German Extravaganza

[peaceinvictory]

Who: Ludwig and Otto
When: October 13th, very late night
Where: Vargas mansion
What: Otto is worried about Feliciano, and gets a bit more in-your-face about it when his phone messages are not answered. Ludwig worries that his fiance is being stalked, and tension-filled meetings are had.

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[baer_jager]

After listening to the four messages on the answering machine for the second time, Ludwig had been standing perfectly still for almost ten minutes. Muscles tensed, body rigid, mind racing. It still wasn't clear to him who this 'Otto' was, or what he wanted with Feliciano. He'd gone over every conversation he'd had with Feliciano in the last week, searching for clues; something to tell him what was going on, and come up with nothing.

Ludwig had just pushed the 'delete' button on the answering machine when he heard the three loud knocks on the front door. He stiffened. That must be Otto.

Even if there had been any mirrors between him and the door, he probably wouldn't have noticed the look on his face. Like hewed stone, his features were set in an unshakable and unyielding blank mask gently embraced with just a touch of ice. Ludwig reached the door, pausing for a moment before slowly turning the handle. Whoever Otto was, he wasn't going to be getting a warm welcome.

[peaceinvictory]

Otto was decked out in his white cloak that had silver trim, a matching white tank top and black slacks under it, and a gold cross amulet hanging from his neck. His weapons were not visible as he stared at the revealed stone-hard face of Ludwig, his own lips pressed together and those normally soft blue eyes like flint.

"Hello. Is Feliciano home?"

[baer_jager]

Pretentious. That was Ludwig's first visual impression of Otto. That over-the-top white cloak made him look like he thought he was on some knight-in-shining-armor crusade. Like he was off to save a princess. Or Feliciano. Ludwig mentally cringed.

But who was he, to come here dressed like that, asking for Feliciano? There might have been a tiny hint of threat in his voice when he said, "Who's asking?"

[peaceinvictory]

Too serious, and thinking that he was scary. That was Otto's first impression of Ludwig. He had seen and undergone far worse in Somolia; this uptight, thieving man would never send a shiver of fear down his spine.

Otto narrowed his eyes a millimeter. "Otto Sieglinde. Far be it for me to correct your unspoken question, but I have known Feliciano far longer than you and I want to be sure he is alright."