[Klaus has zero doubts about his amazing fashion sense, and swans into the speakeasy wearing his usual side-lace leather pants, a pair of colourful sandals and a cute crop top under his usual sleeveless army jacket. Looking. Good.
She's pretty easy to spot, because yep, she's tall and has really beautiful hair. Walking over, he leans against the bar beside her, raising a brow.]
Hey, whatever you have to say about it, you can't deny that it's amazing, right?
[A beat, and a shrug.]
I'd buy you a drink but apparently money isn't a thing.
It is unforgettable. [ as someone who has worn a sequined jacket with a patterned bodysuit on national television, is this really the topic she should be judgmental about?
she grins. ] It's the thought that counts, right? We'll pretend you bought me a drink.
So how are you settling in, other than the things that are obviously terrible about being here?
[He gives her a little wink at that, and after a moment, he settles in beside her on the next stool over. Debates whether he's going to drink or not, decides that maybe he will, and then reconsiders.]
Excellent attitude. I think we might just get along after all.
[A laugh, at that, and he shrugs.]
Man, I was in a war and the apocalypse and came straight from there to here so...you know, about as good as it gets.
[ she laughs. ] We had a war at home too, but I wasn't invited and a teenager killed me on national television instead. [ bitter??? who would be bitter??? ]
But I'm not dead here, so I try to be optimist. Well - dead at this moment. I was dead before and things aren't looking great in the long-term, but right now I'm great.
[He's about to quip back that he wishes he hadn't been invited, but then he realizes that would mean he never met Dave, and...well. Instead, he waves a hand.]
I wasn't invited either but that doesn't mean I didn't crash the party.
[A little grin, and then it fades as she mentions that she was killed and for now she's good because she's not dead. For a moment, he looks at her, brows furrowed a little, and then he reaches out and presses a finger against her elbow. Solid.]
Wait, so you were dead where you come from but you're not dead here? Coming here what...brought you back?
[ she nods in agreement, and then hesitates with a slight shake of her head. ] Yes - maybe. I'm not really sure. Between home and here there was another place and I think it was real but no one else who has ever been there remembers it. Just me.
[ yes, it's all clear as mud now. ]
I am dead at home, and I've died here but they brought me back. It's like my own personal purgatory.
[He's still looking at her with that curious look, with his expression weirdly serious after how flippant and kind of ridiculous he's been so far.]
No, not really. I see dead people all the time, here, back home, ghosts you know? But usually I can't touch them, they just go through me, pffft. [He makes a vague gesture with one hand.] And you can see what killed them. And man, they never stop whining about it.
[ at home she wouldn't have believed anyone who said they say ghosts, but she's seen a lot since then and he seems so honest about it. seeing ghosts is hardly the strangest thing anyone in Hadriel can do.
Cashmere laughs. ]
I can't blame them. Dying is terrible.
[ she considers him a moment. ] You see them here? Who do you see? People who died here? People from our worlds? [ she sounds hopeful, asking around her question instead of asking him what she really wants to know - has her brother's spirit followed her all the way here? ]
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at least tell me ur a good conversationlist
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sure whatever. speakeasy?
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Speakeasy. See you in a few. I'm the tall one with the beautiful hair.
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be there soon. ill be the tall 1 with amazing fashion sense.
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Hmm - we might not be on the same page about your fashion sense.
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She's pretty easy to spot, because yep, she's tall and has really beautiful hair. Walking over, he leans against the bar beside her, raising a brow.]
Hey, whatever you have to say about it, you can't deny that it's amazing, right?
[A beat, and a shrug.]
I'd buy you a drink but apparently money isn't a thing.
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she grins. ] It's the thought that counts, right? We'll pretend you bought me a drink.
So how are you settling in, other than the things that are obviously terrible about being here?
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Excellent attitude. I think we might just get along after all.
[A laugh, at that, and he shrugs.]
Man, I was in a war and the apocalypse and came straight from there to here so...you know, about as good as it gets.
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But I'm not dead here, so I try to be optimist. Well - dead at this moment. I was dead before and things aren't looking great in the long-term, but right now I'm great.
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I wasn't invited either but that doesn't mean I didn't crash the party.
[A little grin, and then it fades as she mentions that she was killed and for now she's good because she's not dead. For a moment, he looks at her, brows furrowed a little, and then he reaches out and presses a finger against her elbow. Solid.]
Wait, so you were dead where you come from but you're not dead here? Coming here what...brought you back?
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[ yes, it's all clear as mud now. ]
I am dead at home, and I've died here but they brought me back. It's like my own personal purgatory.
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Yeah? I mean, I believe you. I just...I'm used to 'dead' being pretty much permanent.
[All he can think of for a moment or two is Dave, the idea of Dave coming back from the dead somehow.]
Like, dead people are around but not like you.
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[ her brow furrows at his explanation. ] Like uh - [ what's the word? ] Zombies?
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[He's still looking at her with that curious look, with his expression weirdly serious after how flippant and kind of ridiculous he's been so far.]
No, not really. I see dead people all the time, here, back home, ghosts you know? But usually I can't touch them, they just go through me, pffft. [He makes a vague gesture with one hand.] And you can see what killed them. And man, they never stop whining about it.
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Cashmere laughs. ]
I can't blame them. Dying is terrible.
[ she considers him a moment. ] You see them here? Who do you see? People who died here? People from our worlds? [ she sounds hopeful, asking around her question instead of asking him what she really wants to know - has her brother's spirit followed her all the way here? ]