[ klaus hargreeves opens his eyes, fully expecting to be a dead man.
he’d even argue it would be a fair assumption, given the fading memory he’s left with, given the chaos of another end of the world, drifting piece by piece into an endless vortex. it makes sense why he spends most of the duration of his initial arrival profoundly believing this to be the void. albeit a very interesting one. some particular afterlife of someone with a particularly overactive imagination, and there are just so many things that klaus doesn't understand, and hey look at that, people were even talking. maybe that's what happens when all you have is the afterlife?
he had nodded and played along, entirely content and only slightly growing more and more worried about his family, about reggie’a betrayal, about all of it, as it slowly builds and builds in the rising anxiety bubbling up in his chest.
but just the same, with that funny way of believing things will either work out or they won’t, klaus had navigated outside into the very quaint looking settlement.
he stands there, carving a long, lithe figure in the middle of the road and looking at the goats, head tipped to one side as he watches the world around him. it’s like a — commune. it even reminds him a little of the one he’d inadvertently started in texas. if you add gods and magic to the mix which, if he was honest, he’d probably seen weirder, this is what you got.
he tips his head, patience finally reaching some form of an end, the guilt and rising anticipation finally cresting it’s peak, as he turns to the first person he sees walking by. ]
Hi, sorry, excuse me — [ his voice is soft spoken, near sing-song in inflection. there’s a small wave around them, in some vague direction of the road or the trees or the — everything. ] — have you seen a girl around here? Rides around on a little bike, has the air of immortal contempt on her face? Kind of judgy?
[ of all the ways to describe the purported image of god — or a god? she said she was god — this is how klaus hargreeves chooses to do so. with a flourish of his hand and a small smile. ]
II. FREE CITIES (tdm)
[ klaus had once said, sitting at a dinner table as waves lapped at the shore behind him, as he stared at the face of a mother he never knew, that peace is overrated.
wondering around this fantastical place, with an easy sort of swagger that no amounts of dimension hopping or dying could seem to keep down, klaus concludes that he still agrees with that sentiment.
he wonders through a city he’s never seen, and really only becomes half-way convinced that this was real several hours in — in as much as it wasn’t the void, that god on a bicycle wasn’t going to chastise him with a dainty little fingerwag of judgement — convinced enough to stop by a place called mag’s inn. convinced enough to have a drink. watch the patrons of this fine establishment.
he sighs, and when the first buzz of the drink hits — low-key and simply pleasant, some habitual dulling of nerves (and another reminder that this wasn't entirely the void; what with no buzz in the thereafter) — he says outloud, to no one in particular, or maybe just someone within earshot. ] Well, this is certainly a change of scenery from before.
[ doomsday did skew perspective, and he tries to focus less on the fact that — for all intents and purposes — he was very much stuck, and very much without a way out. he kept thinking little five would come strolling in through the front doors, looking as crooked as the old man he really was. no such luck. ]
III. THORNE (tdm)
[ while this place was so vastly different from the halls of hotel oblivion, or the umbrella-turned-sparrow academy, or — really — anywhere else klaus had been, it held a particular air to it that reminded him a little too much of dear old dad. dear old dad who didn’t care, who betrayed him and killed him over and over (and klaus had let him, had fed right into that stupid little hope and —)
maybe it was the way that head mage carried himself. maybe it was the way the halls of this place were far too large to keep anyone from feeling impossibly small, impossibly out of their depths.
whatever it may be, klaus wanders through, with clothes emblazoned with the sign of fool. he’ll drop onto what is allegedly his bed. sit up when someone who looks to be his new roommate walks on in. he’ll even offer a friendly wave.
he’ll wander into the library some time too, walking through the tall shelves and humming some shapeless melody. he’ll pull some tomes out, before near carelessly tossing them onto a nearby desk. if he hears someone shuffling by, any footsteps, he’ll say, voice soft more by nature than by virtue of being in a library at all — ] You think there’s ghosts here? It feels like a place like this would be really haunted. [ but the odd thing is he hasn’t felt it, not even a little, since getting here. funny that. ]
(( ooc; or wildcard it! open to any interactions in any locations as i try to figure out where he’d fit in best! i’m leaning heavily towards solvunn, but would love a chance to have him run into more people! ))
klaus hargreeves | the umbrella academy | the fool
[ klaus hargreeves opens his eyes, fully expecting to be a dead man.
he’d even argue it would be a fair assumption, given the fading memory he’s left with, given the chaos of another end of the world, drifting piece by piece into an endless vortex. it makes sense why he spends most of the duration of his initial arrival profoundly believing this to be the void. albeit a very interesting one. some particular afterlife of someone with a particularly overactive imagination, and there are just so many things that klaus doesn't understand, and hey look at that, people were even talking. maybe that's what happens when all you have is the afterlife?
he had nodded and played along, entirely content and only slightly growing more and more worried about his family, about reggie’a betrayal, about all of it, as it slowly builds and builds in the rising anxiety bubbling up in his chest.
but just the same, with that funny way of believing things will either work out or they won’t, klaus had navigated outside into the very quaint looking settlement.
he stands there, carving a long, lithe figure in the middle of the road and looking at the goats, head tipped to one side as he watches the world around him. it’s like a — commune. it even reminds him a little of the one he’d inadvertently started in texas. if you add gods and magic to the mix which, if he was honest, he’d probably seen weirder, this is what you got.
he tips his head, patience finally reaching some form of an end, the guilt and rising anticipation finally cresting it’s peak, as he turns to the first person he sees walking by. ]
Hi, sorry, excuse me — [ his voice is soft spoken, near sing-song in inflection. there’s a small wave around them, in some vague direction of the road or the trees or the — everything. ] — have you seen a girl around here? Rides around on a little bike, has the air of immortal contempt on her face? Kind of judgy?
[ of all the ways to describe the purported image of god — or a god? she said she was god — this is how klaus hargreeves chooses to do so. with a flourish of his hand and a small smile. ]
II. FREE CITIES (tdm)
[ klaus had once said, sitting at a dinner table as waves lapped at the shore behind him, as he stared at the face of a mother he never knew, that peace is overrated.
wondering around this fantastical place, with an easy sort of swagger that no amounts of dimension hopping or dying could seem to keep down, klaus concludes that he still agrees with that sentiment.
he wonders through a city he’s never seen, and really only becomes half-way convinced that this was real several hours in — in as much as it wasn’t the void, that god on a bicycle wasn’t going to chastise him with a dainty little fingerwag of judgement — convinced enough to stop by a place called mag’s inn. convinced enough to have a drink. watch the patrons of this fine establishment.
he sighs, and when the first buzz of the drink hits — low-key and simply pleasant, some habitual dulling of nerves (and another reminder that this wasn't entirely the void; what with no buzz in the thereafter) — he says outloud, to no one in particular, or maybe just someone within earshot. ] Well, this is certainly a change of scenery from before.
[ doomsday did skew perspective, and he tries to focus less on the fact that — for all intents and purposes — he was very much stuck, and very much without a way out. he kept thinking little five would come strolling in through the front doors, looking as crooked as the old man he really was. no such luck. ]
III. THORNE (tdm)
[ while this place was so vastly different from the halls of hotel oblivion, or the umbrella-turned-sparrow academy, or — really — anywhere else klaus had been, it held a particular air to it that reminded him a little too much of dear old dad. dear old dad who didn’t care, who betrayed him and killed him over and over (and klaus had let him, had fed right into that stupid little hope and —)
maybe it was the way that head mage carried himself. maybe it was the way the halls of this place were far too large to keep anyone from feeling impossibly small, impossibly out of their depths.
whatever it may be, klaus wanders through, with clothes emblazoned with the sign of fool. he’ll drop onto what is allegedly his bed. sit up when someone who looks to be his new roommate walks on in. he’ll even offer a friendly wave.
he’ll wander into the library some time too, walking through the tall shelves and humming some shapeless melody. he’ll pull some tomes out, before near carelessly tossing them onto a nearby desk. if he hears someone shuffling by, any footsteps, he’ll say, voice soft more by nature than by virtue of being in a library at all — ] You think there’s ghosts here? It feels like a place like this would be really haunted. [ but the odd thing is he hasn’t felt it, not even a little, since getting here. funny that. ]
(( ooc; or wildcard it! open to any interactions in any locations as i try to figure out where he’d fit in best! i’m leaning heavily towards solvunn, but would love a chance to have him run into more people! ))