[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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[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.

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

"Always." she smiles. She looks over at the map, and tilts her head. "Interesting. What's it made out of?"

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"It's a miniature reflection of the Multiverse. So, possiblity and reality threads. Easier way to look through the multiverse than actually scanning it."

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't answer what it's made of. Unless it's not real?" she tilts her head.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"No. It's not." He shifts the map again and gives a low growl. "Damn. When I shatter, I shatter good."

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

"Don't we all?" she mumbles. She looks curiously at the map.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Look at this," he gestured to the map and tiny bits lit up. Little sparks. They flashed and shifted around from one reality to another. "The soul shards keep on shifting from one reality to another. They won't stay still. Usually when a soul breaks, the shards are stationary to a reality or a place. But not now. They're constantly moving... I can't recall ever seeing something like this before."

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

Melinda leans forward, eyes narrowed. "Maybe somebody is moving them? It's possible..." she looks thoughtful.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Mm... I don't like the idea of that at all. That requires a lot of power and knowledge. They would have to know what the fragements are."

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say somebody was. I said they could be."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

He tapped his fingers on the workshop table. "It would make sense. Fit the pattern. There is a pattern to the movement... Humans ... beings... always favor pattern to disorder even when they try for chaos."

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Melinda simply watches the map.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Which then begs the question, who would do that?"

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

"Somebody that didn't like you? Jono? Some random peon? Who knows."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"You're still not mad about that one time, are you?"

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

"Depends on what one time you're talking about."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

He's silent and thoughtful for a moment, before deciding to avoid the topic all together. "Would you mind if I brought in a second opinion?"

[dancingcreation.livejournal.com]

"No. Go ahead." She's standing up, now, no longer floating.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Dale? I know you're listening. Mind giving us a second opinion?"