[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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[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"What happened? Did I faint again?" His voice is very raspy.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Do you trust me Nick?" he asked, putting a hand on Nicholas' chest, staring at him right in the eyes. "Do you trust what I say is true?"

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick considers, and then nods. He's currently in far too much pain to be hallucinating.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"You have been the host to a free magic being. Rather powerful, from my understanding the most powerful one around. There's a shard of something in you heart that's been making you ill and letting him posess you. Do you understand me?"

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick blinks slowly and touches his heart, then nods again. "What can we do about it?"

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"I am going to try and remove the shard without killing you. Everything says that I'll kill you by doing this, but I'm exceptionally good at beating the odds."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick screws up his face. "Better dying fast than slowly, anyways."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Alexander kissed him on the forehead. "You won't die. I won't allow it."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"I feel better about that, then." Very weak smile.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Now then. I'm going to put you to sleep... you won't want to see what I'm going to be doing and then when it is done I will waken you. Is that alright?"

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"Yes."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

He kissed him lightly, "Sleep well Nicholas. And when you waken I hope you feel better." He then brushed his hand over Nicholas' eyes, willing him into sleep.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick's eyes closed and he fell deeply asleep.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Rubbing his hands together Alexander, closed his own eyes. He mentally reached out to the different threads surrounding Nicholas and found the ones that belonged to the Destroyer. Carefully he seperated them, with all the delicate percision of a surgeon. When he had seperated the two, he did the thing that he didn't want Nick to see, which was to plunge his hand into Nicholas' chest. He frowned for a moment before pulling it back out clutching a thin sliver of metal.

That he put into a glass jar. It had a gefilte fish label on it. Setting the jar on the night stand snapped his fingers, which should bring Nick back to wakefulness.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick sat up, looking around him entirely startled. "What? What's going on?"

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Alexander shows him the jar. "This is what was making you sick."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

He took it and looked at it, still bewildered.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't look like much does it? How do you feel?"

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"Hazy... and weak." He lies back down, still looking at the jar.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Alexander smoothed back Nicholas' hair. "Rest then. Your body has gone through a major change and needs to readjust."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nicholas nods and shifts a little- the Free Magic will take a long time to work its way out of his body.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

He gives him a kiss and then turns his attention to Dale who has shown up like a peeping Tom.