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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]

Uh, okay. Explain about that future stuff first.

[lord_wizard]

The magic here allows for it. People can be from the same place but arrive at a different time.

[the more succinct he can be about it, the better, he figures]

[kethedammit]

Oh, so like in Emille and the Scriveners. Okay, you gotta tell me something you'd only know if'n you met me when I was older. [Which is, if Felix knows the story, exactly what happens in the story of Emille and the Scriveners.]

[lord_wizard]

[His remembrance of old Lower City stories is vague at this point, especially after gradual exposure to other things.]

How would you know if it's true, if it hasn't happened to you yet?

[kethedammit]

Cause I done told you something only I'd know. [Duh, Felix. Now safely in the realm of stories and legends, Mildmay feels much more at ease with the idea of having a weird future hocus brother. Maybe they rob houses together.]

[lord_wizard]

[He has to consider this a moment. He and Mildmay did not tend to discuss their lives in much detail. Usually, any mention of Lower City was fraught with pain. More for him than his brother, he mentally modified.]

Some people call you Fox. [He did no mention one of those people was his Keeper. The less association he had with that woman, the better]

[kethedammit]

Shit. You're for real, ain't you?

[lord_wizard]

No fooling. [He uses the slang intentionally]

[kethedammit]

Okay. So what d'you want? I know this ain't stories where we go off and fight dragons, now. [But his tone suggests fondness. A brother! Family! This cleanly makes up for Felix being a hocus.]

[lord_wizard]

Hopefully not. [But said with a chuckle! Honestly, Mildmay...]

Forget what I want. What do you want?

[kethedammit]

Uh, I dunno. Can I meetcha?

[lord_wizard]

[He hadn't entirely expected that, but he's also partly happy to hear that]

Of course.

[kethedammit]

Okay. And no hexing or nothing. A place with other people innit. [He trusts you, Felix, but not... a lot.]

[lord_wizard]

No hexing. I promise.

[Ugh, privacy would be better, but he'll take what he can get. Grudgingly.]

If you wish. The lobby? That would be the big room with the staircases on the bottom floor.

[kethedammit]

Okay, I'll be there. [And he is, doing knife tricks in one hand, a cover for his own nervousness.]

action forever

[lord_wizard]

[It would have been easy to miss Mildmay if it weren't for the knife tricks, a nondescript as he is currently, though he can't be sure he approves. He knows what that led to.]

Careful with that. [It's as good an opener as any]

[kethedammit]

[Mildmay looks up with an exaggerated frown.] I can handle it! [He's the best with a knife in Britomart, just ask him!]

[lord_wizard]

[Pass.]

All right...but at least put it away while we talk.

[kethedammit]

Course. I ain't that- that stupid. [With a flick of his wrist, the knife disappears into Mildmay's boot.] You my brother?

[lord_wizard]

That would be me, yes. [This is strange enough that he does not answer with a catty "who else would I be?"]

[kethedammit]

And you know me when I'm grown? [This lights a spark of excitement in Mildmay-- what kind of person does he grow into? Felix can tell him.]

[lord_wizard]

Yes. In about...oh...how old are you now? [The benchmark isn't just for his brother]

[kethedammit]

Just an indiction shy of my second septad. How old're you?

[lord_wizard]

Ah. About...thirty one? That would be...hm...four septads and three. [ugh Lower City math]

[kethedammit]

I know your flashie numbers, yout don't gotta read me. [He speaks with some pride-- he may not know his letters, but he can manage his numbers something fine.] And how old'm I when you know me?