ic contact.

[deushexmachina]

"Hi, probably just easier to find me in the lab. I'll get back to you."

Comments

[jinxs]

Fine, fine.

(empty hands up, see?)

I can make my own fun stuff, it's fine.

[deushexmachina]

I'll help you, [he says, warmth in his throat.] If you need it, of course. You've gotten far without much help.

[jinxs]

I would like that, but I just can't imagine you making, you know, guns and explosives and bombs, which is really what I like doing. Would you?

(and most importantly, does he trust her enough to let her have it if he has a hand on it.)

[deushexmachina]

Well — true, yes. We don't make weapons. [He and Viktor already have, even if they don't fully realize it.] But you could do so much more, and I can help you with that.

[jinxs]

Like what? I don't really like anything else.

(she just likes the boom, jayce.)

[deushexmachina]

I've been designing mechanics for sounds. Loud sounds.

[jinxs]

... Silencers?

(jinx there is more in the world than guns)

[deushexmachina]

I was considering the opposite direction, with flash-bang distractions. But we could make a silencers, sure. [Jayce is far more inclined to bend the moral rules than Viktor, regarding weaponry.]

[jinxs]

... Hold on--

(an index finger held out, she fishes one of her bombs from her bag.)

We can change this into that.

[deushexmachina]

That's a great idea, [he doesn't reach for it, already familiar with the design.] If I could find some phosphorus... something bright enough to blind any beast coming your way.

[jinxs]

It poofs pink ink, so-- all we have to do is replace.

[deushexmachina]

Should be easy enough, once I get the materials. Short of that, we might be experimenting with chemicals a bit.

[jinxs]

(well, he's got an apprentice, doesn't he? her hand reaches for a handshake. seems like today went well.)