There it was - the slight metallic taste of danger tingling the perimeter of his tongue. The thrill of a hunt or a stakeout reved his heart a little. The possibility of an encounter, no matter how much he needed to avoid it tonight, flushed his cheeks a bit. Reasonance thrived in environments where conflict was common or the end-all of resolution. Tonight he couldn't be Reasonace though - tonight he had to be Lindsay French and no one could know of his machinations in the Resonance.
He sat on the closed toilet, knowing that he was about to start draining energy, and slipped all of the way into his reality. There was a snake coiled upwards to the heavens. Slowly its scales began to shed as fragments of data formed into a trunk. Then branches and roots sprawled across the horizon. Yggdrasil channeled from roots to trunk to branches to leaves in the syncopated pulsing of life. Reasonance zoomed focus to the branches, and found a packet of code resembling an ant, and called out to that particular ant among thousands of others.
"You. My brother. My friend. I am in need of your strength, loyalty, and persistence. Your purpose must reassemble into mine. Your next workings will be at my side should I need it. Your pressence will aid me in my endeavors."
With that being said, Reasonance began a struggle with the formicidae-esque sprite. He knew that if a man was sneaking around patiently and methodically, that he would be well able to torch a nosy interloper. He only hoped that the sprite would protect and heal like a Paladin was suposed to do.