[The blackberry feed shows a small girl, red-eyed, golden-haired, and utterly still. You might be forgiven for mistaking her for the dead when she finally does sit up, eyes going from distant and achingly empty to- well, still pained, but with more than a hint of alarm.] ...Excuse me, but-- where is this? It's... not where I think I'm supposed to
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I'm Oz by the way, it's nice to meet you.
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[....she's brought another kid in?! what the hell is she playing at?!
And... wait. did she say...]
A familiar? Are you a witch? [It's not demanding, just a question.]
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[She shakes her head at the question, though.] I'm a mage.
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A mage. Okay. [different words for the same thing, really. By now he's used to the fact there's different magics and that they work differently, so he's assuming that rather than OMGTHISLITTLEKIDGOTINWITHDEMONSANDESSENTIALLYSOLDHERSOULYUBUHDBUHSFVSDHV] what's your name, kid?
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