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Predictable, I suppose, but then again some trends do have their uses.

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...I have little doubt that I shall regret asking, but nonetheless:


'Truth or Dare'?



[ooc: Off to work. Will catch tags tonight. <3]

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This fog obviously has a distinctly magical source. It's true that this could be said of most of the curses I've seen thus far, but this time the magical presence feels much more tangible.

I don't like it. Water should stay where it belongs. Namely away from me. Physical discomfort aside, when one employs such methods, there is generally something being hidden.

The last time I saw a fog such as this, the world was nearly destroyed soon after. While I somehow doubt that's what's going on here, it's still quite a comforting thought, isn't it?

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Spending the majority of my time in the library here--or "the Academy" as it's formally called--has actually been somewhat enjoyable, though I really should find someone to stay with who isn't too much of bother, who'll give me my space and doesn't mind feeding me regularly. And who doesn't have children, horrid little things, eternally grabbing at tails and poking at eyes and squeezing unpleasantly tight and crying when justifiably swiped at. It truly houses an impressive collection, one even more thorough than the Great Library of the Clayr, and that is no small accomplishment. It can be annoying though, and I've found that if I don't pick up a book that looks interesting precisely when I see it, I won't find it again until I don't want it anymore. And if I leave a book lying out while I go off to chase a passing mouse, which populate the stacks more heavily than many would expect pursue other interests, more often than not it's gone once I come back.

And I get the feeling that it isn't because any over-ambitious library assistant picked it up either. That would be too simple an explanation for a place like this. And there aren't any Charter sendings here to blame it on, either, or else I probably would, worthless, senile old things that burned the cream more often than not and insisted on cooking my fish half the time even though they knew I prefer them raw.

I do wonder if there are other things in this library, as there were in the Great Library...someone blundering about and releasing a Stilken or some other Free Magic creature would certainly be something to see, though I doubt anyone here would be able to figure out how to deal with it, and if anyone knew that I knew how then it would be back to the way things used to be back home, all the balking and complaining and 'Oh Mogget, I've done something foolish again and you simply must help, despite the fact that I probably won't be grateful in the least once this is all over.'

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It would seem this City has seen fit to bestow one of its curses upon me, because I'm going on just like the rest of the idiots on the Network today, though at least my thoughts are worthwhile, unlike so many others I've seen.


[Strikes are visible today, of course. :D]

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...Why am I not surprised. It makes sense, after all. Nothing less than I deserve. Make one "wrong" choice, and pay for it for all eternity. Finally freed from millennia of servitude only to find myself whisked away to Charter knows where and contained by another type of magic, this one entirely foreign to me. It has nothing of the Charter to it, yet the strength of it is unlike anything I have ever encountered.

As for the Charter itself...I still feel it, but more indistinctly, as if it's only around when I'm in the area, and even then it feels a bit off. Like it is and it isn't at the same time. Or perhaps it only wasn't because no one recognised it for what it was, and now it can be since I know that it is.

I do wonder how much power it has here. Its presence is undeniable, if a little less solid than usual, yet despite that, none of the various machines that fill this city seem to be breaking down as they did back in Ancelstierre.

Interesting.

In any case, assuming this...device...that I was given is indeed still working as it should--I don't suppose anyone who might be listening knows of a good place to get some fish? I would prefer trout, but I suppose salmon would do, so long as it's fresh.