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the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands ([personal profile] collector) wrote in [community profile] luministi2010-08-23 10:33 pm

Fantasiestucke VI. Fabel

[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.]

[identity profile] grimmjerk.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[all of that boils down to he hates it that there isn't an avenue of victory.

Grimmjow can understand that.

he makes the typical 'che' sound]
Some.

I'm not answering their bullshit if I don't want to.

[identity profile] grimmjerk.livejournal.com 2010-09-11 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but it slows you down. The worse it gets, the weaker you get.