[The only thing more frustrating than needing information and being unable to find it is apparently finding information and having it disappear before your eyes. Or so Van opines, frowning at the spot in his journal where there used to be a conversation and is now nothing.
Damn.
He should have thought more carefully before accidentally teaching the replica how to hide things from him. Still, he saw a name. A name he thought he may have heard before, in fact.
But it will do him no good to sit around glaring at the journal all day. He stands, stretches, and goes to fetch his coat, scarf, and gloves. Perhaps a walk to mull things over will help.
Which is exactly how, some time later, he finds himself turning a corner in the road and spotting the replica.
Honestly, he doesn't know whether to be annoyed or pleased.]
[Action]
Damn.
He should have thought more carefully before accidentally teaching the replica how to hide things from him. Still, he saw a name. A name he thought he may have heard before, in fact.
But it will do him no good to sit around glaring at the journal all day. He stands, stretches, and goes to fetch his coat, scarf, and gloves. Perhaps a walk to mull things over will help.
Which is exactly how, some time later, he finds himself turning a corner in the road and spotting the replica.
Honestly, he doesn't know whether to be annoyed or pleased.]