Twenty: In Which Shit Gets Realer Than Ever [Locked to Ples and Hiccup]
[About mid-day Monday, Klaus puts out a phone call. It's filtered to a very specific person: the person he has been tasked with murdering. Ples Tibenoch.]
I would like to meet with you, preferably somewhere secluded. Makeout Point is likely deserted at the moment and would be ideal.
If you have been given a weapon, bring it.
[He hangs up without waiting for a response and makes his way out of the house. If he stops and pauses to think about this, he'll be forced to confront what Garviel has been saying all along: he's being a fool. His notion that this is a test, that something can be gained from playing along, is worthless in the face of the fact that he is doing nothing but harming someone he gave his direct oath to protect.
But he is Klaus Wulfenbach, and he cannot back down. So he waits at the appointed area, pistol tucked into his coat, for Ples to arrive. He was, of course, unable to tell Ples why he was so intent on meeting during their call -- it was part of the rules, after all -- but he felt confident the man would show up either way. Ples Tibenoch never misses an appointment and is never late. They had agreed on 3:00 PM being an acceptable time. It is 2:59.
Time is almost up.]
{ooc: Sorry for the post being so shut; I'm hoping my previous open post makes up for that, and I'll try to do another big open one after this event is over!}
I would like to meet with you, preferably somewhere secluded. Makeout Point is likely deserted at the moment and would be ideal.
If you have been given a weapon, bring it.
[He hangs up without waiting for a response and makes his way out of the house. If he stops and pauses to think about this, he'll be forced to confront what Garviel has been saying all along: he's being a fool. His notion that this is a test, that something can be gained from playing along, is worthless in the face of the fact that he is doing nothing but harming someone he gave his direct oath to protect.
But he is Klaus Wulfenbach, and he cannot back down. So he waits at the appointed area, pistol tucked into his coat, for Ples to arrive. He was, of course, unable to tell Ples why he was so intent on meeting during their call -- it was part of the rules, after all -- but he felt confident the man would show up either way. Ples Tibenoch never misses an appointment and is never late. They had agreed on 3:00 PM being an acceptable time. It is 2:59.
Time is almost up.]
{ooc: Sorry for the post being so shut; I'm hoping my previous open post makes up for that, and I'll try to do another big open one after this event is over!}