Fantasy for Organ, in E flat Major

[collector]

[There is cake on the kitchen table. Everything else is irrelevant, because there is a table, and it has delicious cake on it.]

[But if one must notice the peripheral details, Irving Braxiatel is leaning on the counter by the oven. A fresh sheet of croissants are on top of the stove, and Braxiatel is looking over a paper on Shakespearean performances in non-human cultures. He is also fixing an odd bit of technology that might be recognized as part of a time ship's temporal stabilizer. The devil, after all, always finds work for idle hands. He seems perfectly at ease.]

[There is also an extra cake on the table, as if to ward off vultures from the main prize.]

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[collector]

[Braxiatel's fingertips lock together; his tilts his head a little, as if to get a better look at Break. Then his smile widens.] Well, it was a long month. Some people are more sensitive to such things. I hope, with time, we'll see full recoveries all around.

[semantating.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, perhaps not. The fragility of some is quite saddening, after all!

[ Delicious cupcake, Brax. Really now, you're just spoiling him. He licks some icing. ]

I wonder if the entertainment shall be as entertaining if and when it returns.

[ Or rather, "he returns". ] One could almost call them gracious, granting such wishes as immortality so freely.

[collector]

Yes, it's quite a good deal, if you can get away from the tax collectors. If he weren't otherwise detained, I'd have to ask him about the terms of his contract.

[semantating.livejournal.com]

Now, Mister Irving, living forever is not all one would make it out to be.

[ And there is something about his single, red eye that seems to be saying that he knows something about it... or someone about it. Who knows? ]

Contracts are quite dangerous, you know. Entering into one oftentimes mean you cannot rescind it. The terms can be quite heavy, after all.

... As I believe we've already witnessed.

[ Heh. Contracts. He knew all about those as well. ]

[collector]

That old story? "Take back thy gift: why should a man desire in any way to vary from the kindly race of men, or pass beyond the goal of ordinance where all should pause, as is most meet for all?"

[Braxiatel adds a half spoon of sugar to his own tea, apparently not content with it as it is.] The price is always heavy for defying the natural order in any form, whether defiance of mortality or revision of history. The Master isn't particularly willing to learn that lesson; I'm afraid it makes me terribly unsympathetic towards his plight.