Wylan had been excited to receive the invitation, mostly because he hadn't really been sure he would get one. Adults in his life hadn't exactly been reliable, and he had never had a mentor before. Sure, he'd had tutors growing up, but they were paid for by his dad, and more interested in making sure they made their money than anything else. And his dad...well once he realise Wylan couldn't read that was the end of their relationship. So someone who was actually interested in teaching him and working with him was new.
Wylan lets himself in as told, looking around curiously. This is definitely more his speed. "Yes, I'd have to say this is much better." He walks closer to Viktor's workbench curious but not wanting to touch anything without permission.
The crutch leaned up against the worktable is probably the best indication as to why Viktor is not getting up to greet his guest or show him around, but he's already made the assumption that Wylan understands. The stool he's on has utility, of course, and he swivels around on it, apparently in greeting.
"Please, make yourself at home."
He gestures, broadly, to the space. It's messy, but not necessarily disorganized, full of projects in various states of completion.
"Some commissions, some personal work. But I believe you were going to show me something of yours, correct?"
Wylan isn’t one to easily take offense and he doesn’t even really notice that Viktor isn’t getting up to greet him. He’s seen the cane and makes the connection, but it doesn’t really phase him.
He continues to look around curiously as he walks closer. Nodding and taking something out of his bag places it on the work bench Viktor is sitting at when he makes it over to him. It’s two vials, one has a substance that just looks like ordinary sugar and the other a liquid.
“So there was nothing mechanical I could bring, but Jesper convinced me to recreate something I had made back home. It’s a chemical weevil- although Jesper named it a Wyvil. It reacts to sugar, basically using it up and burning it down to a liquid form. I was tasked with creating it to destroy sugar cane crops. But it reacts to any kind of sugar at all, blood sugar, saliva, sweat.” He’s nervous about what the reaction to this will be. It’s nothing mechanical but it does show what he can do.
Viktor is interested in seeing whatever Wylan has come up with. He himself is not a chemist, but he knows enough about it to understand what he's seeing. The use for it doesn't entirely convince him, though Wylan is forthcoming about the potential catastrophic uses of such a substance.
"Who tasked you?"
A government? Some kind of military outfit? But he seems to realize that's three questions beyond where they are right now, and he gestures to Wylan to continue.
"Oh, umm, the leader of our gang, The Dregs. It's a long story." One he would probably go into at some point, but it was not that important right now.
He nods, taking a pair of gloves out of his sachel and pulling them on before first uncorking the vial of sugar and then the weevil pouring it into the sugar careful not to spill even a drop. He closed both vials and then waited. It didn't take long for the sugar to start bubbling and in a matter of moments it had been reduced down to a sort of goo.
He'll understand if Wylan wants to focus on the task at hand, first, but he can't say he isn't interested about his general backstory. How he came to learn these things or fall in with people who'd want him to make something so potentially destructive.
For now, he watches, eyebrows raising a little in apparent thought.
"I'm not much of a chemist," he admits, finally. "Would you say that's your primary discipline?"
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Wylan lets himself in as told, looking around curiously. This is definitely more his speed. "Yes, I'd have to say this is much better." He walks closer to Viktor's workbench curious but not wanting to touch anything without permission.
"What are you working on?"
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"Please, make yourself at home."
He gestures, broadly, to the space. It's messy, but not necessarily disorganized, full of projects in various states of completion.
"Some commissions, some personal work. But I believe you were going to show me something of yours, correct?"
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He continues to look around curiously as he walks closer. Nodding and taking something out of his bag places it on the work bench Viktor is sitting at when he makes it over to him. It’s two vials, one has a substance that just looks like ordinary sugar and the other a liquid.
“So there was nothing mechanical I could bring, but Jesper convinced me to recreate something I had made back home. It’s a chemical weevil- although Jesper named it a Wyvil. It reacts to sugar, basically using it up and burning it down to a liquid form. I was tasked with creating it to destroy sugar cane crops. But it reacts to any kind of sugar at all, blood sugar, saliva, sweat.” He’s nervous about what the reaction to this will be. It’s nothing mechanical but it does show what he can do.
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Viktor is interested in seeing whatever Wylan has come up with. He himself is not a chemist, but he knows enough about it to understand what he's seeing. The use for it doesn't entirely convince him, though Wylan is forthcoming about the potential catastrophic uses of such a substance.
"Who tasked you?"
A government? Some kind of military outfit? But he seems to realize that's three questions beyond where they are right now, and he gestures to Wylan to continue.
"Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Go on."
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He nods, taking a pair of gloves out of his sachel and pulling them on before first uncorking the vial of sugar and then the weevil pouring it into the sugar careful not to spill even a drop. He closed both vials and then waited. It didn't take long for the sugar to start bubbling and in a matter of moments it had been reduced down to a sort of goo.
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He'll understand if Wylan wants to focus on the task at hand, first, but he can't say he isn't interested about his general backstory. How he came to learn these things or fall in with people who'd want him to make something so potentially destructive.
For now, he watches, eyebrows raising a little in apparent thought.
"I'm not much of a chemist," he admits, finally. "Would you say that's your primary discipline?"