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[noirant]

[ Politics and wars are one thing, but magic is quite another; some thirsts aren't slaked so easily by squabbling imps and gaudy fabric. Knowledge is power, and power is every wizard's disease.

Felix is far more rumpled than he'd like, and that hair won't unfrizz any time soon, but the words come calm as day: ]

It seems we've all been busy, so I suppose I ought to be brief.

Magic. If you'll indulge the melodramatic imagery, it's as myriad as a hydra's necks, and almost twice as difficult to pin down. Any sort of rigorous survey seems better left for days without a pounding headache. Perhaps instead, we might just speak. 

Tell me what you know about magic. Stories, facts, vicious gossip if you're so disposed. Magic brought us each here, so let us be kind guests and oblige it the conversation.

[ He flashes a wide, tired smile. ]

Unfamiliarity is quite acceptable. I'd just like to hear it from you.

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[caditquaestio]

[ And now for the world's driest, least invested pronouncement: ]

As Fortuna would have it, don Lorenzo's previous engagements conspired to bereave him of this most joyous opportunity to seize misery and squalor.

[ Hmmmmm. ]

And magic.

[ And back to apathy: ]

I present you his apologies and wishes of health.

[noirant]

[ Felix can think of a great many different words to describe this ridiculous state of affairs, and the castle's tedious gloom. 'Squalor' doesn't quite make the list. ]

Gracious, I suppose I must accept them. The don must be a man of great wealth and taste. Certainly such would enjoy the court.

[ Purple and more fucking purple, with perhaps a touch of black for good measure. Felix can feel a hundred Marathine decorators cry out in pain. ]

[caditquaestio]

Yes, don Lorenzo is... [ An increasingly deep-thrusting thorn between the Borgia ribs. ] All that you have said. More.

If your little act should earn his laughs, he might well patron you. Though I should warn you he prefers a troupe to the lone man. He is blood of the bankers. Numbers amuse him.

[noirant]

Then I'm afraid that I must disappoint; my work is spoken for in matters of state. I trust the Don finds amusement enough of his servants.

[ What a pleasant smile. ]

[caditquaestio]

An actor-statesman?

...yes, there were two before. Madmen, but servants of stage and state. Perhaps you'll fit.

[noirant]

All politics is madness, darling.

[ There's no heart behind it. He is so done. going to angrily write about u on his tumblr cesare ]

[caditquaestio]

Shhhhh. Madmen shouldn't make reason.



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