Heeeey, you've reached me, Magolor! Actually, you've reached my voicemail. You must be so disappointed. But don't worry, leave a message and I'm sure I'll call you back!
[He won't switch to video for something like this; he's not here to waste a friend's time. Sometimes. Currently!]
That depends on what it is! But the spirit is willing, let's say. Probably. Unless you're heel turning on me! And maybe even then . . . hehehe. What's up?
[ Oh Magolor, she wouldn’t ever betray you. She loves you. ]
I have a power source.... but I only need construct a container for it. A safe one! And preferably a small one. I have a design in mind already, it’s, ah, just that I believe I need your expertise.
[ And because he can literally make wormholes appear out of nowhere, she believes he’s just the person to talk to. ]
[They'd heel turn together, of course. But today is not that day. Or is it?! This is a very interesting request; he perks up immediately, on his side of the screen. The benefit and drawback of audio. He can react however he wants.]
Weeeeell, first of all, what—no, scratch that! First of all, of course I can do it. I doubt there's anything of that nature I couldn't figure out a mechanism for! And I doubt there's any part of this that would get me turning the work down either. But that said, there's still a lot of information I want and need here. Tell me everything~!
[ Because she won't do this over their communicators. Not that she doesn't much care for others listening in, but if they're going to chat, they can also hold hands. ]
Meet me at-- [ Blah blah blah address to some courtyard here. ]
[In fact, he was already headed out the door, fully confident she'd suggest this if he didn't first. She has a keen mind, attuned to the same things Magolor cares about: effective communication on their own terms, and also holding hands a lot. It's one of her many good qualities. And Magolor doesn't keep her waiting long, zipping along to the courtyard without distraction; he wants to know about this!]
[ A soon as he joins her upon a bench, she'll adopt him as usual. Come sit on her lap, you giant floating egg!
Just business, but she appreciates his company now more than ever. He and Somnus had been the first ones that she met in this world.... ]
...An engine. We're constructing an engine. [ A pause. ] Verstael is interested in building a ship of some kind, and, um.... [ Will it actually come to fruition? (And does it matter, when it might be easier to establish more trust with the locals and perhaps acquire a license to build a ship that way?) She doesn't know, but this is giving her something to do. And it is fun, since she does enjoy building things. This is no giant robot, but it's decent enough work. ]
As I mentioned before, all I need is help constructing a container of sorts to house a power source. I have schematics already drafted, but it... does require a fail safe-- in the vain of your abilities. [ His wormhole one. ]
[Verstael, why are you like this! Not that Magolor disapproves. It's more amusing than anything; why spend his efforts on this? What will he accomplish with it? Why take on a project that'll surely be an obvious undertaking for the locals to pick up on if they should be inclined to track people's movements and the supply chain? These questions probably have good answers—Magolor's not under the misimpression that Chief is an idiot or anything. But without knowing those answers, it sure is funny to think about, in the fond way Magolor likes to think about what shit Verstael is getting up to at any given time.
Anyway.
He's settled in her lap comfortably, and blinks cutely up at her upside-down for the conversation, maybe detracting from the professional tone of talking about power source casing schematics. Or maybe not! That's just the lifestyle on this planet!]
Which abilities do you have in mind? I do have many! But I'm guessing you need something a little better than a lead box here. I have some ways of doing that, depending on what you have in mind and what the energy source itself is.
[ Indeed, he is serious. And yes, she had the same reaction-- albeit internally. What a questionable, dubious use of time and resources, but also: what fun and ingenuity.
This also makes her able to work with Magolor more, too, which... she doesn't mind. ]
...Something like... nuclear fusion, I suppose? I can create the equivalent. [ Freeing up one hand, she raises it to and makes a "c" between her index finger and her thumb. ]
This design I have in mind, it's a power source within a capsule... either end lined with a wormhole to capture dangerous, excess radiation from escape. The rest of the energy it creates will be slave-generated to the rest of the engine. But should the capsule's internal temperature climb above a certain point, or if the radioactive decay is too much... I would want those two wormholes to collapse into it, then vanish. Like a killswitch.
[Again he mutters this as filler while his brain composes this picture. He can see it. It's not an application he's ever needed to think about before, but it's directly adjacent to what he uses fairly regularly. He builds and then rebuilds the schematic in his head, composing it at the same time as he composes this next sentence:]
I can do that—kind of. It'd be easier if a third array acted as the killswitch. If you want the first two always open, to draw excess energy away, they'll have to be activated by that energy, so I'll have to build them with a low activation threshold so they open before things build up. And they'll need to be weak enough not to pull the entire thing out of this dimension if that level fluctuates. A third array with a higher activation threshold and more powerful collapse . . . I can put that on the bottom so there's no question it'll only activate at a certain danger level. —I usually need to personally activate these with my own magic, you know? But I don't see why I couldn't alter them to take in different energy forms if there's a constant source. Which there will be!
[ She nods along to what he says; within her mind’s eye, she’s already revising the draft of the cell she envisions. To her, the biggest hurdle is not producing that energy or working with his, but rather working within the confines of this world. She is certainly not the only one whose abilities remained capped. Working together with something might help. ] A third array? Mm, I like that idea. Better safe... [ Better safe than sorry. ]
And ideally, the metrics used to activate a kill switch should be set to trigger for what is intolerable for a human— [ —whether that metric be temperature, pressure, or radiation—] or what its encasing and ship cannot tolerate....
[ She pauses. The source would be a constant supply, but that doesn’t mean a ship would take the same level of energy to power itself all the time. Going faster takes more energy, stalling would require less, and so forth. His wormholes would have to adapt to the needs of the ship. Or engine. ] I may be able to assist with scaling down and stabilizing those portals if you need it.
[He looks up at her upside-down. It's been obvious for a long time that Pyra is extremely skilled in . . . well, he has no idea of the extent of her knowledge. It seems to widen every time he finds out something new about her. But working together on something that closely will be entirely different again. Someone so intelligent, touching his work—what really stands out to Magolor is that he doesn't feel especially threatened by this or possessive of it for once. There's no competitive spirit in Pyra, about this kind of thing. There is one in Magolor, but the flame of it is quick to die around her straightforward, earnest need for help and desire to do things right, and learn from them.]
That'll probably come in handy. There's not much you can't do, huh? I'm impressed!
Audio!
I was wondering if you could assist me with something.
Audio also!
That depends on what it is! But the spirit is willing, let's say. Probably. Unless you're heel turning on me! And maybe even then . . . hehehe. What's up?
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I have a power source.... but I only need construct a container for it. A safe one! And preferably a small one. I have a design in mind already, it’s, ah, just that I believe I need your expertise.
[ And because he can literally make wormholes appear out of nowhere, she believes he’s just the person to talk to. ]
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Weeeeell, first of all, what—no, scratch that! First of all, of course I can do it. I doubt there's anything of that nature I couldn't figure out a mechanism for! And I doubt there's any part of this that would get me turning the work down either. But that said, there's still a lot of information I want and need here. Tell me everything~!
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[ Because she won't do this over their communicators. Not that she doesn't much care for others listening in, but if they're going to chat, they can also hold hands. ]
Meet me at-- [ Blah blah blah address to some courtyard here. ]
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[In fact, he was already headed out the door, fully confident she'd suggest this if he didn't first. She has a keen mind, attuned to the same things Magolor cares about: effective communication on their own terms, and also holding hands a lot. It's one of her many good qualities. And Magolor doesn't keep her waiting long, zipping along to the courtyard without distraction; he wants to know about this!]
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Just business, but she appreciates his company now more than ever. He and Somnus had been the first ones that she met in this world.... ]
...An engine. We're constructing an engine. [ A pause. ] Verstael is interested in building a ship of some kind, and, um.... [ Will it actually come to fruition? (And does it matter, when it might be easier to establish more trust with the locals and perhaps acquire a license to build a ship that way?) She doesn't know, but this is giving her something to do. And it is fun, since she does enjoy building things. This is no giant robot, but it's decent enough work. ]
As I mentioned before, all I need is help constructing a container of sorts to house a power source. I have schematics already drafted, but it... does require a fail safe-- in the vain of your abilities. [ His wormhole one. ]
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[Verstael, why are you like this! Not that Magolor disapproves. It's more amusing than anything; why spend his efforts on this? What will he accomplish with it? Why take on a project that'll surely be an obvious undertaking for the locals to pick up on if they should be inclined to track people's movements and the supply chain? These questions probably have good answers—Magolor's not under the misimpression that Chief is an idiot or anything. But without knowing those answers, it sure is funny to think about, in the fond way Magolor likes to think about what shit Verstael is getting up to at any given time.
Anyway.
He's settled in her lap comfortably, and blinks cutely up at her upside-down for the conversation, maybe detracting from the professional tone of talking about power source casing schematics. Or maybe not! That's just the lifestyle on this planet!]
Which abilities do you have in mind? I do have many! But I'm guessing you need something a little better than a lead box here. I have some ways of doing that, depending on what you have in mind and what the energy source itself is.
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This also makes her able to work with Magolor more, too, which... she doesn't mind. ]
...Something like... nuclear fusion, I suppose? I can create the equivalent. [ Freeing up one hand, she raises it to and makes a "c" between her index finger and her thumb. ]
This design I have in mind, it's a power source within a capsule... either end lined with a wormhole to capture dangerous, excess radiation from escape. The rest of the energy it creates will be slave-generated to the rest of the engine. But should the capsule's internal temperature climb above a certain point, or if the radioactive decay is too much... I would want those two wormholes to collapse into it, then vanish. Like a killswitch.
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[Again he mutters this as filler while his brain composes this picture. He can see it. It's not an application he's ever needed to think about before, but it's directly adjacent to what he uses fairly regularly. He builds and then rebuilds the schematic in his head, composing it at the same time as he composes this next sentence:]
I can do that—kind of. It'd be easier if a third array acted as the killswitch. If you want the first two always open, to draw excess energy away, they'll have to be activated by that energy, so I'll have to build them with a low activation threshold so they open before things build up. And they'll need to be weak enough not to pull the entire thing out of this dimension if that level fluctuates. A third array with a higher activation threshold and more powerful collapse . . . I can put that on the bottom so there's no question it'll only activate at a certain danger level. —I usually need to personally activate these with my own magic, you know? But I don't see why I couldn't alter them to take in different energy forms if there's a constant source. Which there will be!
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And ideally, the metrics used to activate a kill switch should be set to trigger for what is intolerable for a human— [ —whether that metric be temperature, pressure, or radiation—] or what its encasing and ship cannot tolerate....
[ She pauses. The source would be a constant supply, but that doesn’t mean a ship would take the same level of energy to power itself all the time. Going faster takes more energy, stalling would require less, and so forth. His wormholes would have to adapt to the needs of the ship. Or engine. ] I may be able to assist with scaling down and stabilizing those portals if you need it.
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[He looks up at her upside-down. It's been obvious for a long time that Pyra is extremely skilled in . . . well, he has no idea of the extent of her knowledge. It seems to widen every time he finds out something new about her. But working together on something that closely will be entirely different again. Someone so intelligent, touching his work—what really stands out to Magolor is that he doesn't feel especially threatened by this or possessive of it for once. There's no competitive spirit in Pyra, about this kind of thing. There is one in Magolor, but the flame of it is quick to die around her straightforward, earnest need for help and desire to do things right, and learn from them.]
That'll probably come in handy. There's not much you can't do, huh? I'm impressed!