lifts a brow, looking surprised. ]
I knew that you lived in the building, but not the basement. I assumed it was for storage or something similar. [ Now he's curious. Is it the same as all the other suites? ] I'm happy to go with you, unless you'd rather I stay out of your space.
[ He doesn't expect Felix to be buddy buddy with him after all. They were political figures on opposing ends of a war before arriving here. ]
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[he doesn't even look back this time, just continues tromping down the stairs.]
Sloppy fighting, if you let something get you. [this is smalltalk. felix has no particular qualms with claude, even if this one is weird and young. rather than buddy buddy, he simply treats him the same as everyone elseārudely.] Don't tell me you're another Sylvain and just stopped training when you arrived here.
[the basement isn't brightly lit, but not unpleasant or dark by any means. it's separated into several rooms, but it seems like only two of them are currently in use. felix, on reaching one of the doors, simply entersāit's not even locked at the moment.
the layout is.......... simple, to put it gently. there's a single bed, a dresser, a table and a chair. and that's it. the most personal touch is a blue blanket, but it's just as likely that was all they had available as opposed to him actively choosing the color.
felix pulls open a drawer of the dresser, rifles around for a momentāand withdraws a straight razor, folded safely.]
Here.
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It's hard to find a reason to keep going. ]
I don't have any weapons to train with.
[ He's unarmed and innocent, and needs someone big and strong to protect him.
He glances down at the razor when it's offered, teasing, ] You're not going to do it for me?
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[this is actually borderline helpful for felix, but it's clear where the drive is coming fromāhe just wants more people to spar with. it's nice to have hobbies.
he follows claude's glance, then jerks his head back up at the jest, frowning.]
Don't be stupid. Besides, aren't you supposed to be wary of me, or something?
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Though at the same time, Felix has never struck him as the sort for deception. It's flimsy logic given that this isn't even the same Felix he knew, and even the Duke Fraldarius was still enough of a stranger to him that he couldn't predict him with complete accuracy.
Not to mention that if Felix killed him, he likely wouldn't see any repercussions. ]
Are you saying I should be worried?
[ But what does it matter anyway? ]
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[since claude still hasn't taken the razor, he spins it his hand.]
Are you seriously saying you don't know how to shave?
[he seems extremely dubious of this, and of claude in general. is this a prank?? but what possible reason would he have to wanting felix to put a blade near his neck???]