delphicbooksandbaubles: (knitting)
delphicbooksandbaubles ([personal profile] delphicbooksandbaubles) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2017-10-05 10:15 am

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. 
heirtothearcane: (Working)

[personal profile] heirtothearcane 2017-10-25 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] heirtothearcane 2017-10-25 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"
heirtothearcane: (Heavy head full of thoughts)

[personal profile] heirtothearcane 2017-10-29 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
heirtothearcane: (Not entirely certain)

[personal profile] heirtothearcane 2017-10-29 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
heirtothearcane: (Not entirely certain)

[personal profile] heirtothearcane 2017-10-30 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
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?"
heirtothearcane: (Not entirely certain)

[personal profile] heirtothearcane 2017-11-01 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He gives her back the hat and puts a hand gently on her shoulder before PINpointing them back to the library. It's as if they simply walked from one room into another, books still strewn about them.

Viatorus fidgets quietly for a moment before he speaks again. "I... I don't know that the library will help you very much. I think that... Maybe looking for clues where he went or where people last saw him might be more useful to you. O-O-Or if he is on a case, maybe he left notes?"
heirtothearcane: (Not entirely certain)

[personal profile] heirtothearcane 2017-11-03 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
He fidgets and nibbles the inside of his lip. He wishes he could help her more, or at least make her feel better, but this isn't his area. His sister is the one who knows how to track and protect people, and he can imagine what she'd say if he asked for her help.

"Maybe you can find a machine, or something scientific to track him down." Magic didn't work, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. "Does he do this often? If it's normal then maybe you don't need to worry?"