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@Kitten @Tenzai
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One quantum flux stylus." Tyr replied, relaxed and observant as he'd watch Luneth's diligent, near tunneled work. Her focus to the task was admirable, even if there was ideal, haphazard spoken bander involved. In a way, that was the charm of his classmate, especially during lab work. It made otherwise mind numbing days go by quicker, which was always a relief. As Luneth worked, he'd jot down the neccessary filing, and ledgers of the production, all legally necessary for the production and transfer of fragments such as these.
Well ahead on the matter, Tyr listened to Luneth speak her mind, brewing a pot of coffee that left an ambient aroma of the fresh brew floating about the room. He'd pour some into a mug, taking a sip, his eyes clearly showing some fatigue. When she finished with a cheer and stretch, Tyr set the mug down, beginning to gather the fragments into a transfer bags. Each one gave him a rather... '
peculiar' feeling before they were sealed. It wasn't the usual ambiance of such, the spark of it's odd energy, but oddly, almost indescribably, a feeling more equivilant to a when you know somebody is stood behind you without looking.
With the bags and case prepped, he'd put the paper work into a sleeve for Luneth to take, setting a travel cup with coffee nearby for her. "
See you later. Don't forget, they're doing a fragment Ambient Field Test tomorrow. It'll look good on a resume." He'd say nonchalantly, taking his mug as he'd wave her off. Once Luneth left, Tyr exhaled, sipping his coffee, then sat in her seat, pulling out a pair of gloves, before reaching under the table for a fragment he had hidden in a bag under the table with some tape, then pocketed it in his coat, downing the coffee, then walking out the lab.
Crossing cities was usually done during fixed sunlight hours, at least, for the geveral populations. Of course, one could attempt to sneak in, smuggle themself in, bribe a guard, or apply for a pass that allowed travel at any hour, though the least trouble was a simple daytime transit. Less attention, less likely to be suspect. With the fragment in tow, Tyrphanis entered Virelow, dressed in rags and robes fitting the city's aesthetic. Then, it was a matter of waiting at the
Havenwall for his contact's blackmarket doctor, chemist, mixed bag. Whoever he recommended, they better be good, and willing to experiment on a core frag.