All these weird creatures who lock up their spirits
Elashte is well over his concussion, and given that Thane hasn't reappeared around the Gauche and the charming man styling himself the Vesmier passed along advice in no uncertain terms that he leave solving the problem to persons more experienced in mental restructuring than himself (a reprimand Elashte had to fight not to take offence at - he's a mental Poludnica-cum-Neqa'el, and Riftcomers discounted, he should be the world's expert on that), there's not much to demand his attention. Ashley is working out the kinks in the peace process, the Archangels haven't decided to attack the Gauche again, and Chicago is relatively explosion-free.
So he's using the quiet to make his way over to the room of one Mr. Eric Delaflote, with every intention of finding where it is his consciousness has gone and bringing it back to where it should be. Hey, at least with Eric, he has the benefit of long familiarity, and some certainty that the encounter won't end with his head bashed into a table.
Malek is spread-eagled on the grounds, soaking up the autumn sun as he goes through a copy of Watchmen. It's something he picked up while he was out, probably from a used-book store - that, or he's rougher on books than he is on clothing. It's a well-worn copy.
And a certain blink dog is making its way from room to room, teleporting across walls, sniffing everything it comes within sniffing range of. It's not the brightest of all creatures, but it makes up for that in curiosity and the will to teleport.
So he's using the quiet to make his way over to the room of one Mr. Eric Delaflote, with every intention of finding where it is his consciousness has gone and bringing it back to where it should be. Hey, at least with Eric, he has the benefit of long familiarity, and some certainty that the encounter won't end with his head bashed into a table.
Malek is spread-eagled on the grounds, soaking up the autumn sun as he goes through a copy of Watchmen. It's something he picked up while he was out, probably from a used-book store - that, or he's rougher on books than he is on clothing. It's a well-worn copy.
And a certain blink dog is making its way from room to room, teleporting across walls, sniffing everything it comes within sniffing range of. It's not the brightest of all creatures, but it makes up for that in curiosity and the will to teleport.