saxon capper :) (sackson) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-01-12 06:53:00 |
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WHO: Saxon Capper, international man of mystery (wales counts)
WHAT: Setting up stuff to 'help' Baz.
WHEN: This morning.
WHERE: WWN
In all truth, Saxon hadn't really had to adjust much of his routine to carry out the friendly encouragement to get Baz to quit his job. He hadn't heard too much about it, but he'd kept a few ideas on hold for if it had turned out to be more of an arseache than anticipated. It was definitely that. Still, these were childish things to do to someone, mucking about that may not be interpreted properly but strangulation on the whole tended to leave very little room for misinterpretation. He would have to be more careful about it, like, in case the wrong person ended up on it but it was a step up from the rest of the week. He was trying to get through this week without something too big happening but it was looking more and more like it would have to happen, potential casualties aside. He needed to make a statement and being of the male persuasion, a little black dress wasn’t the way to do it regardless of how fabulous he’d look in one.
He rolled into the Slug and Lettuce at just before four in the morning, a good hour before he usually did. The routine only varied in times, so this wouldn’t be out of the ordinary - he’d shown up here still drunk from the night before, downed a shit ton of coffee and gone to WWN to lie on the couch till go time with a sign declaring a bitter and violent end to anyone who bothered him before that.
“Where to you off now?” It was always the same barista. Maybe they kept clones of her in the back, charming her awake and infusing her annoying amounts of cheerfulness.
“Work,” Saxon grunted. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and thought (not for the first time) that they missed a trick with masks sometimes. The whole black on black, permanent black suitcases under his eyes really committed to the whole aesthetic and he couldn’t even use it to look more impressive.
The glowering didn’t shut down the conversation any faster, but he had his precious caffeine so who gives a shit?
He rolled up to the offices, the usual night crew mostly absorbed by their own thing to give him much notice. With no interns to abuse on the night shift, it was easier to move around here. Getting into the chairs was easy enough, but the charm was a bit convoluted. The chair would have to quickly choke, but not to the point of death. It would respond a full a minute into him talking, so plenty of time for him to say something to piss everyone off. It was a tricky bit of wandwork, that. He’d have to talk to Rosier and all, and check his guests. Maintaining a friendship was so much work.
It was nearing five when he was done, but he didn’t tend to saunter back up to the office for his morning reads for a mite yet. There was still one more thing he could do, one more thing to set up and trigger. He’d have to set it to a word trigger, and hope it didn’t backfire. If it did, he was in the shit along with everyone else. It shouldn’t be deadly, but people can live without extremities, right? He wouldn’t like to try, but maybe they can just attach them.
After all, wasn’t the whole point how much better magic was? If something went wrong, he could always spin it. He was good at that.