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[all_too_familiar]

Revan could get used to Coruscant's nice effects. The refresher is glorious, the beds are so soft he thinks they might have found a way to literally let him sleep on clouds, the food is fantastic, and he has a wonderful new set of robes that are completely free of holes, burned bits, and general wear and tear. He is convinced he's being horribly, horribly spoiled, and something will threaten the Republic in a year or two and force him back into living out of a tiny overcrowded starship.

He is even more convinced when he opens a door and it is not a hallway, but instead a bar.

After a few seconds of peering, he calls Canderous on his comm, lets him know that he has found something weird and bizarre instead of the door from his room to the hallway. Canderous comes by with his big gun and informs him that the door is closed, from the other side, and cannot be opened.

Right then. Revan is technically still equipped to kill half of an army, isn't he. Let's see what's in here. He tells Canderous he is going exploring, and Canderous tells him to give them hell if they try to kill him. Proof that he cares.

Inside goes Revan, looking around curiously.

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[first_and_final]

"Thank you. ...How exactly do you make more of things?" he asks Saevetei.

[light_another_life]

"Basically I - figure out how it works via these things," she points at the appropriate things, "and then make something called an essence weave for it that knows how to replicate that thing specifically, through a complicated process I am not sure how to succinctly explain, and then use that thing as a basis for, uh, magic plants that will grow a, sort of raw non-solid form that's harmless and can be used to make the material." Pause. "It isn't hard to turn the raw non-solid form into the material, I'll show everyone how, the hard part's the essence weave."

[all_too_familiar]

"... That sounds like it is a complete pain. The process, I mean."

[light_another_life]

"Kind of, yeah. Thankfully I can work on multiple weaves at once because they take time to settle. And I can't see if it's done properly until after it's done settling, so. I can work on other things while it does that."

[greatestgift]

"...Growing plants in Terraria is... unusually convenient," Sable says slowly. "I wonder if it's worth experimenting to find out if Terrarian plant pots make things that convenient for plants in general. And if you can make a plant that grows Terrarian plant pots."

She rummages for a second, comes up with a teeny pot, pushes the blight-pot out of the way, and expands the empty one.

"Got any plants handy?"

[light_another_life]

"Not on me." She looks at Revan. "But nearby, definitely. Hey Revan, do you want to go fetch something?"

[all_too_familiar]

"I love quests where I play fetch," says Revan dryly. "Where am I fetching from?"

He gets directions. He puts the cured red Lyrium in a neat little stack on a free booth nearby. And then he goes to play fetch while Saevetei holds the door.

[first_and_final]

Stalas sits and looks at the cured red lyrium and contemplates the fucking crazy things that have happened to him in his life.



"Silver," he announces eventually. "Silver lyrium. I got stabbed to make it, I get to name it."

[light_another_life]

Saevetei snickers a bit.

"Sounds like a fine name." Pause. "... You and Sable are free to name the plants I make, too, if you like. If I can make them."

[first_and_final]

"Do... essence plants... usually have names?"

[light_another_life]

"Usually they are uncreatively named after whatever material they make. But 'Stalas blood essence plants' and 'Lakewalker bone essence plants' do not really roll off the tongue."

[first_and_final]

"I'll think about it."

[light_another_life]

"Okay," agrees Saevetei.

[all_too_familiar]

Revan returns through the door.

"One fetch quest, completed. Here you are." He hands the seeds to Sable for planting. "They don't require anything special, do they?"

[light_another_life]

"No, I make my essence plant seeds incredibly hearty for... fairly obvious reasons." Cough. "And there is no weirdness involved with planting them, just stick them in some dirt and water them regularly."

[greatestgift]

"Or, if you're putting it in a magic Terraria pot..."

Sable drops the seeds into the pot.

Now there is dirt in the pot.

"I think that worked! If it worked completely, then the plant doesn't need watering and will never die unless you uproot it or ground-rip it or something equally emphatic."

[light_another_life]

"That is incredibly convenient. I might want to try to make a Terrarian pot plant, just to get out of watering everything."

[greatestgift]

Sable giggles. "Happy to help!"

[light_another_life]

Saevetei smiles at Sable.

"Now, pardon me, but I need to borrow your arm."

[greatestgift]

"Of course."

Here is Sable's arm.

[first_and_final]

"...Dare I ask what desirable magical properties Sable's - bone has?"

[greatestgift]

"Someone please pass him the sign," says Sable.

[all_too_familiar]

Revan floats him the sign.

[light_another_life]

"I think the rest of us might need signs, too. Or explanatory pamphlets." She sets up a second set of equipment around Sable's arm. This set is bigger and slightly more intimidating than the last. Saevetei checks her notes, types in various things on the screen, and presses a button to make it go.

It doesn't feel as weird as last time, but it's definitely doing a thing!

[first_and_final]

Stalas reads the sign.

"Well that's terrifying," he remarks, coming closer to the table to pass it back. "Okay. And the bones...? You, um, need your bones to kill malices?"