What? (Hwat?)
An exploration of the second Postulate.
Caesura, master Alignmatist, slayer of Old Ones, son of Ragadahn, Higri, and two mothers who will not be named at this time. Uh, was walking! Yes, that's it. Caesura was walking down the streets of Absalom Station, his alligator shoes tapping against the concrete of the upper districts, where the air was filtered and the faces were more plastic than flesh.
He was also clapping his hands, covering his eyes, and being an all-around public nuisance.
Caesura: "Nicky! Nicky so Thiccy! The Terris Terror! No? Fuck!"
A passing businesswoman gave Caesura a wide berth, and a very lazy member of Absalom Station PD made a note of the incident on his comm unit, without getting up to intervene. The youth--
Caesura: "The youth? Dude, how old are you?"
Technically younger than you.
Caesura: "I'm two people in one body!"
Still true.
Caesura: "Shut up! Nicky Ticky Tavvy? God, I don't remember how this works!"
Teenagers were recording Caesura, and making fun of his erratic behavior. Which is precisely why Nicholas Carter came running around the block, signal jammers pulsing beneath his trench coat, and pulled Caesura into a nearby office. It was one of many that House Terris just happened to own, due to their lucrative real estate deals with the--
Caesura: "Ow! That's prime material you're twisting, Nicky."
Nicholas Carter: "What in the Hell are you doing?"
Caesura: "I have to ask you-- Was it really necessary to link that? I don't think he meant Hell with the big H, chief."
Nicholas Carter: "What?"
Caesura: "I wasn't talking to you! Also, that's my question! But I'm gonna bold it, don't worry." It was necessary. Caesura: "Debatable. Any road... What did you want, Nic?" In violation of the law, Nicholas Carter slapped Caesura in the left side of his face with an open hand -- which counts as... Assault? Caesura: "Ow! Way too fast! My safe word is clementine!"
Nicholas Carter: "You've got about 3 seconds--"
Caesura: "Woah, that's a countdown!" As Caesura is currently indisposed, it falls to me to describe the scene. Caesura -- fearing he would miss the prompt at the end of his countdown -- has swiftly unzipped his pants, and stuck his fingers inside. Now Nicholas Carter is burning Caesura's hand with a cigarette butt, and checking him in the temple with a gun. Oh-- Caesura: "Okay, okay! Okay!" Nicholas Carter released a low, warning grunt, the safety on his pistol clicked to the "danger zone" setting. Caesura: "Okay! I got it. I'm sorry. Give me a second, I have to go to the secret chat." Switching to secret mode, Caesura's lips move with abandon, and the dreamscape responds. I would love to share it with you here, but alas... Nicholas Carter only watched, an eyebrow raising in silence, his patience wearing thin. Caesura: "I remember! What do I need to get to Rufus Geldenleaf?"
Nicholas Carter: "Don't you mean wh--"
Caesura: "No! No. That's the third one." It's actually the fourth. Caesura: "Fourth? Why are we going in-- Sorry. The question?"
Nicholas Carter: "I have a phone, Caesura."
Caesura: "The Postulates don't work over phones, you know that. Or... Fuck. You know that now?" Nicholas Carter smiled, and relit one of his foul-smelling pixie cigarettes. The energy of the Postulate built in the air as the detective exhaled glittering smoke, and dug his hand into one of his many, many, many pockets. Caesura: "That's a lot of pockets." In a rather rude way, Nicholas Carter let the jab fall unremarkably, and placed a small pouch in Caesura's hand. Caesura: "Is that a tea bag?" When he looked up, Nicholas Carter had gone. Caesura: "Groovy. Well... Next time?" On the Golden Inquisition.
Nicholas Carter: "What in the Hell are you doing?"
Caesura: "I have to ask you-- Was it really necessary to link that? I don't think he meant Hell with the big H, chief."
Nicholas Carter: "What?"
Caesura: "I wasn't talking to you! Also, that's my question! But I'm gonna bold it, don't worry." It was necessary. Caesura: "Debatable. Any road... What did you want, Nic?" In violation of the law, Nicholas Carter slapped Caesura in the left side of his face with an open hand -- which counts as... Assault? Caesura: "Ow! Way too fast! My safe word is clementine!"
Nicholas Carter: "You've got about 3 seconds--"
Caesura: "Woah, that's a countdown!" As Caesura is currently indisposed, it falls to me to describe the scene. Caesura -- fearing he would miss the prompt at the end of his countdown -- has swiftly unzipped his pants, and stuck his fingers inside. Now Nicholas Carter is burning Caesura's hand with a cigarette butt, and checking him in the temple with a gun. Oh-- Caesura: "Okay, okay! Okay!" Nicholas Carter released a low, warning grunt, the safety on his pistol clicked to the "danger zone" setting. Caesura: "Okay! I got it. I'm sorry. Give me a second, I have to go to the secret chat." Switching to secret mode, Caesura's lips move with abandon, and the dreamscape responds. I would love to share it with you here, but alas... Nicholas Carter only watched, an eyebrow raising in silence, his patience wearing thin. Caesura: "I remember! What do I need to get to Rufus Geldenleaf?"
Nicholas Carter: "Don't you mean wh--"
Caesura: "No! No. That's the third one." It's actually the fourth. Caesura: "Fourth? Why are we going in-- Sorry. The question?"
Nicholas Carter: "I have a phone, Caesura."
Caesura: "The Postulates don't work over phones, you know that. Or... Fuck. You know that now?" Nicholas Carter smiled, and relit one of his foul-smelling pixie cigarettes. The energy of the Postulate built in the air as the detective exhaled glittering smoke, and dug his hand into one of his many, many, many pockets. Caesura: "That's a lot of pockets." In a rather rude way, Nicholas Carter let the jab fall unremarkably, and placed a small pouch in Caesura's hand. Caesura: "Is that a tea bag?" When he looked up, Nicholas Carter had gone. Caesura: "Groovy. Well... Next time?" On the Golden Inquisition.
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