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Klaus Hargreeves ([info]quietthedead) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2020-02-27 18:09:00

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Entry tags:klaus hargreeves (netflix), weiss schnee

WHO: Klaus Hargreeves and Weiss Schnee
WHAT: Introductions
WHERE: Around Town
WHEN: Today


Five had come and gone, Diego too, and Ben - Klaus wasn't sure he was ever going to get over Ben. Sure he'd come on his own, alone for the first time in his life it felt like, but then Ben had arrived, after he'd done his seance and Klaus had felt like he'd done it - but whatever it was he'd done hadn't been enough to keep his brother there, any of them. Or to get the rest of them into town. Maybe it was his fault, maybe not, he didn't know, all he knew was that the desire to get high was a constant voice in the back of his head, constantly butting up against that part of him that knew he was better when his head was clear.

It was a difficult line he'd been walking, and he'd let himself pull away from the people he'd normally have leaned on in other times. Instead rushing through the doors often, taking more and more risks and telling himself again and again he was alone.

He'd just come back through the doors, a shout following him through before the door closed and panting after he'd managed to evade a shop keeper who was none too pleased with his theft. But like always once the door closed behind him whatever had been behind it seemed to be gone. He breathed out a sigh, the rush of the experience already beginning to fade, but he needed to unload before he made his way through again, so he started back toward his house.

"Oh," He breathed when he saw someone he didn't think he'd met yet - but in fairness he hadn't been about meeting anyone since his brother's had gone, so it was more his fault than hers. Maybe she was new, maybe not. "Hi." He lifted his chin just a little in a bit as he greeted her. "You wouldn't happen to be looking for me, would you?" He grinned at her, affecting his normal sort of teasing tone, entirely certain that was not the case.



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[info]thislifeismine
2020-02-29 06:17 pm UTC (link)
“We protect the people of Remnant from the Grimm.” She was aware that most people didn’t understand what that meant, though. “The creatures of Grimm are monsters. They are drawn to negative emotions.” She shrugged. There was more to it, but there was enough that they could be there for a while to explain how many types. She still felt uncomfortable with the well in town.

Weiss understood trying to get your father’s approval. She also understood the shift from that to not liking her father. But her family seemed to compete with one another. She’d avoided thinking about Jacques Schnee as much as possible. But it was impossible to forget him entirely. “It’s my semblance. My sister Winter can also make glyphs. It’s sort of a family thing.” Just to show rather than try to explain, she made a simple glyph appear in the air between them. The snowflake shape of it similar to the pattern on the back of her jacket as well. It didn’t require dust, but certain things required them. After a moment she let it disappear. “Dust can make them more powerful or at least help with various types of attacks.”

“Yeah. There’s always a lot going on, but there’s nothing I can do about it here.” Which was frustrating because she wanted to be there to help. There was so much happening. At first she thought he could do magic, but when he mentioned someone else, she wasn’t sure. “There’s magic to protect you from cold?”

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