I've been considering it. I admit some reluctance -- every time there's an expedition beyond the city, something terrible seems to occur within our walls. But war breeds coincidence, and without guides...I can't help but think the more who know the path, the better. And you?
Then I suppose that it's settled, once some preparations are seen to. I want some samples from the site -- I assume you will, as well?
I think we've extra flasks left over in a box somewhere. If I manage to unearth them before we leave, then they're yours. You wouldn't think that unpacking would be such a lengthy process, but it always surprises.
Oh, of course. I've got some containers, a camera, plenty of writing paper...I'm hoping it will be a bit more scientific than some of our other ventures.
Very good. Leonar--er. Doctor McCoy hasn't been on an expedition out before.
Exactly. And the general assumption here seems to be that exploring should mean mucking about in the wilderness and making no lasting record of the place.
[Gawd, Albus, this is embarrassing.]
Yes--yes, I have tea with him sometimes. [Weekly.] We'll be lucky to have a doctor with us.
I think you're quite right about that, much as I hope we'll not have need of his skills. Did you promise him tea abroad?
[ Okay, he's now he's just teasing. He hopes, privately, they're upon casual enough terms for it -- but frankly, after the trouble with the runes, he's rather given up on more than cursory formality. ]
He's rather friendly. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to chat while we're traipsing through the canyon. [It's said kindly--as before, with something of a smile to it--rather than as a dismissal.]
Of course not--nor terribly realistic. [And she can't say she can't imagine how he'd fail to get along with people, because...well. She can see quite well how that might happen.] But I don't think you'd have that problem in this case.
[ Emotion? Sounds like one of those tropical diseases -- see, that is why you boil water on journeys.
That's alright. He'll never miss a chance to ramble. ]
I didn't notice any plantlife in the cavern at the last, did you? No animals or insects, nothing alive. Plenty of dirt, however. A great deal of stone and ruin.
If the life of this plane's natives -- and our own presence upon it -- are both tied to the gods, then it follows that a divine death would alter the canyon's ability to sustain it. I wonder at how that might display; is that null zone entrenched more in Ginnungagap's physical matter, or its psychic presence as a place? Should soil samples be removed, can they be coaxed back into fertility in Asgard, or will they continue to repel vitality?
There's a great deal of unknown left between the connections of traveler and destination. If the gods' souls act as fishing lures to ours, I would have thought to see Odin's sleep fall bring consequence to our house.
Of course, magic and logic often find themselves at squabble.
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Now I'm all the gladder we didn't have toasting forks readily available. With my luck, my brother would have been jabbing me.
I have. Are you thinking of going?
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I've been considering it. I admit some reluctance -- every time there's an expedition beyond the city, something terrible seems to occur within our walls. But war breeds coincidence, and without guides...I can't help but think the more who know the path, the better. And you?
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I always go when I have the chance--and this time, I've promised someone else I would. It'd be lovely to have you along, too.
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I think we've extra flasks left over in a box somewhere. If I manage to unearth them before we leave, then they're yours. You wouldn't think that unpacking would be such a lengthy process, but it always surprises.
A good promise, I hope.
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Very good. Leonar--er. Doctor McCoy hasn't been on an expedition out before.
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Ah, Dr. McCoy? I believe we've spoken briefly -- excellent work with the flood relief. It's good to hear that he'll be present.
[ A hint of inquiry tinges his tone, warm and gently prodding. Leonard, huh? ]
I didn't know the two of you acquainted.
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[Gawd, Albus, this is embarrassing.]
Yes--yes, I have tea with him sometimes. [Weekly.] We'll be lucky to have a doctor with us.
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[ Okay, he's now he's just teasing. He hopes, privately, they're upon casual enough terms for it -- but frankly, after the trouble with the runes, he's rather given up on more than cursory formality. ]
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[It's a bit of a parry, but a well-meant one.]
So, no.
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I'll be certain to see you stick to your vows.
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How kind of you.
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No, he's seemed an amiable sort on the network. I look forward to speaking -- and I'm quite glad you two have had the chance to.
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[...But never mind all that, emotions aren't for Britons.]
Are you hoping to find anything in particular on this trip? We can both be on the lookout.
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That's alright. He'll never miss a chance to ramble. ]
I didn't notice any plantlife in the cavern at the last, did you? No animals or insects, nothing alive. Plenty of dirt, however. A great deal of stone and ruin.
If the life of this plane's natives -- and our own presence upon it -- are both tied to the gods, then it follows that a divine death would alter the canyon's ability to sustain it. I wonder at how that might display; is that null zone entrenched more in Ginnungagap's physical matter, or its psychic presence as a place? Should soil samples be removed, can they be coaxed back into fertility in Asgard, or will they continue to repel vitality?
There's a great deal of unknown left between the connections of traveler and destination. If the gods' souls act as fishing lures to ours, I would have thought to see Odin's sleep fall bring consequence to our house.
Of course, magic and logic often find themselves at squabble.