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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

[kethedammit]

Yeah, I'm real touched, seeing as how you care so much, but I ain't gonna go for a stroll with a fire hocus just for shits and giggles, sorry.

[wishmadeinfire]

I am not a hocus, thank you, and I can't very well let you wander around and get lost or otherwise fall prey to one of the Castle's little pranks.

[kethedammit]

D'you use lucifers?

[wishmadeinfire]

Dare I ask what those are?

[kethedammit]

Uh, the Midlanders call 'em 'matches' and the Kekropians call 'em 'micciae'.

[wishmadeinfire]

Matches... oh, I think I know what you mean. And no, I don't. I've never had to.

_{[ He can light things on his own. It makes starting fires when one is camping so much easier. ]}

[kethedammit]

Then you're a hocus.

[wishmadeinfire]

Very well then, I am a hocus, but only because I am not going to continue to entertain this ridiculous argument.

[kethedammit]

Okay, glad we got that settled, you can go off'n make a bonfire in somebody's house now.

[wishmadeinfire]

Somebody else's house? How do you know this house is not mine?

[kethedammit]

Because you'd have to be pretty fuck stupid to set your own damn house on fire?

[wishmadeinfire]

I can wish for a new house, or rebuild.

_{[ At this point, he miiiight be having a bit of fun with this. ]}

[kethedammit]

Must be nice to be a hocus. [Said mulishly.]

[wishmadeinfire]

Oh, I don't do that. My house does it for me. It's magic too, you see.