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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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Comments

[thraxios]

Most recently, Mélusine.

[kethedammit]

Lighthill or higher?

[thraxios]

Yes.

[Gideon could lie, he supposes, but he only sees pitfalls coming of trying.]

[kethedammit]

[...Oh, shit.]

Higher north, or higher... up?

[thraxios]

I lived in the Mirador. I spent some time in the Lower City, however.

[kethedammit]

...Why?

[thraxios]

[...There's an answer that would take far too much time and result in little good. Gideon decides not to use it.]

A friend needed help.

[kethedammit]

You gotta get better friends.

[thraxios]

Do you think so?

[kethedammit]

I dunno, do all your friends take you places where you'll get robbed?

[thraxios]

Only when they know where they're going.

[kethedammit]

Yeah, see, you definitely need better friends. You can probably afford 'em.

[thraxios]

It doesn't matter at this point, but I'll keep that in mind.

What's your name?

[kethedammit]

Uh, okay, Messire Mystery. I'm Umberto. You got a name for your own self?

[thraxios]

Gideon Thraxios. It's a pleasure.

[Or it was, anyway. WE'LL SEE ABOUT NOW. :|]

[kethedammit]

You Kekropian?

[thraxios]

Originally.

[kethedammit]

What's it like there?

[thraxios]

The land itself is lovely. The Grasslands are very different from what you've seen in Mélusine; it goes on as far as the eye can see, and little other than plants live there.

[kethedammit]

So there's grass and trees, is what you're saying. You got bears?

[thraxios]

Perhaps. I never saw them if we did.

[kethedammit]

I always heard that forests were full up on bears.

[thraxios]

It's a long time since I was in a Kekropian forest. I'll defer to you.

[kethedammit]

Hey, I ain't never been in any forest.

[thraxios]

To popular knowledge, then.

What do you think of Paradisa?