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[incomplete] Klan Klein, Michel Blanc

Dec 02, 2008 18:03

Who: Klan Klein (lolied), Michel Blanc (shooting_blanc)
When: Right around now
Where: Foot of the clocktower
Rating: We'll go with PG for now.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, Michel perving on a loli, a loli perving on Michel
Summary: Klan just arrived. She has no bleeding clue what's up. But she figures it's probably Michel's fault. He comes to pick her up, and ( Read more... )

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shooting_blanc December 2 2008, 23:43:24 UTC

With his rifle slung over one shoulder, and the bullpup in his hand, Michel came jogging up to the clock tower, his mind a flurry of confusion. There was so much to explain, mostly about this city... this strange place that had brought them together again. But what he knew of his future that she didn't- that would be a problem.

Klan didn't deserve to be here, he knew that much. She'd suffer enough when she got back but... at least for now, he could afford her a small measure of peace.

For that matter, she didn't remember when she- Michel stumbled to a stop just short of her, his face burning.

"Klan..."

lolied December 3 2008, 00:03:47 UTC

Something was wrong.

Well, okay... a lot of things were wrong, and Klan had no doubt that Michel's eventual explanation would do little to alleviate the 'wrongness' of them, but...

Something more was wrong.

Red in the face, off-balance... this wasn't Michel. She knew he had pride to spare, and a lot of it was nonsense, but... if there was one point they could agree on (even if she would never vocalize her agreement), it was that he was a smooth operator. Never flustered, never thrown off his stride, never missing an opportunity for a wink and a pickup line. What could cause this...

...not that he'd tell her. If asked directly, she had no doubt that he'd simply pass it off at being left breathless by her presence, or some other form-response that struck a bit too close to her heart for comfort.

She responded in kind, and more delicately than was her own par: "...Michel..."

shooting_blanc December 3 2008, 01:07:28 UTC

Michel put his facade back on almost instantly. He knew that tiny slip had given him away- It seems she had done quite the job of working her way beneath his armor in the access tunnels back then.

It was months ago for him but for her... it hadn't even happened yet.

"Let's get walking. Night will be coming soon, and it's dark enough down here in the day. What would you like me to cover first- where we are, why we're here, or why I know things that haven't happened to you yet on Frontier?"

He turned and beconed for her to follow back the way he came, giving her his playboy's smile over his shoulder. She'd have enough questions about her arrival in Purgatorium to keep her off the subject of what had him so bothered.

With his back to her, the frown that crossed his face for a moment was invisible to Klan. How to tell her about what she had done in the tunnels... and he in the macronization chamber... That would take a while.

lolied December 3 2008, 01:24:38 UTC

...maybe she'd just been reading too far into things. After all... what would ever throw Michel off like that? He was... he seemed fine.

...that reasoning was far too feeble to stamp out the niggling doubt in the back of her mind, that there was something important that he hadn't told her. Something beyond the information he was volunteering. But... it could wait. She didn't want to try and force it out of him.

"...the answer to the last one isn't as simple as 'you're messing with me' or 'I hit my head hard enough to cause memory loss', I'm guessing. Let's start with that."

...that smile. She hated it. She loved it, but she hated it. Every time it was turned on her, it was in jest... and every time it was used in earnest, she had to fight with all her strength to keep her reaction at a simple grinding of the teeth.

He wouldn't ever realize. Of that, she was sure.

shooting_blanc December 3 2008, 21:49:28 UTC

"It would be nice if I was just joking around... about this whole thing- but I'm not. This city pulls it's victims from seemingly arbitrary points in their lives- and it seems to exist outside normal time. two people could know each other from their own world- but one might have lived out years that the other person hasn't experienced yet- but would have been there as far as the first recalls ( ... )