[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]

"No, I don't think so." Nick finished his stew. "Well, I suppose I should get dressed, then."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"I'll clean up here and meet you in the main room to let you out?" he asked, offering a bit of vegetable to Trey.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"You're coming, right? To meet Hedge?"

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Of course. I told you. He and I have to talk. I don't like it when people take things that I make gifts to others. Especially things of power," he said reasuringly, secretly pleased that Nicholas wanted him to meet Hedge. That he wanted this to be real. Or so Alexander hoped.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"All right." Nick stands up and heads back to the bedroom to get dressed.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"I think he likes me," Alexander commented to Trey as he cleaned up. This was basically dumping the bowls into the over flowing sink. Trey chirruped at him. "Okay, yes, the part where he thinks I'm a hallucination is a bit off putting."

Another chirrup, this one a questioning one.

"Well... I suppose some sort of clothes would be more appropriate." He walked out to the main room, clothes appearing on him, as did his sword. He didn't think he would need it, but it did wonders for intimidation factors.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick dresses quickly and heads to the entranceway. He doesn't want to keep Alexander waiting, after all.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

There's a door there now, where there wasn't one before. Alexander is leaning against it chewing on a fingernail. He brightens when he sees Nick. "Ready to go home?"

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I believe I am." Nick smiles. "I had a lovely time."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad. We'll go, I'll talk to Hedge, get your stone back, and let you go until you want to come back." He knocks on the door and then pushes it open. It should let Nick out near Hedge, if about a half a day since he saw Hedge last.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick walks out into a field on the side of a grassless hill- a tall, thin man can be seen at the crest of the hill, watching something on the other side.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Alexander follows him, keeping a few paces behind. The doorway shimmers and then vanishes like it was never there. He lets Nick take the lead as this is his world and everything.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick walks up the hill, calling out. "Hedge! Hedge!"

The man whirls and heads down the hill towards them at a good clip- as he gets closer, he's visibly bald, and a bandolier of bells is strapped across his chest. "Master Nicholas! Where have you been? No one saw you leave the camp, but you've been gone for hours."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Greatly enjoying his full head of long hair, Alexander causes a slight breeze to kick up, causing his cloak to flap back revealing his sword and making him look rather dramatic. He doesn't give off any sense of power and instead looks rather like a weather worn swordsman.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Hedge eyes him. "Who's this? What's he doing here? Master, don't you think you should lie down? You look tired."

He's obviously weaving some sort of spell- to more sensitive people than Nick, the metallic, burning stench of Free Magic is rising.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"I found him wandering lost and have brought him home. I've become quite concerned for his well being," he says, senses perking up at the tang of magic, but he still doesn't react.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick yawns widely and turns to go back to his tent while Hedge eyes Alexander.

"And your name is?"

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Here, Alexander puts a restraining hand on Nick's shoulder. He's not going to let the boy run off on him now.

"Alexander Troven. A wanderer."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"Well, you've found our wanderer, so perhaps it's time you left." Hedge's tone is menacing.

Nick nods, his voice dazed. "Yes, I should get some rest..."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Alexander is unpeturbed and unruffled. He keeps his grip on Nick. "You aren't going anywhere my deulsional one." Then he turns to Hedge. "You on the other hand have something of mine."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"But Alexander, I'm tired..." Nick's eyes droop.

Hedge raises an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Ah-hah! So that's what the spell this Master Hedge was casting. It took a slight shift in reality to cut it off, but not let Hedge know that it had been cut off. "One moment more, please," he begged Nick. To Hedge he turned a cold gaze onto. "A stone on a leather thong. Blue and warm."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Hedge raised the other eyebrow to match. "That was yours? How fascinating."

Nick stifles a yawn.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Yes, it was mine. I gave it to Master Sayre here and I was rather upset to discover that it had been removed from his person."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"Master Nicholas had no use for it, I'm afraid. Sorry to upset you."