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Otto Staub

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Saviarre

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turned and grinned at Kata. "Why? Because I want her dead and I can't kill her." He shrugged again as if the answer made perfect sense. "My number?" He withdrew a business card from his pocket. "You can get ahold of me through this number." Holding it out to her, he grinned at Kata, looking into her eyes. "It's been a pleasure, and I look forward to much more later."

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Otto Staub casually strolled down the stairs, entering the bar with a disinterested glance around. As always, he was flanked with bodyguards. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, Otto sighed. "Again, nobody interesting," he muttered to one of the bodyguards. "I swear to God I'm going to kill that woman if she isn't already dead."

The guard chuckled as Otto moved toward the counter. Sliding onto a bar stool, he ordered a whiskey and pulled a Cuban from his pocket. "Look around, boys. Find me some entertainment."

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Otto Staub smirked as he walked down the stairs into the bar, glancing around himself, his eyes lingering on a few of the females’ forms. “Boys,” he called behind himself to the bodyguards that followed him. “This place is boring. I have not met a single object worth my time here… Even the whiskey is terrible.” Despite his words, he moved toward a table on the edge of the room. “Larry… grab me some of it.” One of the bodyguards turned toward the counter to fetch some whiskey as Otto lit up a Cuban.

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Otto Staub A loud laugh could be heard as Otto Staub loudly moved down the stairs with two of his bodyguards. It was obvious he was in the middle of a story, no doubt trying to impress them with tales of his sexual prowess or physical aptitude. The bodyguards, who had actually been present through the original act from which this story had arisen, merely nodded, playing along. It was part of their job.

“So, I look over and guess what? There’s that stupid bitch Ilse, sittin’ pretty as you please, chattin’ up some dumb ass bartender, lookin’ like death warmed over. So I walked up, concerned individual that I am, and told her how glad I was that she was alive and all… And she practically threw herself on me, offerin’ to come up to my room because she missed me so much.” He stopped, shrugging with an exaggerated grin. “Who am I to say no to that? All of us been dyin’ to get up her skirt.”

He approached the counter with the body guards in tow, sliding onto a bar stool and turning his head to throw out a terse: “Whiskey” to the bartender before turning back to his men.

“And ya know what? That’s some tail that was worth waitn’ for. She’s up in my room right now, sleepin’ it off…”

The bodyguards exchanged glances at each other, knowing the truth about what had happened, but they knew better than to say a word.

Otto’s eyes scanned the room as he pulled a Cuban from his jacket pocket. “I tell ya though, boys… Once I’ve had my fill of her, I’ll make sure she joins the others.” He drew a finger over his throat and laughed as lit his cigar, staring pointedly at Yukiko's figure.

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Otto Staub quirked one side of his lips in a lopsided smirk as Yukiko approached him, paying her bodyguards no mind. His own were standing calmly beside him, appearing stoic, eyes watching warily, guns drawn and held at their sides. He tilted his head as he looked at her, lifting his whiskey to toast her. “I have no idea what you just said, doll, but allow me the chance to tell you how astoundin’ly beautiful ya are. Your… eh… hair… is especially lovely.”

He sipped his whiskey, obviously not intimidated.

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Otto Staub had listened to Yukiko talk, watched her grin, and heard her… was that a thinly veiled order? Otto scoffed slightly, leaning back against the counter, elbow propped leisurely on the surface, cigar hovering near his lips that still wore the smirk. “Nah, I’d rather not.” As with most women, Otto thought Yukiko was great… until she opened her mouth. Needless to say, he was not impressed. He puffed on the cigar for a few moments, blowing smoke rings before looking at Yukiko again, his eyebrow raised. “You still here?”

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As soon as the gun was drawn on Yukiko, both bodyguards raised their weapons to her head. They were aware of her body guards as well, but they operated under the assumption that her guards’ job was to protect her. Otto’s guards hated Otto and wouldn’t care if he died, but if it happened, they had to at least appear to have been protecting him… otherwise, they’d never work again.

Otto stared at the woman, still smirking. His hand raised and he waved his guards down. They stepped back, guns at their sides as he’d requested with his gesture. “Surely they don’t serve anything of your caliber in this bar. I can have Johan here run out to the stables down the street to fetch you something more suitable for you.”

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Otto Staub watched, amused, as the other bought the woman her drink. Still, the smirk remained on his lips. “Oh, you say that you’re not interested, but suddenly you wish to know my name?” He chuckled. “Darlin’, its not something that you’ll need to know since you made it perfectly clear to me that you won’t be usin’ it.”

Taking a sip from his whiskey, he lifted the cigar to his lips again, puffing in contemplation. “I wouldn’t consider myself to be frequentin’ this place. I came searchin’ for my stupid fuck up of a fiancée. Now that she’s been found, hopefully I can head back home and get away from this hell hole.”

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Otto Staub laughed as he watched the woman walk away, turning to the guard on his right. “She acted as if I cared to know her name in the first place. Did I ever ask her? Nope. Her name didn’t matter.” He leaned back against the counter. “But damn she had a nice ass.” His eyes continued to scan the room as he turned to the guard on his left. “Do ya think Ilse’s awake yet, ready for more? She’d be beggin’, doncha think? Hell, I might just go wake her up…”

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Otto Staub stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the bar. She was there, sitting with a guy. Of course. His woman. His Ilse. His eyes narrowed as he watched her, drinking her tequila. From the looks of it, she was pretty blitzed. God damn her, he'd told her to quit the drinking.

Behind him, the guards were fidgeting nervously. They could sense Otto's anger... no... his rage... and though they hadn't been there when he'd meted out her last punishment, they had heard it. Both of them, sensitive to Ilse, hated this. This wasn't fair, but orders are orders... and Otto topped Ilse in the chain of command.

For now, Otto watched with a smirk as Ilse was loudly confronted by the woman. If she did a good enough kicking Ilse's ass, there might not be much left to do.

"Interesting, boys... very interesting," he muttered, watching the scene unfold before him.

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Otto Staub stared down into the bar. Had he heard right? She'd slept with that... that boy? The whore! All those years with the excuse that she had no interest because she was a 'lesbian.' All those times she'd rejected his advances... Well, she couldn't reject what he'd done the day she'd foolishly come to her wanting to end their engagement. He'd made sure she understood in no certain terms that the engagement was nonnegotiable. She would marry him. And if she was foolish enough to think she could get out of it, he would just have to show her again just what she was in for when she upset him.

Moving to descend the stairs, he gestured for the guards to follow him as he made his way to a table nearby, staring at Ilse, Yukiko and Izumi. He'd wait... patiently... and when the time was right, he'd show Ilse who she should be.

Again.

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Otto Staub balked. Had he really heard right? Ilse agreeing to go with this man to... another place? God damnit! He'd just found her here, how could she go somewhere else? She had a job to do! Not to mention, she was his and for her to think she could go anywhere without his permission was just... wrong...

"Boys, I think we're going to have to teach Miss Klein a lesson."

The guards cringed inwardly. They liked Ilse. Both of them highly doubted Kaiser had any idea this was going on, but if they went to Kaiser without Otto's express permission, they could be killed. Instead, all they could do was nod as their boss spoke.

Standing from his chair, Otto made his way over to Ilse, Izumi and Yukiko. "Excuse me. She won't be going anywhere with you. She's staying here." The glare he shout Ilse afforded no argument.

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Otto Staub looked incredulously at Yukiko. "The bitch is my fiancee, and she's not to leave." With a signal, the guards drew their guns, holding them at their sides. Since Otto couldn't see them, they looked apologetically at Ilse. "And no, Ilse, the engagement was not off... I thought we were clear on that. Apparently, we need to have another conversation about it, hmm?"

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Otto Staub eyed the soldiers warily. Shaking his head, he glared at Ilse. "I look forward to your return," he said ominously as he gestured to his guards to put their weapons away. "Apparently, the.... talk... we had previously was not enough to... persuade... you accept the engagement. We will have a longer, more in-depth discussion upon your return." Turning, he moved to climb the stairs, the guards in tow.

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Otto Staub moved down the stairs, his two bodyguards in tow. If one actually looked at his face, they could tell that Otto was beyond mad. He was beyond angry and livid. Otto was enraged, and it took everything he had to contain it to a socially acceptable level... and even that was questionable.

"Stupid bitch," he muttered under his breath. "That god damned stupid whore!" Turning to one of the bodyguards, he shook his head. "Who the fuck does she think she is?"

Moving to the counter, he took a seat at the bar. "I swear to god, when she gets back from wherever that fuckhead is taking her, she's going to regret acting this way... Apparently, I didn't get through to her last time. Perhaps she needs more of a reminder that she belongs to be, a reminder that she won't recover from for a couple weeks... a reminder that requires hospitalization... She'll never question me again once I'm done with her. Stupid fucking twat!"

He slammed his hand on the counter, beckoning over a bartender. "Goddamned whiskey," he growled to the man. "And keep it fucking coming."

Turning back to the bodyguards, he pointed a finger at them. "And if you tell Kaiser, I'll have your fucking nuts on a string around my neck, got it? Ilse is my bitch... not Kaiser's... not anyone else. Mine."

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Otto Staub received his whiskey from the bartender, snatching it from the man's hand and draining it quickly before slamming the glass on the counter and staring pointedly at the bartender. "More!" he cried. It was dangerous for him to drink a lot right now, especially with as angry as he was. "Johan, I want you to call Ilse's phone. Right now. Tell her... tell her Kaiser had an accident. Get her here. Now!"

The guard stared at Otto like he'd lost his mind. "S-Sir?"

"Do it! Be convincing. Get her here. Tell her he fell down the goddamned stairs and broke his neck. Tell her he got shot. I don't care, just get her here."

The guard shook his head slowly at Otto. "Sir, you're angry. I think you should wait to calm down before speaking with Miss Ilse."

Otto was out of his stool in a second, his hand tight around the guard's throat. "I don't pay you to think. Call her, now, or I swear to god I will slit your baby's throat."

The guard immediately dialed the phone, but shrugged when the phone went straight to voice mail. At Otto's prodding, he left a hesitant message. "Miss Ilse, Kaiser's had an accident. Come back to the hotel immediately." Hanging up, the guard slid his phone into his pocket and looked away from Otto. He hated the man, more so now than ever before.

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Otto Staub frowned, looking at the guard. "Call her again! If it truly was an emergency, one call wouldn't do it. Call her again!"

The guard frowned, not wanting to follow the order, but he had to. In his head, he prayed Ilse wouldn't answer the phone. He dialed her number again and let it ring until it hit voice mail. Shaking his head, he disconnected.

Irate, Otto turned to the other guard. "You too. Keep trying her until she answers. Both of you. I don't care what you tell her, just get her stupid bitch ass here. Now."

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Otto Staub clapped his hands to his guards' shoulders as he saw Ilse enter the bar. "Nicely done, boys... and now, the fun begins."

Sauntering over toward Ilse, Otto glared at the man beside her, Izumi. "Ilse... come with me."

He figured he would try being civil first. After all, despite how enraged he was, he knew that doing what he was going to do to her was not at all socially acceptable.

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Otto Staub ground his teeth at Ilse's response. The bitch! He had half a mind to bitchslap her right now, drag her by the hair into the alley or up the stairs and kick the shit out of her. "I'm not asking," he said, drawing the gun from the holster near his chest. The guards behind him followed suit. The three held their guns at their sides, staring at Ilse.

Seeing Izumi's movements, Otto chuckled. "Shit, Ilse, really? He's just a kid... You disgust me. Come on. Tell your friend it was fun to play with him but you've gotta go home with the big boys now." He reached out to grab her wrist and pull her forward.

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Otto Staub grinned at Ilse, even as he felt the barrel against his chin. "Aw, Ilse, don't be that way... think of all the fun we've had... and the fun we could have..." As he nodded slightly to the guards, they raised their guns, one to each side of her head. Wrenching her arm, he jerked her to the side in an attempt to unbalance her, to get her to drop the gun. His fingers dug into the skin of her wrist as he squeezed, mashing the bones together forcefully. "Drop it, Ilse... and tell your friends to drop theirs too." He lifted his own gun to point it at her head, lifting his eyes to Izumi. "Unless they wish to see what the inside of your head looks like... I guarantee it's not as pretty as the exterior."