tony stark. (
propulsion) wrote in
faderift2022-04-01 02:01 pm
war table: one giant leap.
WHO: Intrepid heroes
WHAT: Forging a path to the second Crossroads Gate, and then poking it with sticks.
WHEN: Late Drakonis
WHERE: The Crossroads
NOTES: n/a
WHAT: Forging a path to the second Crossroads Gate, and then poking it with sticks.
WHEN: Late Drakonis
WHERE: The Crossroads
NOTES: n/a


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In this moment, he is having a hard time making space for anything other than the rippling curls of dread crawling beneath his skin. That either of them find any space to marvel at the elements at play here—
It's miraculous.
Still, Ellis obligingly looks at the notations. In all this time, he has not quite grasped the meaning behind them, though he leans closer anyway to examine the line Cosima indicates.
"I didn't know it could be measured."
And he doesn't care to explore the matter any further, in any more detail than they are looking now. This is not an invitation to consider the matter once they return to the Gallows.
"Does any of this show where it was interacted with?"
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Wysteria has beetled over to join the pair of them, and cranes her neck now at the awkward angle necessary to join in looking at Cosima's notes. With the point of her pen, she gestures toward a spot of the wave pattern where the identified strand of 'Fadeiation' collapses dramatically and the blighted strand surges in answer. She flicks a glance toward Cosima for confirmation; it's been some time since she reviewed the Dumat report herself.
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It would probably be more interesting to read about in someone else's report from the safety of the Gallows, but she can't have everything.
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The tone is likely very familiar to Wysteria. Ellis has posed it before, in relation to all sorts of experiments that sometimes end in smothering a small chemical fire or throwing open windows and doors to dilute sudden smog.
It's almost comical how thoroughly this moment dwarfs those. Ellis would welcome a minor chemical fire as opposed to their present object of study.
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It's a charming array of possibilities. And also very ominous and dangerous, of course. Charmingly ominous. Dangerously fascinating.
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"Measuring the age would be hard with just what we have here. And I'm not ready to suggest anyone, like, try to go through it and see if they end up in Ghislain. So I guess that leaves is it more difficult to disrupt, of the theories you mentioned." Of course, maybe someone else will have another idea, but that is possibly too much to ask for.
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Challenging, considering they only know of two.
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Yet she's all pride as she says so, going so far as to jot down a note as if Ellis' particularly grim hypothesis is the most pleasant or promising thing she's heard all day. How charming it is to recognize one's positive influence in another person!
"First literature, now the sciences. We will make an academic of you yet, Mister Ellis. Miss Niehaus, what is you assessment of our Warden's suggestion?"
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"It also raises the question of whether they'd all have to be closed from the same side. But I don't have an immediate idea of how to test that. Probably just worth adding to the report for now."
Oh, by the way, we were wondering.
"Mme de Foncé, were you looking for anything particular? I know our research has some overlap but isn't exactly the same."
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Not great indeed.
But here, rather than interject, Ellis straightens to observe the pair of them. Weighing up the wisdom of calling attention to a thing that feels like an interruption.
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Evidently, this passing musing isn't solidified enough to be worth sharing with the class however. For rather than complete the sentence when she's finished, Wysteria simply tucks her pen away again and diverts her attention back to Cosima.
"And you?"
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Physical phenomenon furrows his expression into a frown, though rather than ask the question, he slants a look sideways to observe Wysteria's reaction before interrupting the flow of their conversation.
And still, a question of his own held in check. For now.