She's an ascendant, yes. No experience in building construction, herself, but she may know someone who knows someone. Fortunately, the, ehh... the ignition event hasn't done much damage to her reputation.
Ehhh, [sounds like maybe a little, but then,] yes. But in the way you still congratulate someone and tell them you'll talk later as you're kicking them out. More like... angry that she was startled.
[Should he tell him? He wants to tell someone so badly—]
[Perhaps not the worst idea, minus the thought on it special part. She'll see right through it, of course, but she does like a good object— but never mind that, he's cracking—]
Thank you. Ah... yes. Thank you. ... You... you wouldn't happen to have read the findings from last year's lyrium study... would you?
Not the results I meant... but a fascinating read, isn't it? That the severed limb would attempt to regrow its own— well, presumably a body, but who knows what it might have come up with...
Last year's study. To summarize, we found that anchored rifters demonstrate a resistance to raw lyrium comparable to that of dwarves who handle it regularly. So... since then, Jayce and I have been... trying things.
[This is definitely a looking-around kind of pause. Quieter, then:]
We designed a hot plate—a portable burner without a flame, small enough to carry. Our prototype is roughly the diameter of those shallow soup bowls in the dining hall. Actually, we took one for the— anyway, the point is... we inscribed it ourselves. And it worked.
[ mused. a moment, please, while he picks the pieces into place. lazar is frequently foolish, impulsive – at times impressively, obstinately dull. but he isn't that kind of dumb. this is big. this is dangerous, maybe. he whistles low: ]
[ that touches something. maybe a funny little sense of pride. sure, it’s practical: anyone in the gallows sold them out, he'd be a quick knock. still. ]
Know you got plans for something bigger.
[ heat’s dead useful, but enough gold already buys it. ]
[Always, on scales both figurative and literal. Smaller things, too, easily overlooked. A smear of blood here or there for tighter precision, a brighter flame. Interlocking pyramids, a triangle enclosed in a ring—]
Of course. [Maybe.] I believe the designs are sound... and we'll be able to work out any kinks on the trial model before moving on to the full scale iteration.
[Which should be in better progress than it is. They have supplies... the engine, the skiff, the silks...
(The terribly empty spaces where certain people ought to be...)]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
no subject
We've had to pull out of her workshop for now.
no subject
no subject
[Should he tell him? He wants to tell someone so badly—]
no subject
[ this is possibly not sound relationship advice ]
Congratulations,
[ on whatever ]
no subject
Thank you. Ah... yes. Thank you. ... You... you wouldn't happen to have read the findings from last year's lyrium study... would you?
no subject
Read the bit where she cut her arm off.
no subject
no subject
[ for certain people with bitchass legs. ]
no subject
[One does lay awake at night and ponder.]
I don't believe an anchor transplant of any kind has ever been attempted here... at least not according to our records.
no subject
[ if it's one he's just getting a sick hook. where's the donated anchor coming from? don't worry about it. ]
no subject
[You're welcome for that mental image.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
We designed a hot plate—a portable burner without a flame, small enough to carry. Our prototype is roughly the diameter of those shallow soup bowls in the dining hall. Actually, we took one for the— anyway, the point is... we inscribed it ourselves. And it worked.
no subject
[ mused. a moment, please, while he picks the pieces into place. lazar is frequently foolish, impulsive – at times impressively, obstinately dull. but he isn't that kind of dumb. this is big. this is dangerous, maybe. he whistles low: ]
Shit, mate. Who all knows?
no subject
[A plain concession. Obviously it's fine to tell Lazar—see, he sounds like he gets it.]
We're still working out how to proceed.
no subject
Know you got plans for something bigger.
[ heat’s dead useful, but enough gold already buys it. ]
no subject
Well... there is the airship, of course.
no subject
no subject
[Which should be in better progress than it is. They have supplies... the engine, the skiff, the silks...
(The terribly empty spaces where certain people ought to be...)]
no subject
[ it stay up ]
What d'you need to move ahead?
no subject
On the trial model? I believe we have all we need, especially now that we're set to take on the enchantment ourselves. It's just...
Well. Things keep coming up.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)