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[propulsion]

"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark."

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[heirring]

I doubt any of us have much interest in dredging demons through the Veil, generally speaking. [Although-- no, that's a subject for later.]

No, I'm referring to how things sometimes fall through of their own accord. Rifters like you and I are just one example. There is a crate of tinted glasses in the archives that came through once, and so on. I am wondering if that couldn't be... somehow encouraged. Or made specific.

[propulsion]

Encouraged, maybe, sure. Hit it like a piñata with the right oomph, see what shakes out. Specifics?

[ He tips his head. ]

We don't even know how we got here.

[heirring]

That's true. [Hemming, hawwing.] But some of us still have links to the places we came from. Certain abilities, I mean.

[She raises her hand - no, not the one with the anchor shard in it; the other one - and wiggles her fingers for punctuation.]

They must draw power from somewhere. I only wonder if channeling that in the correct direction might act as a bridge similar to however Enchanter Averesch reaches into the Fade to pull what he likes from it. I have yet to successfully pry the specifics from him.

[propulsion]

[ Tony glances at the wiggly hand, back to her. ]

Like a homing signal. Not bad.

[ He'd picked up his pen, but not to resume writing, twiddling it between his fingers before dipping it in her direction. ]

He's kind of a sourpuss. Think he'll be open to it? Questions, observation, prolonged eye contact.

[heirring]

Regrettably, I have my doubts.

[Is the brisk, slightly venomous declaration of a young lady who is very certain that Kostos Averesch is intolerable company for all kinds of reasons.]

But surely we could simply petition his Division Head for assistance and allow her to come to the conclusion of the proper person on her own. Or ask the Provost to do so on our behalf.