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Devlin 

Though he'd been listening with rapt attention as the timeline of Oculus was laid out for them and their mission explained, Devlin nearly forgot all of it as he received the pouch of nullsteel powder. He tasked part of his consciousness that was best at such things to follow along and remember the rest of the conversation while he opened up the pouch to take a peek at the meteor dust. It was all he could do to resist reaching into his extradimensional stash right then and there to pull out an alembic and begin seeing how the metal reacted or combined with various other substances. 

"The powder is very fine, it should mix well in solution..." he looked up to see who might be receptive to his musings. Yukito? Definitely not. Cal? He seemed to know all sorts of strange things, but a little too esoteric. Monique... perfect! She would understand, and he directed further comment her way, "Old Erebaun really knew what she was doing, I daresay. She must have used a one-sixtyfourth diamond-edged grinder if this really is comparable to black starmetal. Do you suppose a mixture of phosphoric acid and lead would render any of its properties inert? No matter, there may be time for experiments yet..."

Devlin became slightly piqued upon the end of the conversation, learning how little time was left. Only a small amount of experimentation then. Perhaps enough time besides that for a trip to the library to commit a few texts on cyclopians and anything to do with beholders to memory, a drink or two, a bath, and perhaps some preparation of alchemical essentials for the expedition. Besides less time to study the new substance, the shortened timeline didn't bother him greatly. When guild business was afoot, Devlin had learned to be prepared on a moment's notice. It was useful he could make a moment last for quite a few more, if needed.

Quickly replaying the briefing in his mind, Devlin considered if there was any other information they needed from these two. He found one piece that had gone unaddressed: "You may be circling back to this when we're done with questions, but you mentioned a possible way to communicate from this island. What is our protocol with communication and extraction? How are we to know when and where a new portal will appear if you and you cohorts manage it, and how are we to let you know if we have succeeded or failed in advance of the armada arriving. Or even launching, if we wrap this up in a timely manner." 

Devlin 

Though he'd been listening with rapt attention as the timeline of Oculus was laid out for them and their mission explained, Devlin nearly forgot all of it as he received the pouch of nullsteel powder. He tasked part of his consciousness that was best at such things to follow along and remember the rest of the conversation while he opened up the pouch to take a peek at the meteor dust. It was all he could do to resist reaching into his extradimensional stash right then and there to pull out an alembic and begin seeing how the metal reacted or combined with various other substances. 

"The powder is very fine, it should mix well in solution..." he looked up to see who might be receptive to his musings. Yukito? Definitely not. Cal? He seemed to know all sorts of strange things, but a little too esoteric. Monique... perfect! She would understand, and he directed further comment her way, "Old Erebaun really knew what he was doing, I daresay. He must have used a one-sixtyfourth diamond-edged grinder if this really is comparable to black starmetal. Do you suppose a mixture of phosphoric acid and lead would render any of its properties inert? No matter, there may be time for experiments yet..."

Devlin became slightly piqued upon the end of the conversation, learning how little time was left. Only a small amount of experimentation then. Perhaps enough time besides that for a trip to the library to commit a few texts on cyclopians and anything to do with beholders to memory, a drink or two, a bath, and perhaps some preparation of alchemical essentials for the expedition. Besides less time to study the new substance, the shortened timeline didn't bother him greatly. When guild business was afoot, Devlin had learned to be prepared on a moment's notice. It was useful he could make a moment last for quite a few more, if needed.

Quickly replaying the briefing in his mind, Devlin considered if there was any other information they needed from these two. He found one piece that had gone unaddressed: "You may be circling back to this when we're done with questions, but you mentioned a possible way to communicate from this island. What is our protocol with communication and extraction? How are we to know when and where a new portal will appear if you and you cohorts manage it, and how are we to let you know if we have succeeded or failed in advance of the armada arriving. Or even launching, if we wrap this up in a timely manner." 

Devlin 

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