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[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Being brought back to life without regenerating is a bit disconcerting, for a Time Lord. Coupled with the hazy, drugged feeling he has, Narvin has elected to try and find a nice, comfortable desk in the library to sit at.]

[He chooses a quiet floor, setting his (untouched) cup of tea down on the table and sliding into the chair. There's a low ache in his head, and, though he doesn't yet realise it, the Twins have made a few... changes.]

Damn.

[Anyone who can sense magic may notice that Narvin (who once held about the same amount of magical ability as a brick), now has a minor bit of magical power running through his veins. He won't be summoning any demons soon, but it's enough to make his nicely logical life a bit more interesting.]

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[collector]

[Braxiatel announces himself by dropping three things on the table before Narvin: a staser, a ring, and a datapad. The first two are Narvin's own; the last is that top-of-the-line equipment upgrade Braxiatel promised earlier. Business as usual.]

[There is, of course, nothing to be said.]

You better drink that tea. You'll need it when the Madame President finds you.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

I'm hardly going to drink it if I don't know what's in it.

[The reply is as irritable as ever, as if nothing was wrong. Nothing has changed, he reminds himself. He slips the ring, then the staser, into a pocket, barely giving the latter a glance as he did so. The datapad he picks up and examines curiously.]

I take it she's not in particularly good mood, then.

[collector]

[mildly] I thought, during my report to her, that deafness has its advantages.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

Oh, wonderful. How long has it been?

[collector]

Three or so days. I suggested that the Madame President would be wiser to stay on the Plane while you were gone.

[It doesn't mean she did, but he tried. He glances over Narvin briefly, dispassionately.] Do you know what they've changed yet? Aside from the blood.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

{Laughs} Oh, how wonderfully ironic.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Narvin gives Caster a flat look. He doesn't feel quite up to a glare, yet.]

What is?

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

There is magic within you, Narvin. You could become a magus yet.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

You're mistaken. There's no such thing as magic in my universe.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

It is you who are mistaken--you just cannot recognize it. If there were no magic in your universe, I would not be partnered with Braxiatel.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Have a worried/relieved Damon] Coordinator Narvin?

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[He glances up at Damon, somewhat surprised.] Damon?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

...It's good to see you alive again. [yes, he saw the match. at least, he saw who won. :(] Are you alright? Relatively speaking.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, Damon. [He's really not, but shh, denial.] You're not yet expected to fight, are you?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't believe you, Narvin, but he shakes his head] I haven't received a letter yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if I did, considering.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ Some may believe the Imperial March is an intimidating sound to be heard. Others would believe that the theme from Jaws is terrifying. Or even the high-pitched-ear-bleeding sound from every good horror film around.

But the absolute dead silence of a President standing behind the Coordinator with only her foot taping just might make it to that list one of these days. ]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Uh oh. Narvin knows that sound very well indeed. He takes a breath, mentally braces himself, and stands to face her with as neutral an expression as he can muster.]

Madame President.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ For the moment her expression is perfectly calm with the exception of her eyes showing every ounce of frustration that she has bottled up. ]

Welcome back, Coordinator.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[He feels like he is very much about to be scolded something fierce. Best to try and minimise the damage now.]

Thank you, my lady. I apologise for my absence.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ It's any wonder how she earn the nickname 'Ice Queen' during her days at the Academy. ]

Why are you apologizing? You're making it sound as if you had a choice in the matter, Narvin. Do you mean to tell me that you willing decided to go and partake in these barbaric fights only to get yourself killed?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine can! Mostly he's just going to randomly and silently appear, head tilted.]

You were broken. Are you rightfully repaired now?

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

More or less, I think.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He leans closer.] You have cracks now...

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[He watches Argentine, puzzled.]

What do you mean?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

You are very tired and your body has changed. They both have cracks. [He nods.] I am afraid I cannot repair anything that lives as you do.