<strong>Name~</strong>Delphine<br/><strong>Location~</strong>Personal Haven<br/><strong>Time~</strong>What's time?<br/><strong>Tagged~</strong>Ephiral/Blythe/Kythia<br/><br/><em>The House swallowed her up, the silences becoming the very thing that allowed her to forget, for long minutes, just what it was she was doing. Unlike most people who had grown up in the era of of computer technology, Delphine had never gotten used to the infernal things and swore that they all hated her. So, when the boss told her to use her ways and means~well that meant the library. <br/><br/>Her library wasn't a regular sort. Not at all. Instead she had journals, rows of journals. And these little leather bound books were filled with rows upon rows of names and job ratings. The people listed therein were just regular humans who worked all sorts of jobs in the work a day world. All of these people could be used if there became an urgent necessity for them to be bound. <br/><br/>Delphine glanced through a few random journals, her eyes slitted against the beckoning letters that cavorted across the pages. She would get lost in her own writing if she didn't focus. That would not be either helpful NOR good, for her Prince or her friend. So she brought all of her mental acuity to bear and forced herself to concentrate.<br/><br/>The first few journals held lists of electric company employees, cable service technicians, city hall workers. She shoved the books back and picked up a fourth one. A list of every known beat cop, detective and desk jockeys at the ACPD. Slender fingers trailed along names, checking the hours worked, shifts preferred, whether or not they would be available for bonding. Eventually, she stopped at a name~her stomach tightening momentarily.<br/><br/>Yes. HIM. He would do.</em><br/><br/><strong>Police Detective Trask Kensey.</strong><br/><br/><em>After a momentary hesitation, Delphine wandered back to the front of her small house and dug for the cheap disposable phone she used to contact Ryan. More long moments were spent searching for his number and once she had it, she spent another minute or more typing out a text to send to him.</em><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Ryan~I have found a possible. Please text me or come by when you have time. I will show what I know.</strong></div><br/><em>A slim finger pressed send and then, Delphine finally allowed the firm hold she'd kept on her mind to loosen. After all, there were pens in a cup that had just been knocked over by a stray breeze and the way they landed needed her utmost attention, at least until Ryan stopped by.<br/><br/>Maybe the patterns would show her whether or not her find would work for the Prince.</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>