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Uh oh. Max is plotting something again.

Or at least that's what the blueprints and assorted sheafs of paper scattered around her would suggest. She's biting her lower lip, a nervous habit. Every few moments she glances up. She might be looking for someone, or just keeping an eye on things. It's anyone's guess, really.

She's definitely up for distraction.

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A slight frown as he pages through the new book.

"Don't suppose you want someone elses soul in her body? Did she ever have one?"

"...I thought souls were rather necessary to function as normal."

She frowns slightly, then nods. "Yeah, she did."

"Well, there are some that aren't attached, ghosts and such..."

He frowns at her.

"What happened to it? We might be able to use a locater spell, or a entrancement to draw it back to her body..."

"I don't know, exactly. She couldn't tell me. From what I could piece together, it was probably a very, very long time ago."

She takes a sip of coffee long gone cold. "I have theories, of course."

She always has theories.

"Well?"

He gestures.

"Relay them, please."

"Well, the most obvious, and the one that fits with what she could tell me, is a form of dissociation. It's not entirely uncommon, in unbearable situations, to fragment one's consciousness to protect the core of the self."

Sounds almost like she's reciting a lesson.

"Huh...."

Tim scatters books, finally pulling one out, flipping through.

"One of the ways to deal with such would be a mental journey. Taking the conciounesses of several entities and inserting them inside her head, to find the core her, and help bring it out."

She nods slightly, filing away the information. "Would that work if it was truly split from the rest of her consciousness, not just sealed away?"

He pauses in his studying, shuts that book, grabs another one.

"No, then you'd need a locater spell, to find the other piece."

She mutters something that might be a string of curses.

"Which could be anywhere in the multiverse, I'd imagine."

Another glance at the books. "Where did all those come from, anyway?"

"More then likely, still in the same place as her previous owner was..."

He gestures upwards.

"There is a mystic library upstairs that I seem to have a key to."

She twitches slightly at the word 'owner', eyes narrowing.

"Wherever that was. Didn't exactly seem to obey the normal laws of time and space."

It is the truth, sadly.

"How'd you get there in the first place?"

That doesn't make her like it any more.

"I'm not entirely sure of the how of it. Didn't really care, as long as we weren't ripped apart in the process, and were able to get back."

"Great."

He mutters.

"Well, we could always just have her open the front door, and see what happens."

"...The place was destroyed behind us. As in, it looked like a nuke was going off as we were on our way out. I don't think there's anything left there. Not that'd sustain human life."

"Well, gee, ain;t that happy."

He's not angry at her, just at the situation. Another book is lifted, consulted.

"Ah. This is interesting. apparently, a powerful enough Psychic could rebuild what was removed using what remains, sort of like filling in the cracks."

She draws away a little, back pressing against the wall of the booth. One arm looks around her drawn up knee.

"That might have potential..."

A pause.

"You know a really gifted psychic?"

Max nods once. "Mmmhmm. There's only one problem."

"Which is?"

He seems better having heard this.

"Only one I know was also one of Gaunt's - the girl's old master's - guests. There might be others here, but I haven't encountered them."

A slight twitch.

"Aha. That... could be a problem."

"Considering he used the girl to keep his victims from dying so he could continue torturing them?" She smiles mirthlessly. "Yeah. There might be a few issues."

His head touches the tbale. Not in submission, but in thought.

"I might be able to cobble up the same thing,w ith magic."