text 💎 un: Tohsaka Rin

[defenceless]

If anyone knows how to melt gold, get in contact with me.

[because someone lost her fire powers. yep, that's it. for the most part...

but a brief addition to the message appears a second later.]

If your suggestion is to make something phallic out of it, feel free to still reply. That way I'll know who to mark for execution.

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[evantuality]

I'm pretty sure that's a metaphor.

Do you not have, like, a backpack? Or I don't know... pockets? The argument could be made that coins are a much more tempting target than some theoretical awkwardly shaped round thing. Much easier to make off with a coin or two than a big golden target.

[Okay, now he's just arguing for the sake of arguing.]

[defenceless]

[yeah, he is.]

I don't care what you think. In my opinion, a big, fat, solid gold egg would get snatched up right away, over one or two coins.

[evantuality]

Well, cost-benefit there. Easier to keep track of, easier to catch the eye of a human magpie.

Where did you even get a fat golden egg here? As far as I knew these people don't have metalcraft, and all the stuff that's getting dug out of the sand is alloyed steel or some such.

[defenceless]

[... shoot. she accidentally let it slip.]

Forget you ever heard me mention an egg.

[evantuality]

[On the other end of the network, Evan scoffs]

Consider it forgotten.

But if I were you I'd be more worried about having your egg -- sorry, your undefined but unwieldy chunk of probably mostly gold stolen once we get back to base. Who wants to carry around a golden egg for the next however many months? If I were at all interested in delinquency of that bent, I would almost certainly let you do all the work until we were somewhere nice and convenient, like Oska.

[He's definitely sassing you, Rin.]

[defenceless]

[hmm.]

I'll be sure to booby trap it with a detonation spell, then.

[evantuality]

[He's well into the swing of it now]

If you've got the kind of power that you can do that, why not simply put a tracker on it? Cleaner, less chance of blowing a hole in the side of our communal dorm arrangement. Or are explosives all you can do?

[defenceless]

You assume I care more about "blowing holes" in things than I do about my gold.

A tracking spell is far too wasteful and would take way too much time to set, even considering if I was up to my normal energy levels. A detonation charm would do just as well.

[evantuality]

And what about, oh I don't know, making the damn thing scream if someone other than you picks it up? Or just gets hot enough to burn a hole in someone's pocket?

Really, this is just self-preservation. I don't want to find out once we get back to Oska that your room is right above mine by coming home to a big old hole in the ceiling or something.

[defenceless]

I am not a weak person, Evan. [implying only wimps wouldn't ensure the criminals acting against them suffer a merciless death...] If you're not prepared for everything, I suggest you work up to that point. It's not my concern to worry about your suitability for ALASTAIR. Are we done, here?

[evantuality]

[On the other end of the network, Evan is scoffing up an amused storm. He does have a moment of pause, though, wondering if perhaps he's gone a sass too far with someone he doesn't actually know all that well. Tone is so hard to read over text.]

Well, I mean, I suppose we may be, now that you've been so kind as to offer warning that I should ward my possessions and room against egregious explosions, just in case.

2/2

[evantuality]

[he considers for a moment after sending the last, and finally decides not to leave it just at that.]

But for real, if you end up holding onto the thing till everyone's powers come back, I can help you with that. I've got zero interest in acquiring gold for myself, but re-shaping it sounds like an interesting problem to tackle.

[defenceless]

So you have special abilities that will help with melting gold...

Interesting. I may hunt you out. Until then? Look alive, recruit.

[evantuality]

[On the other end of the network Evan actually cackles. Immediately hushes himself, but that was definitely a laugh.]

o7