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Klaus Hargreeves (12stepspirit) wrote in chances_rpg,
@ 2022-06-29 07:48:00

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umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves, ~!game plot: next-gen

Who: Klaus & Chien Hargreeves
What: Meeting for the first time
Where: A bar near the Station
When: {Backdated} Tuesday afternoon

Klaus had made the offer, but Chien seemed combative, and he wasn’t even sure if the other man would show up. His son. Klaus had a son. It seemed impossible, but its not like Klaus had ever been the most careful when it came to his … activities, especially when he was younger. And he had no idea when or where Chien had come from.

Maybe the bar wasn’t the best choice of places, but Chien hadn’t been interested in food. Hadn’t been interested in anything but anger it seemed, but Klaus couldn’t blame him. Klaus wasn’t responsible. Klaus was a terrible, shitty brother and probably a worse father.

He sat at the bar, a rum and coke in front of him. It was a sign of trust, at least, that's what he’d told himself. He knew Chien would think it suspicious if he didn’t have a drink when inviting him to a bar, and Klaus needed it. He needed it more than he needed air. And one drink wasn’t going to be a problem… even if this was his second.

He was fiddling with the paper from a straw… it wasn’t even his, just trash from whoever was there before him, but he needed something to do other than chug the drink in front of him. Finally, when the door opened and Chien walked in, Klaus stood, and offered him his hand and a nervous smile.

“It's… really nice to meet you.” He said sincerely.

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gimmeshelter
2022-06-30 09:15 pm UTC (link)

Chien was watching the bar from across the street when his father showed. He was early, but that didn't matter. Chien had to know if Klaus had backup. So he retraced the steps he saw his father take and turned up nothing suspicious. Still, he waited. Most of his job was waiting. The point was to retrieve his mark at the right moment, put them where they were supposed to be, and leave with no one but himself and the mark any wiser. Working for Herb was different than working for The Handler.

On the day The Handler was defeated by The Umbrella Academy, Chien was sitting at a ranch-style home in 1995 suburbia. He was waiting to take out the lone inhabitant who had chosen not to go to work which had led to him not being killed in the Oklahoma City Bombing earlier that day. A message from the Temps Commission had arrived for Chien, but at that moment, his mark had stepped outside. Chien had slipped behind the man to inject him with poison and held onto him as they went down to the back deck, and Chien watched him go into cardiac arrest until he expired. Then, Chien left the body to open the message. He read it before immediately going to his briefcase and disappearing. When Chien reappeared, he found everyone he'd known since he was twelve dead in a field in 1963 Texas. He also blamed his father and family for that tragedy, and he knew he could trust none of The Umbrella Academy.

Chien briefly paused after checking for backup and waited to see if anyone else would show. He didn't like that he gave Steven the slip, but whatever fledgling feelings he possessed for Steven didn't matter when he had the chance to get justice for his friends, his found family, and especially his mother. That was his most prolonged waiting period. For once in over a decade, he was off the clock. Not a single message had arrived from the Commission, and he knew it would be a shitstorm if he ever made it back to the timeline where they existed.

Swiping off the hat he wore and depositing it in the trash outside of the bar, Chien entered the door and kept himself on high alert. Chien was hard to miss being a near six-foot man that typically was called "Asian," which he detested. His build stacked him from his broad shoulders to his torso and sizable thighs. Nevertheless, he walked with touches of grace and desire in his step. There were gauges in his ears with his hair long on top and shaved on the sides. His clothing covered his many tattoos, but he had a necklace tucked into his shirt, the bullet intended for him, but his mother had saved him by pulling him down in time only to be shot and killed herself. Klaus had left them in Vietnam. They lived near the front line, where his mother begged for passage into what was once called South Vietnam.

Chien approached his father with a glint in his light eyes, one of the few things that had reminded his mother of Klaus. Anger pulsed in Chien as he ignored the proffered hand afore him. He thought about how he always intended this moment to go down. The fantasy usually involved a garrote wire. He glanced away from Klaus to the bartender. "Whiskey. Neat. From the top shelf." His eyes shifted back to meet Klaus' as he said one more thing to the barkeep. "Surprise me on the brand. I'll know if you try to sneak in Black Label and charge me for Blue." With that, he stepped around Klaus and went to a seat at the bar, two stools down from Klaus, so there was breathing room. "This isn't going to happen the way you want it to," he finally offered to his father, "and you don't want it to go the way I want. I don't have patience for begging, pleading, or apologies. Let's start small. Do you remember her name?"

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12stepspirit
2022-06-30 10:45 pm UTC (link)

Klaus' eyes swept over the man, hoping that some form of recognition or familiarity would help him figure out who the mother was, but he had nothing. He simply dropped his hand when Chien ignored it. He would let Chien guide how this went, but he simply shook his head with a small smirk.

"We both know that if you weren't at least a little curious, you would have killed me before I even knew you existed." Klaus lifted his glass and drained it, gesturing to the bartender for another. "You wouldn't have sent me a gift. You wouldn't have met me in public. You would have gotten me on my way here. No, you want to know, and I don't have any answers for you."

Klaus sighed and shook his head. "I have no idea who your mom is. Someone I slept with while I was on E? Someone from the war? One of the saucy young ladies that came with the cult? I don't know."

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