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[confined_to_briah]

( Alexiel is glaring at her communicator, her eyes glowing malevolently. She is sitting at a bar and a number of empty (and large) cups are scattered in front of her. )

I don't feel anything. ( Drunk or otherwise. No, that's not true, actually. She's still pissed off and the alcohol only splashes against the barrier of her rage. Useless. )

Nothing can make this better. ( She shoves the cups off of the bar and stands up. As the glass shatters on impact, she stands up. Immediately, the room spins and she covers her mouth with her hand, coughing.

So she had been wrong. There is an effect. It's just not the one she wants. )

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[valentineluke]

Welcome to take a room at Oh Aces for however long you need to sober up.

[confined_to_briah]

( She isn't feeling very gracious, sorry Luke, but she does give the camera a brief nod. )

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[indecent_butterfly]

[You should have returned to the castle last night Alexiel...they have company.]

One of two might. Setsuna is here. [And if ne is not as down as ne had been of late there is more than enough reason for why.] And Ones Lord.

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[confined_to_briah]

( So her senses hadn't been lying.

Damn it all. )

Why are they here? Are they staying or visiting?

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[indecent_butterfly]

Visiting or so it seems.

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[confined_to_briah]

Then... ( She doesn't know if she wants to see them.

Well, no, of course she wants to see them. But watching them disappear again...

Something had broken in her before. )

[beyourarmy]

Hey.... What are you trying to make better?

[confined_to_briah]

...Setsuna. ( Her voice suddenly sounds ragged and there might be the trace of something shining in her eyes. ) You're here.

[beyourarmy]

[His own voice is kind of soft and weighted.] Yeah.... For now.

[confined_to_briah]

Where are you? I... ( She's throwing her oaths aside. ) I need to see you.

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[mortemscintilla]

[ His expression betrays neither surprise nor concern. But it's there, all the same. Both things -- her outburst and the wealth of empty cups -- are a depressingly familiar sight. ]

[ Eventually, dryly, ]

Tomato juice, hot sauce and beer help, actually.

[ He's talking about something to stop the spins, Alexiel. ]

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[confined_to_briah]

( She wrinkles her nose and closes her eyes. )

That would make me throw up. ( And she is trying to avoid that like the plague. ) This weekend is difficult.

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[mortemscintilla]

Difficult. But not impossible to deal with.

[ In his twenty-odd years, he's already learnt that lesson. No matter how miserable you are, how bleak your prospects seem, how much you just want everything to stop -- the world carries on turning, an indifferent and irresistible current. Carrying you along with it. ]

[ It's your choice to either sink or swim. ]

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[confined_to_briah]

I never said it was impossible.

( She has dealt with far, far worse than this. Yet that doesn't make it anymore palatable. )

Has someone visited you?

[Video; I apologize my muse is a butt.]

[theonewhodied]

How ugly.

[Video; Be a butt. She's better off angry. ;3 ]

[confined_to_briah]

Passing judgement on me, are you?

[Video; fortunately, he doesn't need an invitation!]

[theonewhodied]

Of course! That is god's job, you know.

[Video; aw and I sent one already! It was golden too.]

[confined_to_briah]

You consider yourself god?

action!!! let me know if you'd rather a video/network response!

[shall_yield_us]

[ Thankfully for a grateful staff, there is a white flag in wave before the ever willing instrument of the 'crush, kill, destroy' phase of their much needed redecoration plans.

Alternatively, a handkerchief that Rosiel lets tremble off the very tips of carefully manicured fingers.

Sister or nay, that's very gross, Alexiel. ]

...my, my. Such a mess El's chosen make.

( Action is always okay with Rosiel. <3 )

[confined_to_briah]

( Her life is quite gross, yes. But she has ceased to care about her outward appearance, though, let's face it, even when she's drunk, she's stunning. A curse of the angels, perhaps. )

... ( Slowly, she lifts her head and focuses on him. Is that...? Is she hallucinating? )

Brother? ( How is this possible? Her throat constricts and she reaches out for him, her calloused hand less steady than she would like. )

ooooooh, special treatment :' )

[shall_yield_us]

[ Less steady, and missing, it would seem, by a wide margin - until, being the sweet, devoted brother (best recall this when you've your wits about you, Alexiel) that he's always been, he tilts conveniently, just so her hand can grasp his arm.

The handkerchief returns, and he wipes it over her brow with the care of a master who's attended to a horde of robotic tentacles before her - and, possibly, to a cherubim child. ]

Hmmmm? You've more, if you don't know the one? Oh, no, no, no, no - don't answer. I refuse the answer. I'll not have your theology, not your writings, not your spells - nothing that's born of blood and bone and semen and earth, and none of that, you hear me? [ And just in case she doesn't, more handkerchief patting, because it apparently helps with just that malaise. ] Nothing will persuade that we are all in Atziluth as brothers. El help me, but to think: brother to Sevotharte, while our good Minister still dons those veils, darling? I'd die.

always and forever <3 even in death, bro.

[confined_to_briah]

( Her brow furrows and she stays very still, her gaze taking in his features. What does he remember? Where does he come from? Has her promise been fulfilled? The questions burn within her, begging for an answer, but the way he speaks causes a chill to climb her spine.

Raising her hands, she cups his face between her palms, expression stern. )

You and I are different; we always have been. ( She smoothes over his hair, almost as if she is trying to soothe him. ) Sevotharte was born of different circumstances. He ( She ) is none of your concern.

Tell me, Rosiel, how do you feel?

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[bedsidemanners]

Come on, now, Alexiel, you won't leave any for the patrons at this rate.

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[confined_to_briah]

I don't care about them.

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[bedsidemanners]

No? What sorrow are you trying to drown, anyway?