!Q7t.srvWZ6 04/13/12(Fri)18:24 No.18700547|
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You sit down in the chair, and get comfortable. "You wanted to talk, boss?" He looks up over the book, nods at you, then dog-ears the page and sets the book down. You raise an eyebrow at it, and the rest of the collection strewn across his desk, but don't say anything. "Ward theories, mostly. All manner of magical defenses, alarms, and so on. Problem is, all of the most complex ones require lots of time, preparation and energy, which we just don't have right now." You nod. "Plus," Blackstone says, "Outsiders are funny when it comes to magic. Some of them are immune to it. Others actively repel it. Or worse..." You think you might press that line of thought later.
Blackstone steeples his fingers and looks up at you levelly. "First, before anything else, we need to get something straight." He pauses for a second. "What happened to Jeanne isn't your fault." You're a little surprised. This is not what you were expecting this conversation to be about. "Like I told you outside, she did it of her own free will, and knowing the risks. You can't blame yourself. And take it from someone who's lived a longer life than you, which is surprising given the crazy stuff I've done in the past, and who has spent a lot of those years blaming himself when people around him got hurt." He pauses again, then continues. "You're gonna have a hard time moving ahead if you don't learn this one quick." You nod, though your jaw feel a little tight.