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Chirping
Quote: "It would be horrible. I know I couldn't handle the stress of not being able to cook every other night." Sarcasm was oozing out of her voice.
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"Ah. Well it just reminded me that sometimes people talk while I'm trying to talk.." She twirled a lock of hair around her finger lazily,"So take it however you want. Don't read into what I say too much."
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(Yep yep)
About five minutes later Aesacus was sat down in a metal chair in across the table from Axel. It was a small room, painted a dull color of gray, with a one way mirror on the wall. Aesacus leaned back so he was only resting on two legs of his chair,"Long time no see, Axel." Axel's gaze snapped up off of the files he had just been scanning,"Long time no see, sir." He corrected. Aesacus put his hand to his heart,"Oh Axel I'm touched. No need to call me sir. We're all friends here." Axel gritted his teeth and motioned to one of the guards. Before Aesacus could reacted, his arm was held down and his shirt slightly pulled back, exposing his forearm. A syringe was gently pricking the sensitive skin of the underside of his forearm. Axel remained as cool as a cucumber,"Come now. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." This technique tended to work well with this greek. It was called "the Twilight Zone". A hallucinogen that trapped him in some sort of a walking dream. Or usually in his case a walking nightmare. Seers tended to have worse dreams than most people, but when you understood what these dreams meant and knew they would come to pass, it made it much much worse. Aesacus looked up, his throat dry,"What do you want from me..?" He whispered. Axel leaned forward slightly in his chair,"Just tell me what you see." At his cue, the guard released the liquid into the seers bloodstream.