http://brandyhabit.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] brandyhabit.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shifted_logs2010-05-20 11:00 pm

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Characters: Irving Braxiatel ([livejournal.com profile] trechier) and Bernice Summerfield ([livejournal.com profile] brandyhabit)
Location: The Collection
Time: after merging
Summary: Waking up in a merged reality is crazy.
Warnings: Swearing and cliches and other terrifying things?



Benny burst through the doors of Irving Braxiatel's office in what some might call a huff. She did not care. She did not care for the calm and pleasant walk to his office. She did not care for the ease of moving around. Well actually, she cared for them a great deal. It was just rather maddening when you expect otherwise and you are treated like a mad woman for questioning the status quo.

"Braxiatel. I've come to have words with you!"

She paused at her phrasing. Who the hell talks like that? She didn't, she knew that. Even Jason created smoother dialogue than that in The Seven Tentacles of Sin. The fact that she even was aware of what accounted for dialogue in anything Jason wrote was a matter disturbing in its own special way and not to be addressed at this point in time. No, there were far more pressing matters.

"Let me redact and rephrase that to be as clear as possible," Benny said with a wave of her hands.

The morning had not been what she was expecting. From the moment Peter woke her to the moment Adrian came and took him to school it had all seemed so dream like. She wasn't sure if it was a cruel dream. Stop it Benny. You're scaring him. If Benny weren't so knocked over by the morning she would've had some retort for Adrian at that, she would've been fast enough to cling onto Peter and keep him home for a very long time. She wasn't though. She didn't realize she was really awake until after the door had shut behind Adrian, after she finally moved to go out the door and catch them, after she had seen the two of them disappear into the bustle of the Collection. Human and non-human, happy, smiling, looking at her like she was mad, Jason so beautifully and stupidly confused when she hugged him out of the blue. She had done a bang up job this morning of convincing quite a few people she was out of her mind.

"I will put this as eloquently as I can manage. What the HELL is going on here?"
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[personal profile] collector 2010-05-22 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Certainly not. They're really quite peaceful, when unprovoked." Braxiatel set his pace to that of a stroll as he navigated the Mansionhouse's corridors. It had taken him a month to get used to his freedom of movement, his freedom from surveillance and intimidation. It had taken him less than a minute to once again act like he was in control, like he was always in control. He only hoped that Benny could soon feel comfortable at home again.

Braxiatel guided Benny down the Mansionhouse steps. The weather was beautiful, on Braxiatel's command. Over the green pastures, large bulls with hooves and mouths of bronze grazed, apparently at ease. There was no sign of the breath of fire they could wipe out their enemies with. Braxiatel wore a proud smile, one that would be terribly familiar to anyone who knew him: he was very happy with his acquisition.