realityshifted | ☂ oo1 - A rather mad tea party.

[ He wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up back in this place after dreaming about it, but... well, he'd figure that out later. There was quite obviously a lot going on here he had yet to grasp. (Wherever 'here' was; he'd have to study up on this place a bit more in the meantime.) There is a pause as he looks about the Plane, a tap from his cane to the floor, and then... Break decides to waste no time and begins doing what one naturally does when confronted with a new world.

Getting tea.

Who has a random tea party in the middle of the Plane at such an odd hour of the day? Only a rather mad Hatter, you see. Though he lacks the hat at the moment. Perhaps the smell will draw you. Or perhaps the odd character you're quite sure you've never seen before will draw you in? After all, Break is something of a curiosity in himself with his white hair, single red eye, long floppy sleeves, and strange doll on his shoulder. Finally, he speaks. ]

Ah~ I rather believe that this place is lacking in the way of decent tea selections. How fortunate that I have found what I have. It will be a decent start.

[ He sips his tea. Who is he speaking to? Himself? ... No, the puppet on his shoulder. It actually moves and talks back to him, what is this ridiculousness-- ] This is terrible service to a customer! Absolutely awful!

My, I must be inclined to agree, my dear Emily! This is the worst shop I have ever seen, and it quite lacks in the way of looking like one behind the counter as well. Whatever COULD we have walked into, I wonder?

[ ... Well. He's not opposed to company, you know. In fact, the clownish person looks rather friendly and utterly harmless. Care to have tea with the man? ]

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[Axel is nothing if not great at poker, though, so he simply stares back, one eyebrow arching slowly.]

Oh, I know. The closer you get to the light, the longer your shadow becomes. Or so they say.

[Candy tirades sound delicious. He shrugs.]

There's a million shades of gray. Not having an absolute makes everything fun.

I'm still trying to teach my best friend about the grays in people. He seems to accept me just fine, for better or worse. Maybe there's hope.

[ Indeed it is a delicious thing. Also bad for your teeth. One day his diabetes will catch up with him. ]

My, my! Your definition of fun is a little distorted, Mis~ter Axel. After all, some would simply call having someone defined as exactly inexact a nuisance!

[ He, of course, is not one of those people. People who neither skirt the line or step over it are always the best ones to get information from, of course. Predictably unpredictable, that is his one definite. ]

And yet, I can think of nothing worse then being so simply defined as merely dark or merely light. At that rate, one may as well be a chess piece, hm? A toy simply for the using of others!

Look at me, man. Do I look like I care for conformity? [He has a point there.]

I was never a big fan of chess, either.

Oh, but that doesn't change the fact chess may be a big fan of you, Mister Axel.

[ He gives the lollipop in his hand an absent glance. ] Perhaps you are simply playing with fire around the rather flammable board? I do hope you won't burn any of those pieces around you unintentionally, Mister Axel. That would be quite sad.

[ Say, your best friend. ]

Oh, I know it is. That's why I took out the queen first.

[Oh, metaphors. How he doesn't miss them. Break might notice the sharp look he's getting, but then it's tucked away behind walls and walls of conflicting ideals.]

Yeah, yeah. Fire burns. That's why there's kid gloves.

Have you truly?

[ He evens his gaze. Oh, you can bet he's noticed SOMETHING; a change in demeanor ever so slight, that glare is such a nice showing this metaphor is getting to the other. But Break's pleasant smile remains, despite his words. ]

Now, now. Not all fire burns hot, Mister Axel, but that does not make it incapable of burning through those ever so delicate gloves if you give it the chance.

[ Heh. ] Because, in the end, the entire board... and everyone on it. Aren't they simply tinder?

Sure have. And all I got was this lousy bumper sticker...

[Oh Axel, switching between self-deprecating humor and pure cynicism at a whim. For the moment, he's given up on his ice cream.]

Tinder? No. [He pauses.] Not that I want them to be water, either. I prefer to be self-destructive away from everyone else, thanks.

[ Sadly he does not know what a bumper sticker is. So. Skipping that-- ]

Ah, but flames spread, Mister Axel. I hope you are not foolish enough to think you can only burn yourself?

[Axel is mindful of the warning in those words, but damn if he doesn't try.]

Even a fool has a part to play.

[And they're back where they started.]

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But of course! It is the fool's job to set ablaze all that which he may encounter, be it very dear, or simply just near.

[ And he smiles back, as if they were discussing the weather. ]

☂ oo1 - A rather mad tea party.

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SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG. got sick, moved, etc.

IT'S ALL GOOD, I TOOK EVEN LONGER. And am/also got sick. \o/