[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[al_truism]

[The only response for a moment is a deep sigh. He lets Break reorient himself completely up, waiting for him.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[He turns and starts tracing the wall back towards the front door, serenely.]

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[al_truism]

[Al lingers for a few moments, making sure that Break can get himself around. He's been known to knock people out like that -- he could have really hurt him.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[He's leaning on the wall rather heavily. The world is dark- but still seems to spin somehow. T he doorknob takes a second to find.]

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[al_truism]

[It's just some random house. Al feels a clench in his heart, and goes after him.]

... I'll leave after I'm done, but I need to make sure you're safe here.

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

If you walk through this door, I'm walking right out of it.

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[al_truism]

And if you get hurt or die because an unstable house collapsed on you, today will be worse.

[Flatly. He doesn't cross the doorway, but he slaps his hands together, then puts a hand on the brick of the wall. There's a flash of light that Break may or may not be able to see, the customary crack of alchemy, and the sound of the house settling into its foundation. Al shakily pulls his hand back. It's not often that he doesn't so much at once.]

There. Done.

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

My hero.

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[al_truism]

You've been mine.

[It's short, clipped, and he turns to walk away.]