Inej has been trying to ease herself back into some semblance of a real pattern again, since the return to Cadens. Her job at Portam Hall is safe, at least for a bit, and she's taking what time she can to readjust.
Part of that adjustment has meant she's fallen back on helping Mags around the inn, run a few errands here and there. She's on her way back from one of such errands, products dropped off in the kitchen and heading back upstairs when someone bolts down the stairs and nearly into her. "Saints," she murmurs under her breath-
It's the quickly muttered apology she gets that has her stopping on the step, spinning on her toe toward the boy who'd nearly mauled her over on the stairs. Her hand reaches out quick as a snap and her fingers circle his wrist to tug him to a stop on the middle landing between sets of stairs, "Wylan?"
Viktor gives Wylan a few days to get settled in Cadens before sending him an invitation to the workshop. The truth is that he's never exactly mentored anyone before (if that's what this is), and taking on a potential employee is a little different than being a TA at the Academy. Still, he wants to foster an interest in science the way he was indulged, as a child, and it takes only a short conversation with Wylan to realize that they probably have a lot in common.
So, an invitation. True to form, Viktor works up until the moment Wylan arrives, not even getting up from his stool when he realizes someone is at the bay door.
"Oh, good. You're here." Instead, he makes a little gesture to indicate that Wylan should let himself in. "As much as I enjoyed the party--" (He did not) "--this is much more suited to our purposes, yes?"
[Left at Wylan's workspace is a package wrapped in plain brown paper, the wax seal. Inside is a portable chemistry kit, complete with any tools he might need on the go, including a portable scale. The whole outfit, drawers and trays and all, collapses smartly with brass hinges and clasps.
He will have to supply any particular explosive materials himself--Viktor will not be party to destructive technology.]
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Inej has been trying to ease herself back into some semblance of a real pattern again, since the return to Cadens. Her job at Portam Hall is safe, at least for a bit, and she's taking what time she can to readjust.
Part of that adjustment has meant she's fallen back on helping Mags around the inn, run a few errands here and there. She's on her way back from one of such errands, products dropped off in the kitchen and heading back upstairs when someone bolts down the stairs and nearly into her. "Saints," she murmurs under her breath-
It's the quickly muttered apology she gets that has her stopping on the step, spinning on her toe toward the boy who'd nearly mauled her over on the stairs. Her hand reaches out quick as a snap and her fingers circle his wrist to tug him to a stop on the middle landing between sets of stairs, "Wylan?"
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So, an invitation. True to form, Viktor works up until the moment Wylan arrives, not even getting up from his stool when he realizes someone is at the bay door.
"Oh, good. You're here." Instead, he makes a little gesture to indicate that Wylan should let himself in. "As much as I enjoyed the party--" (He did not) "--this is much more suited to our purposes, yes?"
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He will have to supply any particular explosive materials himself--Viktor will not be party to destructive technology.]