<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EBTzr3bUEAA9uYM.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kaspian Herondale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356305#msg16356305)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute -> Pho place<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Investigating the Song of Demeter<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Melody Fairchild-Harrow, Kaleigh "Leigh" Keo<br/><br/><hr/>Melody’s guess got him thinking too. “Yeah, I don’t want any demon goo being tracked into the Institute--or, you know, on me.” he nodded with her. “I’ve never seen anything like that. I think I read that lower demons were all just generally gross in one way or another but didn’t think I needed to categorize it at the time.” He checked his shoes and himself when they stepped off. He glanced at Melody and Leigh too, its hard to see your own back. He mentioned it to the pilot to check for remnants as well.<br/><br/>Leigh agreed to the offer of pho. “Sure, I should probably do that report too before heading out. Thiry it is.” he agreed with her. Melody was less sure of the offering was. He nodded to her easily. “Yeah, the noodle soup.” They had other kinds of dishes of course but he wasn’t going to try and remember the menu since she seemed interested. He was about to ask what she was thanking him for, they all saved each other from that demon, but it was a crazy morning. “You’re welcome, and thank you. See you two soon.” he said and turned towards his room.<br/><br/>First things first—he needed a scalding hot shower to get the bits of black goo off of his skin and hair. Showers also relaxed him, which he needed after the adrenaline rush of explosions and combat. Then of course there was that captain who died while he and Leigh were trying to save him. It should be old hat by now, three years of this and he still reacted, still needed process. His reaction was human…no, it was mundane.<br/><br/>What a horrible word to describe the vast majority of the Earth’s sentient inhabitants. They didn’t even get human or like children of Adam and Eve. They were all just basic. Yeah, another thing he probably wouldn’t be adopting into his psyche. The water felt good. He needed this. The simple ritual of cleansing his skin and washing his hair drove out some of the emotion and let him wind down from that coiled spring feeling he had.<br/><br/>He hated typing out reports. The only things he liked typing out were his stories and even they had to be written in pencil first on a pad of paper before he committed them to type. He had spent some time figuring out the voice to text thing and invested in a quality software. He dictated while he was dressing, he was usually pretty good at picturing things in his head.<br/><br/>The main elements were easy enough, he didn’t go through a blow by blow of the battle—he did go through some of the thoughts in his head and his impressions of all of this. His stomach made itself known and he left his report at about eighty percent done. He headed out feeling clean again. Checking his phone for the location he made sure they were open. When he saw Leigh and Melody he smiled and said, “You know its only a few blocks. Want to walk?” The fact that he didn't have a car and he couldn't drive  had nothing to do with it.