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|Value {{EO|310}} = April makes faces. She plainly considers this kind of item to lie in the domain of Mr Fires; she would be more comfortable designing a nice violent bomb. But she does have some ideas, all the same. | |Value {{EO|310}} = April makes faces. She plainly considers this kind of item to lie in the domain of Mr Fires; she would be more comfortable designing a nice violent bomb. But she does have some ideas, all the same. | ||
|Value {{EO|320}} = April studies the designs intently. They come from Hell, but some of the principles can be expressed in terms of the Red Science. She makes many eager notes, only some of which are for your benefit. | |Value {{EO|320}} = April studies the designs intently. They come from Hell, but some of the principles can be expressed in terms of the Red Science. She makes many eager notes, only some of which are for your benefit. | ||
− | |Value {{EO|410}}, {{EO|430}} = She | + | |Value {{EO|410}}, {{EO|430}} = She takes a pencil and in a few brief strokes outlines a plan: the Focused Albatross with a bomb where its body should be. It has such a wingspan and weighs so little that it could be a powerful delivery system. If, of course, one were inclined […] |
|Value {{EO|420}} = April diagrams the throats of the Warbler, a miraculous bit of plumbing, in which venom is generated by their speech, and carried away […] via tiny vessels. It is clear she regards this as the most dangerous and therefore the most interesting aspect […] | |Value {{EO|420}} = April diagrams the throats of the Warbler, a miraculous bit of plumbing, in which venom is generated by their speech, and carried away […] via tiny vessels. It is clear she regards this as the most dangerous and therefore the most interesting aspect […] | ||
|Value {{EO|440}} = April measures and weighs the Storm-bird. ''Not a bird,'' she writes succinctly on a paper. ''Dream-projection. Rest of this being is much larger than we see here.'' She cannot elaborate beyond that, however. | |Value {{EO|440}} = April measures and weighs the Storm-bird. ''Not a bird,'' she writes succinctly on a paper. ''Dream-projection. Rest of this being is much larger than we see here.'' She cannot elaborate beyond that, however. | ||
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|Value {{EO|480}} = April has nothing to say about the creature that laid this egg, or the method that made its shell so resilient. ''Might be good medicine'', she speculates. ''That shade of red is sometimes good for the blood''. | |Value {{EO|480}} = April has nothing to say about the creature that laid this egg, or the method that made its shell so resilient. ''Might be good medicine'', she speculates. ''That shade of red is sometimes good for the blood''. | ||
|Value {{EO|485}} = April has nothing to say about the creature that laid this egg, or the shapes that writhe within. ''Looks like a fish egg,'' she speculates. ''Maybe it tastes good?'' | |Value {{EO|485}} = April has nothing to say about the creature that laid this egg, or the shapes that writhe within. ''Looks like a fish egg,'' she speculates. ''Maybe it tastes good?'' | ||
+ | |Value {{EO|490}} = […] she writes. ''Manufactured. By illegal methods.'' | ||
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+ | […] a tea rose. She leaves it overnight in a glass jar beside the aged egg. | ||
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+ | In the morning, the flower has not only withered, but altered: the petals are more primitive, the colours more garish[…] | ||
|Value {{EO|510}} = She looks thoughtful, then makes several sketches: […] a tigress tries to take a bite of ox, and gets a mouthful of spines […] ''Less effective defence than a shell,'' […] ''Definitely not offensive, possibly not even defensive. Might be mating display.'' | |Value {{EO|510}} = She looks thoughtful, then makes several sketches: […] a tigress tries to take a bite of ox, and gets a mouthful of spines […] ''Less effective defence than a shell,'' […] ''Definitely not offensive, possibly not even defensive. Might be mating display.'' | ||
|Value {{EO|540}} = She looks at you incredulously, then mimes clubbing someone with a length of amber-warped bone. It's plain she doesn't think much of your military imagination. | |Value {{EO|540}} = She looks at you incredulously, then mimes clubbing someone with a length of amber-warped bone. It's plain she doesn't think much of your military imagination. | ||
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|Value {{EO|330}} = […] | |Value {{EO|330}} = […] | ||
− | The | + | The […] cup is […] a meticulous construct of jigsaw-puzzle components, machined to slide together without a gap. On their hidden, inner faces are sigils of the Correspondence. |
''Changes to intensity'' […] ''Designed to enhance what is naturally present.'' | ''Changes to intensity'' […] ''Designed to enhance what is naturally present.'' |