Nitrogen gas, really? I suppose if you contain it under pressure and... [ He rubs his chin, as if reverse-engineering it in his mind from her description alone. ] —yes that'd work quite well, flammable risk aside. [ Which doesn't at all sound like a deterrent to him. ]
Ah...! [ His hand slides up to his cheek to support it and the wide grin he breaks out into as his imagination runs wild. Especially with the unspoken implication from her casual mention that this is possibly even commonplace technology for her. ] Where I'm from that sort of technology is rare and expensive and reserved for the likes of the Imperial Army. Not that I couldn't build such a thing permitting time and access to appropriate tools and materials, but I digress; [ Honestly the time thing is what holds him back more often than not. Probably for the better. ] what a marvelously technologically advanced place you must come from, it sounds like.
[ He sighs, more than eager to ask about holograms—he has no idea what those are, some sort of... hollow telegram?—but it belatedly registers she asked a question in kind. Escaping a harrowing situations together means they're friends now! So he can definitely impose on her later and pick her brain about it! He's sure! ]
Rightio, yes, drift oil. [ He waves a hand in front of his face as if to wave the previous train out thought out of his head. ] Yes, it's an alchemical that renders an object in a temporary state of neutral gravitational buoyancy, [ He gestures with his hands, miming an object slowly rising into the air or hovering like a balloon. ] such that it floats in the air no matter the weight.
Flying through the air by means of propulsion sounds far more exciting though. Why, we could have rocketed out of that maze and away from those dogs in a jiffy.
[ He twists his hips and regards the maze in consideration. ] Actually... I wager we could have easily rocketed ourselves to wherever the end of the maze is just as easily.
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Ah...! [ His hand slides up to his cheek to support it and the wide grin he breaks out into as his imagination runs wild. Especially with the unspoken implication from her casual mention that this is possibly even commonplace technology for her. ] Where I'm from that sort of technology is rare and expensive and reserved for the likes of the Imperial Army. Not that I couldn't build such a thing permitting time and access to appropriate tools and materials, but I digress; [ Honestly the time thing is what holds him back more often than not. Probably for the better. ] what a marvelously technologically advanced place you must come from, it sounds like.
[ He sighs, more than eager to ask about holograms—he has no idea what those are, some sort of... hollow telegram?—but it belatedly registers she asked a question in kind. Escaping a harrowing situations together means they're friends now! So he can definitely impose on her later and pick her brain about it! He's sure! ]
Rightio, yes, drift oil. [ He waves a hand in front of his face as if to wave the previous train out thought out of his head. ] Yes, it's an alchemical that renders an object in a temporary state of neutral gravitational buoyancy, [ He gestures with his hands, miming an object slowly rising into the air or hovering like a balloon. ] such that it floats in the air no matter the weight.
Flying through the air by means of propulsion sounds far more exciting though. Why, we could have rocketed out of that maze and away from those dogs in a jiffy.
[ He twists his hips and regards the maze in consideration. ] Actually... I wager we could have easily rocketed ourselves to wherever the end of the maze is just as easily.