Planning was something Klaus could do.
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After receiving orders to keep the League's coast guard busy for the foreseeable future, Klaus had sequestered himself with the orders while poring over tidal charts and oceanography maps until his partner for the mission arrived. Few words were spoken between the pair - Klaus was too wound up to chatter, save for what he needed to explain of the plan. She would wreck the boat and use a distress flare to attract League attention while Klaus used diving gear and an underwater cutting torch to sink their ship.
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Easy, right?
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Taking the helm of the provided boat out into the ocean waters remains silent for the entirety of the boat ride, though his head occasionally bobs as he sings to himself. His notes are consulted repeatedly for any course corrections, allowing the team to arrive right on schedule when they pull up to stop. Turning off the engine and checking their location one last time, Klaus then finishes donning the remainder of his scuba gear at the back of the boat - a sour look crosses his expression as he shoulders on the air tanks, his slender frame listing to the side under their weight.
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"Alright," Klaus announce once ready. "Have fun."
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With that spoken, Klaus releases his Skrelp into the water, along with his Dhelmise, and tips backwards into the water after throwing a heavy case overboard. Surrounded in a haze of white and bubbles, Klaus pauses to orient himself, his soon reaching up to slap the side of the boat twice for Nathara to fire the smoke signal; a hand signal to Dhelmise sends the anchor after the case with long tendrils of seaweed that ripple off the Dhelmise's ghostly body.
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Moving in place, Klaus takes his time as he opens the case and assembles the underwater torch, his gaze routinely travelling upwards to check for their target. Thankfully, it's not too long before a second ship - their target - appears to answer the distress signal. Waiting until their anchor has been thrown, Klaus manoeuvrers easily through the water to begin cutting through the rudder.
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His brow furrowing as he takes note of the slow progress, Klaus silently hopes his partner is an excellent conversationalist. This was going to take a while.



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+ @sqwhirl

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Klaus found it odd he was being sent to Sootopolis, eventually deciding there was some machine that needed rewired or rebuilt there that, with his engineering experience, it was easier to send him during his off weeks than someone else. That notion, however, is dissuaded bit by bit as he travels to the indicated location. Carefully pulling up the hood on his sweatshirt to obscure his face, Klaus glances about with nervousness as instead, he begins to suspect this is instead a reprimand for one of his smuggling sites becoming compromised.
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Pushing into a building and receiving a briefing, Klaus's eyes glaze over momentarily at the news of what his mission entails. He wisely bites his tongue and shuffles into the indicated room, the man pausing briefly as he takes in the sight of his apparent co-worker - the woman who hauled his sorry backside back to his aunt and uncle's house after he fell on the ice in front of her.
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Klaus finally pulls down his hood as crooked grin spreads across his face, the man's glib comment of, "I guess this was one way to ask me on a date," spilling from his lips before his mind fully catches up with him. "I'm sorry," comes the immediate, abashed apology, his face reddening. He looks away quickly, his magenta-rose gaze settling firmly on the ground to ask in a rushed voice, "What are you doing here?"
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Realization seems to dawn just as swiftly as his embarrassment, his brow furrowed he repeats, "What are you doing here?"

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+ Elisabeth Fiorelli

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"Barnaby," Klaus repeats after a moment, his brow furrowing. Something chewed at the back of his mind. The man's face was familiar - he simply couldn't place from where exactly.
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At the news Barnaby is a journalist the redness gradually bleeds from Klaus's face and recognition dawns. Barnaby Finch, the broadcast journalist. He slowly turns his head in the indicated direction of the cameraman, Klaus's brow furrowing when the man in the distance cheekily lifts a hand to wave at them; the young man slowly returns the gesture, the colour now wholly absent from his face.
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"I'm - sorry I ruined your shot," he stammers through a constricted throat, his attention suddenly everywhere but Barnaby. Regrettably for Klaus, it seems the Pelipper from earlier has recovered from the ice flung his way - within the blink of an eye the bird slams into the back of his head to beat Klaus mercilessly with its wings before flying off just as swiftly.
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Somehow managing to have remained upright during the attack, his hair now sticking out at all ends, Klaus's expression contorts as he asks of Barnaby, "Please tell me you're not filming right now."
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"Lie. You can lie. Please for the love of Arceus lie if you are."

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+ BARNABY FINCH

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Grunting softly as he lobs out his Skrelp to retrieve his newly caught Seel, Klaus watches the Milotic appreciatively as the creature cuts through the water and takes out the Barbaracle for her trainer to capture it. "Beautiful," he murmurs appreciatively, before a groan sounds from the man when the LIFE DEW is summoned.
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"You're a hero," Klaus announces as the stream of blood is stemmed and the swelling goes down nominally. Tilting his head curiously, he then asks, "Do you sail out here often?" His thumb jerking back towards the west he supplies with a grin, "Klaus. I'm one of the lighthouse keepers in Lilycove. There's a good chance if you've ever called it was me." Klaus then gives a little snort of mirth when he finally notices the boat's christened name - given how many ships he had talked to over his career, and the amount of puns he came across daily, it was difficult to remember them all.
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A soft warble from his Skrelp sends the man's magenta-rose gaze askance to catch a Corsola surfacing near one of the shallower sections of the ocean bed. Now that he had always wanted. "Sludge bomb," he instructs, his Skrelp gleefully responding to the command with a certain vindictive gleam.
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"Acid," comes the next instruction, the Corsola's shrill cry cut off by Klaus's pokeball striking it.

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+ Martín del Mar

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"Ok, fuck you," Klaus hisses at the mess of wires before him as his hands hastily withdraw from the surge of electricity jolting through his fingers from an open wire - made all the worse by the fact that the power to this section was supposedly off according to his lockouts.
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"Who the fuck rewired this," the man snarls, his open hand slamming in frustration on a nearby panel to vent his anger. It must have been Arthur, he was always breaking shit as far as Klaus was concerned - and more importantly the last on duty. Having already gone on twelve hours of this mess, Klaus ends up soldering, rewiring, and replacing several parts of the integrated radio equipment for a combined total of 36 hours of work before he's finally able to answer incoming calls from nearby ships.
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By the time his wearied frame collapses onto his bed at 6 in the morning to sleep, his eyes ringed nearly black from exhaustion and only just closing, Klaus emits a small noise at what sounds like knocking in the distance. Too tired to care, Klaus pulls his blankets further over his head as if to block out the noise, only to wail a bewildered, "What the fuck," when his world is shaken by a damp Furfrou upon his bed. Who let a dog up here? More importantly, who was speaking to him?
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"Annie?" comes the question of absolute disbelief when Klaus finally recognizes the Furfrou attempting to love his face off. Shoving away Remington, Klaus's questions of why the woman is here, and why he has to get up, fall on deaf ears as he is pulled from bed, dressed without his consent, and pushed out of the lighthouse into the hellish morning light.
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Klaus sucks desperately at the offered coffee, hoping for a modicum of relief with a fresh infusion of caffeine to force his body awake. He trudges in silence as the morning sun climbs higher, only half-listening at the news he will be attending supper with Annie. Gathering his senses as best he can, Klaus's voice cracks as he demands, "Fucking hell, not tonight. Annie I haven't slept in over a day - I just laid down to sleep."
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"What are you doing here?"


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+ @annieoakley

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Klaus nods absently at the mention of the sea, his mouth quirking into a half-smile as he muses, "Yeah, that's true." Followed by, "Tide pools. They are nice."
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"It's close enough," Klaus then laughs out about the other's 'travels'. At the mention of Kazimir's home Region, however, he tilts his head faintly to the side and a soft, "Ah," sounds from his throat. "Sure," comes the simple reply. "Just because it wasn't a vacation doesn't mean it doesn't count."
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The question about his work, however, elicits an entirely different response. Klaus's face blanks for a bare second, his eyes blinking rapidly as he parses the suggestion that he spends his time flipping a switch. The young man's head throws back as he laughs, delighted at the suggestion before his hands move animatedly and he says with more confidence than he's had the entire meeting, "So it depends on the lighthouse, right? The one in Lilycove is pretty modern by most standards, it's electrically run for the most part."
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His mouth opening to continue, Klaus pauses as he notices the time, his eyes widening as he realizes his impending lecture is about to be cut short. "Here," he mutters, a pen pulled from his pocket and the name-card he was given used to scribble his number on. "I'll tell you more later."

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+ Kazimir Wynter

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"I'm fine," Klaus automatically assures at the stranger, his face a brilliant red - and not just from the flow of blood from his nose. Tapping his Lapras's shell, the pokemon obediently comes abreast with the ship to allow Mars to pass over the gauze to Klaus. "Thanks."
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Grumbling softly as he rips off pieces of the gauze to roll and shove into his nose to stem the blood, his head cocks in Mars's direction at the offer of Life Dew and replies with a grateful, "That'd be great."
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A soft whistle from his Lapras sends Klaus scanning the nearby area, his magenta-rose gaze landing on a small outcropping of sand and rocks, upon which a Seel digs. Alarmed as he realises the location, Klaus taps his Lapras's shell again as he utters an anxious, "Anwhistle," which results in a swiftly fired Ice Beam at the Seel which sends it slamming into one of the rocky formations.
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A pokeball swiftly follows the attack, and with a strained smile at Mars, Klaus remarks, "Always wanted a Seel."
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Why was it never his day?


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+ Martín del Mar

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Drowning in his misery from the cold of the ocean, Klaus's magenta-rose eyes are impossibly wide at the sound of someone's voice. "Oh no," Klaus mutters in utmost embarrassment at the thought of someone witnessing his F-grade, one-man pokemon battle, his teeth chattering and gaze falling heavily onto the approaching blonde.
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His face a brilliant red, Klaus blinks once at the sight of the offered towel, his hand visibly shaking from the cold as he accepts it; turning politely away from Barnaby for a moment so as to not spray him, Klaus runs a hand through his multicoloured hair, shaking out the excess water, before gratefully wrapping himself up in the towel. "Thanks, that water's freezing."
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Klaus then moves to retrieve his phone, the towel around his shoulders used to wipe off the excess water and sand from its case. Flashing Barnaby a shaky smile, the young man extends his hand in greeting as he murmurs, "Klaus. Thanks again for the towel."
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With a glance around the area Klaus asks curiously, "What are you doing out here?" Rubbing at his yet-red face with the towel he laughs out, "Hopefully not swimming." He then tucks his phone just inside the waistband of his pants against his skin to get it out of his hands, the towel used to gratefully try off his face and chest.


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+ BARNABY FINCH

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