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TC: *folds his arms, regarding the creature* Windstorm, find out what you can about this creature's habitat. There /must/ be someplace safe we can relocate it.

Wind: I-wha-bu-...Sir, most people don't even believe they exist!  There /is no/ known -or even theoretical!- habitat!

Shadow: *light blue flicker.  It's amused.  Poor Wind.*

TC: *frustrated* Well, /something/ must be known, or even /guessed/, about these things. And since /he/ can't exactly tell us directly what he needs...

Wind: ...Maybe he can?  If we ask the right questions.  We know green is "yes", red is "no", and...uh... rainbow is "you fried my processor with that one, try again" so...

Shadow: *there's a soft sound from it, eyes flickering blue...is it laughing?*

TC: ............... *this is /so/ not his area of expertise* Fine. Work with it, then? I have datawork I need to get finished up. *and he'll move off to head for his desk*

Wind: *nods* Okay. *looks at the creature* Okay. So... *and he'll start to ask questions.*

Shadow: *will come trotting over to TC's desk about a half joor later.  It'll hop up on his desk and curl up on a corner.  It kind of melts into itself so it's just a mass of gently shifting shadowy smoke with purple spots of light watching him*

TC: *engrossed in his work, researching something for another case . . . bit of a flinch as the creature hops up into the corner of his sight* .............can I help you?

Shadow: *red and blue flicker.  No, it's content, thanks.*

TC: ............ *nods, then turns* Windstorm?

Wind: *was already stepping into the room* Here, sir.  *will come plop in a chair across from TC* So...he basically just needs a source of fuel.  He's been slipping into homes at night to pull fuel from sleeping mechs, but would rather someone willing to share, and yeah, it needs to come from some/one/.  I couldn't really work out all of why, but something about it being processed or something like that.

TC: Hmn. And if we leave it out and about, one of these days, we'll get another call of some kind of shadow monster in their home when they wake up in the middle of the night. I guess someone's got a new, intelligent pet.

Wind: Mm-hmm...yeah, that's basically the conclusion I came to.  *and he can't help but notice that it came in here to TC when they were done talking...*

TC: *he's...noticed that too, but is choosing to ignore it - gestures at the creature* You're into this kind of thing...

Wind: Which is probably why he turned down my offer of a home. *doesn't want to be seen as something to be studied...which he can understand.*