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[omniavincit]

[ Good morning, everyone! It is around 5:30 when the sleep-clotted tones of William's voice come through the CommLink. ] Is anyone friends with Theo?

[ A normal question, asked at a normal time. ]


[ WARDENS ]


Theo Crawford's missing. [ A pause. ] 19, red hair. Looks like he's wasting away.

[ Likes magic, reading, and chess. Liable to kill someone for a cigarette. ] His sheets are gone, so we may be looking for a body. [ It's dispassionate, his voice sealed off against any emotion. ] I'm checking with the Admiral about that.




ooc: JUST A NOTE that I am a-okay with other people finding Theo/inmates finding him and lying to William about it/what have you, this is just a post to get the word out! He has a log over here.

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[shiftedshape]

[Loki reels back from his communicator, surprised, and just barely keeps the irritation out of his voice.

Or, well, doesn't, but it passes.]

Yes. I specialize in illusions, not tracking. I'm not a witch.

[Although, he isn't sure that Misty's version of witches had that talent either, and-- wait, does William even know about that? Not the point. Another time.

Moving on, in a more thoughtful tone as he considers what his magic might actually help with...]

I can cast illusions and light areas we might search. Shapeshift to fit into smaller spaces or reach higher ones. I could pop in behind him to cut off a route of escape, if need be. And I can probably blast open one of the vent covers, though if he's in there he's likely done that himself somehow.

...It seems unwise to play with his trust in us, but I could disguise myself or someone else as an inmate he trusts, as well, if it came to it.

[omniavincit]

[ William absorbs all this, obscurely cheered despite the circumstances. Manipulating light and form, scurrying into some nook or cranny as a mouse. Imagine.

And on the other side of the coin: scurrying down cold hallways with a too-thin sheet because you'll never know that feeling, that mastery again. ] He's probably dead, is the thing. [ There's not much in his voice: regret, resignation. ] Can you sense that?

[shiftedshape]

[Loki's eyes widen ever so slightly. He hadn't considered that, despite the incident with Chase. Compared to the Barge, this place has seemed so safe. Even with all the pointless fist fighting nearly immediately.

After a moment's hesitation:]

Perhaps with preparation. That's not my area of expertise. That's more...

[He trails off, brow furrowing as his gaze darts off-screen. William was her inmate, but that doesn't mean Misty would have shared that she had magic at all, let alone any of the specifics. Still, he can't help but wish she were here. This would be exactly the sort of thing she could do that he can't.]

I'll look into it. For next time. There may be something I can establish, though seidr doesn't always mix with foreign technology. I shall have to speak to the Navarch.

[Loki blows out a breath, disappointment evident in his expression. He's doing terribly already. Of course.]

I can search, though. Shift to get into smaller spaces, if need be. He is rather slight.