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[The gender swap virus has worn off and for this next scenario Klavier is a man once more.

Once the feed cuts on a panoramic view of Klavier’s kitchen can be seen, a large, contemporary, clearly unused space. It seems to be the dead of night, which explains why the room is so dim, but there is enough light, insufficient as it my be, to see what is going on.

There are two figures standing in the room, one is clearly Klavier in his nightwear, half blocked by another figure in a blue suit who would have looked similar to Klavier from behind if not for the wild hair.]

How…how could you…[The look on Klavier’s face, or from what the viewer can see of it, is an odd mixture of confusion, pain and fear]…

You’re evidently lost for words, did you think those insubstantial accommodations could keep me forever, I’m much too clever for that my dear baby brother [the stranger lifts his arm, strategically hidden by a counter, and in his hand is what appears boot knife. He uses the blade to carve a thin line from the corner of Klavier’s eye to his chin producing a thin ribbon of blood in the process] though I do have you to thank, don’t I?

Kris…[It was Klavier’s feeble, quiet response, punctuated with a pained groan]

Does it hurt…aw…shhh…little brother…I know you’re thinking of how unfair it was that I took you by surprise like this, you’ve been unfair too…but I can’t have you fading on me just yet…[Klavier’s brother leans forward planting a kiss on the ex-rocker’s blood-stained neck, his hand disappearing beneath the counter again…

…a moment later Klavier’s eyes go wide, and while he’s generally known to have a melodious voice, it’s a horrific scream that rents the night.]…That’s more like it.

[Once the man steps back from Klavier, the prosecutor sinks to the floor, any attempt to keep himself standing is futile with his hands slippery with blood as they were. A great smear of blood coats the stainless steel appliances as he slumps forward, unable to lift his head only capable of focusing on staving the bleeding.]

Are you afraid of dying…or me…? Don’t worry, death is much too good for you, my treacherous brother, I need you to live long enough to feel more pain, so Justice is next.

[The man disappears from the screen, but he’s not gone yet as something in Klavier's home is shattered and the viewers ears are then suddenly polluted by an ear-piercing alarm system, Klavier can be seen mouthing something, but whatever it is, is lost in the noise.]

((ooc: blue indicates Kristoph (Klavier's older bother) and purple is Klavier, naturally))

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[Her expression is one of shock, and there's even some tears filling her eyes.]

H....hey what was that?! T-tell me that was all just a show...!

[Klavier's holding his phone, well holding it wouldn't be accurate, it's laying in his hand. He's just brushing the blood off the screen so that he can get a look at Kirino's face]

Nein...s'okay fraulein...don't...don't cry...

[Oh god... the blood....]

C...c'mon! Pull yourself together-! If you kick the bucket on me, I'll never forgive you!

[She's really upset about this, obviously.]

Ja...ja...they'll come for me...don't worry...someone will come...I'm not the kind of guy who...will easily die...

Who will come...?

And yeah... yeah you're not going to die! This is nothing, right?

Ambulance...they'll respond to the alarm...

...you'll see...

H...hey listen up, I'll stay with you until someone arrives, okay?

[Reaches up to her eyes, wiping away tears, which she will refuse to say were even there.]

I...never got your name either.

You're...so kind...it's okay...

[of course Klavier couldn't really bear to see a young lady cry, even if this one had a very strong tough streak]

Klavier...Gavin...a...and your name is...Kirino?

[So kind? She's never heard that before. But she nods at his question.]

Yeah... I'm Kirino Kousaka... a-and that was your brother, Klavier?

[Klavier can only assume that anyone who would hang on with a bleeding man until help came was kind.]

Ja...Kristoph is my...older brother...he's...about eight years older.

[Outwardly, she's almost always a pretty mean person, but she's nice when she wants to be.]

Why would....why would your brother do this? I-I have a brother too, he's about three years older though...

[She'll be hard pressed to convince him of her tough exterior after this virus]

Ah...w...well Kris...he's not...what he used to be...he's already murdered people...and I had a hand in his...conviction...I suspect this is his...revenge...

[She will deny everything! She pauses when he says that this Kristoph has already murdered people. She then takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself.]

...And he escaped and came after you, attacked, and then left? And what's this about Justice? This is really starting to tick me off. I wanna punch this guy in the face.

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[This is just the sort of thing Greed obtained his own world hop device for; despite being as prepared as one can be for such a thing, he's still practically frothing at the mouth by the time he gets to the door. If the door is locked, it's going down; if it isn't, it may or may not stay on the hinges for how forcefully Greed opens it.

It's not a laughing matter, but he's quite manic, heavy breathing that sounds distinctly like someone trying to hold in laughter. Maybe the unseen older brother will try a sneak attack? That'd be the best. That'd be a thousand times better than a hostage situation. Watching for any signs of movement, eager to pounce, even seeing nothing still leaves the possibility of being jumped from behind open. That would be great. As long as he's still here, he's all great!

But without any other leads, he'll make his way to the kitchen first. He'd really rather not see the damage in person, he'd really rather deal with the enemy then the victim, but that was a lot of blood. He's sure he should calm down first, but he holds out with the hope that maybe he'll get lucky, maybe he'll have something to take it out on any second now.]

[Greed's abrupt intrusion is enough to stir Klavier from his spot on the floor. He managed to get a hold of his cellphone which enabled him to control the shrieking alarm system. Kristoph made it quite clear that someone would come for him, but that could take minutes and while he could hang on that long he couldn't wait on an intruder.

Since he wasn't sure exactly who he should be expecting, considering how loud they were he imagined they were feeling particularly aggressive...not something he could handle at the moment. The closest thing to a weapon he could grab was a butcher knife from the counter given that he had the strength to haul himself up and he did. Though in order to maneuver the house he still had to prop himself up against the wall and edge himself along.

He didn't even have time to round the corner before the flat top of his knife was pressing into Greed's chest. Seeing Greed there was enough to startle him, almost slipping in his own blood, but he did drop the knife]

S...shit! Oh...god...y-you...scared...

[Klavier leans back against the wall taking slow, shaky breaths.]

[There's a flash of teeth in a wide grin that for once really is as vicious and bloodthirsty as it always look. It's dark, there's a mess of blonde hair in front of him, and an attack, violent intent that feeds into his own. His right arm rears back, leaving his chest wide open to the attack, hoping to see a smug look melt to panic when the punch comes; the desire to watch Kristoph's face fall is probably what saves his younger brother. His fist freezes, eyes darting from his blood streaked face down to his body, to the dropped knife, then back up. The injuries are enough of a problem, but seeing Klavier driven to the point of wielding a knife is something else. It's going to take him a minute to shift gears.]

[Fortunately Klavier doesn't really care that Greed was about to slug him, he didn't have the strength left in him to dodge, but fortunately the Homunculus recognizes him before the fact. If anything it spares the ex-rocker any additional pain and he can graciously say that he's in plenty of pain, but the numbness he was beginning to experience was doing wonders to dull it for him. Knowing that Greed is here, Klavier lets himself relax as much as he can, sliding back to the floor, his hand fumbling uselessly with his phone, it kept slipping through his fingers so using it was almost impossible.]

Apollo's probably in trouble...Herr Wright too...

Mmmh... [Glancing left, then right and seeing no immediate trail to follow in looking for the culprit, there's no choice but to deal with Klavier directly.] The fuck good's an alarm do if no one gets over here to check you out... [Still wound up, he tries taking it out on the wall, giving a good low kick to it and clicking his tongue. That only works him up more. He crouches down next to him, trying not to notice that, damn, that's a lot of blood.] He said somethin' about Justice bein' next... Apollo Justice's that pillow-bunny-haired kid, right? [Greed nabs the phone from his hands; not that he has any idea at all what to do with it beyond scowl at it.] ...Hold up. He knows you got one of these portable cell phones, don't he?

Ah...Kristoph would know...he only triggered the...the alarm on his way out...someone will come though...a few minutes...[Klavier has no choice but to relinquish his hold on the phone, it is easy enough for Greed to pries it from his grasp as there is very little fight left in the ex-rocker] Justice...Herr...hn...[keeping up with Greed's train of thought is abnormally difficult even though he usually has a hard time keeping up with them. For the time being all he can do is reach up and rest a blood smeared hand on Greed's face]...calm...it's okay...they'll come...[Klavier doesn't really have to confirm what he means because moments later there are sirens inside of the complex where he lives]

[The touch makes him stiffen and freeze, not that he was getting very far with the blood smeared phone in his hand. Thoughts screech to a halt.

Sirens aren't generally a good thing for Greed, and no matter how helpful they may be in saving a stab victim's life, they still signal the need to run; being on the premises when he's in this condition will just make things complicated.]

Fuck you, I am calm! [Once Greed finally moves again, he jerks the bloody mess of a prosecutor into a stiffing hug against him. Being covered in blood himself won't make things any simpler.]

Right...it'll be fine...[Klavier might not be able to return the hug and he's pretty sure that this isn't proper protocol for a situation of this magnitude, but he's content to smile and keep his eyes open until the medics and a small fleet of police officers interrupt the moment. Everything that takes place around the prosecutor after that is all pictures and noise. He knows that his body is being extracted from Greed's hold, but Klavier makes it a point to grab Greed by the wrist. It's the only conscious action he can take that would hopefully tell the gaggle happening around him that this was someone that could be trusted. Snatches of conversation about blood supply and transfusions made it through to him in his half-aware state, but otherwise he tried to keep himself focused on what was happening with Greed since it kept him from passing out.]

[It's either crush him in a hold or break something less organic. Greed breaks it off the minute he so much as hears footsteps approaching, debating making a run for it. Even if it's top story, he considers breaking for the balcony and taking a dive, but in the time it took to ease himself away, he'd already been spotted.

He still wants to outright kill something. He's not fond of police in the first place, but he does his best to be cooperative. It's rather hard not to lie when you have no last name, a suspicious first name, no ID and no address. Short of wishing he had Kristoph's neck in between his hands, his second wish is that he could start speaking that Japanese or whatever he was told he was speaking during the failed translation virus on cue. Unfortunately, he finds himself still speaking the same language as everyone around him. In trying to dodge a few questions, he drops the names Apollo Justice and Wright, saying he only heard them mentioned; that should at least earn police forces around their houses, as useless as he expects that to be. It wasn't a lie that by the time he arrived, there was nobody else around.

The prosecutor may have been in good with the law, but Greed wasn't sure how much he could count on his silver tongue in this condition. If he couldn't manage to stay within Klavier's sights the whole way, he could try to stall for time and catch the name of the hospital; after all, if push came to shove, he could always strong arm his way out of any number of officers, get around a corner and world hop out for an hour or two.]

[Fortunately, or at least as far as Klavier is aware of, the police officers are keeping most of their questions relatively relevant and focused more on what happened here and to Klavier. Unfortunately Klavier is busily being hooked up to a breathing apparatus, direct pressure and gauze is applied to his injuries, and blankets draped over his trembling body, he could barely hear anything over his own pained noises. He couldn't hear until one paramedic had the guts to ask Greed what his blood type was causing Klavier to choke on his own laughter.]

Shut it, Pretty Boy! [Things must be better if he can manage to glare at Klavier in this state. It fades pretty quickly, looking at him shake, feeling the warm blood still caking on himself. He absently thinks to smear what's on his face away while answering with a resounding round of 'how the fuck should I know?!' eventually followed up with the dismissal that he wasn't somebody who could donate blood, regardless. They were free to make of that what they would.

It only cemented his thoughts that he was better left to roles such as violent avenger rather than anything to do with a victim directly. Wandering the town uselessly seeking somebody felt more productive than standing about watching and answering pointless questions uselessly.]

[Naturally Klavier didn’t have it in him to keep laughing for long so he fell quiet soon enough, too busy straining to hear. On one side of him he was relieved to hear that they already had blood compatible with his o-type…even though he wouldn’t have minded at all watching the paramedic try to go after Greed with a needle just to check him out. She seemed formidable enough anyway and was almost eager to do it, even appearing disappointed that she’d been foiled. Probably one of the types that got all hyped up when people were injured…god don’t let her take care of me.

He also managed to catch a bit of what someone else was saying to Greed, Klavier didn’t have any living relatives close by so if Greed desired it then he would be permitted to ride in the front of the ambulance. On the one hand he wouldn’t be in the thick of things, probably for the best because the paramedics were fussing over Klavier anyway. On the other hand he would still be able to keep an eye on what was going on from the open passages in the front that led to the back.

Klavier lifted a hand, waving it once to say that he was just fine if Greed wanted to go off and do whatever. Riding in a truck would no doubt be a boring experience for him, but he couldn’t work up the strength to tell him as much before he was carted off, though he did manage a backward glance.]

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