"Shit," Klaus hisses through clenched teeth, the banging and shuffling from outside the room he works in growing louder and louder. Someone was here, doing Arceus knows what, while he was trying to get this damn signal to work. Damn degraded power relays.
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It wasn't his day, apparently, as his Dhelmise appeared next to his hip, a soft wail of pain sounding from the pokemon. Looking over sharply, a torrent of low swearing spills from Klaus's lips and he recalls the ghost. He wasn't getting rid of the intruder this way, it seemed. Instead, he releases his Litwick and hastily grabs a nearby rag to scrub his hands clean before picking up the little living candle.
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Clearing his throat, he calls out a warbling, "Is someone there?" as he backtracks through one of the doors and steps into the main hallway.

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+ Beau Fontaine

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"Shit fuck," Klaus swears violently in shock to Beau's scream, the man jumping back and clutching his Litwick tightly to his chest. Eyes wide and heart now racing, he exhales an audible sigh when Beau speaks again, his cheeks puffing out with the action.
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"Sure not," he manages cautiously, as if Beau were made of glass which could explode at any moment. "I'm Klaus." Tipping his head back towards the hallway behind him, Klaus muses aloud, "Don't usually run into anyone down here." His brow momentarily furrows as shuffling sounds behind himself, and Klaus turns to see a Poliwhirl scuttling about just on the edge of the darkness.
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"Would you mind," he asks his Litwick quietly, his chin jutting in the direction of the Poliwhirl. With a soft coo in reply, Lustig's flame burns brighter, and Will-'o-Wisps begin to hang in the air, the ember-like flames settling onto the pokemon in the distance. "Night Shade," he directs softly, the attack briefly blotting out the Poliwhirl from view.
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A pokeball follows as the sound of the Poliwhirl staggering into the wall is heard, and Klaus looks once more over the wall of muscle standing opposite him. "You lost," he hazards with a little furrow of his brow. Maybe he could get back to his work sooner than he hoped if so.

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+ Beau Fontaine

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"Little brah," Klaus repeats under his breath, his expression a touch incredulous as he tries not to laugh; he stills in shock when the door beside Beau suddenly bursts open, magenta-pink eyes impossibly wide at the resulting scuffle. "Um," he starts, one hand unwrapping from around his Litwick to point at the door, beyong which flailing tentacles; his attention is briefly drawn at the appearance of a Misdreavus, the Litwick in his hands flaring threateningly at the ghost. With a swift Curse that dazes the Misdreavus, Klaus tosses another pokeball.
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Klaus is summarily silenced when Beau asserts he will help, his brow furrowing noticably as he tries to think his way out of this mess. Expression falling somewhat as he takes a good look at Beau, a subtle shake of his head follows as Klaus replies, "I - uh. It's really alright, I'm just...." He trails off again when Torben finally gets the nearby door slammed shut, the wiggling tentacles flailing about on the floor. "Uh... I'm," he pauses, coughing softly, his freed hand lifting to scratch at the back of his neck, "Right."
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Shaking his head, Klaus coughs awkardly before he easily lies, "I was checking on the bouys and shit outside to make sure they were setup still so ships don't wander too close to the ruins. Came inside once I was done to do a little ghost hunting." He then motions to the Litwick by way of explanation as to his presence.
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"What're you doing here?"


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+ Beau Fontaine

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"I train ghosts," Klaus confirms, his eyebrow slowly arching as Beau levels a suspicious look at him. Chewing at his lower lip beneath the scrutiny, he's mercifully spared for a time at the appearance of an Octillery. Klaus's own attention is drawn to just behind Beau, his brow knitting together in mild concern as he notes a Cofagrigus manifesting from the shadows, its many hands snaking their way towards the unsuspecting Beau.
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Flushing abruptly at Beau's complain, Klaus clears his throat awkwardly and mutters a low, "Curse," at his Litwick; the Cofagrigus sways in pain, the Curse creating enough of a distraction that the pokeball which is lobbed its way is mostly unnoticed.
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He then blinks once as Beau accuses him all of a sudden at vandalism, his nose wrinkling in offence. Setting down his Litwick, hands resting on his hips as he glares up at Beau. "Yeah?" He challenges, his weight shifting to cause one hip to jut outwards with the action. "You gunna turn out my pockets while you're at it? Make sure I'm being a good little boy down here?" Practically sneering, and certainly not compensating for potentially being caught at his somewhat-illegal rewiring of the station, Klaus demands, "Well?"
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Klaus should have let the damn Cofagrigus steal Beau's soul.

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+ Beau Fontaine

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Klaus's expression falters minutely as he observes Beau's distant expression, his brow furrowing as some of the hostility bleeds out of him. Beginning to suspect the man wasn't all there, Klaus's own mind grinds to an abrupt halt as he finds Beau's hands roughly searching his pockets.
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"What," he chokes out, his question clipped at the edges before he goes wholly silent. Face now scarlet, eyes impossibly wide, Klaus stares up at Beau as he's man-handled about; turning out his pockets reveals a handful of pokeballs and perpetual grease-stain discouloring one corner of a pocket's fabric. Barely daring to breath, something that sounds suspiciously like "I love you," escapes from Klaus's constricted throat, though the jumble of words and their breathless quality makes it difficult to tell for certain.
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Seeming to regain at least a modicum of composure, Klaus roughly shoves Beau back from himself with little warning, the smaller man taking several steps back for good measure as he heaves in air into his lungs.
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"What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
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Klaus is distantly aware of a pokemon scurrying back behind him somewhere, though chooses to ignore it in favour of trying to subtly adjust the front of his pants.

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+ Beau Fontaine [break]
+ Skipping Seismitoad!

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