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Felixir · 03-29-2021, 03:55 AM

KAISER: ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

It was wholly unexpected - after all he'd been able to shut out all night long - the sudden flare of anger that came with the mere reference to his full name. "It isn't yours!" Kaiser snapped back, slipping instinctively into German. Heated. Kneejerk response. The fact that this was neither the time nor the place did not seem to occur to him. For a moment, there was nothing else. The name. It belonged to his mother, only she could... his mother. He needed... no. No. His father. His father? ... No.

Beryl was saying... Tomasz. And something inside of Kaiser faltered just for a moment, just long enough for it to hurt.

The name, his name, Tomasz' name, the faces and the faceless that flipped through his mind then, the rage, the guilt, the thought of Tomasz, and Oliver, and Adam, and his mother, and Nikolai, the boy in Munich, the girl in Vienna, and Charles and Fletcher and Candela and Elio Elio Elio. Everyone here. Everyone lying dead on the floor. All the dead out there, still not collected. And he'd as good as put them there. His stomach lurched.

Kaiser nodded his acquiescence without thinking it through, screwing up his eyes and placing the heels of his hands over them, blocking out the light as pain flared through his skull once more, swaying more dangerously. It helped too, not seeing anyone, not seeing Beryl, nor the man witnessing this. "I'm sorry," he whispered, and nodding again, quickly stopping. He did need to... to sit or lay down or something, just for a moment. "There was a duel, but it was healed. It is... it's only a headache now." Kaiser spoke haltingly, perhaps not clearly, but he spoke. Something to take the edge off, that was all he needed, and then she would be free to help someone who-... to help someone else.

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,197 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight KAISER: ORDER OF THE PHOENIX It was wholly unexpected - after all he'd been able to shut out all night long - the sudden flare of anger that came with the mere reference to his full name. *"It isn't yours!"* Kaiser snapped back, slipping instinctively into German. Heated. Kneejerk response. The fact that this was neither the time nor the place did not seem to occur to him. For a moment, there was nothing else. The name. It belonged to his mother, only she could... his mother. He needed... no. No. His father. His father? ... No. Beryl was saying... Tomasz. And something inside of Kaiser faltered just for a moment, just long enough for it to hurt. The name, his name, Tomasz' name, the faces and the faceless that flipped through his mind then, the rage, the guilt, the thought of Tomasz, and Oliver, and Adam, and his mother, and Nikolai, the boy in Munich, the girl in Vienna, and Charles and Fletcher and Candela and Elio Elio Elio. Everyone here. Everyone lying dead on the floor. All the dead out there, still not collected. And he'd as good as put them there. His stomach lurched. Kaiser nodded his acquiescence without thinking it through, screwing up his eyes and placing the heels of his hands over them, blocking out the light as pain flared through his skull once more, swaying more dangerously. It helped too, not seeing anyone, not seeing Beryl, nor the man witnessing this. "I'm sorry," he whispered, and nodding again, quickly stopping. He did need to... to sit or lay down or something, just for a moment. "There was a duel, but it was healed. It is... it's only a headache now." Kaiser spoke haltingly, perhaps not clearly, but he spoke. Something to take the edge off, that was all he needed, and then she would be free to help someone who-... to help someone else. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!