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Characters: Irving Braxiatel (trechier) and Bernice Summerfield (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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[collector]

"If you like. As I said, they're peaceful, and they certainly wouldn't hurt me." Arrogance and confidence. Two things he had pushed himself to project during his imprisonment, two things, he knew, he had faltered in showing. He needed to give that sense of security back. Braxiatel was never afraid and always in control, so he smiled, arrogant, and strode out to the Khalkotauroi showing no signs of fear. And if Braxiatel was safe, would he allow any harm to come to his favourite archaeologist?

Of course not.

Braxiatel held a hand out to one of the giant bulls, slow and careful without showing any signs of actual cautiousness. When the bull was content with that, he ran his hand over the side of its face.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" he called back to Benny.