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She needed someone to orchestrate necessary changes and keep track of information and its flow, and take any findings to the King. Yeah. King. Of ENGLAND. Whose name /happened to be/ Brian Braddock. Also, if you may recall, known as Captain Britain. We got on fine except for my missing his wedding, there, so I thought 'Oh well at least I get to hang about those two again' - those two being Brian and Meggan - 'can wish them well, and la.'
I did not stop to think 'Oi! Hold off! Braddock's not King!'. You may recall my having mentioned the hangover.
So yeah for the past three years, mostly, I've been His Majesty's Spymaster and personal secretary-slash-bodyguard. In another fucking dimension. That doesn't exist anymore because it wasn't meant to, or -- fuck if I know, I can't understand this Star Trek bollocks. The important thing is that it was all people from *here*, from 616, but none of them remembered the world I remembered. They didn't remember me. So I had to be pleasant, and dutiful, and courteous and deferential and loyal and well-spoken. And it was practically Elizabethan, except the clothing was more Victorian so I couldn't dress like anything but a history-wank reenactment poof. And I couldn't smoke except sometimes a bloody /pipe/, and I /could not afford/ to let my judgement lapse in the slightest-- yeah, no drinking either.
I did not stop to think 'Oi! Hold off! Braddock's not King!'. You may recall my having mentioned the hangover.
So yeah for the past three years, mostly, I've been His Majesty's Spymaster and personal secretary-slash-bodyguard. In another fucking dimension. That doesn't exist anymore because it wasn't meant to, or -- fuck if I know, I can't understand this Star Trek bollocks. The important thing is that it was all people from *here*, from 616, but none of them remembered the world I remembered. They didn't remember me. So I had to be pleasant, and dutiful, and courteous and deferential and loyal and well-spoken. And it was practically Elizabethan, except the clothing was more Victorian so I couldn't dress like anything but a history-wank reenactment poof. And I couldn't smoke except sometimes a bloody /pipe/, and I /could not afford/ to let my judgement lapse in the slightest-- yeah, no drinking either.
