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At least the lion's share of the start of his graduate work was reading and critical analysis in order to get up to speed and prove competency in an number of related fields and specialties of study that his eventual thesis was expected to expand the field of knowledge in. Quenton had managed to remember and use an umbrella earlier in the day for transporting books checked out from the DCU library and had opted for the relative privacy of the safehouse compared to the warmer location of his Assistant Desk in Dr. Schach's office. The lack of readily available and constant supply of coffee meant he'd fallen asleep in a curl in the corner, blanket folded as a backrest between himself and the wall and tome still open on his lap.

A small stack of books and published journals was hard by, obviously also requisite reading to be plowed through when somnolence loosed its icy hold. He didn't stir at the soft, feline entry. Nor did he stir at his name being called, by the only helpful benefit of the ongoing medicinal therapies of the last two months.

There were the faintest tickles at his mouth and nose. Small points of pressure on his body spoke of small feet. It filtered into dreamless black, waking embers there to illuminate the dark and wonder at the source. Then there was a light, more general heaviness. Someone has put a blanket over me?

It was a strange sensation, foreign since summers spent at a grandmother's house before his age had reached double digits. Never since. It never involved a burrowing sensation. A soft sigh escaped as his eyes cracked open to look down, the book hidden away and a lurking lump making for it's space and his legs. He lifted his arm, tenting up the blanket to allow the little body the ability to see more then blanket and move without hindrance. Too small for Faust. Too tender, he'd have batted my face to wake up rather than blanket me.

There were only so many cats he'd ever seen in the place, even though there'd been a year of opportunity for the location's significance and use to get around senshi and Mauvian's both. "Ash? "

As much as it was asked, he lifted his second arm in the blanket as well, looking down and under himself to confirm the silvery whiskers and bright eyes himself. Cats under blankets had an inherent cuteness. "What is the word on the street? Or 'net, really."

Quenton squeezed his eyes appreciatively of the little paws excitement. Hand lifted under her haunches to hold her steady in picking her up and making a short trip to see if the heater was on and remedy if it wasn't. "Thank you for the blanket. It is cold. Too cold."

It was a short excursion, and he sat again and let her have freedom again to move or lay as pleased her. He arranged the blanket on lap nestlike but covering in order to best insulate hopefully both of them while letting his hands be free. Because the left hand moved to ruffle into the silvery bib. She's cleaned up her pieces in the time. How long was I asleep? Hard to say if this all is an improvement compared to the not sleeping before.

"What brought you to the safehouse? "

" Amphitrite.....?" He said it vaguely, like a page number to summon from a tome in a mental book. It was a longish name, having an unfortunate final suffix suggestive of the mineralogical zealots of the enemy.

'ite', being a follower or adherent, a descendant of a specific individual, a rock, mineral or fossil. That's not far enough. Queen of the sea, the wife of King Poseidon...greek nereid or goddess. When have I met people... The occasions of that activity were also slim. Certainly no member of his classes. The rescue at new years, further...a lot of people....Alois' failed purification. What else? The battle surrounding Vespa, but I exchanged no names with any then.

Idly, he set hand to stroking the long, silver flank and side in his lap. Looking at the Mauvian, and thinking of the effect of computers not finding someone brought the answer to the fore, "She was one of the senshi at the Black Watch founding, not that much has come yet of it....she is missing?"

The upgrades to the visor weren't immediately of consequence, a point set aside on a near mental shelf to return to in a few moments while other wheels still turned. And finally, at long last, drowse release its final hold to put circumstances together, "Was she one of the prisoners taken? And not among those rescued?"

The shell was easily retrieved and examined closer. "Usually pieces of our uniform disappear when we power down, don't they? I've given flowers to people before, usually on that assumption or...did someone mention it? I don't know. Its too fuzzy.... Though everyone staying powered up as long as they did over that period of time was impressive already. When I've passed out before, I tend to wake up in civilian clothes. What the difference is, I couldn't say. "

"And whether this being here means that she's not powered down even since then, weeks and weeks later.... Or dead? I don't know. It seems like, as a piece of the magic attached to or provided by any senshi's homeworld, like magical DNA, some sort of information should be able to be tracked from it through some equally magic device. As much as anything 'seems' of making sense in dealing with magic. " The mention of corruption was an uncomfortable one, but also possible. So was being killed, though the shells still existing presence felt like it pointed away from the latter.

"You said you were scanning with the computers....for power signatures...those based off the powered senshi themselves and the sense-able signatures we can all feel? What about trying to locate her through her phone? Mauvians seem to have a pretty decent access to ...Otherspace where items go. The phone still exists, even if she doesn't have it out. Can you track a phone in Otherspace? Regular cellphones, if crime fiction and investigation is to be believed, can be traced through triangulation of the signals off local towers. Can you do something like that if the cell GPS function signature itself isn't strong enough? What do the senshi phones even use, since it isn't likely Verizon's towers or the satellites around Earth. "

"We should definitely try to locate her. And yes, I'd absolutely tell you if I found something. Can we put a notification out on the blast system? We should get search teams out."

'Weigh the time.' Hours wise I expect it is actually rather the same, Ash, whether it is 20 scouts out searching the city for 10 hours each for 200 total hours or one mauvian building a brand new machine over 200 hours. The hours isn't the key, its where and how they're spent. The best answer would have been both, since they're not mutually exclusive.

"Getting a blast out...make sure to included not just a call for information, I can direct volunteers on a search. We can get out in pairs if there's enough. Having some who have access to vehicles would make it go faster- wrap a trench coat around a senshi with their gps active in the passenger seat so that traffic cameras and passersby don't make connections to license plates. Cost will be gas and/or car rentals. But that will cover more ground quickly than just running about. If there's searchers without cars, though, they can be assigned to the downtown highrises and rooftops that are probably out of car-gps range. If we can get eternal senshi or knights on it, their ranges are further. Even just enough people, if not eternals and knights, would be enough to canvas the greater metropolitan area in maybe 12 hours by car without missing any overlaps of scan distance."

Technically you could be working in the meantime on starting research on the things we don't have, but that's probably too directorial. There may already be other projects in process, or there may not be enough people and a Mauvian can sit in a passenger seat scanning as well as someone else.

"The sooner the better, really, but everyone might not be able to get time off immediately. Maybe three days? Tomorrow the earliest, whoever can come. Then skip a day...and then a skip of three...in case people need to ask off or switch shifts with others. So Day 1, Day 3, Day 7. If we can field so many. In the very least you and I can go out....the other executors. Athene might be able to convince Ida to help from the PSSG. Or whomever their other members...Ganymede...maybe there's still presence of the Jovians. "

They had the funhouse dampened, yes, and the point of the canvasing for aura's is only partway for the purpose of detecting her specifically. Leaving agents from such a location, or locating chaos members will be easier and faster in a canvas effort. And, as you say, elbow grease direct searching locations that have little enough public traffic to pose as possible fronts. At least out of senshi or knights that are willing to do so. "

Quenton took a long breath, images of held agents in the dreams of days future and passed into questionable accuracy flitting through the back bleachers of thought. "I can handle interrogation. I looked over some of the history and psychology of it back when I was more actively hunting and trying to make an end of Wolframite."

It is what the Shadows did, when not capturing subjects TO interrogate. "Thank you, Ash, for be willing to talk to me of it. We can do more together than apart. I'm always willing to do whatever best I can offer for you and what you need."