get the crowd jumpin

Achtung, baby! It's time to rock and roll, in a Klavier way! So get ready to jump!→ guidelines→ hive city's citizen prince→ housing in district beta

[kl4vier]

TO HELP A GERMAN ( nick & klavier )

[benriya-swordsman-blog]

Caught off guard, Nicolas scrutinized the younger man who had approached him. Who the hell was this guy anyways? He looked like he was in Worick’s line of business or something. Blond hair, orange tan, all those chains….that flashy jacket…

Nico smirked to himself…What a tool…

The tagged read Klavier’s lips as he continued talking. Help with something, eh? Now this was what he needed, it was about fucking time someone came to him with a job. Little or not, a job is a job. Nicolas gestured towards the blond man with his chin with a look that said What do you need?

[kl4vier]

Klavier was not a gigolo, thank you very much. His job didn't even allow sexually approaching clients in any way. He was just a normal host. The German smiled at the other even flashier than before. The blonde with that "orange tan" began speaking one more. 

"Ahh, ja. I'm looking for unique presents for my Fräuleins at my workplace," he spoke calmly. The other seemed to not like talking, but it wasn't hard for Klavier to find out the male's body language. He seemed to be adept in that subject. Maybe from all of that prodding Apollo did to the witnesses on the stand in court back at home. 

"Extravagance is even better," he added.

[kl4vier]

GROSS SCENT, GOOD SCENT. { o p e n };

[oracleabuser]

As he leaned towards her, Fuuka leaned back, trying to keep as much of her personal space as possible (although she wasn’t doing this out of rudeness). It seems this man was a tiny bit invasive, yeah? Not that she really minded it, honestly; it was mostly just awkward for the schoolgirl.

"I-It’s not that, it’s just… these aren’t very easy to replace…" Especially considering it was her school uniform, and there’s obviously no Gekkoukan High in Hive City. She’s always managed to take good care of the ensemble throughout her time in this foreign city.

At least he didn’t offer to purchase a new outfit for her, right? The schoolgirl would feel terrible about taking his money like that right off the bat! Maybe the Priestess would treat him to something, considering she’s got quite a bit of money on her that she’s needed to spend for a while. 

[kl4vier]

Klavier pushed a few strands of hair behind his ear and let out a laugh. She was quite timid, wasn't she? The German male stopped leaning towards her, noticing that she had moved back due to his invasion of her space. Most ladies didn't mind, but she seemed to be different. He kind of liked different!

"Hard to replace...? I'm sure we could find a place that could recreate the outfit, ja? If it really bothers you--and you can't dry clean the scent of the Parfüm bothers you too much, we can go do just that," he says honestly while clicking his tongue.

Klavier truly did not mind if he had to spend money on a Fräulein like Fuuka. He had spilled perfume on her--and she deserved some form of apology...most importantly in a physical form. Something like a new uniform or elaborate dress could do the trick.

[kl4vier]

GROSS SCENT, GOOD SCENT. { o p e n };

[unkannyness-blog]

Life in Hive City couldn’t get any better, could it? Akane hadn’t been able to peacefully spend her first few days in this new environment, and now the entire population of this closed-off world either took care of one of these bothersome babies, or made her life harder than it already was. Just one moment of inattentiveness had been enough for her to get showered in a liquid of the not-so-pleasant kind, and now she smelled like a dainty, prim and proper poodle. Wonderful.

She didn’t swear, nor did she give the man any weird looks. Akane couldn’t help her prominent irritation at his smile — and maybe even the urge to wipe it off his model face —, but she glossed it over with a sigh. What an annoying fellow. "Are you sure this wasn’t, by chance, intentional?” Oh no Kanny, don’t pick fights.

[kl4vier]

He may have been a warrior in court and on stage, but it wasn't absolutely correct to say he could fight a girl over perfume. He'd probably attempt to put up a nonchalant disguise, and simply agree with her. To fight with a Fräulein was not a proper man's manners now, right?

Klavier only stopped over-thinking the situation to chuckle at the lady. He didn't want to be mean, hurt her anymore, or get her enraged. By the means of people he met here, not many of them got mad too easily...and he was thankful for that. He had done a lot of things this past month which he would easily regret if he were at home. (Imagine spilling perfume on Prosecutor Edgeworth or Herr Justice...!)

"I swear Fräulein on my heart. That would mean enough, ja? I would never hurt a person I've never met before, it just doesn't make sense. Also--a lady like you does not deserve such an act!" Flatter her dead, Klavier!

[kl4vier]

GROSS SCENT, GOOD SCENT. { o p e n };

[oracleabuser]

Despite being undoubtedly female, Fuuka had never actually thought of shopping ‘girly’. She did own a few skirts, but those were gifts from her family and friends. Last she went shopping for something of the ‘girly’ category was when she went with Yukari for a swimsuit. And to be quite honest, the Priestess didn’t really find it easy to shop for clothes that looked good on her.

But she would damn well try.

She had nothing better to do today, so the schoolgirl set off on a quest: a quest to purchase more clothing! Fuuka had needed new clothes for a while, anyway. Not that the subject was at the top of her list, but whatever.

Down in her home sector, Fuuka passed many shops with cute articles of clothing, however, they were much too formal for her tastes! All the Priestess wanted was something much more simple, and nothing that would bring too much attention, yet… Sector oo5 seemed to lack that type of style. But it did make sense; it was a flamboyant sector after all.

She sighed, and instead walked into a perfume shop. The girl couldn’t recall ever using a bottle, so maybe she could use her money on this instead of clothing, right? She had enough clothes…. she thought.

As she hunched over a counter looking at the boxes and bottles beneath the glass, a sudden chill ran down her back, and she let out a yelp. Oh please let this be water, please just be water…! She pleaded to no one in particular, but as she turned around, she found the source of the liquid to originate from one of the beautiful containers she had seen upon entering the shop. Her face fell at the sight of it, but immediately brightened and could feel it redden at the sight of who was holding it. The way he responded didn’t make it out that he knew her… could he have forgotten his time here too? No matter, she could always just introduce herself again.

"O-Oh! N-no, you don’t have to replace them…. I can always just wash them!" Fuuka didn’t know why she was wearing her Gekkoukan uniform in the first place; she wasn’t on Tatsumi Port Island anymore.

[kl4vier]

Klavier leaned towards the lady and clicked his tongue. "Ach...Fräulein, why do you have to repel my kindness? It's only common courtesy for me to replace your clothes, ja?" He smiled and let out a little laugh.

He then leaned back and pat her head once before sticking his hands back to his sides. The German boy felt quite awful for soaking her clothes which looked a lot like a school uniform. I'll be in a bigger issue if this is her school uniform. It's not like those are washed--they're dry cleaned! And the blonde didn't have all the money in the world to pay for two people's dry cleaning. (For some reason, the price of Hive City's dry cleaning services always rose. Was it because of the high demand?! He swears no one ever dry cleans their clothes anymore)

[kl4vier]

LITTLE BABY LAW (CA EVENTFUL)

This egg...what happens when it cracks? thought the blonde as he sat next to it impatiently. Klavier had been staring at it for so long, he thought he was just going to go to the nearest frying pan and crack it open to eat! Although that'd be a little scary, because there was supposed to be something in it. It was very uneventful to watch an egg just sit there. It'd be better to watch it crack open into a beautiful girl like Lamiror, a person he had performed on stage with. It'd also be even cuter to see her sprout from an egg like that.

But he went back into focus, staring down at the egg. "...Herr Ei, if you do not hatch...I will turn you into what we call a das Spiegelei, ja*? So hurry up." So much for patience, Klavier! But in all honesty, the male was getting tired of staring at a golden egg...so he decided to kill time and sing.

"Egg open, egg open...I'll lather you in kisses when you open. Egg open, egg open." It was more of a chant than a song, but it still was close enough. It's not like Klavier didn't sing to himself sometimes, but it seemed so weird to sing to an egg. So that's why he kind of created a chant. For some reason, it felt like the egg was listening to him, which made it all the more uncomfortable to think about.

And then, all of a sudden, the egg started to crack, as almost if the song was required for it to pop. The golden sheathing peeled off and Klavier looked dazed, because oh no...it was him.

"Das ist nicht übel, ja?**"

"Although, mein bruder Kristoph could sing much better. Even the chant would have been more interesting to hear."

Klavier stood there for a moment, just staring at the egg. It was the spitting image of himself, around twelve years old. The German couldn't say he was disgusted, because he had to admit--his German sounded way better when he was younger--but he was pretty overall feeling bad about this.

"I...I...you are me, ja? You realize you just insulted yourself...right?" I may have worshiped Kristoph back then, but there is no way I could insult myself! I was egoistical back then!

"You must be very stupid to think that I would forget myself...let alone not know that you are me. You look exactly like bruder Kristoph, but not as formal."

"Who else would it be, but the idiot that I became? Maybe I could grow up to become a better person in this form...where is bruder Kristoph? He could help me do that."

With one look at the child version of him, he stepped back and ran out from the alleyway where he was resting and screamed, "Help me, ja?! I have an egoistical kid who will go to the lengths to insult himself!!"

*HE WILL TURN THE EGG INTO A FRIED EGG

**That's not bad, yeah?

[kl4vier]

GROSS SCENT, GOOD SCENT. { o p e n };

Klavier had free time today, which made him wander into the shopping district--more specifically, into the perfume store. He browsed the perfume store with a smile, glancing and sniffing at every male and female perfume there was. But then, curiosity killed the cat when he saw a opaque bottle.

Curious to see the color of the perfume (this might have been from the lack of sleep, but perfume rarely comes in different shades and colors...) he opened the bottle. This perfume's color was a shade of light pink, and he thought it was pretty cute. I'd get this for one of my clients, ja? he said to himself, putting that thought in the back of his mind. As soon as he was going to screw the cap on, though, he was pushed by someone behind him. It caused him jerk forward and spill the liquids all over a customer who shrieked!

He had to smile though...no use in frowning. If anything made anybody feel better, it was an enchanting smile from the prince of rockin' roll law. "So-Sorry. I was pushed, ja? I hope you can forgive me for such a mistake. I could replace your garments, if you'd like!" 

[kl4vier]

TO HELP A GERMAN ( nick & klavier )

It was really stressful being a guide sometimes...especially the cool and suave type of guide. Klavier definitely had some trouble with the costs of gifts he delivered to his clients, to keep them coming. Sometimes they'd vary from roses to necklaces--but he was definitely running out of ideas. He didn't want to repeat the same gift twice, and he was on the verge of doing so!

So without consulting his boss, the German boy went out on a hunt to find a playboy--or someone who liked like such. He needed to get some information on...err...things to get girls. It was a strange thing to ask an unfamiliar person, but the boy had the skills to sweet talk people into doing what he asked all the time.

While he looked around, he found someone quite dressed up and with what looked like a wooden sword. The dangerous but secretly caring type perhaps...? Ja...it seems like he'd be the type of guy, then again... he thought to himself that it was a bad idea, but his legs decided to take him there anyways. Lifting up his sunglasses to put over his bangs, he grinned.

"Hello, Herr! My name is Klavier Gavin, and I'd like your help on something, ja? It doesn't require much work--and only a few words." Little did he know...

[kl4vier]

would anyone like to write w/ klavier? he has no threads that i need to reply to right now. you could like this post so i could make you a starter or we could plot via ask box! o:

[kl4vier]

first day @ work;

[hollyhockblues]

If only Gavin knew what Santa and his sister had gotten away with. Mr. Attorney at Law may have reconsidered behaving so civilly with the elder Kurashiki sibling. Guys like him didn’t believe in boxing themselves within the confines of the system. In fact, Santa abused it in order to get what he wanted. By all intents and purposes, he was nothing short of a murderer, guilty of the fourth degree and certainly the first if pursued. But no one tied to law enforcement knew these facts. No one could pin him down and he continued to walk free able to get away with things he shouldn’t have.

"I don’t get why you can’t just stick to one language," he snapped, getting fed up with the mashing of languages. Gavin didn’t carry himself like a foreigner, so Santa doubted that it was a case of Gerglish. God, Gerglish. It was the horrific straight-laced cousin of things like Spanglish and Chinglish.

Gavin’s answer to his other pointed question caught him off guard. So the fop did have a conscience. But it could have been a practiced response. Gavin could have just been a good actor who knew how to reel in publicity with a flawless facade. “Yeah. That’s what we do here,” he admitted begrudgingly. “We make people happy because that’s what we want to do, not ‘cause it’s just what we’re paid to do.” He really had no good reason to argue over workplace philosophies, especially since he wasn’t the one running the club, but Santa was too much of a hothead to let this one little thing slide.

Rather than inquire further, he simply fixed Gavin with an exasperated look. Santa had to find the bad in everything and take the remark as a matter of rubbing a talent in his face.

[kl4vier]

If Klavier had known what Santa and his sister had gotten away with, he might have not even be standing here. In fact, he'd dialing the police. Of course that wouldn't do him much good due to the fact that the past was behind them. Hive City was a new universe where laws barely effected the either of them. The crimes that the white haired committed no longer mattered, so hopefully if Klavier found out he would put it behind him.

Moving on, he retorted quickly to Santa. "You may not get it, Herr Santa, but it's my choice. I can speak a mixture of languages. I could add Borginian to my speech too, 

? It's my choice, and there's no law preventing me from doing so."

He said it with a smile, not an angered frown. It was amazing how he could keep his posture up in such manners, but he was used to it. Rather, it was his job to stay cool headed. Unlike the other guide, the German had to keep his serenity intact or get fired. He admit, there was some hot-headed prosecutors like Franziska von Karma or Winston Payne--but he was not one of them. It wasn't right to get mad over things like the law! You settle things in a calm manner, and everyone is happy--even if the guy's walking away with "not guilty."

Klavier laughed once more, cheerfully responding with--"Are you sure, Herr Santa? I'm sure people have many bad reasons for the things they do too, nein?" He, however, did not see it that way. The prosecutor just wanted to make people happy and benefit from it at the same time. It was a win-win situation! 

If Santa didn't understand that, Klavier wasn't sure what he could do for him.

[kl4vier]

i'm finally doing replies! (i hadn't gotten the inspiration for klavier until now, whoops.)

[kl4vier]

strings // open

[decapitulation-blog]

"Kaworu," the boy supplied, about to ask if the man preferred speaking in German when the conversation picked up. He was perfectly content to listen and even inclined his head forward, brimming with interest. As someone coming from a musical background, he was absolutely thrilled to watch others perform, especially those who put such passion into their art. His eyes were practically shimmering. "Just a hobby," he echoed, not quite believing Klavier’s explanation.

His eyes flickered down at the guitar case carrying folded bills and lifted his hand to his lips, hiding a smile. Imagine if Kaworu knew Klavier’s day job. Then the boy would understand how this was chump change compared to the six figure salary of a prosecutor.

"Sie sprechen Deutsch? I had a co-worker who was half German so I know a smidgen." Enough to get the gist of Klavier’s little sprinklings, at any rate. It was a powerful and commanding romance language, one that Kaworu wished he knew more about. "The way people communicate with one another never fails to amaze me."

[kl4vier]

Technically it was now only for self-entertainment purposes. He used to play in a band, The Gavinners, but his stage time had come to a close after his friend murdered a member of the Interpol Police. It wasn't the best ending to a musical tale--but that was the end of his!

"Ja, natürlich," he was also fluent, mind Kaworu. He could talk in German all day--but thanks to the fact that he had lived in America for so long...? He couldn't exactly talk in German everyday. Not everyone understood it, so he only could appreciate his origins with the calling of people by Herr and Fräulein. His tongue also slipped on ja and nien...so it was easy to decipher he was of German descent, or spoke it at least. 

"Isn't the world so interesting? Full of languages Herr Kaworu and I want to track down and uncover. Probably learn every single aspect of it too, ja?" The blonde was a big fan of learning--nonetheless languages was a favorite. Borginian was a hard language for him to learn, but he got a few easy lines down. Like "Where is the restroom?" and "Hello, my name is Klavier Gavin. I'm a rock star!" 

[kl4vier]

Pretty please, bruder ಠ_ಠ

32. Your muse hears my muse crying softly in their sleep.

Klavier lays on his bed, hands covering his ears. He doesn't know why this has to happen, but only accepts it anyways. He hates the sound that is his brother's voice. He odiously wants to destroy the laughter that is his brother's. He wants nothing to do with that fiend who destroyed an innocent man's life.

The blonde's older sibling was here in Hive City, and the fact that it was true scared him enough. He had lived his entire life in fear while in Los Angeles. The constant conversations he had with the detectives about his brother--questioning from officials if Kristoph was ever insane in the past...he couldn't do it! Everything about the other made him want to scream. That facade he put on...it was disgusting.

His face flat down on his pillow, face trekked with tears--he murmurs quietly, "Bruder...you're the man that I want dead, but I can't say that I'd like to see that happen. I love you even though you are a criminal." He fucking hated it. He wanted this all to go away! Why did he have to kill to sate his needs!?

Little did he know, his time was going to come to an end too--just like Smith. His brother was just sitting by the door, laughing.

[kl4vier]

Pretty please!

13: Our muses are police officers and must interrogate a suspect using the good cop/bad cop routine. I’m the good, you’re the bad.

"...Look, Herr Smith. Fräulein Ibuki and I only want an answer. Did you do it or not?" The police officer smiled as he pushed the suspect's chin up. "Look us in the eye, ja? Or Fräulein Ibuki might do something bad. I'm afraid she'll hurt you." Klaver pointed to the officer hanging around next to him. "I heard she once broke a suspect's nose. It turned out he did nothing wrong though. You don't want get one, ja? So please tell us. Did you do it or not?"

He thought he heard Ibuki cackle, but didn't hear anything from the suspect. "Fräulein Ibuki...I don't want to play good cop and bad cop, as I've made clear as we walked in. But...he doesn't seem to be listening to us. Nien--he isn't answering either. Do you want to see if he'll talk? I'll give you some time. I'll be going now."

Klavier walked out the room, laughing a bit as he dialed a pizza delivery. Ibuki would be hungry after this, wouldn't she?

He swore he heard screaming, but he didn't care. "Ja, this is Pizza Hut? I'd like a Meat Lover's pizza at the Hive City Police Station. As soon as possible, if you will. My partner will be hungry, ja? Thank you Herr Cashier." He hung up and laughed. He loved playing good cop bad cop, who was he kidding?

[bemusedlaw]

Klavier’s response - so absolutely ignorant in its assumption - did not warrant a rebuttal, only a scoff under Kristoph’s breath. It was these types of thoughts - implanted by Wright, perhaps? - that lessened his younger brother’s potential. Eyes narrowed slightly, reminded of his own defeat. “Nor do you win.” He pushed up his glasses. “Regardless of what you fight for, you ended up in the same place as the one you fought. The results remain the same for the traitor and the betrayed, Klavier.” As to which one Kristoph thought he was the man remained silent.

[kl4vier]

"It doesn't even matter if we win, ja? Mein bruder...do you not understand the true meaning of justice?" He wanted to scream "You're a murderer! You'd never understand what it means to protect law!" But his obstacle was as clear as day. He was afraid of lashing out against his brother, for he admired him too much.

Kristoph was right--for if he fought for justice, he might never win. But the blonde didn't see the courtroom that way. Yes maybe his pay would be deducted, but he fought for the right reason. 

[prince-spike-spiegel]

Run with the law

[prince-spike-spiegel]

"Herr Spike, eh? That’s got a nice ring to it. Should I be calling you Herr Klavier?" He didn’t even know where Herr meant, but it was all cool. Nothin’ to stress about. 

The hunter regarded this man carefully. His story sounded similar to Faye’s, but he was not in a hospital, nor did he know what was going on. Possibilities swirled in his mind, but in the end he couldn’t come up with an answer besides ‘crazy.’

"Okay, look. It’s 2074. You’re on Mars. It’s possible for you to go back to earth, but I guarantee your family, friends— whatever, won’t be there. In fact, your house is probably destroyed. Whatever job you had, forget it." Spike had no way with words and little patience for being anything but blunt. "The question now is, what will you do?"

[kl4vier]

He stared at Spike for a moment before putting his hand out in angry gestures. What shit was this guy spewing!? It sounded a whole lot like bullshit, if you asked Klavier. First of all--no one's been on Mars before! Second of all--it's the year 2025! What the hell was that guy dreaming of? Maybe this was a dream.

"Herr Spike, you can call me what you wish, ja? And...I think you've got your facts all wrong. It's the year 2025. What you're saying makes no sense, nien? You don't even have evidence to back up your statements. Unless you can show me clear and decisive evidence--I have no right to believe you!"

God damn it Klavier, just look into the sky!

[kl4vier]

strings // open

[oasis-of-books-deactivated20150]

   At the mention of infection, she did look back to her hand while ignoring the comment he made about her. The skin did not feel split, nor looks it, but was it possible for that to happen with such a small thing? With everything she’s sorted and cataloged, it was very rare any of it held medical information since it was more about the story of the world and not its practices. A few more things ran through her head before she looked back to the man, a conclusion found.

“I am sure for the time being, since it would be a waste for them to look at it given its state. However, if it does get infected later on, I will go have it looked at. Does that work?”

Normally she wouldn’t have bothered asking if he was alright with that, but in some small manner the man reminded her of Carvor, and the only way to get that man to stop fussing about things that dealt with her was to compromise at least.

She nodded a little at his question, before listening to him as he spoke more German.  Some of it seemed familiar, but she couldn’t see sure anymore since she had no way of accessing those files she had seen the German words in. She did give Gim a glance though, for he made a few noises, which she’d ask him about later. Again with the names though, was it really such a needed thing for one to know another’s name?

“I do not have one, but others know me as Librarian, or as my assistant likes to call me, Keeper. You are free to use whichever, but should you use something else, do know I may not respond.” She glanced at the shop behind Klavier, pointing towards it, “Would a bakery have ice, or would it be required to head somewhere else to get it?”

*That’s okay! Whatever works right?

[kl4vier]

Even though it was just a minuscule injury, Klavier was still fearful that it would hurt her in the slightest. He underestimated most people, assuming that the worse would come--even when it was a tiny paper cut! The blonde sighed though, knowing he would not be able to argue with the Keeper any longer. It was wrong to let it sit there, but he had to let her do what she wished.

"If you say so, Fräulein...just promise me so, ja?" He let out a sigh and he played with his bangs more anxiously. It seemed like one of his many bad habitual things that began to form as he grew older.

He wasn't satisfied with a compromise. He either got what he wanted or nothing at all. That was the way in the Gavin family, how he was raised and born to live in. He was rather used to it, and he would wish this god damned girl would just go get it checked up. Even the smallest wound could lead up to the biggest injury!

"No named Fräulein? How interesting, nien? You are beautiful--regardless of name, anyhow. But if you insist I call you Fräulein Librarian, so be it." It reminded him of those days when he used to refer to Ema Skye was Fräulein Detective, but he had grown old and weary of that name. He felt more comfortable by calling her by her last name.

And then, the blonde saw the bakery and thought for a moment. A bakery should have ice, but sometimes they wouldn't give it out. Maybe he should charm the cashier? He thought to himself. It sounded like a legitamate plan--and should he follow through, he would find out. "Ja," he said with a simper peeling across his face. "I bet they're plenty of ice cubes there, Fräulein. We should go quickly before your wound gets worse."

[bemusedlaw]

"You are a ‘rock star’ at heart, Klavier" and not a true attorney. Kristoph was one for subtle hints and silent attacks. To run into a brother who secured his demise only added fuel to the fire. "Justice was lost when put in the hands of the common masses."

[kl4vier]

"They are wiser than you are, brother..." He said it ever so quietly, without his celebrity attitude. Klavier didn't know what to say to his brother, as he was in a state of shock. The blonde had lived with Kristoph long enough to understand his unspoken insults but sometimes it was hard to cope with. "...And, ja, I can agree with that. But I only fight for the "truth, the whole truth*." I don't do foolish things like perjury either."

*apart of the sworn testimony a witness takes on the stand!!!