[Myr's relationship with authority is Complicated, to say the very least.
No little bit because they'd held literal powers of life and death over him for roughly as long as he remembers, so not wanting them involved was valid.]
I'm hoping, even if they do, they're not keen on their students abusing it--anymore'n one of my teachers would approve of me burning someone's house down. But I don't know that--magic that affects the mind, that's anathema back home and this, [there's a sound one might interpret as somebody waving his arms around to indicate the Enormity Of Everything They Are Talking About,] this is fucking why.
I can't lightly trust people who'd let anyone learn how to do that. [He realizes, belatedly, he's sounding more heated than he'd like; breathe, Myr.
Once he has, he continues:]
As for that making an appointment--I'd gotten the impression they've an open door for us mirrorbound. Though if you're not keen on baring your heart to them, I'd not blame you.
You'd said this SQUIP thing is persuasive. [Not a question; it's Myr putting the last piece in place on an old, ugly puzzle he'd seen before. The demon--the SQUIP--is a Witch taking lessons; Rich is a Monster with no real contacts in the Coven, and he's not the one with the polished verbal presence that said trust me, listen to me.]
Muttered,] Fuck. It'd be easier to just knife the thing.
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No little bit because they'd held literal powers of life and death over him for roughly as long as he remembers, so not wanting them involved was valid.]
I'm hoping, even if they do, they're not keen on their students abusing it--anymore'n one of my teachers would approve of me burning someone's house down. But I don't know that--magic that affects the mind, that's anathema back home and this, [there's a sound one might interpret as somebody waving his arms around to indicate the Enormity Of Everything They Are Talking About,] this is fucking why.
I can't lightly trust people who'd let anyone learn how to do that. [He realizes, belatedly, he's sounding more heated than he'd like; breathe, Myr.
Once he has, he continues:]
As for that making an appointment--I'd gotten the impression they've an open door for us mirrorbound. Though if you're not keen on baring your heart to them, I'd not blame you.
You'd said this SQUIP thing is persuasive. [Not a question; it's Myr putting the last piece in place on an old, ugly puzzle he'd seen before. The demon--the SQUIP--is a Witch taking lessons; Rich is a Monster with no real contacts in the Coven, and he's not the one with the polished verbal presence that said trust me, listen to me.]
Muttered,] Fuck. It'd be easier to just knife the thing.