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Klaus was busy getting the lay of the land, and what better way to do that from the rooftops? Klaus liked to be prepared for when things would, inevitably, go tits up. He didn't know how they would go tits up, or when- just that it was something that frequently happened wherever he went. Having a birds eye view of the city, and making note of strategic areas to hold and choke points couldn't hurt.
And then, just a building away he spotted the silhouette of a man, his back to him, crouched like some kind of gargoyle. Klaus could move quietly for a man of seven feet and pushing three-hundred pounds. He kept his footfalls noisy as he approached, however, signaling his proximity with a wave and a greeting.
It was a good thing he didn't try to stay quiet. The barest whisper of a noise, and Daud would have blinked out of sight and put a knife to the newcomer's throat. But the deliberate noise roused Daud's interest without triggering his self-preservation instincts, and though he didn't turn around until the man waved, he still tracked each footstep over the rooftops.
He nodded back. "Evening." A large man; the sort of man who would have been living high and well in Dunwall, his death worth quite a lot of money to someone somewhere in the city. But this wasn't Dunwall. With each passing hour, that became more and more obvious. In Dunwall, people didn't approach strangers on rooftops. "What are you doing up here?"
"Same as you, I expect." Now that he'd made his presence known, he moved to the edge of the roof, only a few yards from Daud. "Surveying the area. I've picked up on bits and pieces of past occurrences, and I like to make note of areas of importance as well as evacuation routes. That sort of thing."
According to most of the denizens, the trouble had passed. But Klaus was not a stupid man- Idealistic? Yes. Honest? To a fault. But not stupid. He was attentive, and he listened. Hushed whispers promptly cut off and hurried, furtive glances in the markets. Something was amiss.
He lacked contacts. But worse, he lacked a team. Klaus wasn't suited to working alone, but until he got better acquainted with the other residents, he had to make do. He wanted to help. But he needed to get a feel for things before he was much use beyond brute strength.
Klaus wondered if this stranger was of like-mind. Another trying to get their bearings. Or perhaps he'd interrupted something sinister.
"Klaus Reinherz," he introduced himself, and gave a gentlemanly bow. "Have you been here long?"
"Just got here today," Daud replied, returning his gaze to the street below. "I swam up through one of the canals in Water Sector."
Water Sector. Districts, Daud had assumed, and so far he was right; but he'd never seen districts look as different from one another as these did. In Dunwall, districts were divided by purpose, not appearance.
But if he started listing all the differences between Dunwall and Keeliai, they would be here all night.
He didn't ask how long Klaus had been here. The man's previous answer made that obvious enough. Instead, Daud put one gloved hand on the rooftop to steady himself and looked over. "Daud," he said, by way of an introduction. He was an unknown in this city. No one would care what his name was, or how he'd entered it. "What past occurrences did you pick up on?"
Klaus gave a curt bow, ever mindful of his manners.
"A pleasure, Daud." But there were bigger things to discuss. There wasn't room for small talk.
"A number of worrying things. Recent kidnappings and attacks. There was an... incident about a year and a half ago that I don't have much in ways of details on yet. Between that and the rising tension with the locals, I feel like I've walked to the precipice of ...something."
Living in Jerusalem's Lot, you picked up a sense for these sorts of things. This wasn't the first time worlds collided for him. He was starting to develop some theories.
He had the manners of high nobility, but the practicality of a soldier. Theoretically, Daud knew that combination must have been possible somewhere, but the dichotomy of it was simultaneously grating and confusing. He'd never known a nobleman not to have a price on his head once you asked the right people. If Klaus had a price on his head, it was only because of his sheer size.
Daud didn't have any sort of sense for worlds colliding, but he did pick up a sense about people. And right now, looking down at the street below, he couldn't have agreed with Klaus's conclusions more.
"What incident?" he asked. Daud wasn't told anything about the place's history - just that they were on the back of a continent-sized turtle, and he still wasn't sure if he believed that or not. He'd seen stranger. "Is it to do with what's bringing us here?"
"A fight, if I understand correctly," he said, watching a Kedan below haggle the price of some fruit at a market stall. He hesitated, and then corrected himself. "Perhaps more of a battle. My apologies, I wasn't there and haven't gotten much of the details yet. But the creature who so kindly allows us use of its back was ...gravely affected. And the man responsible murdered five of its children."
There was something about the way his jaw tightened and his fist clenched that betrayed the roiling fury under his otherwise controlled and composed demeanor.
"I believe, before, it was bringing people deliberately. Now...? I'm not so sure. Many things are uncertain at the present time, it seems."
There was always something about a fight. Daud didn't consider murder to be murder if it occurred during a fight - much less if the victims were animals - but even he had to admit, the thought didn't sit well.
Attention, citizens of Dunwall. The heir to the throne, Emily Kaldwin, is still missing. Anyone with information...
"It?" Daud turned to look at Klaus, his face openly sceptical. "Are you telling me the turtle chose to bring people here?"
How was a bit of a moot point. Daud didn't have any problem accepting that a sentient being could be capable of dragging people out of their worlds; he'd been a victim of that for longer than he cared to remember. But... a turtle? A giant turtle making the considered decision to increase the population on its back?
"I'm not actually sure what brought us here," Klaus said. "Only that foreigners have been brought again and again throughout the ages. Though what I've heard of Asti is truly remarkable- I wouldn't be surprised if it were the case."
There were, after all, no diabolical villains such as Femt proudly proclaiming their schemes. And so many of the people he'd met pulled from other worlds seemed good-natured enough that their presence didn't seem like some malevolent scheme against the city's inhabitants.
He looked to Daud, curious. "If I may, where were you originally from?"
His instinctive response was to say nothing. Personal questions had a habit of going in one ear and out the other after he'd been hiding for years in plain sight, especially since more immediate questions like What are you doing here!? took routine priority.
But if Daud was reading the situation right, anyone who came from the same world he did would, eventually, have to become an ally.
"Serkonos," he said, "if you've heard of it. If you haven't, it doesn't really matter what I say, does it?"
Edited (memory is absolutely terrible don't mind me /whistles) 2015-07-29 09:35 (UTC)
"I haven't," Klaus said quite bluntly, but there was a ghost of a smile creeping into his expression. "But I quite disagree about it not mattering what you say about your world. Such things are important."
He stepped back from the ledge, satisfied about whatever he'd surveyed, and made noted in a little book.
"My apologies. You're a new arrival. If you need a place to stay, Mr Shudder's lodgings are quite accommodating."
The very last thing Daud needed was a place to stay, but he made a mental note of the offer anyway. Mr Shudder. If he was going to be staying in Keeliai for the foreseeable future, it would be a good idea to learn as much about the city as he used to know about Dunwall, starting with the popular landmarks and working his way down to the back streets.
He glanced over at the little book, then back down at the street below them. "In that case," he said a tad belatedly, "where are you from?"
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And then, just a building away he spotted the silhouette of a man, his back to him, crouched like some kind of gargoyle. Klaus could move quietly for a man of seven feet and pushing three-hundred pounds. He kept his footfalls noisy as he approached, however, signaling his proximity with a wave and a greeting.
"Good evening."
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He nodded back. "Evening." A large man; the sort of man who would have been living high and well in Dunwall, his death worth quite a lot of money to someone somewhere in the city. But this wasn't Dunwall. With each passing hour, that became more and more obvious. In Dunwall, people didn't approach strangers on rooftops. "What are you doing up here?"
no subject
According to most of the denizens, the trouble had passed. But Klaus was not a stupid man- Idealistic? Yes. Honest? To a fault. But not stupid. He was attentive, and he listened. Hushed whispers promptly cut off and hurried, furtive glances in the markets. Something was amiss.
He lacked contacts. But worse, he lacked a team. Klaus wasn't suited to working alone, but until he got better acquainted with the other residents, he had to make do. He wanted to help. But he needed to get a feel for things before he was much use beyond brute strength.
Klaus wondered if this stranger was of like-mind. Another trying to get their bearings. Or perhaps he'd interrupted something sinister.
"Klaus Reinherz," he introduced himself, and gave a gentlemanly bow. "Have you been here long?"
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Water Sector. Districts, Daud had assumed, and so far he was right; but he'd never seen districts look as different from one another as these did. In Dunwall, districts were divided by purpose, not appearance.
But if he started listing all the differences between Dunwall and Keeliai, they would be here all night.
He didn't ask how long Klaus had been here. The man's previous answer made that obvious enough. Instead, Daud put one gloved hand on the rooftop to steady himself and looked over. "Daud," he said, by way of an introduction. He was an unknown in this city. No one would care what his name was, or how he'd entered it. "What past occurrences did you pick up on?"
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"A pleasure, Daud." But there were bigger things to discuss. There wasn't room for small talk.
"A number of worrying things. Recent kidnappings and attacks. There was an... incident about a year and a half ago that I don't have much in ways of details on yet. Between that and the rising tension with the locals, I feel like I've walked to the precipice of ...something."
Living in Jerusalem's Lot, you picked up a sense for these sorts of things. This wasn't the first time worlds collided for him. He was starting to develop some theories.
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Daud didn't have any sort of sense for worlds colliding, but he did pick up a sense about people. And right now, looking down at the street below, he couldn't have agreed with Klaus's conclusions more.
"What incident?" he asked. Daud wasn't told anything about the place's history - just that they were on the back of a continent-sized turtle, and he still wasn't sure if he believed that or not. He'd seen stranger. "Is it to do with what's bringing us here?"
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There was something about the way his jaw tightened and his fist clenched that betrayed the roiling fury under his otherwise controlled and composed demeanor.
"I believe, before, it was bringing people deliberately. Now...? I'm not so sure. Many things are uncertain at the present time, it seems."
no subject
Attention, citizens of Dunwall. The heir to the throne, Emily Kaldwin, is still missing. Anyone with information...
"It?" Daud turned to look at Klaus, his face openly sceptical. "Are you telling me the turtle chose to bring people here?"
How was a bit of a moot point. Daud didn't have any problem accepting that a sentient being could be capable of dragging people out of their worlds; he'd been a victim of that for longer than he cared to remember. But... a turtle? A giant turtle making the considered decision to increase the population on its back?
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There were, after all, no diabolical villains such as Femt proudly proclaiming their schemes. And so many of the people he'd met pulled from other worlds seemed good-natured enough that their presence didn't seem like some malevolent scheme against the city's inhabitants.
He looked to Daud, curious. "If I may, where were you originally from?"
no subject
But if Daud was reading the situation right, anyone who came from the same world he did would, eventually, have to become an ally.
"Serkonos," he said, "if you've heard of it. If you haven't, it doesn't really matter what I say, does it?"
no subject
He stepped back from the ledge, satisfied about whatever he'd surveyed, and made noted in a little book.
"My apologies. You're a new arrival. If you need a place to stay, Mr Shudder's lodgings are quite accommodating."
no subject
He glanced over at the little book, then back down at the street below them. "In that case," he said a tad belatedly, "where are you from?"