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[confined_to_briah]

( There's a small groan of frustration and Alexiel appears on the feed, running a hand through her hair. She has isolated herself for over a month, barely leaving Hatter's mansion - except for work, of course. But it's time things changed, so she's back out on the street, taking in the goings on around her. )

Kurai... Michael... Hatter...

If you see this, I would like to speak to you.

( Let's face it - depression or overwhelming sadness isn't new to her, but this lack of purpose is. She seems lost without her heart and her sword. )

I'm beginning to lose my sense of how things used to be.

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[gotashortfuse]

Oi. You called?

private;

[mortemscintilla]

I was starting to wonder if some world wasn't one angel richer.

[ Long time, no see, Alexiel. ]

[confined_to_briah]

( That attitude is comforting. She smirks to herself. )

You haven't changed.

[gotashortfuse]

Duh. I'm Michael.

private;

[confined_to_briah]

( She considers what she wants to say, expression unreadable. )

I thought I might lose myself in the silence.

( A beat. )

I didn't talk much when I was in the garden.

[confined_to_briah]

And Michael you shall always be.

I envy that.

[gotashortfuse]

...Eh? Why?

[confined_to_briah]

I have never been simply myself.

[gotashortfuse]

No one has but me. That's why I'm the greatest.

[confined_to_briah]

Who knows, you might be.

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[gotashortfuse]

Yeah I a-

[gotashortfuse]

The fuck is wrong with you?

[confined_to_briah]

I'm feeling detached from everything. ( Like nothing holds weight or matters. )

[gotashortfuse]

Is this a girl problem?

[indecent_butterfly]

You have but to talk, One shall hear.

[confined_to_briah]

Sex has nothing to do with it.

[confined_to_briah]

Are we dreaming, Hatter? Or are we awake?

[gotashortfuse]

Okay, okay.

But I don't do that comforting thing. So no hugs and crap.

[confined_to_briah]

I didn't ask for one.

[gotashortfuse]

[Loooooooooooong pause and then...]

Wanna blow shit up?

[indecent_butterfly]

If it is a dream it is not of Ones making. Or choice.

[confined_to_briah]

That I wouldn't mind.

[confined_to_briah]

Then a nightmare, perhaps. One we share; one we cannot escape.

[gotashortfuse]

Okay. Meet ya at the entrance ta the Underground.

[confined_to_briah]

I'll be there. ( Her fire has been dampened but maybe some violence will bring her blood to a boiling point again. It's strange that she only feels truly alive in conflict. Then again, considering her history, it isn't surprising.

She is soon standing at the entrance, leaning against the wall. Nanatsusaya is tied around her waist, but as far as she is concerned, it's nothing but an empty vessel. )