[Open] in the workshop.

[master_troven]

The workshop was kept fastidiously neat. More so than the rest of the rooms in his house. It was the cleanest and most organized room in the house. Despite his packrat tendencies, he knew that a clean workshop was a safe and productive one. It was both a mundane and magical workshop, letting him work on simple wood carvings or the delicate intracies of a universe in the same room.

He sat, half dressed and hair tied back, on a wooden stool setting up a stasis field of some sort over a work bench. On the bench was a sliver of shiny silvery blue metal. A shard of a sword he had picked up in the Nexus. The shard had tried to turn him good, then evil, then young, then sane, then insane, but as he was not always totally good, nor totally evil but completely and utterly irrivokably nuetral that it couldn't do anything to him. As for his age, his shape was of his own choosing and he could chose a younger form if he so wished. Sanity came and went as it pleased, no sword fragment was going to change that. That was not what caught his interest though.

No, today, Alexander was interested in trying to reconstruct the sword using the shard as a base pattern and try and weave out what had been into what would be. It was easy enough, really, it just took a lot of fine tunning and delicate work.

THe stasis field was set, rotating slowly. Picking up the shard in a pair of tweezers he set it into the field. It shimmered for a moment and then glowed a steady blue. He picked up another instrument from the work bench, a thin piece of wire, He pushed the wire into the field and drew it out from the shard several times creating a thin spidery web. Still using the wire he poked a few holes in the web into another deminsion.

Satisfied, he leaned back and watched it for a moment, before scooting his stool over to another work bench. This one empty. He stared at it for a long moment before waving his hand over it. A thin three demensional network of interconnecting lines appeared before him. He studyied it for a long moment before murmurring, "If I was a soul shard... where would I be?"

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[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

One second, she wasn't there, and then the next she was. The woman's hair is blonde at the moment, and she's wearing jeans and a fuzzy sweater. Her feet are bare.

"Mm. Where would you be?" she asks, hovering in the air next to him. Her legs are crossed, and her arms are behind her, resting on nothing. "Hello, you bastard."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Mel has a standing "It's okay for you to visit" in the house. Which is the only reason why she could get in. He doesn't seem to be too surprised to see her and doesn't look up from his map.

"Hello to you to," he said with dry amusement. "And to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

"Something pretty." She seems faintly amused.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

He leaned back and looked at her curiously, "Something pretty? Oh, really? And what would that be?"

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

"Oh, come on. You've known me for this long and you don't know my tastes?"

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"I imagine it's something rather shiny then," he glanced at the map and poked at it. It spun around into a different angle.

[pandoras-closet.livejournal.com]

*A glowing orb materializes* What is it?

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

He points to the map. "Someone is moving the soul shards... look... here." He traces a path of one of them. "There's a pattern, so it's not completely random. The last time this happened the shards were stationary."

[pandoras-closet.livejournal.com]

I'm busy right now. Leave a message with this orb and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. And don't look at it like that. Caretaking aint easy. *The orb then beeps*

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"........Dale, someone is screwing around with Alec's soul shards, shuffling them around. Which means there's another player in this game. Someone who knows about Alec and what he is or what he could be. Last I checked that list was rather on the finite side and comprimised of a number less than the good boyfriends I've had, and we know how many goes in that list. If you have any information on this, I'd be rather happy to know so I can go and get those shards without running into someone that perhaps I can't take on. Oh... and if you do that message again, I will do something unpleasent to you."

[pandoras-closet.livejournal.com]

*The orb bobbles as though laughing at his threat and then vanishes.*

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Alexander throws something after it. It was a walnut and should rebound off Caretaker's head.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick poked his head into the workroom and knocked cautiously. After all, Alec might be busy and not want to talk to him.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

He is staring at the map, which looks like a very complicated cat's craddle. He's poking at it with his finger and it shifts. At the knock he looks up and smiles, "Hello. Awake are we?"

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"Yes. How long was I sleeping?" He walks in a couple of feet, looking around curiously.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Three hours at the most," he said. "I didn't mean to wear you out like that." The workshop is very interesting looking. Very scientific looking. And yet magical at the same time.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"I've been ill. I suppose it translates to hallucinations as well." He starts looking through things, very careful about touching any of it.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Mmm... I've been doing some research on that. May have figured out how to fix it. Cure you," he said, watching and enjoying Nick. His attention then wavered and he poked at the web in front of him again.

[pandoras-closet.livejournal.com]

The sight of a worried chaos embodiment fussing over Nick like a mother hen is blackmail material. But alas there's no one around to take advantage of it.

*The clicking of a camera and then sound of a walnut hitting the floor*

Amazing, Troven. You're who knows how old, and when you finally find a sane boyfriend, he turns out to be posessed by Orannis. You have the worst luck. But then, calling your love of the week "delusional" as a pet name isn't exactly the stuff Hallmark cards are made of.

*Caretaker is sitting on a cabinet, one of his ubiquitous bags of popcorn in hand, watching as Alec removes the shard from the man's heart. He looks faintly annoyed about something, but whatever it is, it's probably has to do with why he sent the messenger orb earlier.*

I got your message and your nut.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"If I've said it once, I've said it a million times. I have lousy taste in men." He seems completely unruffled with Caretaker's apperence in his bedroom.

[pandoras-closet.livejournal.com]

And tact as well. *Points at the boy toy* He's awake and heard that.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

He shrugs and pets Nicholas. "Well we haven't seen if this one turns sour or not. Statistically speaking, I have lousy taste in men."

[pandoras-closet.livejournal.com]

Which probably explains how I became friends with the younger you. *Munches popcorn.*

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Indeed. Though my recollection is that we never made it beyond friends."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"You mentioned it before, anyways."