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[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[No recording. Envy doesn't want to talk to any stupid humans.]

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[mrballisticsdummy]

"What would you choose, if you could? I mean, I wouldn't choose an accident. And, for the record, some of us come with already broken chemical imbalances, so you can't blame that on anything else."

He keeps his hands in his pockets, taking the stairs.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

"The body or the death? I picked the death already. The admiral just doesn't agree." Envy stretches languidly as he walked, using the same method as a cat to suggest he doesn't care and is also just walking this way coincidentally. "There's nothing wrong with this shape. I've used it for years. But it's not me more than any other face I take."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Did you come in with shapeshifting?" he wonders. "Or was that one of those powers that got stripped as soon as you were kidnapped?"

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

"Gone as long as I've been here. But it's what I was built to do. I bet they'd have a great pointless ethical fight about it on the network if I'd play nice for five minutes." But he's uninterest in that.

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Eh, that's not really hard," he tells him. "I mean, the pointless ethical fights? We used to have so much more of that around here. Kept things from getting stale."

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

"I don't really listen when you talk." Another perfectly honest, blotch-free statement.

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Me in general or me in humanity? There aren't any you listen to?" he wonders, coming to his floor and taking out his key.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

"The general barge population," he says after a moment of thought, though the other options are also true.

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Hey, I can't fault you for that." He pushes open the door and reveals his little workshop. There's no much in the little space station-type room, with most of the materials locked up or folded into the wall. He has a desk and a safe velcroed to the floor.

"Alright. What do you know about explosives?" he wonders. "And uh - don't touch that switch by the door. It turns the gravity off."

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

"Some of the basic chemistry. It's not really my area." He's going to touch the switch. But he'll wait until Jacobi's attention is off it. "Most things combust if you add enough energy. There're half a dozen alchemists who've made that little observation their spiel, and they all think they're unique for noticing things blow up."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Well, it doesn't make them unique, but blowing things up is pretty damn fun."

He gestures to a few capsules he's working on. "So I've put these together pretty well, but when I tested them, they're not consistent."

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

"Yeah? What's effecting them? Humidity, temperature?" Despite being a construct made of broken souls, Envy considers himself, if not exactly a scientist, to have a sense of the fundamentals. Alchemy is science, as far as his world is concerned. Sometimes it's helpful to know things.

[mrballisticsdummy]

There's something like a smile on his face at the perfectly reasonable question.

"Exactly. I think there might be a leak in them. They're meant for underwater and I had to fix them all by hand, but hey, human error, right?"

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

"If they're inconsistent, either standardize your process or find one that can be standardized." He still sounds contemptuous, but at least he's engaging.

[mrballisticsdummy]

He doesn't mind the tone because, again, he's right. "Normally I would. But I can't fix it if I don't find the flaw. So! Want to help?"