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Fourteen: In Which Klaus Does His Job

[It's funny. When Klaus likened running Europa to running a kindergarten, he hadn't actually had any experience in kindergarten-running.

Thanks to Mayfield, that has changed. Klaus has been the proud teacher of the Mayfield kindergarten class for quite some time now -- long enough, in fact, to have compiled several notebooks worth of notes on their behavior. As the majority, if not entirety, of his class is drones, he has decided that as there is nothing better to do, he may as well study the drone children in an attempt to better understand what long-term droning does the mind, specifically the developing mind.

Unfortunately, these notebooks are utterly devoid of documented incidents of his drone class interacting with Mayfield and its residents in a non-classroom setting.

So Klaus is taking some very excited drone kids on a field-trip to the Mayfield Fire Station. It's definitely not because he's actually rather fond of them and they sort of begged and he couldn't really say no I mean sure they're drones but they're still adorable tiny kids with big eyes and you don't know hard that is to RESIST, okay?

...Ahem.

You can find him (and his drone class):

A. Walking down the street on his way to the Fire Station (this is also a good opportunity to teach his gaggle about proper sidewalk and street-crossing etiquette), a group of kids ranging from ages three to six or so scampering behind him in a line like adorable soulless ducklings.

B. At the Fire Station, listening with veiled amusement as a drone fireman describes not a valiant fight to save someone's home, but a valiant fight to save someone's kitten that had gotten itself stuck in a tree. This is an intensely riveting story.

C. At the park because there is snow and they wanted to play in it before going home jeez don't look at him like that. Taking note of how they play is an intrinsic part of his research, okay?]

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[Oh, Dist loves his chair. It means that he doesn't have to be crippled by what Mayfield has done to him(other than, you know, making him look regal and distinguished). So, of course, he likes to flaunt it around town whenever he can.

...

At least until he spots a very familiar gaggle of children running around the park. After day one, for some reason the librarian had decided to send him to deal with the children every time they came in, which turned out to be far more than he wants them there.

So! He's just going to speed up and hope no one sees him until he's well on his way. Not even Klaus. :|]

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[Nope.avi, Dist. One of the older children, a girl with brown hair in perfectly-done pigtails, spots him and immediately alerts the other children. Playing in the snow and storytime? Today is best day!

So, have a huge gaggle of giggling children running after you, Dist! They trip! They don't care, they're kids and snow is fun to fall in! OH THE HORROR!

Klaus sort of just thinks this is hilarious. He's making notes. Feel free to hate him.]

[AAAAH nonono. Dist yelps and jerks his chair up into the air before they can swarm him, looking to Klaus... for help that won't come. Dammit Klaus you're lucky he doesn't have anything to throw.]

Keep them away from me!

Why? Their intent is perfectly benevolent. In fact, I would say that they like you.

[This grin? This is a shit-eating grin. You may be one of his oldest friends in Mayfield -- the very first person he met, in fact -- but you are not exempt from baronial teasing.

Meanwhile, the kids stand below the chair, looking imploringly up at Dist. They are oh-so-polite and well-mannered and adorable and just want a story~]

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Of course they do. Everyone should like me.

[Well... they are being much more manageable than they were when he first met them. He lowers his chair ever-so-slowly, cautiously, wary of wet children.]

[Well, considering that they've been playing in the snow, that majority of them are wet. And pink-cheeked and bright-eyed and adorable.]

[And soon they're all clamoring. Wat do, Dist?]

[Kjsjegvse. Dist sighs dramatically, then leans back in his chair.]

Fine! All of you sit down and I'll tell you a story. But you have to sit still or you won't hear the whole thing!

[The drone children immediately plonk themselves down in the snow, smiling brilliantly up at Dist! They are ever so excited to hear a wonderful story about how great America is and how happy everyone is in Mayfield!

Klaus is not trying to keep himself from laughing. Not at all.]

[Yeahhh... totally that kind of story. Dist shoots a glare at Klaus, but at the moment he has to come up with something to tell these kids. He leans back in his chair to think for a moment(and he would not have looked out of place with a bubble pipe either).

Well, write what you know, right?]

Have you ever heard of a place called Keterburg?

[Yes, well, when one looks at Baron Klaus Wulfenbach, they don't immediately think 'works well with small children'. In fact, they probably think more along the lines of 'keeps small children in jars and occasionally throws in a few eels to keep things interesting'.

Which just goes to show that you can't judge a jar by its label! As Ples approaches, the kids closer to him respond with either childlike curiosity or shyness as the case may be. One of the younger ones scuttles back to Klaus and hides behind his leg.]

Oh dear, I-I'm not interrupting anything am I? I'm just saying hello.

No, no. Nothing to interrupt. They merely wanted to play in the snow for a bit before heading back, and I saw it as a unique opportunity to document their playtime habits.

Children? This is Mr. Ples Tibenoch.

[The boys and girls peer at Ples curiously. If their teacher knows him, clearly he must be interesting and cool! Then one girl pipes up that her daddy works with him at the bank, and the rest of them give approving hums. Clearly this man is the epitome of 50s respectability, to work at the bank with their classmate's daddy!]

I-I never saw you as the children type, Klaus. Or... well, is this something for science again?

[Normally Aisling would be in school, but since she isn't very fond of it she likes to skip occasionally. Luckily she's aware of the "if you skip too much you'll get droned" rule by now, though. But she still doesn't want to be caught and brought back, so she's been wandering around Mayfield in a different form; particularly the park, which is her favourite haunt.

And she wasn't expecting this huge man with a big group of little kids to be here. So she'll just be watching them from a distance, curious.]

[Oh hey. One doesn't usually see white wolves in Mayfield. In fact, one doesn't usually see wildlife any more dangerous than the occasional hyperactive squirrel (and the cow tractors, but those are fairly benign). Thus, Klaus can probably deduct that either Mayfield is deciding to be a bag of dicks again, or this is a Conscious Resident. Who is a wolf.

Of course, the kidlets, being drones, still think of her as Aisling, and react to her as such when they spot her -- that is, playmate!]

[Aisling tilts her head inquisitively. A snowman? What's that? Well, it doesn't look like these kids are going to rat her out for not going to school, and Klaus doesn't seem like a drone. So she trots up to the group.]

[Klaus goes by how the drones react and doesn't allow himself to be alarmed by a white wolf just sauntering right into their midst. Which is unsurprising anyway, given that this is a man who fought (and beat) dinosaurs in his youth.

The drone kids, meanwhile, try and interest Aisling in their various games. Some excitedly try to get her to work on the rather lumpy snowman, some try and interest her in a game of freezetag, and some... are just playing in the snow because you don't even need a specific game for snow. Snow is just awesome.]

Do go on. They're merely a bit overexcited, but they mean well, I believe.

[And suddenly there isn't a wolf standing there, but a small girl who despite wearing only a sleeveless grey tunic and grey boots doesn't seem to be bothered by the cold at all. She looks over at the children with a somewhat dubious expression.]

Alright. I suppose I could do what they want for a little while...

[SUDDEN ADORABLE CHILD I mean hello, Aisling. He's never encountered a shape-shifter, but he's certainly heard of them, and will make a mental note to look you up later and have a nice discussion about it.]

Or you could try introducing them to something to which you are partial. I am quite interested as to the reaction they may have.

[Because if you come within ten feet of Klaus Wulfenbach, you unknowingly agree to be part of his experiments. For SCIENCE!]

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Well, I don't think they'd be good at climbing trees. I've tried. The girls never want to and the boys aren't as fast as me.

[Clearly she is disappoint in the lack of tree-climbing skills these drone children have. She continues to watch them, suddenly noticing their lumpy snowman.]

What are they making?

[Lex is sitting in the park, wanting to get away from the house as to entertain his own thoughts in peace and quiet... until the white haired man and the horde of drone children arrived. Lex was curious to find out why a normal human was leading the drones.]

Excuse me, Mr...

Baron Wulfenbach.

[It isn't said with any level of disdain, merely a sort of finality. Klaus would prefer to keep his title, even here, and it's a great way to discern the conscious from the drones -- the drones will insist that 'Baron' isn't his first name, silly, why would you think that!]

Ah. PArdon me then, Baron.

I am curious as to why you have so many drone children.

...What in the world?

[OH. WOW. SLEIPNIR SEES YOU THERE KLAUS. AND OH. WHAT A LOVELY ~~HORRIFYING~~ GAGGLE OF DRONE KIDS YOU HAVE THERE.]

[Sleipnir is just going to try and slink away before they see her.]

[NO SUCH LUCK! That red hair is a dead giveaway against the white snowy background, and Sleipnir is immediately spotted!]

O'Hara, do come here.

[He has a plan, you see. Sleipnir was always one of the best at taking care of the wee ones on the Castle. He has a feeling his drone class will like her immensely.]

[And she freezes when he calls her... but finally does shuffle over.

SHE SEES YOUR PLAN. AND SHE DOES NOT LIKE IT OH NO NOT AT ALL.]

[Garviel will walk by the also huge fellow on his way to work, his jaw jutting out with an expression of determination. He will briefly meet Klaus' eyes, and give him a polite nod of acknowledgment.]

[... Hello, huge fellow. Don't mind all of his drone kids looking at you with wonder! Granted, their teacher is himself quite large, but two very large men in one place? That's kind of. A lot of large men to be in one place.]

"Good morning." [Loken will say, his voice a bit gravelly this early in the morning on his way to a job as wait staff.]

And to you. I don't believe I have seen you around before. A new arrival, I suppose?

[The kids skip along, tuning out the conversation entirely. This is Mayfield, and everyone's always been here! Silly grownups.]

"That is correct."

[he looks to the children.]

"They are unaware of us, I assume?"

[Walking home from school and looking kind of forlorn because this school thing makes no sense man, school to him is beating the crap out of and running the hell away from dragons. All this history and language arts crap makes no sense.

Math and science does, though. Those are pretty cool.

ANYWAY he stops in his tracks and kind of grins a little before approaching.]

Uh... hi...

[He still hasn't really figured out how he should address his not!dad. Klaus feels too informal for a father figure but he's never had to call anyone "mister..." and he sure as hell isn't going to call him "dad..."]

['Herr Baron' would be perfectly acceptable; most of the children under his care on the Castle adressed him as such. But Hiccup, if you wanna know, you gotta stop dithering and ask!]

Ah, hello, Hiccup. I trust your day has gone well thus far?

[Yes. There is a small girl with blonde braids hiding behind one of his legs because a group of them are playing hide and seek. And so help him, if you give her away, he will end you.]

[He just kind of stares at the kids. And yes he has totally managed to avoid calling him by any name in particular because he is awkward like that]

Uh... okay? I'm still getting used to the school thing... I guess the closest thing to school I ever had was learning to kill dragons and we don't even do that anymore.

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Fourteen: In Which Klaus Does His Job

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C is for CR, because you said you wanted some!

C is for CERTAINLY, because this is awesome ;u;

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C. FOR COMPLETE HUMILIATION.

I ENDORSE THIS

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C BECAUSE IT MAKES THE MOST SENSE IN MY HEAD OKAY

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