Klaus Gemetzel's Story

Miraze nodded at Aurelie, acknowledging her objection even as they were waiting for Vlad's answer. She knew Aurelie didn't like these two guys, but she wanted to get certain things into the clear. She wasn't looking for allies, but simply sizing up the situation to see whether this duo would face them as enemies in the near future. Hopefully they wouldn't.

"Because of what he is. Besides, making someone die for you requires more power than simply making someone do something for you." she smiled tightly, "And somehow I really think watching her die would be fun to him." Her smile widened into a sweet one - most people would probably find it innocent and nice, but it was in reality a cover for her anger. The more she thought about the incident, the more riled up she got. Nobody had the right to take a life without any provocation or necessity, and while Miraze rarely cared about things that didn't directly concern her, there were some things that were just unbearable, even to her.

She turned towards the other two, waiting for an answer and mentally preparing herself for a backlash, should one come. Though she doubted it, seeing as how Vlad didn't seem like he was going to attack them, and had even denied any intention to do so. Still, it always helped to be prepared. She cast a seemingly bored glance around the street, making sure no one was watching them as well as taking a quick note of the spots with the darkest shadows available.

Vlad raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Alliance? What alliance? Nobody wants to side with me. They think I'm inferior or some shit. I mean, I've been alone my whole damn life. I grew up on the streets, you know. Just me, my brother, and a small group of friends. And Klaus here got abused as a kid. He had to kill all of his bullies. No big deal." He laughed. "Although, I like you two. So, if you ever need us for anything, we'll help. We're just used to being around idiots and such."

Klaus looked at Miraze. "As for what we want, it is simply to test our powers, and do what we want, when we want it. Correct?" Klaus asked Vlad. "Yup. We're not looking to take over the world, or whatever stereotypical Saturday morning cartoon villain bullshit the other black mages want. Weo just consider magic a gift, white or black. And if you have a gift, it would be best to have fun with it and try to improve upon it." Vlad continued.

"Plus, Zador pisses me off. So unoriginal." He chuckled.

"Zador pisses you off? Well, that's one thing we have in common," Aurelie said drily. "Not that that's what you said before. Back then you were all, 'Hey, you do this yourself? Niiiiiiiiice,' and 'Hey, you know my buddy Klaus? He's probably even more evil than me.' In fact, I got the impression that the two of you were doing that guy thing where you argue over who has the bigger dick. Figuratively speaking, of course." She smirked at Vlad.

"You see," she went on, "it seems to me that you just say whatever you think will make you seem most impressive. In front of Zador you're all like 'I'm a badass cold killer, I'm so cool,' but when there's girls around you're like 'I'm like a gallant knight deep down - yeah - and I'm down with not being a creepy villain. Everything else is all on account of my dark and troubled past.' Now either you're playing everybody, mister, and just saying what you think they want to hear - which I'm not going to rule out - or you're actually that desperate to have people admire you that you end up being a bit schizo. Which is the answer I'm tending towards. I don't know if you realise it, but bragging non-stop about how badass you are gives a certain impression? You know, kind of like you're a little insecure? I know you have to talk trash when you're in a gang to get respect, but seriously, it gets old. We know you're dangerous. If you get the jump on us, we're dead." A faint smile curved her lips as she looked Vlad up and down. "If we got the jump on you, of course, that might be another matter."

Aurelie felt sure that Miraze would probably be getting annoyed with her. Whilst Aurelie fully believed that what she said was true - that in a conflict where the two of them got a chance to avoid vaporisation, they might well win - it was also true that she was hardly being conciliatory. She knew, as Miraze did, that if Vlad attacked them now she'd be disintegrated before she had a chance to act - and that both of them had already near-exhausted their powers. Still, she felt that she owed him the truth... and she was banking on the fact that he probably wouldn't kill them right now, given his whole 'I'm a decent guy' spiel that he'd been keeping up. And backing down would just signal weakness. So it was that what she said next wasn't actually motivated by fear.

"But before you go deciding I'm looking down on you? Don't. I just have zero tolerance for bullshit. And you sure as hell were bullshitting someone." Aurelie narrowed her eyes at Vlad. "Maybe - if and when I get a better handle on you - I'll reconsider."

Vlad's eyes widened. Then he chuckled, then laughed, and cackled, while clapping. "Oh god. Well done, girly. I admit, I see why you would say that. Thing is though, dear, that I never considered myself a knight. I'm more of a heroic sociopath. Hell, unless you have a strange fantasy, I won't seem like your prince charming, either. Now, tell me. If I was bullshitting you, why did I keep Satosha alive? Yeah. But, in a way, I suppose you're right. The whole 'I'm better than you' thing, is how all guys act. Especially in this day and age, in this town, where you have to go all abracadabra on someone to stay alive. The point is, I may be a decent guy, but why I was taunting Zador is because that's how I was raised. If you think I'm a creepy mage, just wait until you meet my brother.

And second, I don't go flaunting my dark and brooding past to get girls. Believe me, if I did, I would also not be as forward as I am, now. Truth is, I haven't dated someone in like, two years. I didn't come over here to get some ass. I came over here to say hello. While, yes, granted, you two are pretty, I'm not gonna stoop done to the level that sparkly, pale prick in that crappy romance novel is on. If I wanted to impress you, I would've done something much more flashy." He chuckled.

Klaus stepped between them. "Stop. Both of you." He growled. "...Wha?" Vlad asked, surprised. "Vladimir, she has a valid point. I believe that you are insecure. And, even if you did do something dangerous, it would not be the best idea to make it as public, unless asked to." He said, and then he turned to Aurelie. "You, fraulein, are acting equally as childish. Someone, it doesn't matter if they are male or female, black mage, white mage, or mage at all took some time out of their day to greet you. And, to thank them, you ask them many different questions, as if you assumed that they would kill you on the spot. Like you have heard the other ones do. Excuse me, but that is as bad as quickly changing your act to impress different people. If you didn't go by the stereotype all the time, perhaps you wouldn't be so ridiculously skeptic. When someone offers their help, you should consider it, not put them down and act like you are better then them, the exact same thing you accused Vladimir of doing, when you, yourself, are guilty of it as well. Quite frankly, I find the most mature one here, to be your friend, fraulein. Your partner." Klaus continued, arms crossed.

"Well then." Vlad said after a short silence. "I suppose he's right."

Vlad raised an eyebrow. "I let Satosha live because I admire the damn guy. It would be a waste to kill him. And the most important reason. Standards. My standards. Because he did not do anything wrong. I didn't kill him." Vlad retorted. He looked over to his partner, who had his arms crossed, staring Aurelie down.

"You have a valid point about our reputation, though. And this, is in fact, coming from the serial killer. And, granted, you are also correct about some of the things my partner said. However, you should know that he has a dark sense of humor, and has, in fact, stayed true to his moral code." Klaus said.

"Klaus, I appreciate your effort to back me up. But, obviously, they don't trust us." Vlad said, turning. "So, we best be on our way. Thanks for listening, Miraze and Girl Who Forgot to Introduce Herself." He teased Aurelie. "Oh, and one more thing." He said, taking a pen and paper out of his pocket, writing on it, and giving it to Aurelie, with a sly grin. "This is where I live. Klaus'll probably hang out here, too. When you get a chance, stop by and keep me company." He chuckled. "Auf weidersehen." Klaus said, as they both disappeared in a black cloud of magical smoke.

Vlad was laying on the bed in his room, with Klaus by his wall. "Vlad, was it really wise to teleport away like that?"" Klaus asked. Vlad sighed with a chuckle. "Well, there probably better ways I could have handled that. But, the brunette chick was being stubborn, I don't like talking with stubborn people." Vlad replied sitting up. "I mean, I guess she was right for not trusting us, because we have fucked up moral codes and shit, but she didn't have to assume all that." He continued. "Would you still consider allying with them?" Klaus asked, honestly curious. "Yeah, sure. I mean, if they're ever in danger or something, we'll come and help." He chuckled. "Besides, that's like the only way Brown Hair'll trust us. That Miraze girl seems cool, though."

"Indeed." Klaus said.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be napping. It's been a longass day." He chuckled tiredly, falling down again. "Right. I will respect your privacy." Klaus said, as he walked out the door, closing it. "Heh. He dislikes stubborn people, yet he is one himself." Klaus chuckled to himself. He actually chuckled, for once.