[ As much as he loves sinking into the flow of his work, problem-solving and focusing on all the fiddly details that might otherwise go missed, he's always loved this part — the teaching, the collaboration, having someone there with him following along with every word — just as much. Maybe more, even. Even when he'd given up on ever being a father to children other than Maelle, he'd found fulfillment as a mentor and teacher with his apprentices, going over designs with them like this, pointing out the details they might have missed or the pitfalls they should look out for.
Verso is far from being his apprentice, but he slips into old habits anyway, his passion for the subject at hand sweeping him easily right back into that role. His hands move, first pointing out different areas on the mechanism, then gesturing with it as if words alone aren't enough to express his thoughts. ]
Well, yes, but it's not just about widening the aperture, it's about controlling the flow of oxygen. It can't all rush in too fast or it'll blow the thing sky high, and it can't be too slow or the timing will be off on the shot. And this—
[ He sets down the piece he'd been holding up, points towards a large cylinder leaning against the workbench nearby. His body twists in Verso's arms, but he's not trying to get away, just turning in place, his right hand coming to rest briefly for a moment on Verso's arm, squeezing fondly before he lets go again. ]
I'll add some rifling to the bore to help with aim and spread. They don't need much in the way of range, but with more power behind it the shot itself needs to be directed more accurately.
[ He glances back at Verso's comment, arms coming to wrap over the ones Verso has around him as he pauses, takes a moment to lean back into Verso's sturdy warm body, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth at those kisses. He's right, of course, and Gustave knows it, but just knowing that the gestrals will more than likely push his design past how it should be used doesn't mean it isn't worth giving them the best work he can, right? ]
Setting it on fire and letting it crash into the enemy would be effective, too. As special attacks go, it's not the worst one I can think of.
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Verso is far from being his apprentice, but he slips into old habits anyway, his passion for the subject at hand sweeping him easily right back into that role. His hands move, first pointing out different areas on the mechanism, then gesturing with it as if words alone aren't enough to express his thoughts. ]
Well, yes, but it's not just about widening the aperture, it's about controlling the flow of oxygen. It can't all rush in too fast or it'll blow the thing sky high, and it can't be too slow or the timing will be off on the shot. And this—
[ He sets down the piece he'd been holding up, points towards a large cylinder leaning against the workbench nearby. His body twists in Verso's arms, but he's not trying to get away, just turning in place, his right hand coming to rest briefly for a moment on Verso's arm, squeezing fondly before he lets go again. ]
I'll add some rifling to the bore to help with aim and spread. They don't need much in the way of range, but with more power behind it the shot itself needs to be directed more accurately.
[ He glances back at Verso's comment, arms coming to wrap over the ones Verso has around him as he pauses, takes a moment to lean back into Verso's sturdy warm body, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth at those kisses. He's right, of course, and Gustave knows it, but just knowing that the gestrals will more than likely push his design past how it should be used doesn't mean it isn't worth giving them the best work he can, right? ]
Setting it on fire and letting it crash into the enemy would be effective, too. As special attacks go, it's not the worst one I can think of.