It'd be amazing to be able to combine them, though.
[ lu bixing props his elbows on the table, cheeks in both of his hands and grins up at rynlan, a little starry eyed at the thought. ] Can you imagine? Now that I know magic is real in other universes, the things you could do with it...
[ the vastness of possibility is lu bixing's favorite thing in the entire world. but! ah!!! he comes back to the conversation at hand, though, tilting his head a bit to the side? ] What is it? Can I ask?
And combining it with stable machinery just might result in something more... usable than most of my world's efforts. If I could cast here, I'd help.
[unfortunately, however: nerfing.
his ears flick when he asks about the necklace, though. it isn't discomfort, exactly, but he seems to be debating whether he'll answer or not; lu bixing is respectful enough about asking, though, that he eventually decides it's fine.
rynlan tugs the chain up a bit, freeing a gold ring from inside his robes; it's battered, though, with a visible dent in it and several scratches.]
Now you're speaking my language! [ lu bixing's grin is like the sun, here, and then he sighs, a little dramatically, shoulders drooping. ] Ah, if only...
[ man. the planets they could power with a magical energy source. man. the societial gain. the way it could benefit people. dreamy. alas! they're in hell.
as rynlan shows him the necklace, he leans in curiously to look at it... and clearly, obviously, that means a lot to him, so he won't say more beyond that. he just smiles, softening a little. ] It's beautiful. [ and will let him have his secrets. take your secrets, elf man. ]
[he has such a cute smile... it's also very cute how excited he gets over possibilities like this, and it's sweet that he's respectful enough to just compliment the ring and not press the subject and for that matter, rynlan has eyes, he's Been aware the man is attractive. it's unfair, all together.
this is what happens when you have the wrong drink while texting someone back.
anyway, this all means that he gets a softer smile in return than usual.]
[ aw, rynlan's loosening up! that's nice! lu bixing is completely and utterly unaware of the fact that he is cursed via drink. tragedy. Unbelievably Tragic. it's mostly because he is an idiot, actually, about this kind of thing.
lu bixing returns the smile, friendly and affectionate, and then taps his hands against the desk. ]
Alright. You can lock this three different ways - you can hold it up to your face, you can put your finger on it to do a fingerprint, or you can have a number lock. Most people usually do four digits, but you can do a few more, with these. Which do you want to do?
[ lu bixing fiddles with the phone for a bit, and then turns it around to rynlan so its on the password set screen. it's asking him for four digits. ]
Enter a four digit number you think no one can know or figure out but you. And - don't use your birthday. [ lu bixing winks, here, mischievous and playful. ] Hackers love that.
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[he's getting used to the idea that not all technology is at risk of exploding...
at the question, he reaches up to touch the necklace chain.]
I did. Found it the other day.
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[ lu bixing props his elbows on the table, cheeks in both of his hands and grins up at rynlan, a little starry eyed at the thought. ] Can you imagine? Now that I know magic is real in other universes, the things you could do with it...
[ the vastness of possibility is lu bixing's favorite thing in the entire world. but! ah!!! he comes back to the conversation at hand, though, tilting his head a bit to the side? ] What is it? Can I ask?
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[unfortunately, however: nerfing.
his ears flick when he asks about the necklace, though. it isn't discomfort, exactly, but he seems to be debating whether he'll answer or not; lu bixing is respectful enough about asking, though, that he eventually decides it's fine.
rynlan tugs the chain up a bit, freeing a gold ring from inside his robes; it's battered, though, with a visible dent in it and several scratches.]
Jewelry. That's all.
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[ man. the planets they could power with a magical energy source. man. the societial gain. the way it could benefit people. dreamy. alas! they're in hell.
as rynlan shows him the necklace, he leans in curiously to look at it... and clearly, obviously, that means a lot to him, so he won't say more beyond that. he just smiles, softening a little. ] It's beautiful. [ and will let him have his secrets. take your secrets, elf man. ]
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this is what happens when you have the wrong drink while texting someone back.
anyway, this all means that he gets a softer smile in return than usual.]
I've always thought the same.
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lu bixing returns the smile, friendly and affectionate, and then taps his hands against the desk. ]
So! Let me see your phone?
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[pulling out his phone! it has no accessories, no lock screen, no wallpaper. is he even using this.]
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okay. ]
Alright. You can lock this three different ways - you can hold it up to your face, you can put your finger on it to do a fingerprint, or you can have a number lock. Most people usually do four digits, but you can do a few more, with these. Which do you want to do?
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[what if someone just unlocked it while he was asleep, or unconscious, or something.]
Digits, I think.
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[ lu bixing fiddles with the phone for a bit, and then turns it around to rynlan so its on the password set screen. it's asking him for four digits. ]
Enter a four digit number you think no one can know or figure out but you. And - don't use your birthday. [ lu bixing winks, here, mischievous and playful. ] Hackers love that.