[ The thing collapses, and the โ boy, young man? โ moves in to check it. If Gustave had anything left in the tank, he might push forward to try and pull him back โ what if it wasn't enough, what if the damn thing wakes up, angry and lashing out โ but all he can do for the moment is lean down, hands braced on his legs, and try to breathe. His head is spinning, and his uniform is newly damp, warm blood cooling against his skin. He'd opened something back up, it seems. ]
No. Not magic.
[ Somewhere behind his weariness, there might almost be a thin hint of amusement, wry and familiar. He'd spent a lot of time back in Lumiรจre trying to remind people that pictos aren't some dangerous, unknowable sorcery, but the public perception of them had always been a little wary. ]
A kind of, a... technique.
How could you find the flow of electrons?
[ He might be about to fall over, but there's a Science Mystery afoot here, and that takes precedence. ]
no subject
No. Not magic.
[ Somewhere behind his weariness, there might almost be a thin hint of amusement, wry and familiar. He'd spent a lot of time back in Lumiรจre trying to remind people that pictos aren't some dangerous, unknowable sorcery, but the public perception of them had always been a little wary. ]
A kind of, a... technique.
How could you find the flow of electrons?
[ He might be about to fall over, but there's a Science Mystery afoot here, and that takes precedence. ]