"We need to do something, Laria. It's been seasons since I've turned in anything useful to Lab 15," Thomas complained loudly to the epyharian. He had spent days staring at blank parchment, trying desperately to think of something new. Something innovative and amazingly clever.
"And this is my problem? I do not recall agreeing to taking on your responsibilities as my own, Cosa," Laria replied, sketching another doodle of some half-baked design. Thomas had noticed the gadgeteer taking more and more time away from Lab 15, instead finding her at one of the desks in his lab instead. He hadn't bothered to ask why, though -- she was more help to him here than down below in the caverns.
"Besides, am I getting recoginze in this work you're proposing?"
Thomas paused, affronted. "You are always recognized, Laria. The very idea that you would even suggest that...I -- I would never take more credit then my due," he scoffed, moreso at her frankness than the accusation. Obviously, if he thought he could manage to secure full responsibilty for any one of his creations, he would without a second thought. It was, however, widely known, or at least suspected, he was less than able as a gadegeteer. Her boldness at such directness, that worried him. Did she think so little of him that she wouldn't even make an effort at subtlety?
"No. I am obviously given some credit, you're lack of ableness with tools is too apparent." She muttered as she dipped her quill in an ink pot, "But I am not credited as an equal, which is what I want and need." She stayed quiet for a tick, allowing Thomas to digest what she was saying -- or proposing, even. "I did work in Lab 15, but I was never equal. Here, with you, I can be. If you wish me to design your projects, order parts, I can do this easily. You do the magic I cannot, and we have the perfect partnership. But only if you can give me the recongition I deserve and need to prosper on this isle. Understood?"
"Fine. You will be recoginzed as my partner, and equal," he sighed, quick to add, "But only, of course, in the projects you participate in." Thomas was at least careful to phrase that, wanting the ephyarian to understand that he understood their partnership as temporary at best. As soon as he was able, she'd but cut loose and sent back to the dark underbelly of the CItadel.
"Understood. Come here, and let us decide which of my ever genius creations are best for Sahova."
"And this is my problem? I do not recall agreeing to taking on your responsibilities as my own, Cosa," Laria replied, sketching another doodle of some half-baked design. Thomas had noticed the gadgeteer taking more and more time away from Lab 15, instead finding her at one of the desks in his lab instead. He hadn't bothered to ask why, though -- she was more help to him here than down below in the caverns.
"Besides, am I getting recoginze in this work you're proposing?"
Thomas paused, affronted. "You are always recognized, Laria. The very idea that you would even suggest that...I -- I would never take more credit then my due," he scoffed, moreso at her frankness than the accusation. Obviously, if he thought he could manage to secure full responsibilty for any one of his creations, he would without a second thought. It was, however, widely known, or at least suspected, he was less than able as a gadegeteer. Her boldness at such directness, that worried him. Did she think so little of him that she wouldn't even make an effort at subtlety?
"No. I am obviously given some credit, you're lack of ableness with tools is too apparent." She muttered as she dipped her quill in an ink pot, "But I am not credited as an equal, which is what I want and need." She stayed quiet for a tick, allowing Thomas to digest what she was saying -- or proposing, even. "I did work in Lab 15, but I was never equal. Here, with you, I can be. If you wish me to design your projects, order parts, I can do this easily. You do the magic I cannot, and we have the perfect partnership. But only if you can give me the recongition I deserve and need to prosper on this isle. Understood?"
"Fine. You will be recoginzed as my partner, and equal," he sighed, quick to add, "But only, of course, in the projects you participate in." Thomas was at least careful to phrase that, wanting the ephyarian to understand that he understood their partnership as temporary at best. As soon as he was able, she'd but cut loose and sent back to the dark underbelly of the CItadel.
"Understood. Come here, and let us decide which of my ever genius creations are best for Sahova."
