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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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[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.

[kethedammit]

Ohh, ain't we all fancy.

Yeah, I kinda noticed the talking part. But why would somebody think up shit like this? Folks get along just fine without.

[wishmadeinfire]

I have been accused of being so, more than once.

I could not say, but the Castle is big and it's influence reaches far. It comes in handy, the journal.

[kethedammit]

Can't imagine why.

And it's so damn important that I gotta talk to every Jeanne and Jean all over this castle?

[wishmadeinfire]

You don't have to, but the option is there if you wish to.

In fact, ever Jeanne and Jean, as you put it, heard your little story just a moment ago.

[kethedammit]

Well, yeah, that's how the books work, don't they? I just wanna know why.

[wishmadeinfire]

That is like asking why the sun rises to the East. It simply does. You have more luck figuring out a cat's motives than the Castle's.

[kethedammit]

So, hocus shit, is what you're saying.

[wishmadeinfire]

Yes, that is the simple way of putting it.

[kethedammit]

[...hmm.]

You ain't a hocus, are you?

[wishmadeinfire]

Not like Felix or Gideon, no. I only control Fire.

[kethedammit]

Fuck, well, good for you, I guess.

[wishmadeinfire]

It has served me well, though you have noting to fear from me. I do not use it much - only in battle.

[kethedammit]

Oh, yeah, that's a comfort.

[wishmadeinfire]

I would hope so.

Now, where are you exactly? Are you lost?

[kethedammit]

I'm in a bigass castle with magic books talking to a warrior hocus who likes to set things on fire. Can't you see through the book, if'n you're so damn curious?

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ It was very, very hard to resist grinding his teeth and wishing to reach through the book and smack Mildmay upside the head. Was he always like this? Felix had been like this, so of course he was like this too. ]}

I do not like setting things on fire, thank you. And no, I can't, but I did not know if you had familiarized yourself already - it would be a natural response to the situation.

[kethedammit]

Oh, so you don't like setting shit on fire, you just do? How's that working out for you?

[Yes, let's... change the subject away from Mildmay's nebulous location.]

[wishmadeinfire]

I don't, I use it for self-defense and battle.

_{[ He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. ]}

Now, again, where are you? I do not think Felix would thank me for letting you run amok - or the rest of the Castle for that matter.

[kethedammit]

So, don't piss you off, is what you're saying.

I'm in a big fucking castle. You got a spider I should know about? I don't run roseblood or any of the harder shit.

[wishmadeinfire]

What in the world is roseblood? And what do you mean 'spider'?

[kethedammit]

...It's blood from a rose, 'course, and a spider's a thing inna web.

[Wow is he not explaining Mélusine's bustling drug trade to a flat.]