Sheltered Chemicals

Speaking German

Karl couldn't believe what he saw right at the moment, his eyes sparkled with life .

"Bi...bi..bist ...du wirklich Beethoven?" He tried speaking out loud but ended up in a choked voice " der Beethoven, über den alle reden? ...." Karl swallowed his throat "Du...du..Du bist.. Mein Onkel ? " . "Onkel ?" Ludwig turned his head sideways " do I look like an uncle to you ?" . "Uh...uh...no maybe I don't know " Karl stuttered before sitting down "How old are you exactly ? " . An offended look caught Ludwig, he crossed his arms tapping with his shoes like a rabbit. "Drei Jahrtausende?" he answered. "Wait ..drei Jahrtausende"? " Karl looked surprised. "Is that an issue? Ludwig reacted gripping his fist "I swear if you think I'm hässlich...I will " . "No no no " Karl held Ludwig wrist " You have very pretty eyes ..It's just hard to find people my age in this city " . "Who are you ? " Ludwig questioned, jerking his arm back . Karl sat him down on the chair then sat in front of him, officially introducing himself, " My name is Karl van ..." He paused , "I probably shouldn't say it as he will think I'm crazy ..." . "My name is just Karl, the last name isn't important because I'm a vagabond " Karl finished his sentence. "A vagabond ? " Ludwig repeated , " I mean ...I wanted to explore the world as an aspiring musician as it's my dream . "

Karl made up the story .

"I see..." Ludwig did his papers, Karl peaked over out of curiosity.

*pluck*

"Ouch .." Karl flinched, A shiny black feather became Ludwig's new pen . " You need to learn how to hide your wings and horns more like this " Ludwig reverted his wings back to his back and retracted his horns and tail "it's just basic protocol " . "Okay ..." Karl retracted his wings and tail "the horns are staying.." . Ludwig shrugged, going back to working on composing . Karl stared at him some more, getting closer and closer putting his head on the table to see him write . A habit that he has had since he was a child . The more he looked at Ludwig the more he came to realize how much his own father looked like him. The main difference was that Kaspar has much curlier hair that is more ginger than the food itself with freckles on his nose . His father Kaspar also had a band aid on his nose along with being a complete beer can drinking pothead . Karl kept staring eyes full of curiosity and wonder for Ludwig as the composer kept composing . Ludwig hazel eyes wandered at Karl for a moment , "Do you need something ? " he asked .

Karl - No ..I just want to watch you compose..is that an issue ?

Ludwig- not an issue but it's just weird ...like for you have any friends on your own ?

Karl- do you?

Ludwig- I asked you first

"I'm sorry if I bothered you " Karl apologized "but not like I mentioned before I just moved to this city " . "Ah Vienna the city where you become a composer or have your dreams crushed and you are sent home forgotten about forever like the thousands of other wannabe musicians who can't even play a fiddle ! Do you know why they exist, Karl ? " Ludwig gave him the eye. "Why ...why ...?" Karl stood back, " Because they are uncultured swines who only play or should I say pretend to play random strings ! There is no soul in their music except the piss they drink from sucking the aristocratic nobles dick too much! " Ludwig commented. "Language Ludwig we are in a public area ..." Karl shushed him . " Since you are here I assume you want to be a musician right ? " Ludwig asked . "Well i..uh...funny story ..yes I am a composer and a musician" Karl chuckled "Good "Ludwig snapped his fingers . Suddenly a bunch of instruments started coming out of thin air. Ludwig held a lyre guitar while Karl was given a violin, behind him is a harp . Karl used his telekinesis to levitate all the instruments at once , " Ludwig I don't think this is a good idea ..." . Ludwig gave him different notes from different instruments, "Alright in a eins... zwei ...drei...."GEHEN".

The scene cuts to Ludwig and Karl in a horse carriage, "Why did you lie about being a musician ?" Ludwig accused him . "Well I technically didn't lie, I said I was a musician but I didn't say that I was a good one, " Karl corrected him . "Pffft smart ass " Beethoven snickered . Karl stomach gurgled, he opened his peanut butter cheddar crackers basically inhaling the food . Ludwig didn't say anything, just watched him eat until the entire storage was basically gone . "By the way I'm sorry for playing so terribly. I didn't mean to get us kicked out " Karl apologized. "Nah it's not a big deal but it makes me wonder why exactly did you come here ? I mean no offense but you have no talent " Ludwig gave his honest opinion. Karl looked at the moving clouds trying to think of a good lie . "Basically...I always wanted to be a musician...like the next Mozart , since my father is a failure of a musician I figured maybe I should give it a shot since this is the city of music " Karl told Ludwig. Ludwig stood there absorbing what Karl had just said ."Basically you are here to achieve your dreams just like the many lost souls of musicians .." He replied. "Yep ...that's exactly why I came here because I dream of being a famous composer and making it big " Karl explained.

"Well if that's your dream let's practice " Ludwig snapped his fingers popping out a sheet of paper full of notes . He then handed Karl a violin and bow , Karl rested his chin on the end of the stringed instrument. "Now Karl, during the tavern you sounded off , it was like an amateur's day off and was replaced by someone who has never seen 5 minutes on the violin. "Personally I prefer a viola " Karl commented , "Just practice " Ludwig gave him another note . Karl took a deep breath and started playing. The tune was so incredible that made Ludwig flinch a few times, " Man did this oddball ever even study ..." he mentally thought sporting a fake gritted smile . The horses tripped over a rock forcing Karl to tumble over landing on the violin . Ludwig gracefully grabbed the violin using his leg to keep Karl from crashing. He shook his head, giving Karl the violin again "try again " . Karl tried again this time in a softer way , " Nein Nein Nein " Ludwig grabbed the violin and bow , "Like this ! " Ludwig played his version of the violin. It was a sound that he hasn't heard in a very long time . A type of "musik " that Karl plays in his head over and over. However this time Karl didn't mind . He honestly just wanted to rest his head again and go to sleep.

The carriage stopped with Ludwig getting out , Karl followed him quickly. After a few blocks Ludwig stopped. "Dude why are you following me? " He turned around facing Karl . " Because I want to " Karl answered " I mean I just moved here so I figured we could stay a while and see Vienna " . Ludwig paid attention to Karl sack , " Is that the only thing you brought with you ...no suitcase or anything.." . "Yep I don't even have a place to stay ..I did not think this through" Karl shrugged "I'm kinda shy ". Ludwig's face palmed "You are not kinda shy my oddball you are straight up hopeless " . He tugged his hands down his pocket, throwing out a pocket sized bag for Karl. Ludwig stretched his huge black raven wings , " Follow me Rascal.." he shot up in the air speaking through the sky like a cannon piercing many clouds . "Hold up !" Karl shouted flying after Ludwig, "You are slow as hell !" Ludwig criticized him , "Yeah I know " Karl admitted. Ludwig noticed Karl's broken horn . It is so damaged that the dead vessels on the inside are still visible. "Uh ...Karl your horn..." Ludwig mentioned it . "I don't want to talk about it....ever..." Karl ended that subject. "Oh sorry " Ludwig didn't press any further, instead he focused his attention on a small shop . "Let's go there .." Ludwig landed in front with Karl not far behind "Let's make this quick " Ludwig walked in grabbing Karl's jacket to pull the schizophrenic in.