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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.]
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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Date: 2011-10-05 03:53 am (UTC)He doesn't say a word, doesn't apologize.]
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Date: 2011-10-05 03:55 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2011-10-05 03:59 am (UTC)[Offline]
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Date: 2011-10-05 04:16 am (UTC)... I'll leave after I'm done, but I need to make sure you're safe here.
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Date: 2011-10-05 04:18 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-10-05 04:23 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2011-10-05 04:32 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-10-05 04:38 am (UTC)[It's short, clipped, and he turns to walk away.]