nexus_crossings | This Mortal Coil

Micolash is in the Nexus Plaza, thankfully looking cleaner and smelling better than the last time he'd been asking questions. The cage is still in place, of course; why would it not be? He even looks a little healthier! Not much, as his skin is still sallow and gaunt over angular bones and features. But at least not as unsteady and proportionally more alert as well.

He's not quick to ask a question, however. The scholar is instead on a sofa, long legs pulled up onto the seat with him and folded in front of him. The rest of the sofa, normally big enough to seat three, is piled with books. Easily two dozen, if not more. A glance at the covers that are visible will show a selection of possibly recognizable names: Erwin Schrödinger. Charles Hartshorne. René Descartes. David Ray Griffin. The one he has open on his knees right now is a collection of Thomas Aquinas' summae and related theories.

The scholar is content to immerse himself in this reading for hours on end, but eventually, he seems to recall where he is. And that he can ask questions if the fancy takes him.

"What do you think. Or believe. Happens after death?"

Getting RIGHT to the heavy stuff, it appears.

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"Of course. I understand completely," he's quick to say. The personal nature of gods touching the lives of an individual mortal is something he's well aware of, and certainly not going to pry into. "B-But do you know if he travels to these plains in a physical sense, or a spiritual one...?"

Micolash thinks, looking faintly confused as he does so. "...I am not. Certain? I would imagine either. He speaks of being able to probe minds remotely, without scalpel or saw. And he speaks as well of traversing planes and dreamscapes alike. Though the two as I understand them are not...mutually exclusive. It is simply all a matter of undoing the bulwarks that prevent human minds from perceiving it fully, gaining enough Insight to understand and make sense of these sights.

"He has not explored such venues with me as of yet." He sounds a little embarrassed as he goes on. "He insists my body is still too. Frail. Too malnourished and new. To fully examine my own mind and open such venues...at. The present. But oh, he must surely have things to add to these ideas!" He ends on an eager note again, hopeful that Viatorus agrees.

This is better than he could have hoped! By the time Micolash finishes giving his answer, Viatorus is all but bouncing on the spot, eager to get to work. This is exactly what he's needed. It's exactly what he's been looking for all this time

"Do you think I could talk to him? Do you think I could ask him a few questions? Just a few?" He almost runs out of breath he's so eager to ask. "If I could talk to someone who has physically walked in dreams it might be all I need to complete my work!" His bright, hopeful smile dims as he quickly reassures, "S-So I could continue to study dreams even further, of course."

He wouldn't give up on researching dreams just because of a single discovery, and he'd hate for Micolash to think so.

The excitement is still infectious, as Micolash is once more smiling and nodding as well. "Certainly! Oh, but he is most gracious and kind. I am certain he will be more than happy to meet with you. In fact, we-" The scholar lifts one wrist, looking like he's about to pull back his sleeve and expose something on his wrist. But then stops. Thinks. Lowers his arm again. "Oh, maybe not. I must warn him first before I bring over guests. He was. Unhappy the last time I'd brought one without announcement.

"But I shall speak to him immediately on the matter!" Micolash hurries to add, still carried along on that excitement. "In fact, I would dearly as well like to know the answers on these things. Do you...have a means to receive letters when this is arranged? I can send one once affairs are in order."

Viatorus nods along excitedly, but sobers when Micolash hesitates. He holds up a hand and waves a hand. "Of course. Ask if it's all right for me to visit and talk to him. I wouldn't want to inconvenience or offend anyone."

With Micolash's returning enthusiasm, Viatorus smiles and nods some more. "Of course! Do you still have the card I gave you last time? I... I did give you a card, didn't I? My address should be on it..."

Micolash's hairless brows go up and he's quick to rummage inside of his cape, his coat, pat down his waistcoat. And the last one is where he finds it, stashed in the pocket normally reserved for a pocket watch. It's gone a little creased and rumpled being carried around carelessly for awhile now, but the scholar holds it up with a bright smile on his face. Well, as bright as Micolash's face can become, at any rate.

"Wonderful! Oh, but I do hope I can arrange this as soon as possible. There is so much to be gained and learned here! And with the Kin to help as well, there is no telling what we shall gain in terms of fresh knowledge and new ideas."

All the while Micolash searches, Viatorus fidgets with the edge of his jacket, wondering whether or not he should get another one out. Giving them out still feels a little awkward, so giving Micolash another just to be certain (and to get rid of one more card) seems like a perfectly good idea. But then Micolash finds it and Viatorus smiles, fidgeting with his own hands instead.

"It's very exciting," he agrees. The books surrounding him catch his eye and he scrambles to a stand. "I should compile my notes. Send me a message when it is convenient to meet again and I'll be right there!"

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