[ He responds. It's a knowing tone, that he levels at Set, but he does not speak of plans that Sebastian has carefully already been instructed to start laying the foundation for, or the fact that it very well may be a touch closer to that dynamic, at least if Silco has his way of manipulating the situation at hand. He certainly wouldn't mind if Springstar started to force its boot down on the neck of Kowloon, only to watch the effects shudder, and watch the ties that bound Springstar and Kowloon start to crumble slowly, ever so slowly.
Though instead of addressing that, he does look back at Sebastian, and tipped his head, one real eyebrow knit together in something that could only be described as surprise. ]
You can't recognize the other thing?
[ He asked, curious.
What could that mean? Certainly, there were plenty of things in this world that were beyond him, and perhaps even beyond Sebastian in some ways. Perhaps that was possible, but even so... it's significant, that Sebastian cannot notice a trace of it. ]
Perhaps the foreman's office will offer us answers then. Chemical compounds, or something of that nature.
[ He turned to finish the way up, before he tried the door, to find that it was locked once again. Go figure. ]
no subject
[ He responds. It's a knowing tone, that he levels at Set, but he does not speak of plans that Sebastian has carefully already been instructed to start laying the foundation for, or the fact that it very well may be a touch closer to that dynamic, at least if Silco has his way of manipulating the situation at hand. He certainly wouldn't mind if Springstar started to force its boot down on the neck of Kowloon, only to watch the effects shudder, and watch the ties that bound Springstar and Kowloon start to crumble slowly, ever so slowly.
Though instead of addressing that, he does look back at Sebastian, and tipped his head, one real eyebrow knit together in something that could only be described as surprise. ]
You can't recognize the other thing?
[ He asked, curious.
What could that mean? Certainly, there were plenty of things in this world that were beyond him, and perhaps even beyond Sebastian in some ways. Perhaps that was possible, but even so... it's significant, that Sebastian cannot notice a trace of it. ]
Perhaps the foreman's office will offer us answers then. Chemical compounds, or something of that nature.
[ He turned to finish the way up, before he tried the door, to find that it was locked once again. Go figure. ]
Would anyone like to do the honors?