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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]

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?

[lord_wizard]

And you, Mildmay, are a pain in the ass.

[kethedammit]

[Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. There is palpable fear in his voice.]

Tell her I'm sorry, I don't know how to get back, I ain't skipping out.

[lord_wizard]

[Well, that got his attention at least]

I don't work for your Keeper. She won't even know you're gone.

[kethedammit]

[Wow, Felix, that does not sound comforting. Panic joins fear in Mildmay's voice:]

I don't know anything! What d'you want? How'd you know me?

[lord_wizard]

[Way to be paranoid, Mildmay. Which honestly he should have thought of. His brother was jumpy even as an adult.]

I am not out to get you. Relax. As for how I know you...that...is complicated.

[kethedammit]

[Mildmay considers this. What did Butterfly used to always say?]

Prove it.

[lord_wizard]

How would you suggest I do that?

[He supposes Mildmay will decide which part he's proving]

[kethedammit]

I dunno, you're the one making all them claims that you ain't gonna chop me up cause you owe Keeper money or... whatever your problem is.

[lord_wizard]

What makes you think I have a problem?

[Well, ok, he has lots, including what's happening right now, but none of them involve murder or Mildmay's snake in the grass keeper, for which he is thankful.]

[kethedammit]

Oh, for fuck's sake. How'd you know my fucking name?

[lord_wizard]

[For a moment the answer almost comes out catty, but he resists]

Because I know you. Or, will know you. You told me about Zephyr once and I took a guess as to your identity.

[kethedammit]

...Is there anybody in this damn place who isn't a fucking hocus?

[lord_wizard]

Plenty. Though naming Mélusine is a good way to attract us, I suppose. [Anyone who knows him, who are largely magic-users of some sort]

But in any case, that isn't why I know.

[kethedammit]

You wanna spill, or d'you wanna wait a bit longer, maybe get out your magic ball and evil laugh, first?

[lord_wizard]

No thank you. [He has to take a deep breath, because wow is his brother at least twice as infuriating without the obvious handicap of the scar curbing his speech]

My mother's name was Methony. Methony Feucoronne.

[kethedammit]

[Felix doesn't get a reply to that for a long time, and then:]

So?

[lord_wizard]

So? So was yours. Though if you don't know that we're in worse shape than I thought.

[kethedammit]

Okay. Whatever, you got me. What d'you want?

[lord_wizard]

[He sighs] Would you believe that I don't entirely know? It's clear you don't believe me, which I cannot entirely fault you for, but it would help if you talked to me.

[kethedammit]

Fuck, why wouldn't I believe you? I just wanna know what you want. What's your damn name?