the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands (
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realityshifted2010-10-16 02:39 am
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Sacris Solemniis
[Teapot before him, a plate of pastries beside it, Braxiatel sits at the kitchen table with Strindberg's Ett drömspel open in front of him. Braxiatel stirs sugar into his tea, and a faint smile crosses his face as his eyes flicker to something in the seat to his left.]
[He leans forwards and pours a second cup of tea, then lifts it up to hand it over, the smile widening.] I don't know what you mean by 'ulterior motives,' Comman—
[Braxiatel's fingers tighten on the cup before he can let it go. For a moment, it hangs there, hoping for a hand that cannot take it.]
Ah.
[It is a quiet realization.]
[Braxiatel sets the cup down, away from him. He leans back in his chair and picks up a scone to eat.]
[He leans forwards and pours a second cup of tea, then lifts it up to hand it over, the smile widening.] I don't know what you mean by 'ulterior motives,' Comman—
[Braxiatel's fingers tighten on the cup before he can let it go. For a moment, it hangs there, hoping for a hand that cannot take it.]
Ah.
[It is a quiet realization.]
[Braxiatel sets the cup down, away from him. He leans back in his chair and picks up a scone to eat.]

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...you didn't get one of those choices, did you?
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Really? Did he get a note with his, too? Or hers. Which Doctor?
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[but he has a feeling Brax will want to see the note, so he starts fishing in his pocket] It's from that kid--Ezra. Oh, here it is. [pulls out the card that he found on the table, which reads: I'm really sorry. Good luck! This tastes really good, I promise - Ezra.]
I haven't died yet, so I think he was telling the truth.
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[but he frowns as he reads through them] You think he's got something to do with what's going on?
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Irving Braxiatel to Oliver Day, come in, won't you? Ground Control is out of coffee.
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