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Wisdom begins in Wonder

She headed toward what looked to be a large building akin to something from back home, It was both an impressive and slightly comforting sight.
She scanned the area with her eyes, ears and other senses. Trying to make sure she was in the right place as she headed toward the stone steps. As well as keeping her eyes open for any hint or sign of her missing friend or any one who might know more about the nexus or other things of necessity and importance. Another part of her wondered if they might have a snack bar or vending machine that took the money she had on her as her tummy rumbled softly as she neared the large doors.

She wondered if there were a place for missing posters, and looked around for one as she cautiously looked around after poking her head in, looking for a desk of some sort. "Ahem, excuse me, but I was wondering if there was a form or something to apply for a library card? " She half asks a bit rambly and nervous all of a sudden. She wasn't exactly sure why but she was worried for Sherlock and was in need of some information and uncertain about where and when to get things in this ever shifting environment.

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"I'd be happy to help you look," he tells her without any further prompt. Then, returning his attention to her, he faces her properly. "But what I meant was: What do you want me to keep an eye out for? Are we trying to see if he took any of these books out, or if they have any information on a case he was working on? Come to think of it, what case was he working on?"

She smiles gratefuly. "oh oh right, sorry. " She murmers softly as she tries to think the best way to go about it. "Ah both I think." She states with a nod.

"Er I'am not exactly sure, last I saw him was during that whole..trouble with ahem.. Khan." She murmurs softly. "He wasn't in any of the usual places that I checked." So naturally knowing Sherlock something had to have caught his interest in some ways.

The strange look on his face isn't intentional, but as he listens it occurs to Viatorus that this young woman might not be as good as solving mysteries as her friend. He smiles gently and puts on his consultant face.

"Let's sit down for a minute." He beckons for her to follow him to a table where he sits down and waits for her to get settled before he turns to her, hands clasped together. "We should make a timeline. Like a story. We know that at the end we want to find Sherlock, but we have to fill in the bits in between. So, we'll start at the start. What happened last time you saw him?"

She blinks and nod, Aye having fresh eyes on things might be exactly what she needed. There was only so many times one could go over things in yer head and elsewhere before things blurred and yer burned yourself out.

She smiles softly and nods, and pads along and eases herself down with a soft sigh of relief. She had been walking and asking about quite a bit.

She smiles and pulls one of her notebooks out of her backpack and a mechanical pencil from a pocket and flips to a few pages with places and lists etc. That she'd gone over and such. "right well, " She begins and puts the tip of her pencil next to the top of one of the lists.

"We we're in the Underbelly, I believe it's called. " She thought back to that day for a moment

"I was trying to get a batch of kids to safety. He was getting wherever folks he could. " She began to explain.

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Viatorus nods along with her telling of events, but his brow settles into a troubled frown. "And he went off on his own? While Khan was attacking?"

She nods softly, "well it was during one of the lulls, I believe. " She gave him a slightly wry tired look. "you be surprised how often he gets himself near the line of fire but he usually..has some sort of plan. ya know.." She replies and her eyes soften and look sad.

Kicking herself for the hundredth time, she should have tried to find him sooner and put him over her shoulder. But then if she had that augment might have done who knows what to those kids.

She'd lost count of how many times she'd had to pull him out of trouble or patch him up and the like. She ruffles the back of her hair, rubbing her head and nape half in frustration and half in a pained sort of way.

He looks away and takes a deep breath to ease the lead weight that has just dropped into his stomach. This does not bode well. So much happened during that fight. People are still clearing up after it. The Underbelly is not a good place to go missing, either.

Viatorus takes a moment to clear his throat before he looks at her again. "D-D-Did you a-ask around? Did anyone see him?"

She nods and sighs a little her shoulders sagging from a similar invisible weight. "Aye, been talking to any sort of folks I can find here abouts. And not anyone as of yet." She informs him but surely someone had to have somewhere.

He couldn't or rather wouldn't have just up and vanished if he had any choice in the matter. Course finding folks after battles we're hardly easy things. She wanted to at least maybe get some folks together and supplies before starting up a hunting party. If she didn't find any clues of him being on a case she didn't want to blow his cover either.

But this much radio silence worried her. Course he could be knocked out somewhere to. He sometimes worked himself hard and ragged on a case and crashed somewhere safe afterward usually very hard.

He swallowed hard and began to fidget. For the most part, Viatorus was an optimist, but the sights of the aftermath of that fight were burned firmly into his mind. Wiping his hands down the front of his shirt, he tried not to sound as sick with worry as he suddenly was.

"Have you-?" He paused to swallow, to breathe. His voice was quiet, breathless. "H-Have you asked the people wh-who were-were rescuing p-people?" He goes even quieter, almost whispering. "Wh-Who were burying them?"

She rolls her left shoulder. clenching and unclentching her left hand a little and lets out a breathe. Trying to remain calm and not go into panic mode.

"Been looking for them to do so, I did look through any place where the wounded and others we're taken that I could find. " She should probably see about covering more places soon, she'd been looking for folks who'd been helping and gathering medical supplies first. Not wishing to go alone if she could help it. Buddy system in a new place always best. Though she would if she had to.

She paled a wee bit and looked at him sympathetically. Tentatively reaching out a hand toward him slowly. Not wishing to pat or touch him if he was uncomfortable with such. She watched for any sign of discomfort etc.

So she'd looked and not found anything. That wasn't to say the man wasn't still dead… But it enough reassurance to get Viatorus to breathe a little easier.

He only notices her attempt at physical comfort at the last minute. He flinches away and, in an effort to pretend he didn't notice, preoccupies himself with fishing out his PINpoint. "Have you tried scrying for him?"

She smiles softly and softly clears her throat and puts her hand down on her own leg. Right won't be doing that again.

She blinks at that, wait what? did he mean.. oh probably.. "um..is that something you do with that device?" She asks gesturing toward the pinpoint. Not one to convey that she could try the other older sort with the right tools right off the bat to strangers in a strange land.

Unless she got a sense they might be more incline to certain things. There we're people who didn't have a liking to magic users no matter their ilk or ethics etc.

Viatorus blinks in confusion at her question, then shakes his head. "Um, no. No, I meant…" He hesitates, wondering for a brief moment if this woman will believe him, or react well. Of course, she is in the Nexus. That usually forces people to reconsider what they knew to be 'real'.

"I meant using magic to scry for him. It's a way of locating people using magical means. There are different methods, with varying success rates, but I could scry for him, if you like."

Oh! oh now that was a whole other kettle of fish. She perked up and almost beamed at him at that seeming to instantly ease at those words. She wiggles a little in lieu of her tail coming out and wagging.

"oh!, oh yes I see. Ah not as yet." She pushes her glasses up her nose a little bit. "I wasn't sure what the rules about such things we're in this realm though some things seem to work still. " Her eyebrows go up. "I'd very much appreciate it. " She replies gratefuly and moves to pull a deerstalker out of her backpack.

"I haven't had any issues with casting magic since coming here. In fact I think it may have enhanced magic a little bit..." No, now is not the time to start going on about inter-dimensional magical theory. He manages to stop himself with a slight shake of his head.

"Do you mind if I PINpoint- Uh, i-if I teleport us to my office? I have everything there for scrying and I can bring you back here afterwards."

"oh well that's good. " glad to know it was probably just a getting used to the area thing. That had happened back when the curse first broke to, hmm research should be done a mite though about that enhanced bit.

She blinks and tilts her head. Yeah she diffidently had to get herself one of those. "oh..ah that's fine." She murmurs with a slight nod imagining it was possibly like the enterprises 'transporter' As she gathered up and put things in her backpack etc securely and strapped it back on her back. with a smile. "Ready when you are." She murmurs warmly. as she rolls a shoulder.

With a nod of confirmation, Viatorus lightly rests a hand on her shoulder and then presses the button. In an instant they are in the apartment he uses as an office. The 'foyer' is a sitting room of luxurious couches, expensive wooden furniture, bookcases lined with thick hardback books and flowers in vases dotted around the place. Viatorus doesn't stay there long, instead heading straight through a door that leads to his main office space. Like the other room, the bookcases are full to bursting, but the chairs face his desk except for one comfortably modern seat which reclines backwards by the window.

Viatorus is already opening cupboards filled with herbs and strange objects and setting things out on the only tidy corner of his desk. "I won't be a minute. Make yourself comfortable.

She smiles softly and looks around scanning the area. It looks rather homey or at least her idea of such.

"oh okey dokey. " She murmurs good naturedly and heads padding over to the softest looking of the chairs and carefuly lowers down and settled into it.

Once he's gotten out a silver dish and fetched a jug of water, he starts clearing away the papers and books strewn across his desk. "Sorry. I'm not very good at keeping it tidy," he mumbles sheepishly as he works.

Placing the dish in the centre of his desk, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over the back of his chair before he starts to roll up his sleeves. "You have something of his, do you?"

She tilts her head slightly to the right curious and intrigued. Seems the pretty popular multi realm standard sort so far.

She smiles softly, "Aye. " She murmurs softly and pulls the deerstalker he'd gifted her when he first left StoryBrooke. She strokes it slightly fondly. And slightly holds the precious item toward him a little.

He pulls the silver dish to the middle of the desk and takes a deep breath. Concentrating, he pours the water into the dish and with a wave of his hand it becomes still. Taking the hat, he sets it down on the desk and holds a hand over it and his other just above the dish.

For a minute nothing happens, but then the surface of the water starts to shine. It could be mistaken for a reflection at first, but it grows and glows, settling into the water. Viatorus' brow twitches, bent in a deep frown, his eyes moving back and forth under his eyelids. When they flutter open, he keeps his hands steady as he looks into the water. There are shapes, light and darkness moving about, but it's too blurry to make anything out.

"Well... He's alive. That's good." A slow exhale. "That's... something."

She watches hopefuly with a tilt of her head, She draws in a breathe and seems to hold it and then let's it go and something seems to ease.

"Aye..tis and does." She replies warmly in agreement. Though what sort of trouble he's in is another thing. Because he must be or something if he hasn't tried to contact her. She rolls her left shoulder and still looks worried but tries to close her eyes and see if she can.. sense anything once again.

Viatorus relaxes his arms and the water turns back to normal. He looks at Ashlynn, eyes full of apology. "I'm sorry I couldn't find more for you. It's hazy. That... could mean he's still in the Nexus and the fluctuating nature of this place is making it difficult... Or it could mean he's in another world and the distance is the problem."

She blinks and swallows softly, "it's alright I understand. " She murmurs softly, well at least its a start.

"Ahem, thank you.. nevertheless it's.. helpful and good to know. " She murmurs reassuring.

Viatorus' smile is weak and flickering when she thanks him.

"I wish I could do more," he repeats. Then, rooting through his jacket, he hands over a card with his details etched in gold. "In case you need my help." Once she takes it, he fidgets. "Would you like me to take you back to the library?"

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