Twenty: In Which Shit Gets Realer Than Ever [Locked to Ples and Hiccup]

[myblimpisbigger]

[About mid-day Monday, Klaus puts out a phone call. It's filtered to a very specific person: the person he has been tasked with murdering. Ples Tibenoch.]

I would like to meet with you, preferably somewhere secluded. Makeout Point is likely deserted at the moment and would be ideal.

If you have been given a weapon, bring it.

[He hangs up without

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[tiktoktibenoch]

[ He picked up the phone, relieved and, at the same time, worried to hear Klaus' voice. Ples was, for the most part, glad that he was still alive. The weapon portion, however, was unnerving him.

He could feel his other half tinge and sting at his temples, gritting his teeth and pouring himself a shot of this town's horrible whiskey before he headed out with the flintlock pistol he had regained. Or rather, that he regained, and a small cloth that he had make-shifted into a little bag for the few bits of lead balls that had come with it.

The hill known as 'Makeout Point' was, of course, deserted,and Ples carefully walked up the worn path to the top with the pistol slung between his belt and his trousers. It was usually nested in a part of his pelvis, were it clockwork, but that wasn't the case at the moment.

3:00, on the dot, and Ples sees Klaus standing there. His other half pushes at his head again, and he cringes, shaking his hair back and fixing his glasses to better calm himself. Even if his heart was beating a mile a minute. ]

[myblimpisbigger]

[Klaus takes in a deep breath and lets it out again before replying. He feels far less confident right now than he would particularly like, but shrugs it off.]

I did, yes.

[All he can do is get it over with. If he does it quickly and without thinking, he'll be able to get through it.]

I challenge you to a duel, Ples Tibenoch. Do you accept?

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[tiktoktibenoch]

[ Ples was quiet, waiting for Klaus to say the rest of-

-what. Did he. Just. No. ]

No... Klaus...

[ He's shaking his head, his leg stepping back and turning slightly, in a sort of 'bracing for the worst' pose. Oh god his head was throbbing, no, please, he couldn't. ]

Y-You can't... no... you aren't serious... no...

[ The pain, the screaming in his head is becoming unbearable, and his head ducks in defeat. ]

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[tiktoktibenoch]

[ There's a beat pause, his eyes the only thing moving up for the moment, a different, unnatural haze than their usual cloudy gray. ]

But̴,͡ yo͝u ar̡e s̷erio̸u͠s,͠ ąr͜e̷n't y̶ou.

[ He stands up straight, bowing his head with a hum of a chuckle. ]

I̛r̴onic, tha͟t̢ this ͢h͟a̴d ̵t̡o happe͘n, ̸isn̷'̧t̶ ͞it̵? M̸aýf̛ie͡ld͢ ha̕s a͜ ̕wi͝cke̡d h̛umor̨, d͢on't̡ t͠h̷e̶y̢.