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[noasark]

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[knifemonopoly]

Oh, I got a few burns. Nothing serious. We discovered that sunlight's the problem, not ultraviolet. It's more a magical law than a scientific property! So, ultraviolet-blocking glass doesn't protect me.

[He doesn't whistle unconcernedly, but that's the mood. Whoops! Can't get around his weakness with good sunblock! Anyway, time to get wrist deep in the mechanical innards of this murder trap...]

[noasark]

So UV-burns rather than actual dangerous burns then. Good to know...have you considered a switch to be safer then? [he asks, peering from the shoulder as he stares at the trap.] It used to be a bit of a trend, vampires becoming weak to falling water.

[knifemonopoly]

Yes, I have...if I have enough coins by spring, I'll do it then. Falling water's a good one, but just how trendy was it? Does anyone remember but you?

[He starts to unscrew a part.]

If I'm going to switch my weakness to a substance that easily found, I won't want many people to know what it is.

[noasark]

A good question. It would depend on how many vampires the few who have been around that long actually know. There's probably at least someone anyway.

I don't know if they were given a choice, but you could always ask Mana about other options too.

[knifemonopoly]

That's true. I'm sure she's seen everything --

[He carefully extracts some metal and wiring.]

-- by now!

[He regards the mechanical part with satisfaction.]

This ought to do it.

[noasark]

Ohh? That's all you needed?

[knifemonopoly]

I'm building a very specific trap. I may be able to re-use it, it's a test of greed...and greedy people are the easiest to catch.

[More soberly:]

But what about you? Is there anything you want from the workshop, to remember Amanda by?

[noasark]

[Noa finds himself looking around the workshop in silence. At the traps, the machines. The batteries, the wires, the...

...ah.]

...That fog machine.

...we used it, once.

[knifemonopoly]

It's all yours.

[Atem packs up the parts he needs in a padded case. He'll also grab the fog machine for Noa. Bro can't carry it where he is.]

Is there a story behind it?

[One Noa would like to tell, anyway.]

[noasark]

...There is. ...It's a long one though, [he warns.]

I don't know if right now is the best time.

[knifemonopoly]

If we had a longer walk back, maybe. But these keys are efficient!

Still...I'd like to hear it, sometime. We didn't always agree, but she was a good teacher.

[jigsaw family be like.

Anyway, he picks up the fog machine with his free hand, tucks it under an arm, and heads for the door.]

[noasark]

Hmmm.

Some day soon then, [he purrs, somehow sitting straighter as they head out.] I think you'll at least find it interesting.

[knifemonopoly]

What you have to say usually is.

[And THAT'S WHY Noa CAN'T BE REPLACED with a BABY LION.]