In diesen heil'gen Hallen

[collector]

[Braxiatel appears, immaculate as ever, with a table of food – a fish dinner (Hulzarrian carp, for those in the know) of multiple courses, complete with Angel Delight for dessert. His expression is vacant for a moment, lingering on the main course, but then he remembers himself and puts lids over the dishes.]

[When Braxiatel speaks, he speaks with the clear calmness of ringing bells or water still enough to reflect the sky.]

I have a... general inquiry to make to anyone with a knowledge of history. History of the Gamatra sector, very early 27th century. Specifically, I'd like information on the history of the Fifth Axis expansion through the Vega System... and on its occupation of the planetoid designated KS-159, formerly Cappa Nine Seven under the Earth Empire, originally Delfus-Orestes.

[Through a supreme effort of will, he does not let his voice waver as he says the last words. He even conjures up a smile now, the sort of smile that is laughing at someone else's cosmic joke.]

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated.

Comments

[collector]

[smiling] If he'd like them better, why are you so willing to trade them?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[stop seeing through her ploys!] B-because I made these, desu! I know what they're like so I don't mind sharing, unlike some people, desu!

[collector]

Actually, I'm quite curious: why are you so eager to have some Angel Delight? You don't even know what it's made of. And I might be a terrible chef.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

I-I just do! Why do you have to ask, desu?

[collector]

I'm insatiably curious. It's gotten me into trouble before.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Well I think you're stupid, desu, so there.

[collector]

[laughs, though not unkindly] Do you indeed? I'll have to keep that in mind.

[He's immune, Suiseiseki. Give up.]

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[a rival has appeared! and she just humphs and drops


though she does leave the cookies for him because -she- isn't a jerk]

[collector]

[Surprised by the food, he takes it up and, curious, tries one. He smiles to himself and sets it away from the death he's planned for himself and Anson. Then he relaxes into his chair, letting out a long breath, and waits for the information that he needs to come to him.]