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 "Oh, no, the runes are fine. It's just that some spells are basically small EMPs, so you don't want to have a live tablet around immediately before you cast your spell. Or a non-live one, if you can help it, though turning them off does help considerably. Still, I assume you prefer not to fry those circuits," Mateo smiled mildly. "Approximately all alchemy does that, for example, to various strengths. That said, even the strongest is only just strong enough to be an inconvenience."
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+**Nymphetamine**:
+"The more I learn about sorcery, the more I realize that no one really knows all that much about it," she said after a few moments' beat, considering that as a truism for the moment. "Well. //We// can't afford to have an accident like that happen." Speaking entirely of herself, and him, as they were conducting these clandestine lessons between them well against the rules and regulations.
+**pinkgothic**:
+Mateo nodded mildly. "If Nyarai and I go to an outpost to try out some ideas, do you want to come along?" It implied letting Nyarai know about their arrangment. It implied, further, that he was willing to do that. But then, he'd said it was only a matter of courage earlier. Maybe he trusted himself not to stammer too much.
 **Nymphetamine**:
+Leila's surprise was clear on her face: the raising of her brows and that slight 'o' of her mouth's shape. She stared at him for several moments before she nodded. "That might be for the best.. That she knows, I mean... It seems like she already suspects something going on." Though, she wasn't too sure if Nyarai thought it was romantic, or professional as it was in its way. Platonic, certainly.
+"What are you trying out exactly?"
+**pinkgothic**:
+"It'll be a mixture of spellcasting and other science. It's Nyarai's plan, I don't think I'd do it full justice if I tried to summarise it. We think there's a risk of catastrophic failure, hence why the whole 'outpost' thing is so important," Mateo mused. "You should probably be suited up while we work, just in case there's a hull breach, but any real risk will be ours. Can't be in a space suit while spellcasting, after all."
+**Nymphetamine**:
+That sounded both exhillerating and dangerous. She'd have to screw in her courage to go, but to think of all that she might learn! "I'll do whatever you recommend, Mateo." It was only prudent, and she had no desire to needlessly die for lack of a suit and a hull breech. "Was there anything else I should know? Or do?"
 **pinkgothic**:
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+Mateo had closed his eyes, rubbing at his forehead in a methodical, recurring sweep with the joints of his fingers, contemplating her question. Finally, he sighed mildly, then said: "We'll probably decide when and where to do this on short notice. If you can't come, then I doubt Nyarai will postpone. So if you want to come, keep your calendar flexible."