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[kethedammit]

[His voice is high-pitched and excited, with each word spoken strongly and clearly. It's the voice of a young boy, one whose voice hasn't yet broken, though it's beginning to; it cracks several times during the span of the post.]

Nikah told me a story about a haunted book, once; he said that's what happens to hocuses when they read too much and then they die in their libraries and nobody finds the body for days and days. And then their ghosts get trapped in the books, see, and the books all start talking and shit, and that's why the Mirador declares a-po-sta-sy sometimes, because then a hocus'll read the haunted books, and his head'll all get turned around. But I think I'm okay, because I ain't reading none of this and I ain't no hocus and my head's too empty to get turned around by magic anyhow.

Zephyr says... oh, um, nevermind about that shit.

So anyways, this one time, Jeanne-Mer told me about her momma, who she said was a princess, but I don't believe her, though she swears it by the Septad Gate and Mélusine’s cunt all the same. Anyway, she said that her momma lived in a big castle, with all the nice wallpaper and paintings and vases, and pretty people in nice clothes all going about their business. I wonder if that's like this.

[A pause.] Okay, bye.

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dictated;

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ The Mirador? Did he hear that right? If so, this boy must be from Felix's world... but he did not think it was someone new, though it could be. The Castle was an interesting beast, so he threw nothing out the window until it was proven false.. But that LANGUAGE. ]}

Boy... what is your name?

[kethedammit]

Eusteban Ross, why?

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ That didn't fall right on the ears, and so far anyone that had appeared Felix had mentioned in some way or another. Eusteban Ross was not a name, and Mildmay had used a false name too... still... ]}

Curiosity. Several others here have spoken of the Mirador, I thought you might be one of them.

[kethedammit]

[Eusteban Ross is actually an extremely common name in the Lower City, which is why it makes such a good alias. Mildmay, at this age, may be an over-excited, undereducated street urchin, but he's not dumb.]

Well, it ain't exactly Marathat's best-kept secret. I'm guessing you're foreign?

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[Well, let's face it "Harrowgate" had sounded wrong to him at first - odd even. Eusteban Ross did about the same, as did Gideon. Ashura's language was more musical, and he found the names from sharper enunciated cultures hard on the ear at first. ]}

Actually... you are the foreign one - we all are. You are not in your world. This is Paradisa.

[kethedammit]

Yeah, okay, and I'm Jane Teveria. Anyway, d'you know why we all got these fancy books?

[wishmadeinfire]

Well, than I suppose I shall start calling you Jane.

The Castle gives them too us - I suppose for us to communicate more easily between each other.

[kethedammit]

Hey, that's Her Lordship to you.

So talking ain't good enough no more?

[wishmadeinfire]

Her Lordship then, though I rather think I outrank her if that is the case.

We are talking now, but we can do it through distance. You cannot see me, yes? But we're talking now.

dictated; (for now probably)

[lord_wizard]

[At the rate things were going, this could have anyone, but it's the name Zephyr that more or less sells it for him, and leaves him silently cursing all the powers and everything else besides.

Just when he was starting to think he had his feet under him again, the castle had to pull this.]

Never mind what you've been told. What do you think?

[kethedammit]

Not much.

[lord_wizard]

But not nothing.

[kethedammit]

Well, nothing'd make yammering hard, wouldn't it?

[lord_wizard]

You've done quite a bit already. What district are you from?

[kethedammit]

[You're asking with that accent? Pssh.] One'a the ones south've where you're from. What's it matter?

[lord_wizard]

[He'll throw himself off the castle walls before he drops the accent, though both options are vaguely tempting at the moment]

Because I want to know if you are who I think you are.

[kethedammit]

Oh, you're real mysterious, ain't you?

[written forever]

[thraxios]

[Gideon has the forethought to read over the responses before answering. He wouldn't have guessed it was Mildmay from voice alone, but now that he's aware, he thinks he can hear something of the man this boy will become. A very small something, considering that the boy hasn't yet suffered that ruinous scar.

He doesn't bother with writing out short thoughts of one or two words. Mildmay's level of literacy at this age is unknown to him, and he might as well present himself well if he's not going to be recognized anyway.]

What does Zephyr say?

[kethedammit]

Secrets.

[thraxios]

Interesting ones, I hope.

[kethedammit]

....Well, 'course. You don't go 'round with a wackjob name like Zephyr and end up boring.

[thraxios]

No, I suppose you don't.

Is he a friend of yours?

[kethedammit]

Uh. I 'spose he is. He's real clever.

[thraxios]

People with secrets usually are. [They are, after all, the ones clever enough to keep them.]

[kethedammit]

Uh, yeah. Guess you're right.

He says most of Nikah's stories're [Mildmay says the words slowly, trying to get it correctly, just as Zephyr would say it:] sensationalist pablum, and also how books can't be magicked the way they is in Nikah's stories.