Returning to No Applause, Only More of the Same

Chapter 43, Distantly Close

Yup, he had. The bronze plate with the title of it was the very same, as well as the white steps and everything. It was less crowded at this time of day, but hed recognize it just as well.

That girl sure had been kind to bring him there. Had she known hed need it?

Surely not. Then again, the world worked in mysterious ways.

They entered. Kreig noticed the second he stepped inside that no few eyes turned on him. And not in surprise or fear, although the latter was present, but more so in silent, unified acknowledgement. As if theyd been expecting him. It felt tense, but Kreig couldnt possibly act rashly while his family was there. No, he followed them, letting the fact that so many people were watching him so intently remain in the back of his head.

Hey, Leo, Im here for the 9 o'clock ID-thing? Kreig Wiedemann. Look it up. Should be right in the box, Sam said openly to the first man available behind the counter.

The man in question, Leo, seemed more confused than anything. Uh, Mam, do I know you?

Sam pulled a blank. I, er, uh. Dude, we meet every day! Leo didnt seem any wiser. Its me! Sam! Do I look that different in normal clothes?... Although Kreig had no idea what she could possibly look like in any formal measure, he could tell by Leos expression that her hypothesis was at least somewhat correct.

Sam?... Oh, alright. Sorry. Um, Kreig Wiedemann would be, Leo craned his head where he sat, glancing beyond George and up at Kreig, ...thats the guy. Alright, the photo things are over to your right, which you should know by now, and try to ignore the guys stationed there, its for the safety of the police station and the place as a whole. I think. Between you and me, I have no idea whats going on.

Sam scratched her cheek. Yeah, understandable. Alright, see you tomorrow Leo. There would be no explanation from her side.

As per the receptionists guiding, Sam and George both brought Kreig to the right of the front desk, and sat him down on a little stool, all the while trying to pretend that the people standing in all corners of the room didnt each have a level above 200. Kreig himself was just lost and confused, hoping the guidance he received from his siblings would be enough.

Sit on this chair. Look at the strange thing in front of the chair. Look happy. No, not like that. Just look natural. -Good enough. You can stand up now.

And through it all, Kreig felt more like a tag-along than anything.

Finally, they made him place his ink-dipped fingertips on a paper and that was that. According to the receptionist, although an ID would usually take around six days to be delivered, since this was a special situation, they would be able to hurry it to such an extent that it would arrive just later that day. Neither Sam nor George seemed too surprised by this development, simply saying goodbye and leaving it at that.

You did great, Kreig! Sam said enthusiastically, although Kreig wasnt sure what he did. Next stop: a clothes store! Of some sort! I havent really planned this part since Im terrible at clothing and stuff, so, uh, George. Youre the suit guy. Where do we go?

Sam, if we bring Kreig to my regular tailor hell throw a fit. Kreigs built like a log. Lets just go to that mall in the middle of the square.

Sam pulled her lips tight. I mean-, yeah, but Are we allowed to do that? Yknow

If we werent allowed to bring Kreig wherever, he wouldnt have been allowed home. Come on, lets go there before rush hour comes along. And since Sam accepted his words, they all started wandering in a certain direction while Kreig felt just a smidge left out. It wasnt as though he couldnt hear them or anything, and still they talked about him as if he wasnt there at all. It felt strange, but since it wasnt his first time being treated like an object or mindless machine of human suffering, he couldnt find it in himself to complain about it. Especially since it was his siblings doing it.

And all of a sudden, when Sam and George started talking about things again, he didnt feel like he was just silently listening in, a muted part of a larger conversation. He felt like he wasnt even apart of it.

So far from his family that he was hardly even walking with them.

Kreig? Are you-, of course, it wasnt the first time hed felt a bit left out. Soldiers in the mud at his feet, proclaiming love to people Kreig didnt know and grasping for each others hands to have someone to hold on to in their final moments. Everything alri-, even while on the run with his party, even though he acted as their leader, he was oftentimes mostly ignored. The bard sang and the ranger joked with him and everyone was talking and at the time Kreig had felt perfectly content just being a part of the fellowship. It wasnt-,

Kreig! Sam was right in his face, or rather, standing on her tip-toes atop an elevated fountain, face-to-face with Kreig. Weve been trying to call out to you for a while. You alright?

Huh? Was he-, of course he was alright. Hed just gotten a bit lost in his thoughts. Yes. He sincerely hoped she wouldnt need a better explanation, because he really didnt want to give one.

She smiled in relief. That so? Good, good, you seemed a bit Anyhow! Were here now!

Saying so, she gestured broadly all around. As it turned out, the fountain she was standing on was just the centrepiece of a very large plaza. It was half-crowded with people, everyone milling in and out of restaurants and stores with nary a care in the world. The sun had almost risen to stand above them and was currently splashing off of the fountain in large droplets.

George made his presence known by stepping into Kreigs view. Where would you like to go first?

...Where?

Theres like a bazillion stores here! I used to go to that one over there all the time, Sam said, pointing straight at a little store on the edge of a building, labelled Pams Candles. Ah, good times. My favourite were the vanilla ones.

Yes, yes, of course. Now, Kreig. This mall over there, George pointed at a building a bit larger than the rest, has a lot of stores. Some for women, some for children and a few for men. Well be going to the mens ones, and if they have nothing in your size, well consider finding a specialist tailor. You wouldnt happen to know your sizes, would you?

...Sizes? As in-, as in his height?

That was He used to be pretty normal for a man, but as he grew stronger and as his race changed, well I cannot remember. He had no idea.

George shrugged. I figured as much. Lets go to Keaton's, theyve got too many yardsticks for their own good.

Kreig wasnt sure what was going on, but he was damn happy they didnt continue asking him for answers or directions on where to go. He didnt know, and admitting that he didnt know would only lower his beliefs about himself. Not that they were much to be lowered to begin with.

He just followed his siblings as they went into the large building, stepped onto some magical moving stairs, went up two floors without having to walk a single step, and entered a store. It was filled with all kinds of clothes and fabrics and it was, by all means, a pretty regular store. The kind of place Kreig hadnt been to in around 70 years. Of course, everything imaginable was different. As with the people outside, as with the clothes he himself wore, it was all very strange.

Nothing he wasnt used to.

George entered the store confidently, followed by Sam and finally Kreig. Unlike what you might think, since the suits and shirts all seemed to be of high quality, it was almost completely empty, with only three people apart from the siblings inside it. And one of these three had a familiar scent dangling around him. Kreig knew exactly who he was and where he was. He just didnt know if he should dare approach him. Was it socially acceptable? What would he have done if he was still 17 and hadnt forgotten his Earthly manners? Would it-,

Oh, it seemed the decision was made for him.

The man in question had apparently noticed Kreigs existence since he made a half-hearted attempt to bolt for the entrance/exit before finally admitting to himself that since the three siblings were standing exactly there, he had no means of escape.

...Dont I know you? George asked.

Oh-, uh, no you dont-? Craig said foolishly.