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Whereas kitsune magic is the result of a variety or wavelength of energy that we simply haven't identified yet.

Yes. And I imagine said wavelengths will vary, depending on what kind of magic we're talking about, but yes, that's the general idea.

. . . and keep in mind, one rejection doesn't make or break a theory. Simply because a journal doesn't believe in you doesn't mean your thesis is incorrect.

It simply means the editor who received and read my proposal didn't believe in me. Yes?

Yes.

Do you want to know how many rejections I received?

...Well, I'm sure there were a few, certainly, in the beginning...

Twenty-six.

...Twenty-six...?

Twenty-six. Their supposed reasons ranged, but what it truly boiled down to was that they thought my theories were too shocking. My being female didn't help either.

I mailed them all a copy when I finally found a publisher and had my theories tested and proved, time and again.

I'm not certain if the word that brings to mind is "vindicated" or "vindictive".

It's...hard to imagine you struggling, if you'll forgive the confession. You're brilliant; that's simply verifiable fact.

You're going to give me an ego.

[Ha ha, just kidding, she's already as arrogant as they come. And yet she's still terribly pleased by his compliment.]

But it's hardly a sordid confession to make. And it's one I'm pleased to hear; I try and project the image of competence at all times. I'm one of the younger faculty members, to say nothing of how young I was when I worked in the field. One needs to appear invulnerable in such circumstances.

For what it's worth, I've never thought you invulnerable. But I think that's only because I've seen you without your lunch or your coffee or your umbrella one too many times. :)

But I've always found you formidable. And I think I would find this place far more intolerable if you weren't in it.

Is that a fact.

[Heaven knows she feels the same way. She quite likes her job, and that's due to a number of factors and people, but certainly she'd find teaching each class far duller if Fawkes wasn't around.]

I'm glad you won the academic bloodbath, Kit. I truly am.

[She pauses for a long minute, and then adds:]

Tell me: are they truly crowning a royal family there?

[Oh. Well. Thank goodness for the change of subject; he's not really sure what he'd even say in response to that first part, if he were made to. Better to move right along...]

They are. You may be delighted to know that they appear to have crowned a lovely young woman king and she now appears to be using her royal authority in what I can only assume is an attempt to forcibly dismantle the patriarchy.

Well done her. You'd best get out before she starts to choose victims, though; revolution always comes with casualties.

...Are you suggesting she'd mistake me for the patriarchy?

I'm suggesting anyone with the same kinda specs as the sex of men ought to head for the exit rather quickly. I know what I would have done with that kind of power at age sixteen.

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That was very poetic, you know.

Are you suggesting I should be afraid for my...specs?

If only I wrote it.

But yes. You should.

...You're starting to frighten me.

I was a very angry teenager.

I just finished telling Professor Izunia how I made a fellow graduate student cry when I was younger, actually, though the methods weren't nearly as physical as this conversation is implying.

Dare I ask how you accomplished that?

I tore apart his thesis point by point in front of our entire class, slowly and methodically proving why the paper he'd agonized over for months was complete rubbish.

...

And I picked you to oversee my dissertation. Magnificent.

You never insinuated I slept my way through graduate school.

...And now I simply question whether your evisceration went far ENOUGH.