Rachel didn't know where-- let alone how-- the Yeerk had gone. But Tom was free of it, at least for now, and if she had her way? It would be kept that way. This time it wasn't some 'deal', this time it was a disappearance... so what if he stayed disappeared?

Maybe she was overboard, practically going door to door with her hunt, but she would not rest until she found him. She had no idea where he was, so she wasn't above checking everywhere, especially since she was doing this alone-- she kind of doubted the others would come out and sanction this. So it was up to her to do it. In the end, she was scouring the ship, occasionally as a human, occasionally as a wolf or bald eagle to try and track by sight or smell.

Unfortunately, it turned out that searching the entire ship for one small slug/alien wasn't an easy task.

((ooc: backdated to just after this. And you can run into her wherever you'd like, in morph or as herself!))

Jaime had had a lot to think about lately. Biggest among them was this ship and the people on it. Who could he trust? His other self had made it pretty clear that there were very few people that he could deal with without worry, and only a few of them, like Paco, were people he actually knew. As it was, he had taken to wandering the city, trying to get his mind wrapped around what had to be done.

Plans to be made. Alternate plans to be made. People to talk to, information to gain. Saving the world--he'd done that, he could deal with it. Saving the multiverse? That was almost something else entirely. He paused in his walking and sat heavily on the curb of the street he was walking down. What was he supposed to do? He was just a kid.

But he was also a hero. He groaned, rubbed his face with his hand, then glanced upwards.

"I didn't ask for this! Why is it always me?" He questioned the open air, questioned God. Questioned the Reach, the Ohm. Whoever was listening.

Sometimes he wished he could be normal again.

[[OOC: This right here is required reading if you're going to tag. OOC organization is here

For too long the firstborn son of Satan's demonic soul had been trapped, denied his rightful control over Daimon's body. Now, thanks to Mei-Xing, he was finally free. The next course of action was obvious- he would have to take control of one of the beings on this ship. He could start with the vulnerable and move on to the more powerful. He had to act fast before that fool recovered. Fortunately he needn't go very far. The city was full of potential victims.

Now, now. Who to possess first?

 The last few days (or was it weeks? He hadn't bothered distinguishing one day from the next.) seemed to go by in a flurry of new sights, textures, and plenty of delectable sounds. The number of things that still remained to be examined by a curious touch, or heard by a wobbly ear firmly pressed against it, seemed limitless. And so, his wanderlust was in full force.

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