"Not really, no."
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"Dealing with chalk? You tolerate him. As best you can.regsrdless of how frustrating he can be."
"We haven't found any to do that, yet. So. Back to chalk. Why'd you bring him up?"
"Yes. I thoguht they were trying to slip away to steal my brain, no naturally, I had to protect it. Magic isn't a toy. It can lead to going incredibly mad, and this has consequeses... Even after you relax, manage to scrape together your thoguhts, you've usally been hurt you your own madness. And you never quite know what'll push you over the edge."
"... Do you know why I'm blind?"
"And? You're a mage. If you're not crazy now, you will be. We make a life out of cheating reality. It has... consequenses."
"... Now who told you you aren't crazy?"
"Well for one he was the one to carry you all to bed last night, used your body to do it, but there's no mistaking that grin, when I meet with him he calls himself Mr. Chalk" "Mr. Chalk. I have no idea what you're talking about him doing last night, but I know him. Well."
Mabel stops in place.
Mabel feels around until she finds a wall, then runs her hand across it as she moves, heading for where the keep the food.
Mabel rolls, and flops unto the floor.she stands up, and looks about, her hood having fallen down. You get a good look at her face for the first time, horribly scarred and disfigured. A blindfold covers the eyes, but you get the feeling thst's becuase they probobly aren't there at all, anymore. |