Last Friday I introduced a new project to a few key people. It is time that we restore a few of the older memory stones, because if memory stones lie around for too long they get brittle and might explode spontaneously. A little nudge or increased temperatures may do the trick. So the old stones have to be deconstructed and then built anew. This is, of course, best done by the imp who made the original stone or at least someone who has opened the stone before. Don’t want to create any Ishta during this project.
To coordinate this I need a few people from different departments within the university to help me. In case of imps like Mikha, this can only be called a necessary evil. In case of the dean its alright, and when it comes to Cromvik, it’s just plain awkward.
Yes, he was at the meeting. I know I haven’t written about him for a while – that’s because I haven’t seen him for months. Not that I cared that much, I just don’t know what to make of him. It makes me uncomfortable that he is so certain that I was behind the new dean thing (don’t know what I’m talking about? Looky here and here). I plain don’t know how to deal with this. I don’t know whether I can trust him with that knowledge.
So, when he stayed behind after the meeting, the acutely uncomfortable conversation between us went something like this:
“Hi,” he said with a friendly smile.
“Hi,” I repeated dumbly.
Awkward silence.
“So, I was on sabital in Arachal for the last few months,” he continued.
“Oh,” was my intelligent reply to that.
“Yeah. Just in case you were wondering why you haven’t seen me for so long,” he added, shuffling his feet.
More silence.
“So … I’ll see you when you come to your individual project meeting?” Stupid question, considering he was obliged to come to that meeting. But at least better than silence, right?
He hesitated. “Yeah, I’ll … see you then … I guess.”
“Bye, then,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“Bye,” he responded and finally left.
After this “talk” I really don’t know how the meeting between just the two of us will go. Guess I need to find out whether I can trust Chromvik. This uncertainty is driving me crazy.
To coordinate this I need a few people from different departments within the university to help me. In case of imps like Mikha, this can only be called a necessary evil. In case of the dean its alright, and when it comes to Cromvik, it’s just plain awkward.
Yes, he was at the meeting. I know I haven’t written about him for a while – that’s because I haven’t seen him for months. Not that I cared that much, I just don’t know what to make of him. It makes me uncomfortable that he is so certain that I was behind the new dean thing (don’t know what I’m talking about? Looky here and here). I plain don’t know how to deal with this. I don’t know whether I can trust him with that knowledge.
So, when he stayed behind after the meeting, the acutely uncomfortable conversation between us went something like this:
“Hi,” he said with a friendly smile.
“Hi,” I repeated dumbly.
Awkward silence.
“So, I was on sabital in Arachal for the last few months,” he continued.
“Oh,” was my intelligent reply to that.
“Yeah. Just in case you were wondering why you haven’t seen me for so long,” he added, shuffling his feet.
More silence.
“So … I’ll see you when you come to your individual project meeting?” Stupid question, considering he was obliged to come to that meeting. But at least better than silence, right?
He hesitated. “Yeah, I’ll … see you then … I guess.”
“Bye, then,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“Bye,” he responded and finally left.
After this “talk” I really don’t know how the meeting between just the two of us will go. Guess I need to find out whether I can trust Chromvik. This uncertainty is driving me crazy.
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