Klaus would sigh deeply if he could, his hands moving purposefully over the equipment before him as he attempts to fix the leaking line. Eventually, however, he deems it hopeless and gives up on the underwater torch, his gaze sweeping the area to ensure he has not been spotted. He floats himself below the League's boat and garners his Dhelmise's attention with three claps, the ghostly pokemon cutting through the water towards his trainer.
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Use Heavy Slam here. Signs Klaus, his hand directing the Dhelmise, Hansel, to the weakened portion of the ship which had previously been cutting with the torch. Twirling in place delightedly, the anchor-shaped pokemon rapidly swings clockwise, his arm scouring the metal above; the ship shudders violently with the impact, Klaus's magenta-rose eyes momentarily wide, before it stills. Klaus cautiously moves upwards to examine the Dhelmise's strike, his hand touching the sharp-edged, rent metal as lightly as possible.
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Again. Sink it. Klaus signs again to his pokemon, who more than willingly complies.
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Allowing Hansel to take out his blood-lust upon the ship, Klaus reaches to his belt and releases his Lapras, the water-type pokemon patiently waiting his command. Let me ride you. We're leaving. Klaus's hands cutting easily through the water, the Lapras nods and positions himself below his trainer, the pair surfacing together just beside Nathara's boat.
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Spitting out the respirator, Klaus puts his hands to his mouth to call without a care, "Nathara! Hurry up!"
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As he waits for his partner to appear so he can collect her on the Lapras, Klaus releases his Skrelp into the water, the sea dragon's ruby-bright eyes maliciously glancing around. "There's two of them," he says simply, ignoring the nearby sinking boat that is beginning to churn the waters.

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+ @sqwhirl

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Klaus blinks slowly at the comment about murder, his head slowly tilting to the side as he asks a touch incredulously, "What the hell kind of field trips were you going on?" He coughs immediately, shifting uncomfortably at his outburst as a flighty laugh spills from his lips; rubbing at the back of his neck, he offers a wholly awkward smile.
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With a shrug, he continues haltingly, "I'm not decrying it. It's just usually quiet. Nothing too exciting."
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Flashing a crooked smile at the offering of motorbikes, Klaus opens his mouth to speak and then pauses as a warning is announced about the time. His throat clearing, he offers his hand once more and says instead, "It was nice to meet you, Elaine. Have a good one, yeah?"

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+ Elaine Highland

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Klaus's world narrowed to himself and the trash can beneath him. Eyes watering and the oppressive taste of bile in his mouth, the man groans softly when he looks up to a mint held out before his face. Jumping noticeably at The Fixer's voice, Klaus slowly looks upwards to the man in question, his brows furrowing in confusion at what he assumes is a Master Chief cosplay; nonetheless, a warbly smile is offered and Klaus answers in a quiet, hoarse voice, "Thanks."
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With a grimace at the taste in his mouth, Klaus coughs a few times before pushing his hair out of his eyes - once upright again he takes the offered mint with a visibly shaking hand. The young man spits one last time in the trash can and then gratefully pops the mint into his mouth in an effort to be rid of the horrid taste.
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Any relief he feels, however, is quickly destroyed by the reappearance of oscar clayton. Klaus's expression hitches into confusion as 'big cat' is levelled at him, his head cocking faintly to the side as he tries to parse what, exactly, is happening. "Big cat?" He repeats in bewilderment, though soon turns utterly still as he takes note of the nearby Genesect. "I'm fine. Really," he coughs out, his voice raw while a blush of embarrassment overcomes his features. Then, in a softer voice he murmurs to Oscar, "Thanks."
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He's almost grateful when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket, his hand immediately moving to pull it out for a welcomed distraction from this overall disastrous day. Using the excuse to momentarily ignore his surrounding company, Klaus's expression blanks as he's greeted with a photo of himself from just minutes ago. Taking note that Martín del Mar sent it, Klaus's magenta-rose eyes slowly raise towards the overview where several of Rocket's administration reside; the young man gives serious consideration to texting back a string of swears, but ultimately decides against it, the phone instead shoved roughly back into his pocket and arms crossing over his chest in an effort to self-comfort.
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Thoroughly aware of the attention his has accidentally managed to draw, Klaus keeps his attention glued onto the ground, his face a brilliant scarlet despite his best efforts.

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+ Klaus's no good very bad day continues

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"Ah," Klaus replies, his nose wrinkling faintly. He had seen his own share of corpses in the ocean and could not find it in himself to envy anyone who willingly went searching for them. He blinks once as the woman before him continues to talk, her self-assured comment as to things too dark and bloody for this sort of event certainly unexpected.
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A flighty, uncertain laugh spills from Klaus as he's prompted further about his job, his expression momentarily hesitant. "Nothing that exciting," he assures Elaine. "I usually work nights. Have to upkeep the property. Make sure the radios and such are working." With a shrug he adds, "Sometimes we get middle school trips out of Lilycove. Those are always fun, actually. They come out for the afternoon and have their lunches and we give them a little tour."
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Offering a half-smile he pivots the conversation with, "Any hobbies? I play viola for the kids sometimes."





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+ Elaine Highland

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Wholly oblivious to anyone he might have known in the crowd, BARNABY FINCH is quite safe for the time being, Klaus instead wrapped up in knots in his own head. Why did there have to be so many people? Glancing swiftly around the room with deep consideration given for simply leaving, a noise directed in his direction stops Klaus dead in his tracks.
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Oh no.
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Klaus attempts to sink further back but ultimately fails as oscar clayton and priam conrad round upon him. A barely-heard "What?" sounds from Klaus as he's rounded upon, his hand automatically lifting to touch his hair as it's commented upon. His eyes widen as he's subsequently called "Frosty" and is assured the entirety of the room were friends. Klaus was fairly certain he didn't know anyone here, save Elisabeth Fiorelli, but he couldn't see her.
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Realising not a few eyes are now upon him, panic grips Klaus; his throat seized shut and breath temporarily halted as his face turns white as a sheet. He was alone in a sea of people making an absolute fool of himself. Worse, nothing had even started yet. Klaus gives a little shake of his head as Oscar inquires if he's alright. No. No he was not. This was too much - why did there have to be so many people?
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Priam's comment about auditions seems to be the tipping point, unfortunately. His stomach roiling, hands shaking, and a thin sheen of sweat evident on his brow, Klaus looks dumbly at Priam for half-a-beat before he turns suddenly, bolting the short distance to a nearby trash can and leans over it. Gripping its sides for dear life the young man heaves up the contents of his stomach, an utterly wretched look overcoming his expression.
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"I'm f-" he tries to say before another heave silences him, his hand lifting to indicate just a moment. "I'm fine," Klaus whispers weakly again, a cough sounding from the young man before he spits out a mouthful of stomach acid.


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+ Someone get that boy some pepto

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