[video, voice] what goes around comes around

[maddest]

[The device flicks on. Static.

Then, purple- only purple. White. Break's coat, the beautiful off-the-shoulder, white one that he lost almost a year ago during that episode with all of the blood. It's back in one piece.]

What-

[Then the feed flicks off. On again, very briefly, as he bangs it on the table. Sound.

Then to video- there's Break's elbow, Emily's dress.

On. Rap rap rap. Someone's knocking it against a table to see if it can be broken open.]

-why does it keep chirping, Emily?

[This is almost exactly how he arrived, nearly two years ago to the day. And here we are, come full circle, about to smash the PCD on a table corner in idle, non-technologically oriented curiosity.]

Comments

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Ah!

[offline]

[makemehrrr.livejournal.com]

If it wasn't him they'd despise someone else-

I don't dislike him. I've hardly spoken to him to be honest, simply observed as I can. [Who gives a fuck about 'ultimate evil'?]

[thelightbringer]

[Indifferent:] Watch your step.

[offline]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I don't want to owe anyone.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

It's you!

[Jabbing him hard in the back with his cane.]

[thelightbringer]

Me?

[Looking over his shoulder at him, stopping walking]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Break laughs wildly, and dives into an alley, coat a swirl of white.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer follows, appearing and disappearing in the shadows--not that Break can tell, most likely, except when Lucifer is close enough that the chill of him is noticeable]

Where are you going--?

[Video]

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

Really? Alright. Meet me [x,y] here and I'll have what you need.

[offline]

[makemehrrr.livejournal.com]

Few would.

[Offline]

[al_truism]

[Al spins in his tracks, and only very narrowly manages to control himself in time to prevent himself from laying Break flat on the ground and bloody. His voice is dark, angry and icy; something his warm, kind tones sound pained to produce.]

Because of the trust and respect I previously held for you, I will try very hard to forgive you for saying that.

But if you're going to try to bite into me to gain distance because you're uncomfortable with me knowing things that neither of us have control over me knowing -- you need to keep your comments to me. My family knows absolutely nothing about you, so don't hurt them over something you're upset with me over.

[Video]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Wonderful. But I have no idea where that is.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Tea would be fine, but-

[offline]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Him especially. Or you.

[waterbends]

But what?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[One corner ahead of him, and he simply melts into darkness.

Something about Break has changed.]

[Offline]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see, your relationship with me is entirely masochistic? You want to let me hurt you, and pretend it doesn't affect anyone else, do you?

[Taunting, fingers pressing right into the wound.]

I get to bite and bite as long as it's just at you? Do you really think you get to point me in the direction you choose and let me loose? It is not safe to have me here, and if you're afraid of a sharp word or two about the little killer, then you have to tell me to leave, Ally-kins.

[thelightbringer]

[Which he should have expected--if he'd expected Break to come back at all, if this was real. If, if, if.

He doesn't try to follow, instead he goes to burn down the sigiled walls in the safehouse. He doesn't want those symbols in human hands, least of all Break's if he managed to make any of them out.]

[offline]

[makemehrrr.livejournal.com]

[Tapping the end of Break's nose after setting down the cups of tea.]

You don't owe me, and I doubt you'll ever manage to.

[offline]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Break actually smiles, hands curling around his teacup.]

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[al_truism]

[And this time, Al doesn't bother to hold back. He's fast, strong, and already turned and within distance of where he needs to be. His fist may not be leather and metal any longer, but he knows exactly where to put it in order to take someone off their feet.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Break crumples like a dying man.]

[Offline]

[al_truism]

[Al doesn't follow him down. In fact he steps back, breathing out, knowing Break has wicked reach with his cane and is faster and stronger than he looks.

He doesn't say a word, doesn't apologize.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Wow. Didn't see that one coming~

[He taunts, rolling his jaw, prodding it experimentally as he sits up, rasping. A second to reorient himself, and he's on his feet, reaching out to find the wall.]

[offline]

[makemehrrr.livejournal.com]

There's already enough sugar in there, Mister Break.

[Finally seating himself, snapping into one of those gingersnaps.]

Cake? Strawberry chocolate was managed.