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[cobbledtogetherenvy]

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

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[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?"