( OPEN ) the devil takes care of his own

[poppycock]

Who: klaus, you! + a few closed starters
Where: mansion + grounds
When: july fifth
Rating: will warn if necessary!
Summary: klaus is in wonderhell and he's not super happy about it
The Story:

mansion + grounds.

[ klaus has settled, inasmuch as he intends to here. if nothing else, wonderland has been surprisingly accommodating. he has a room quite fitted to his taste, one of those handy and interesting closets for anything else he might need (save a few particular objects, as he's been told and proved for himself), and all the booze one could possibly hope for.

he believes it's time to find out more about his new prison. klaus stops only shortly in front of the mirrors in the hallways, wondering about their dangers. the library holds some significant attention of his, since it is the wonderland's supposed trove of information. it's certainly a curious place and one that astonishes even him in its breadth. though he does not linger to read, he does pull a few of his favorites (the art of war, hamlet...) and a few oddities off the shelf to browse. hamlet in particular seems to strike a chord in him; he tempers the grief on his face before putting it back.

later, he'll stop in one of those quaint tea rooms for lunch. a perfect opportunity to sit back, watch the residents come and go, and learn something about them from afar. of course, he's brought the hefty tome history of the peloponnesian war for a cover for his creeping some light reading.

the vendors also hold a particular interest to him. while he browses, he does not dare buy. not even when his eyes catch sight of a wooden horse, a small trinket about the size of his palm. it sits quite harmlessly at one of the tables and klaus stares at it with rounded eyes, still and stricken for a long moment.

eventually, he ends up at the bar because he could certainly use a drink after his day of exploration. he'll sit on a stool and order a whisky - only the best. ]

feel free to begin a starter literally anywhere in the mansion or on the grounds if none of these work for you and you still wanna tag! klaus will see it all. he will literally be in the boiler room to check it out. i cannot stress his paranoia-induced thoroughness enough. feel free to pm this journal or send me a plurk @ provenance if you have a question or are unsure about anything!

Comments

[walkingheroin]

[It's hard to tell if he simply doesn't care that he's agitating the man, or if he simply hasn't noticed.]

But which part? The murder, the betrayal, or perhaps a bit of both?

[poppycock]

Don't forget the insanity, paranoia, and vengeance. [ two can play this game ok ok

though maybe klaus' vibes are more subtly "back tf off buddy, i got all that and more"

he takes an ambling step or two closer. ] And what are you reading? [ he gestures to the shelf next to his new companion. ]

[walkingheroin]

It sounds like you must live an exciting life, indeed.

[He actually seems genuinely intrigued by that, as if he's almost jealous, at least in part.]

I haven't quite decided yet. [He turns back to the shelves, his eyes skating along the spines.] I was hoping that perhaps there would be something pertaining to our little predicament here, perhaps even a blueprint or something useful, but it appears I may have to settle on exploring texts from worlds other than mine.

[poppycock]

[ klaus has little to say in the face of the man's interest; he'd rather preserve his air of mystery. the comment merely earns a lift of klaus' brows and that continuing, particular gleam of a threat. ] I suppose a map with an 'x' marking the spot "the way out is here" would be too much to ask.

[walkingheroin]

That does seem to be the case. If only things were so easy, hm?

[If he notices that Klaus is exuding a threatening stance or verbality, he casually ignored it.]