[Rocket scratches his chin thoughtfully. Now there's the kind of talk he comes to places like this for. Who cares about smalltalk and chitchat when you can talk ~business~]
Yeah, Rhys and I have gone over the particulars a bit. My bein' in Wyver's gonna be pretty convenient, all things considered.
[He steeples his fingers. Even non-disconcertingly human-like raccoon hands were good for steepling, and it always looks diabolical.] What's on your mind, Ros?
[It absolutely looks diabolical, and for a moment Rosalind once again reflects on the fact she's having this conversation with a bloody raccoon. A profiteering, abrasive, oddly endearing raccoon.]
I'd like you to take a look at a few bullets I've made. I've worked with metals before, but never like this-- and if we're going to make ones filled with acid, I'd like to get the base correct before we add on special effects.
Uh-huh. Well, I've still got some stuff leftover from where I built Sesshoumaru that cybernetic arm before the bastard up and decided to go back into stasis. Didn't even get a chance to show it off.
[That was a fine piece of tech, too. He waves it off. HE'S NOT BITTER... He says, bitterly.] Point bein', if you need some extra reinforcement to keep the metal from degrading, the stuff I'm used to workin' with is pretty resistant to a lot of crap.
[There's a part of her very tempted to ask him to come home with her right now and look stuff over. The only thing that stops her is-- well, twofold. One, she's actually quite enjoying herself, and two, they're too far from Olympia.]
Come by my home soon, then. I'd appreciate a set of hands that knows what they're doing either way.
You got it. [He shakes said hands out a bit, like he's preparing to do something strenuous with them.] Now if you'll excuse me, I got somethin' to steal.
[Or try to steal.
Or possibly get distracted by dancing glitter attempting to steal.]
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[Rocket scratches his chin thoughtfully. Now there's the kind of talk he comes to places like this for. Who cares about smalltalk and chitchat when you can talk ~business~]
Yeah, Rhys and I have gone over the particulars a bit. My bein' in Wyver's gonna be pretty convenient, all things considered.
[He steeples his fingers. Even non-disconcertingly human-like raccoon hands were good for steepling, and it always looks diabolical.] What's on your mind, Ros?
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I'd like you to take a look at a few bullets I've made. I've worked with metals before, but never like this-- and if we're going to make ones filled with acid, I'd like to get the base correct before we add on special effects.
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[That was a fine piece of tech, too. He waves it off. HE'S NOT BITTER... He says, bitterly.] Point bein', if you need some extra reinforcement to keep the metal from degrading, the stuff I'm used to workin' with is pretty resistant to a lot of crap.
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Come by my home soon, then. I'd appreciate a set of hands that knows what they're doing either way.
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[Or try to steal.
Or possibly get distracted by dancing glitter attempting to steal.]