I do trust him. I trust him more than I trust myself.
[ To most people, that might be a terrifying realisation. To Barnaby, it doesn't bother him very much. It's a fact of life. Kotetsu was the one who opened his eyes to the outside world and who gave him a purpose in life again. He knows that it could paint a target on his back, but he's lived his life more cautiously than that. He doesn't intend to make it that easy. ]
He does care. Perhaps too much. But that is why I intend to stick by his side and see all of this through with him. We will find a way together, and I'm sure that we aren't the only ones working towards the same goal.
[ Sturmhond nods. If there's anyone he would accept such a guarantee from, it's Barnaby. Any doubts he may have are left unsaid. Barnaby needs to believe in a lack of complication, right now. He needs to believe that what he is saying is possible. ]
Then hold to that, Barnaby.
Just be certain that the goal you're working towards is the right one. Influence him. Not the other way around.
[ There's no need to repeat the same thing over and over again, when Sturmhond would have already made his mind up regarding whether or not Barnaby is capable. Instead, there's something slightly more pressing that he feels he needs to address. ]
In any case, I apologise. I'm sure that I've taken up enough of your time with my troubles. I should leave you to your work.
[ Sturmhond shakes his head. Building the bombs isn’t a mission; he’ll make as many as he can with the time he has, and then be unconcerned about the rest. ]
Don’t be so formal. You can join me, if you like. Some relaxation might do you good.
[ Relaxing, by building bombs. Sturmhond does things his own way. ]
I've known nobility less formal than you, you know.
[ But he'd not swap any of them for Barnaby. He nods, gesturing to encourage his friend to sit. Maybe he can take his mind off these worries for a while. ]
I'm not sure if that's an insult, or a compliment.
[ Even if it's the former, Barnaby doesn't seem to be taking any offence to it. Instead he makes himself comfortable close by his friend, more than happy to have the opportunity to keep his mind off his troubles for a while.
Besides, who doesn't get excited about making explosives? ]
[ In fairness, touching it should be fine so long as you don't think to light it on fire. ]
Sulphur, and potassium salts. They shouldn't react unless they're triggered.
Honestly, if I'd known I would be doing all of this, I would have ordered a good deal more sugar from the shopping channel. Lessons for next time.
[ He looks up at Barnaby, smiling. ]
What I really need is a substitute for charcoal. Or a way to make charcoal, quickly. So far the closest I've come is collecting ash, from burning wood.
[ Considering that he doesn't have a habit of accidentally setting things on fire, in theory he should be fine. Still, Barnaby is a cautious man... ]
I don't suppose that you can borrow a mage to drag around, can you?
[ Ha, ha. Jokes aside, the conundrum is something that Barnaby takes seriously. He thinks about it for a moment, though in the end he doesn't have that many more ideas for how to proceed either. ]
That may be the best option that you've got, for the moment. The only suggestion I can make is more hands on deck, if the amount is the problem.
If you have the time, I'm happy to take you up on that.
[ More than happy, as a matter of fact. Sturmhond points out the other containers in turn. ]
I have gas-based fuel in those, and liquid-based in the other. When the powder's complete, I'll want to test them for strength, but I'm hoping they'll work as a substitute for the bombs I lost. What do you think?
[ For a friend? Anything. Quite literally, in Barnaby's case, since he's already given his life for this man. What's a bit of time in the grand scheme of things? ]
They both sound as though they'll hold up fairly well. You said that you were testing them out here, weren't you? What is the range and intensity like so far on them?
The powders haven't been tested yet. They're still ongoing.
[ He gestures to the gas-based set again. ]
These are volatile, from what I've seen. Their range is comparable to a standard grenade, but they're smaller because the gas is compressed. The liquid seems less explosive, but more flammable. They incinerate, more than decimate. Perhaps they're less efficient.
[ Though just as destructive, in a different way. ]
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[ To most people, that might be a terrifying realisation. To Barnaby, it doesn't bother him very much. It's a fact of life. Kotetsu was the one who opened his eyes to the outside world and who gave him a purpose in life again. He knows that it could paint a target on his back, but he's lived his life more cautiously than that. He doesn't intend to make it that easy. ]
He does care. Perhaps too much. But that is why I intend to stick by his side and see all of this through with him. We will find a way together, and I'm sure that we aren't the only ones working towards the same goal.
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Then hold to that, Barnaby.
Just be certain that the goal you're working towards is the right one. Influence him. Not the other way around.
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[ There's no need to repeat the same thing over and over again, when Sturmhond would have already made his mind up regarding whether or not Barnaby is capable. Instead, there's something slightly more pressing that he feels he needs to address. ]
In any case, I apologise. I'm sure that I've taken up enough of your time with my troubles. I should leave you to your work.
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Don’t be so formal. You can join me, if you like. Some relaxation might do you good.
[ Relaxing, by building bombs. Sturmhond does things his own way. ]
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[ Still, there is a small smile on Barnaby's face. ] I would like to stay with you, if it's truly alright.
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[ But he'd not swap any of them for Barnaby. He nods, gesturing to encourage his friend to sit. Maybe he can take his mind off these worries for a while. ]
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[ Even if it's the former, Barnaby doesn't seem to be taking any offence to it. Instead he makes himself comfortable close by his friend, more than happy to have the opportunity to keep his mind off his troubles for a while.
Besides, who doesn't get excited about making explosives? ]
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[ Especially given Sturmhond's opinion of the nobility.
Smiling, he holds out a tub of strangely coloured powder, to Barnaby. ]
I'm trying to make a substitute for gunpowder. Watch out - I suspect it's volatile.
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[ Of course Barnaby is joking. He appreciates the banter, no matter which way it was intended.
While Barnaby does lean over so that he can take a better look, he decides it would be better not to touch it. ]
What is it made out of?
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Sulphur, and potassium salts. They shouldn't react unless they're triggered.
Honestly, if I'd known I would be doing all of this, I would have ordered a good deal more sugar from the shopping channel. Lessons for next time.
[ He looks up at Barnaby, smiling. ]
What I really need is a substitute for charcoal. Or a way to make charcoal, quickly. So far the closest I've come is collecting ash, from burning wood.
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I don't suppose that you can borrow a mage to drag around, can you?
[ Ha, ha. Jokes aside, the conundrum is something that Barnaby takes seriously. He thinks about it for a moment, though in the end he doesn't have that many more ideas for how to proceed either. ]
That may be the best option that you've got, for the moment. The only suggestion I can make is more hands on deck, if the amount is the problem.
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[ More than happy, as a matter of fact. Sturmhond points out the other containers in turn. ]
I have gas-based fuel in those, and liquid-based in the other. When the powder's complete, I'll want to test them for strength, but I'm hoping they'll work as a substitute for the bombs I lost. What do you think?
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[ For a friend? Anything. Quite literally, in Barnaby's case, since he's already given his life for this man. What's a bit of time in the grand scheme of things? ]
They both sound as though they'll hold up fairly well. You said that you were testing them out here, weren't you? What is the range and intensity like so far on them?
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[ He gestures to the gas-based set again. ]
These are volatile, from what I've seen. Their range is comparable to a standard grenade, but they're smaller because the gas is compressed. The liquid seems less explosive, but more flammable. They incinerate, more than decimate. Perhaps they're less efficient.
[ Though just as destructive, in a different way. ]