Fantasiestucke VI. Fabel

[collector]

[The CAT turns on without warning as Brax is trying to open his front door. He is fine, his half-amused smile settled easily. He doesn't show a sign of having lost to any of the questions, and he's holding two coins in one of his hands.]

[Then the hologram pops up, and Braxiatel loses all expression. If there is one word to describe him now, it's cold.]

[It is asking him this: What is inside your head?]

[Very, very quietly, Braxiatel speaks.] I'll take the penalty.

[He steps into the house. There is the mechanical click of joints as his hands close into fists, then open again. He drops his coins and a silver pen on the table, then sinks into a chair.]

Comments

[fortune_sought]

Really? But how can so many people be in politics? Isn't that a field for the few to rule over the many?

[collector]

In a medieval system, yes. But even there you've the king, his family, his advisers, his nobles, his knights . . . And by my era, you've entire assembles of people brought together to decide how everyone ought to live their lives.

[fortune_sought]

[is surprised by this] That sounds terribly unnecessary.

[collector]

Most of it is terribly unnecessary, and terribly messy. Not my favourite pastime.

Thanks for the notif, LJ

[fortune_sought]

Then I'm quite glad you've changed paths.

[collector]

As am I. The Collection is much more fun.

[fortune_sought]

[smiles] I'm glad to hear it.