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Rekhyt of Alexandria

rekhyt

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Message @rekhyt

ooc note. bartimaeus uses the name 'rekhyt' on the network because in the world he comes from, true names have particular potency and strength and he'd rather not have his true name (bartimaeus, obviously) blasted out there for anyone and everyone to see. his true name is on his door so if you know it you know it, but do a djinni a favour, be polite, and call him rekhyt unless you absolutely have to, ok?

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xmas gift 2025;

[gouttelette]

The package immediately gives it away. It's a book. Unmistakably. Wrapped in colored paper and tied with a thong. Curiously, when opened, the front cover reads: BURY ME BENEATH YOUR FLOORBOARDS, in a rich, gold foil font. Within, the pages are, frankly, impossible to read, crowded together with a density of words, the lettering far too small to read, even if the language itself might be known. If the book is, indeed, buried beneath floorboards, the air begins to take on a faint, earthen scent, as if one was simply standing outside.

In days, however, plants begin to grow, here or there, harmlessly mingling with furniture and construction of the building. The flora, which generally possess no magical properties at all, might hail from anywhere and anywhen Bartimaeus has seen. A sunflower sprouting from an abandoned drinking glass, aurora-like lichens coloring window panes. A delicate tree fern, roots in nothing at all, branching to shelter the couches or beds. The growth is easy to remove, slow once they're ten in number, and never seem to compete for inexistent resources. Upon closer examination, each little leaf, wedge of bark, and unfurling tendril, is written with words in various languages. A jumble of nonsense that might pass for poetry.

The card reads: "There's this thing people say, to those who love books too much, 'Maybe you should go outside. Not an accusation.'" It is signed, 'Claudia.'