[RL with Mewtwo, Ten; there's a fine line between love and hate (backdated to the 26th)]
Klaus stood in the snow, patiently awaiting the arrival of his challengers; he knew perfectly well what that Mewtwo was capable of, but that other man, he'd never spoken with before. He smirked; foolish creatures. They had no idea what it was they were dealing with.
"Shia," he said sharply, turning on his heel. The small demon sat in the snow, her crimson-stained skirts spread around her. A dead bird was in her hands, delicate white fingers slipping down the silk of its flight feathers.
"... how beautiful," Shia said softly, lifting her gaze to meet Klaus's. "So delicate, aren't they?"
"They are," Klaus said, "But put your pet away. It's time for a bit of business."
"Shia," he said sharply, turning on his heel. The small demon sat in the snow, her crimson-stained skirts spread around her. A dead bird was in her hands, delicate white fingers slipping down the silk of its flight feathers.
"... how beautiful," Shia said softly, lifting her gaze to meet Klaus's. "So delicate, aren't they?"
"They are," Klaus said, "But put your pet away. It's time for a bit of business."