New at Ruby City

[pfauenrad]

... Herr Mun.

Pardon me for saying so, but you are the one who raced to get my app in under the wire, are you not?

And now you dig in your heels against the introductory post in a place I never asked to be? Are you just wasting my time here? Because I feel I should inform you, Herr Mun, I do not have the time to waste--nor the patience for wasting.

Achtung! The only good thing that could come of all this is a reunion with my brother.

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[wright_idea]

No offense, but I for one don't mind delaying REALLY awkward conversations about my future.

[pfauenrad]

Ah. Herr Wright.

It is unfortunate, but you have no one but yourself to blame.

Still, I do think I like you better like this. No matter what my brother may say.

[Was that a shot at your hygiene? Maybe.]

[wright_idea]

Oh for -- can we put off the potshots about the supposed bathing issues my future self has until the actual GAME? Criminy, it's going to be bad enough dealing with it when I DON'T have all the information already.

[missleadingquestions]

My mun says that if your mun doesn't hurry up, he's not going to let you or Godot talk to me if I get there!

[fairbrook]

[Wonderful, like they needed any more Germans in this place.]

Like you expected to have a choice in the matter?

[Cheery, Sir. Have a very tall, very proud British woman, Klavier.]

[pfauenrad]

As you wish.

[That was easy.]

In that case, I'll level with you--I've heard a few stories about the characters occupying that place, and I'm not entirely sure I care to be joining you in said game.

Nothing personal, but the joys of your... chronologically confused company pale a little when weighed against the threat of superpowered extraplanar deities or whatever it is that's going on there.

[pfauenrad]

Nein.

My gripe is not with the act but with its delay.

Is that so unreasonable, Fraulein...?

[He's asking your name.]

[pfauenrad]

That's all very well to threaten, but Herr Godot is already in the game.

I don't believe your mun has very much he can do about it if our mun decides to tag with him.

[wright_idea]

[I think ANYBODY would be confused dealing with the past and the present all colliding like cars on a freeway, but I digress.]

Yeah, they're... a problem. Mind you, compared to some games, the city's a real cakewalk.

I guess I don't really mind you showing up that much. At least you'll dull the impact somewhat if your brother shows up. No offense.

[missleadingquestions]

He says he won't reply. I'm not sure if I believe him...

[...Thanks for the vote of confidence.]

Hey, you're the guitarist, right?

[pfauenrad]

None taken.

The possiblity of Kristoph's presence has been ghosted about here and there; I would like to see him, personally, but... well, it's out of my hands.

I was in a game prior to this that was just the opposite, though--and before that, the other end of the spectrum. No threat at all.

[pfauenrad]

Ah ha. You know of me?

It's true, I am a guitarist... but I am also a prosecutor. Neither one before the other--they are both equally correct. But part of a picture is not a whole picture, ja?

You, however, are the spirit medium... the fraulein who speaks with the dead.

[fairbrook]

I suppose not. [Though, why anyone would intentionally want to be in that place is beyond her.]

[She sighs.]

Sir Hellsing.

[missleadingquestions]

Oh, of course-- that's true! I guess I didn't hear ev--

Wait, you know who I am?

[pfauenrad]

[He never said he wanted to be there, just that it wasn't his gripe.]

Sir...?


... haha. I see, then. The fraulein Herr Hellsing.

Klavier Gavin, at your service.

[pfauenrad]

Your reputation precedes you.

I'm afraid I don't have your name, however.

Something with an M, I believe...?

[wright_idea]

I wouldn't be surprised if he does show up. People seem to enjoy making my life more complicated, completely disregarding the inevitable splash damage.

Honestly, this place is the first place I've been CONSISTENTLY stuck in. Most of the other places I've shown up in had the option to go back home if I felt like it.

[Which caused its OWN set of complications, mind.]

[missleadingquestions]

M-Maya. Maya Fey.

And yours, Mister...?

[pfauenrad]

I hate to be the one to tell you this, Herr Wright, but it's not all about you.

Some of us would benefit very much from Kristoph Gavin's presence.

Perhaps some of my other games would have ended less poorly if he had been there to affect the outcome.

[A pause, then:]

...but perhaps the ability to go home, even briefly, would have had the same effect.

[wright_idea]

[Or they would have crashed and burned even MORE significantly based on my past experiences with the guy. If he's still thinking like that, I think I'll spare him the heartache though. For now.]

Yeah, doesn't work for everybody. Not like I didn't get stuck in things TEMPORARILY on occasion either. Remind me to bitch properly about my mun's occasional dalliance into outright sadism.

[pfauenrad]

Klavier. Klavier Gavin.

[missleadingquestions]

Mister Gavin! It's nice to meet you!

[pfauenrad]

[You're too kind.]

Tch! After that horror house my mundane dragged me throygh, you can spare me the gory details. I have enough stories.

[wright_idea]

Yeah, you definitely build up the stories. Especially over seven years.

...Jeez, has it really been that long since I showed up here? Time flies.

[pfauenrad]

Ah! The pleasure's all mine, fraulein Fey.

[Pleasantly alliterative, actually.]

So tell me, are you coming to join our little rock opera in Ruby City?

You said as much earlier, I believe, but the topic got a bit lost, ja?

[missleadingquestions]

Rock Opera? Wait, you're putting on a show in the city?

[This is the first she's heard of that. C'mon, Maya, it's a figure of... really musical speech.]

Um, maybe! Mun says he wants to. And he's even working on something for it! I was a little worried, but Nick is there!

[pfauenrad]

Seven years, you say...?

[That is quite a coincidental length of time.]

I don't envy you, Herr Wright--but then, I suppose I never did.

[pfauenrad]

Ah--no, but now that you mention it, perhaps I should!

[No, Klavier. Just. No.]

Well, I look forward to seeing you there...

...even if we have to do this introductory dance all over again.

[Bitter much?]

[wright_idea]

[Yeah yeah yeah, yuck it up Sir Fancy-Pants. Not like it's the FIRST time I've heard jokes like that.]

A very long seven years, yes.

[missleadingquestions]

You're not saying you'd hate meeting me again, are you? That's a bad impression on a girl!

[She's teasing, but as always, she has that devious grin...]

[pfauenrad]

--nein.

But I am not sure how many times I can afford to be distracted by your charming face... what if I were to lose my words the next time? Achtung! And you wouldn't even remember my noble efforts this time around!

[He's grinning back--sorry, Maya, he dishes back.]

[pfauenrad]

... on that note.

[Suddenly, serious.]

Herr Wright, I should very much like to work with you in the coming days... not against you. I would like to think our respective chronologies might help with that.

[A pause, thoughtful. Then:]

I know it is out of your hands--as the timing of my arrival is out of mine, but...

...if you do see my brother, I hope you will be able to conduct yourself professionally in his presence. I don't want to be put in a difficult position.

Verstehen Sie mich?

[missleadingquestions]

[...Okay, he got her there.]

Oh, I mean-- [For a second, anyway.]

You probably say that to everyone, right? You're a rockstar!

Unless you promise you will say hello next time.

[wright_idea]

[Sure, what the hell. If my older self could fake it for seven years, I don't see why I can't.]

Don't worry, I'm fairly certain when we meet, I won't even be aware there's anything going on between the two of us to begin with. As long as he reacts reasonably, I'll react reasonably.

[...why did I suddenly just get a massive chill down my spine when I said that?]

A German usage I am slightly BSing my way through: the Klavier mun story

[pfauenrad]

[You can have all the chills you want, Phoenix.

Klavier, however, is genuinely delighted--and relieved--to hear that.]

Großartig!

Thank you. Hopefully we can one day make beautiful music together... and not a discordant harmony.

I'd apologize, but I'm really not sorry.

[bostonbasher]

[Whoa.

He is HOT. Holy shit.

She swaggers over, chest poked out and hands on her hips.]

'Ey, baby, havin' a lil' trouble wit ya mun? Because I would totally bash his head in for ya. Yanno, as a favor, outta the goodness o' my heart, since I usually charge for that kinda thing an' all. It's kinda what I do.