Third Howl [Private Messages, late Friday night]

[professorwolf]

A series of private audio messages:


[To Eliot, left on his phone:]

Eliot, this is-- Professor Lyall.

[Yes, there's a brief hesitation there. He's still not entirely sure he oughtn't go with his first name, since Eliot insisted he use his.]

I have found a scent trail for the Oracle. If you would like to help me investigate, I would be glad of your company.

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[To Kaidan, who has now graduated from title status into last name status:]

Alenko, this is Lyall. I seem to have found the Oracle, or at least some sign of her. I would like to speak with you in person about it, if possible.

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[To Tony, since he was so... helpful last time, and proving he did indeed learn how to make a private call:]

Mister Stark. I thought you might like to know I have found some sign of the Oracle, though not her, herself. I will keep you updated, if you like.

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[professorwolf]

((wow, that's what happens when I tag late at night... XD holy unfinished thought, Batman!))


[Lyall looks rueful.]

I was already speaking with him on the communicator, unfortunately, and I could barely hear him over this awful... noise, which he refused to either desist of or explain. I suppose I shall just track him down the old-fashioned way, then, or else give it up if it takes too long.

[He shakes his head. Yes, he's aware of the uses of the things, but he's not willing to subject his poor ears to that again.]

[standsentinel]

Ah. Yeah... there's a lot of welding and other shop work that would be hard on the ears.

[Tactfully, Kaidan opts not to share sudden memories of his boyhood dog's disappearing act in the face of his father's power tools.]

You could send him a text message, maybe -- all the information, none of the hearing loss.

[professorwolf]

[Shaking his head, Lyall says,]

He has the gist of the information, as it is, it isn't that imperative. Besides, I would really rather keep as much of this off the network as I can.

[He offers Kaidan a brief bow.]

I'm sure I'll be seeing you again soon, Alenko.

[standsentinel]

You know where to find me... and I promise I'll kill the arc welder first if you want to talk.

[Alenkos: More polite than Starks.]

Good hunting, Lyall.

[professorwolf]

[Much more polite, and that would be one of many reasons Lyall likes him so much more.... He offers a small but warm smile for the major.]

Thank you.

[And with a final tip of the hat, he's off.]