[The "so do you" gives him pause, in a way that he logically knows it probably shouldn't. It isn't as if he lacks the self-esteem to consider himself worthy of better, quite the opposite, he's owed quite a few things— But he has been owed them in solitude for so long, it surprises him every time she or anyone else takes a vested interest. In thirty years it's happened only once, before coming to this place.
He'll adjust. Probably.]
The road is long Allegedly the journey is just as valuable as the destination Which is to say Thank you I will send you a list of supplies I am missing If you would be so kind
[ She doesn't take it for granted, at least -- finding an ally, a possible friend. It's the rarest thing in the world for Root. For all she can fake any social interaction to a tee, the number of people who want to spend time with her willingly, as she is, is vanishingly rare in her life. She values it tremendously.
And she's the type of ally, and friend, who doesn't need to agree with someone else's plans to support them. Doesn't need to know all the details. That type of unconditional faith comes naturally to her. ]
Doesn't seem like we have much else to do stuck here in simulation purgatory. I don't mind a goal, even if it's a personal one.
[How quaint! But he sends along a location ping to an out of the way house. Whenever she does inevitably arrive, it's a bit dilapidated and dusty and vine-covered, but he likes it for the out of the way aspect.]
[ Christmas counts as archaic to the alchemist ghost? Root has so many questions, but mostly she pencils in her intent to troll him with Christmas gifts.
She doesn't have a single criticism about his hideout, not when it's practical, not when he's already dead. Root enters with a spring in her step and a bag slung over her shoulder like she's a particularly merciless version of Santa. She's wearing fake glasses and a lab coat over bland professional clothes and sensible boots. ]
Is this a real haunted house or what? [ she calls out by way of greeting. ] I heard there was a ghost here.
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He'll adjust. Probably.]
The road is long
Allegedly the journey is just as valuable as the destination
Which is to say
Thank you
I will send you a list of supplies I am missing
If you would be so kind
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And she's the type of ally, and friend, who doesn't need to agree with someone else's plans to support them. Doesn't need to know all the details. That type of unconditional faith comes naturally to her. ]
Doesn't seem like we have much else to do stuck here in simulation purgatory. I don't mind a goal, even if it's a personal one.
I'm sure I can manage supplies.
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How much ammonia can you acquire
And saltpeter
?
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Alright
3.2 liters of ammonia
625 grams of saltpeter
Would not say no to extra of course
move to action??
I'll need a few days to do it cleanly. Let me know where you want the delivery and we can get started.
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Very archaic
[How quaint! But he sends along a location ping to an out of the way house. Whenever she does inevitably arrive, it's a bit dilapidated and dusty and vine-covered, but he likes it for the out of the way aspect.]
I will see you soon
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She doesn't have a single criticism about his hideout, not when it's practical, not when he's already dead. Root enters with a spring in her step and a bag slung over her shoulder like she's a particularly merciless version of Santa. She's wearing fake glasses and a lab coat over bland professional clothes and sensible boots. ]
Is this a real haunted house or what? [ she calls out by way of greeting. ] I heard there was a ghost here.