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[ruinsprofessor]

--"Raine Sage. I can't reach the console right now. If it's an emergency, don't wait to get a hold of me, keep moving. I'm sure I'll hear about it soon. If not, leave a message and I'll contact you when I can."

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[ruinsprofessor]

...Ah.

[Considering.]

I'm not convinced it's a good idea, given that which accompanies her, but if she can gain control of the skill...

I'm willing to supervise the attempt, at any rate.

[So she can help if anything goes wrong.]

[insertdadjoke]

Thank you, Raine.

[ There's a beat, then, well, while he's on the line... ]

You haven't looked into the salt at all, have you? I'm beginning to wonder about that whole thing myself.

[ruinsprofessor]

[Another beat. Raine's hesitant, for entirely different reasons.]

I've made some study of it, yes.

[insertdadjoke]

Anything you feel like sharing come of it?

[ruinsprofessor]

I'd prefer to talk about it in person.

[It's not a no, but Raine's reticent, and wants to keep this as private as possible.]

[insertdadjoke]

That can be arranged.

[ It's more than reasonable. ]

What's the best time for you?

[ruinsprofessor]

Sometime tomorrow, perhaps? We can meet for lunch.

[insertdadjoke]

That's as good of an excuse for lunch as any. I'll be there.

[ruinsprofessor]

Tomorrow afternoon, then.

...thank you.

[No explanation for the thanks; just that.]