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A library...

The boggan peers at the computer, pecking at keys.

"You know how to use a computer?" Prince grins "At your age?" Ignoring his own gray

"It's information. Young boggan bucks .... where do you think social media -comes- from? I picked up a few things."

"I should have known you'd remain adaptable" He types away himself...

"Hmmph." He peers and pecks. They've split the list and are each working at gathering more information and notes to be sorted and reviewed.

Mm he has a college that one might have gone too IF he has the name right... but there are three others with the same mortal name and..mm this could take a bit

He plugs away at it; the method of gathering information may be different, but the process is the same. Cast a wide net, pull it all in, sort through it for those pearls....

a CLICK... Marine thrown out for pilfering suppliles?

what has that to do with.. clickityh click

Hm, pearls. I believe I gave her some... I know I did. Something else then.... Hmmm... necklaces and earrings, yes, she's had those... a bracelet? Anklet! Something for her hair? Hm. Part of him is distracted until the anomaly presents itself and he snaps his mind back to the task at hand.

Here we go...college on a Marine scholarship, Wayne Hamilton. Which might be the troll. Expertise indicates quite a … specialized career. It has signs of black ops, but demolitions were among his studies

He takes careful notes, following up with any little leads, tracking his progress so it can be recreated....

The fellow served time in the marines, risked a dishonorable discharge and fell off the grid..or tried to. Mortal image only, that may not be... is that a Bear Tattoo? In red? Yes, it is. On the shoulder. Mathan.. bear. Mm

"Prince." He whispers. "Take a look. What do you think?"

"Mathan..isn't that celtic for bear?"

"If my memory serves, yes." He points out the career specialization. "It all seems very suggestive."

"I'll tell you something about tattoos my friend, people who share a tragedy often get them together... at least in the stories. If we find the artist, and if his or her memory is any good. We have a rough idea for another contact"

"I imagine he'd stand out as a customer... and if they were together... moreso. Hm." Thoughtful. "That caretaker they had, the .... duck. I can't imagine she left them; she got them to some safe haven. Can you see if you can find hints of her? I will pursue our possibly blue friend and the others."

"On my way, see you at our hotel room?" Wryly

OOC ? Is that Prince? I thought he was at the library with BillBill?

OOC: Yes. it's prince. And I thought they were talking in the library?

OOC Yes. I don't understand the last post then. Can you clarify?

OOC OH! He's suggesting he'd have to leave to do so?

IC BillBill waves his hand at the computer desk and chair. "Start here if you like, but if you must wander, take this phone number. Contact me there; I'm not sure where we'll be later."

OOC: Sorry, sounded like Bill wanted him to split up and each persue different avenues but you meant on computers

BIC: "Oh pardon, you meant online... mm yes I'l lgive it ago. But thanks for the number"

OOC There we go.

IC "Yes, well, you may as well have it now, for the duration. It's not a permanent thing, mind you." He goes back to hunting and pecking, seeking to connect this Hamilton with others who might fit the bill....

"Is Bev a permanent thing?" A smirk "whether that's her real name or not?"

"How exactly is that any of your business?" Irritably.

"Ha. We have shed blood together, convienently not often our blood, but in the tales, there is a brotherhood of such things" the Eshu says

"I suppose she is as permanent a thing as she wishes to be." Grumbled.

"As she wishes... oh my, this is delicious" As Bill Bill ponders murdering Prince before their foe can, Prince pauses "I found her. But.. I don't think she'll be a problem"

"Gone?" He -does- vent a murderous look at the eshu before craning to see his screen.

"I found her on 'find a grave' " He says "It's a website that's..self explanatory"

"Where's the site? Dig around, pardon, the area, see if one of them might have stayed close? Or an obituary that details where she spent time, same thing?"

"Good idea"

Peer.... peck.....

A deep voice chimes behind him, "Hey good looking flyboys, wanna fly with me ?" Behind them is a very good looking pooka man with dragon fly wings in his mid twenties "i'm into older men"

BillBill looks around and .... groans.

"A hat would have been nice. A fan, even...." Muttered.

"Who the.." Prince is, understandably confused "Bill, you know this pooka?"

The fellow leans over Billbill from behind, and looks at the Eshu "Intimately"

He sighs. "I'm afraid so." He reaches up without looking and cups the pooka's cheek with his hand.

The Dragonfly smiles and in that deep voice says "You are too sweet. " Then a wink at Prince "How goes with the search, Prince?"

"you too, sunshine" to Bill

BillBill passes over the notes he's taken and taps the screen as he pulls up Hamilton's pages. "This one seems... promising."

"A tro…" Voice lowers "a troll is willing to do all this? Isn't there some super code they follow that would make that, problematic?"

BillBill leans back in the chair, thinking. "One can convince oneself of almost anything, with the right motivations. I've worked with trolls before; excellent warriors, and they aren't -stupid-. Crafty, no, but not stupid either."