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

[bit_impossible]

A couple, but like I said, I don't do that any longer. Of course, it'd be far easier to scan each other, but that isn't going to happen.

[collector]

And for that reason, it may be best if I don't do it. I haven't tried any psionics since my arrival.

[bit_impossible]

No? Frankly, I'm surprised you haven't suggested this sooner.

[collector]

One does try to avoid the morally dubious, Thete.

[bit_impossible]

[smiles faintly] Some try harder than others.

[collector]

I hope that wasn't a slur on my character. But very well. I'll try it.

[bit_impossible]

A slur? Nah, not really. Not when I've only been drinking tea.