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[Klaus wasn't here for Westport. He doesn't know about the Hazmat men like so many people here do. But he's good enough at reading a population to realize that they are bad, bad news. And then there was the phonecall from Susan...

Sickening. That's what it was. Sickening, inhuman, vile. All over one escapee, who had been in no state to tell anyone anything anyway. Still, he's not going to argue how pointless this may or may not be. His first priority is seeing that those he cares about are safe and still in possession of all of their limbs.]


[Phone; Filtered to Empress, Fran, Sleipnir; Action for Chrome] )

[After he makes his phonecall, Klaus sets to work. He has no weapons. His medclank, while impressive in size, is too slow, clunky, and not properly weaponized to be of any good to him. But let it never be said that Baron Wulfenbach is a stupid man -- even if his inventions are not weaponized to his standards, they always have the potential.

Those who pass 729 Anderson lane will hear loud clanking and buzzing and metallic noises coming from inside the half-open garage. The empty body of the medclank lays outside -- and inside, Klaus works to destroy what little progress he and Theta had made on the controls and engine components. There are plenty of parts in there alone that could be crafted into several proper weapons; a gun, perhaps. If Sleipnir comes as he told her to -- and if Dist shows up -- well. Time would tell.

For now, he continues to dismantle, occasionally setting aside promising-looking bits of metal. Even if he can't have a gun, he can do his best to craft a sword. That should not be outside of his realm of expertise, even without his Spark.]
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[Note: this is backdated to the morning after this. So, Tuesday.]

[Action for the Household]  )

[Phone; Filtered to Theta]  )

[Phone; Unfiltered]


Would the white-haired man who killed me for no discernable reason please explain himself? I am willing to listen -- for a quickly-closing window of time.
myblimpisbigger: (The citizens were idiots.)
A little scene-setting; for 'Mrs. Wulfenbach' )

[That afternoon, after his assuredly confusing 'conversation' with DuPree, the Baron goes downstairs. It turns out there's mail for him, left conspicuously on the doorstep when he opens the door to get a good look at his surroundings from the ground level. Hm. He opens it right there, and pulls out... another photograph. Of himself. Shirtless. And there are the stitches he's discovered himself to be lacking in Mayfield! As well as a background that, if he squints, looks something like his lab back home. Hm. What does this mean?

Well, as he soon discovers when he goes to treat his wounds sustained in Maipole, it means that he's got that stitching back. Welcome back to construct-hood, Klaus!]

{ooc: He'll be out in the neighborhood, discreetly testing his strength by lifting cars. Do you tell him to get his hands off of your vehicle y/n?}
myblimpisbigger: (who came back to Europa after being away)
[The last thing Klaus remembers is being very forcibly reminded that, due to his injuries from being squashed by a gigantic walking chicken house, he is under strict bedrest. Of course, that doesn't stop him from immediately jumping out of bed and fumbling his way over the phone when it rings -- it could be news of what's going on with Castle Heterodyne or (he hopes not) Lucrezia. He certainly isn't prepared for a completely unfamiliar voice with a decidedly Russian accent telling him that he's over and hour late for his job at the beet farm and is therefore already over a hundred beets behind on his daily quota.]
Some more scene-setting... )

[It's so early that it's still dark outside when he steps into the street. There are other shadowy figures walking along, shoulders hunched, and he figures that his best guess is to follow them and try to figure out where he is and what's going on. If nothing else, the natives should know. He walks up to the first one that looks promising and grabs them firmly by the shoulder to get their attention and make it clear that he could very easily snap them in half if he wanted to; his Spark may be gone, but his muscles aren't.]

I want you to tell me where I am and exactly what is going on. Now.
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