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[magisterium]

[Fortunately for you, Philip, Dorian is nearly always in the mood for company, and he doesn't miss the loud thud or the echo of it that immediately follows. He cuts his monologue short, frowning to himself as he moves towards the source of the sound, leaning to peek around the end of the shelf only to find Philip buried in his newly-retrieved book.

Well. So he wasn't alone in here, after all. Better a human being than a rogue demon or any of the other things they tended to run into around dark corners whenever they were out and about. Venatori or spiders, usually. Especially spiders.

He hated Ferelden.]

Illuminati Maledictum Demonic--

[Because the title of the book in Philip's hand is far more important than introductions.]

Suspicious reading material, don't you think?

[radiopalkiller]

[ Ah yes, hope springs eternal, slips on a banana peel, and breaks its neck on the rocks. And here comes company. Philip lowers the book, and to his credit does a fairly decent job at not going about it too grudgingly. He was supposed to keep making acquaintances anyway, and--

--his finger twitches, the smallest beginning of a familiar motion; reach for something to write on, either pocket will do. His hand doesn't actually move. He's got to shake off the uncertainty eventually, now there's another reminder.

And so his lips won't move either. And still, there's the voice: ]

Wouldn't know. Haven't gotten past the fourth page yet. Might still be harmless baking recipes in disguise.

[magisterium]

[Well. That's new, and decidedly alarming. He takes a step back, his gaze quickly narrowing, suspicious. There's no mistaking the fact that the voice had been inside his own head, and that-- that is troublesome, too much like Cole's uninvited prodding for his liking.]

Did you just--

[Yes. Yes, he did just.]

How?

[He seems tangible enough. It's not as though he's a spirit of some kind.]

[radiopalkiller]

[ There's that pull towards pen and paper again. Not least or last of all because Philip hasn't found a suitable go-to lie for that question so far. ]

Wouldn't know either. Just runs in the family,

[ he answers instead, because who uses 'it's a long story' anymore, and there is at least a grain of truth to it, if only in the most roundabout way conceivable. Not that Howard ever stuck around to give it a try.

...And anyway, for all the things Philip wouldn't know today he feels that he should probably make up for it with a thing or two he does know. That thing about how nobody likes other people in their head, for instance.

He probably can't wing an encouraging smile at this point, but he can put the book back on its shelf for the time being. ]

I don't read thoughts. I don't control minds. I don't speak, this is just what I do instead.

[magisterium]

[Runs in the family. Something like magic, then, and just as jarring as he imagines a child's first accidental spell must be to a southerner.]

So it's only good for communication.

[So he says. It sounds dangerously close to blood magic, in his opinion, as most things that have to do with influence over the mind do, and though he dallies in some questionable areas of magic himself, there are certain lines he's never cared to cross. That is one of them.]

Well, that must be useful, if startling.

[radiopalkiller]

[ Philip doesn't bother to speculate how many suspicions or doubts the guy might have left. Quite frankly, just between him and himself, Philip continues to find those who takes his word for it far more surprising than anyone who doesn't. Still, he'll take about any reaction short of attempted murder. So far, so good. ]

Saves paper. Also, time. Good against awkward silences, in a manner of... not actually speaking. Not particularly good against awkward questions.

[ He offers a mild shrug. Now that that's out of the way(ish): ]

Name's Philip. Did you want something?

[magisterium]

Ah, yes. Efficiency.

[There's something to be said for that, even if having someone else's voice sounding in his head has him on edge, uncertain and unquestionably wary. He raises an eyebrow as he glances at the book Philip had retrieved-- if small talk is the way he'd prefer to go, then Dorian supposes he can oblige. Even with small talk, there's the potential to learn something, and that's potential he cannot afford to waste at the moment, not when this place is so unknown to him.]

I was drawn by the apparent assault of literature, though that seems to have been put to rights. Where are we? Do you know?