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[urbanmagic]

[Magic being flooey? Not a problem. Okay, it is, but she figures it'll right itself sooner or later, preferably sooner. The problem was it was draining her fast, and when she can't control her own magic, well...]

I don't suppose anyone knows where I can find an army of rabbits? [Because her room? Is kind of having a carrot bonanza behind her. Probably enough to last her a long time if she ate nothing but the darned things. Not that she can normally conjure then, but side-effects were a pain if they happened without her consent. At least it's stopped now, and she's thinking trying anything else that's magical is a big n o until this resolves itself.]

Alternatively, anyone needs more vitamin orange in their diet? I mean, I'm all for a healthy living, but I rather like being more flesh than yellow. I can trade them for whatever, it's cool. [And yes, she will be nibbling one of those carrots as if this was normal.] I bet they'd go well in your dinner plans.

I'll figure out how to transport it later.

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[chiot]

Gavroche, madame.

[urbanmagic]

Well then, Gavroche. Where can I find you? Because I've got a lot of carrots and a lot of questions to boot. [No, she doesn't find it strange to ask a kid for information. She knows street rats, they're very good at information if you know just who to talk to.]

[chiot]

It ain't how it works, huh? You gimmie your address or place to meet up and I meet you. Only close contacts know where I am, huh?

[urbanmagic]

Fair enough. Where I live's no secret, but it's a mess right now. What sector would be easier for you and I'll pick a place there?

[chiot]

Wood sector, madame. S'where I live!

[urbanmagic]

[She's only familiar with her clearing there so...] Outskirts of it, then we can find a nice place to sit and chat. Does that work?

[chiot]

Sounds like a plan, huh? I'll meetcha there. An' bring carrots.

[urbanmagic]

That's the idea. See you there! [Give her about half an hour, because she's still packing those, but once that's done she'll be there with a basket just for him.]

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[chiot]

[ He's there--legs swinging over a low branch on the trees, singing softly to himself. It's something he does frequently--the passing kedan don't seem bothered by it, at the very least. It's when he notices the girl--the carrots, really--that he lets out a sharp whistle and waves her over. ]

'Ey! Over here, madame. Gotta question for ya, too.

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[urbanmagic]

Hey there! [She'll be making her way over with the carrots when she spots him, figuring that probably excites him more than seeing her really.]

Madame makes me feel so old. [And really, she isn't even eighteen yet, so that makes her feel older.] You can call me Traci.