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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 11:58 pm
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Jeremiah was pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and middle finger, his forefinger rubbing his forehead a little bit. It was not a conversation he was surprised by. Not after Wil had sought him out after Blackfriars. If anything, Wil was probably more protective of Nasir - wanting to see no harm come to the other young man - more than he was of Algie.
Not that that was necessarily true, Jeremiah just knew that if he went too far, Algie would kick his arse before something thought to kick it.
"I would like to state that it's not all murder and torture and council meetings," said Jeremiah, finally speaking. He straightened up, holding himself less like the man Wil normally dealt with and something more than the Chief of Police he was as well. This was Jeremiah Mercer, Noble of the Court of the Sorrowful One.
"Yet it exists and it will, until this ends, continue to exist unless we do something about it. Which we are trying to do. It isn't as if the magic is going to change who you are, Wil, or who Nasir is either. So, yes, it sounds like you're less concerned about the fact that you did not get an invitation and more concerned with how this is going to affect Nasir and yourself. It's completely valid but the only advice I can give you is to either bury your heads or accept it and learn what you can about your magic. I can't offer you reassurances that things cannot go horribly wrong, I'm not going to lie, but I can perhaps help you learn ways to protect Nasir and yourself." It was a bitter truth but Jeremiah was not going to sugar coat it. Times like this, his blunt nature showed through (and it was not always a good thing).
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 6:56 am
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"At least some of what you just said was a lie.." Wil noted, not as mentally lagging as he seemed. His blue eyes, though rimmed red from smoking, were very alert on the older man.
"You said the magic wouldn't change us but you aren't the same.." Physically, no, but the Chief also didn't seem like the same person. The entirety of his noble bearing being presented here and now was a testament to that.
"And all your meetings do is make people fight so I don't really believe that bit either.." Not that he cared about the Charter and it's decision. Not that he knew enough about it to care, but Wil was also not the type to want to strip people of things. Instead he preferred them to keep their status and position and simply use it for his own means given the option.
"Seems like learning more just makes it worse, to be honest." On Jeremiah's offer to help teach them to protect themselves.
Wil then just shrugged. The urge to smoke again was strong, "I'm just venting. I don't really want to be more roped into this crap. But I still want to bond with Bud so I guess I'll deal with that whenever the magical ether of power decides I've done it right. I guess you can call it burying my head, but the alternative seems really shitty. I just want to live and be happy."
Wil tossed his curls with a yawn, "Are you actually happy in all this dumb s**t?"
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