05-16-2020, 03:46 PM
“Why thank you so very kindly for exemplifying my point, Seven. Woe the humble witchfinder.” Ephraim grinned, and toasted his glass, but maybe there was something not quite pleasant to it. It flashed and then passed. Zhenya’s own smile had gone quiet around the edges, her expression set in soft repose rather than anything so severe as a frown. It was clearly not what she had been expecting of the evening. Though on reflection, Ephraim had spoken of the future like a gift to be bestowed upon the next generation in the moments before Seven had arrived, and it was admittedly not his usual patter. Her eyes were dark and luminous in the light, circling the edges of true intrigue, but not quite yet slipped full into its depths.
“Your technology, Pervaya’s expertise, and Seven’s feeling. That is what you are suggesting, no?”
“And in so doing, diversifying Paragon’s offer.” Emphraim splayed his palms. He drank the vodka like spring water, but clearly it only fired his ambition. His manner was supple and persuasive. “Any resultant tech would be mine, of course -- with Pervaya’s first refusal on purchase rights. That goes without saying, my dear.”
“You’ve a feeling for the past, Seven, but have you the same nuance for the future? The limitations of modern technology generally do not fare well against a channeler’s hiccups, let alone one military-grade trained. And they already exist, believe me. Pervaya’s expertise will provide the foundational research for development, and your mysterious feeling of no bloody name will push us beyond the brink of our current limitations.” He grinned. “If you think you are up to the task, of course.”
“Your technology, Pervaya’s expertise, and Seven’s feeling. That is what you are suggesting, no?”
“And in so doing, diversifying Paragon’s offer.” Emphraim splayed his palms. He drank the vodka like spring water, but clearly it only fired his ambition. His manner was supple and persuasive. “Any resultant tech would be mine, of course -- with Pervaya’s first refusal on purchase rights. That goes without saying, my dear.”
“You’ve a feeling for the past, Seven, but have you the same nuance for the future? The limitations of modern technology generally do not fare well against a channeler’s hiccups, let alone one military-grade trained. And they already exist, believe me. Pervaya’s expertise will provide the foundational research for development, and your mysterious feeling of no bloody name will push us beyond the brink of our current limitations.” He grinned. “If you think you are up to the task, of course.”