[ listen. it's not his fault he had to hit pause on his education so he could (checks notes) learn how to make a nail gun to kill his child trafficking parents with. ]
The Fontaine Research Institute. It did blow up awhile back, but you can still find some talented people there.
[ anyway. he pauses in condimenting his hot dog. her mood souring makes his own mood dip a little in response. ]
I am very lucky that my sister was willing to do everything she could for me.
[ the mods have given up on finding reasons to say no, so they do get to find a knife, yay. she doesn't trust him completely yet, but she still offers him the knife handle first. ]
he does look a little surprised when she offers him the knife, if only because he assumed she'd go straight for cutting the onion and holding it up to his face. ]
You sure you trust me with this? For all you know, I could be a murderer in disguise.
[ haha. but thankfully for everyone involved, all he does after taking the knife is to cut the onion in half. it's a pretty clean cut; he obviously knows how to use a knife. ]
[ unfortunately this is w1 monday and he would not reveal anything about himself that early so...he just smiles instead and offers her half of the onion. ]
although it takes a few seconds for the sulphuric acid from the onions to fully waft into his face. for a moment he looks perfectly normal....and then he starts blinking, faster and faster. the sun over his head shrinks back into clouds that start turning dark.
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Do you normally do things like this for fun?
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[ it's so much more fun that way. anyway... hot dog stands usually have onions for relish. she looks around for one. ]
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You would fit right in with the researchers at the Institute.
[ while ema looks for onions, wriothesley figures he might as well take the time to grab a hot dog. ]
What made you pursue a career in detective work then, if the thought of science excites you so much?
[ haha ]
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she finds relish, but not the ingredients for it yet. she keeps looking. ]
Institute?
[ oh, boy, that question is so loaded. it makes her stop searching. the cloud above her darkens. ]
It wasn't what I wanted. They didn't give me the assignment I've been aiming for.
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The Fontaine Research Institute. It did blow up awhile back, but you can still find some talented people there.
[ anyway. he pauses in condimenting his hot dog. her mood souring makes his own mood dip a little in response. ]
Assignment? Why not?
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It blew up? How?
[ what happened to it. what happened to science...
she huffs and grumbles under her breath, something about not passing a test. ]
I'll get there soon. Just you wait. I'll pass that exam.
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Something about a generator overloading? I'm not too familiar with the terms myself. It gave everyone quite the scare though.
[ but that's neither here nor there. he takes a bite of his hot dog, chews and swallows. how's ema's search for those onions going? ]
Exam?
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[ even if it's sad!! science, she loves you. ]
I want to be a forensics scientist, a forensics investigator.
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[ she sounds so passionate about it......how cute. ]
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[ keeps eating his hot dog in the meantime ]
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[ she loves her sister soooo much.
she finally finds a raw onion. ]
Aha! Finally!
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Not your parents?
[ but he'll finish his hot dog so he can wander over obediently. ]
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It's been my sister and me for a long time. I lost my parents when I was young. She raised me.
[ she looks around for a knife. ]
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Oh. Sorry to hear that. But it sounds you were pretty lucky that you had someone willing to look out for you.
[ wanders over to help her look for a knife ]
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I am very lucky that my sister was willing to do everything she could for me.
[ the mods have given up on finding reasons to say no, so they do get to find a knife, yay. she doesn't trust him completely yet, but she still offers him the knife handle first. ]
The honor should be yours.
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he does look a little surprised when she offers him the knife, if only because he assumed she'd go straight for cutting the onion and holding it up to his face. ]
You sure you trust me with this? For all you know, I could be a murderer in disguise.
[ haha. but thankfully for everyone involved, all he does after taking the knife is to cut the onion in half. it's a pretty clean cut; he obviously knows how to use a knife. ]
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that is what she considered doing, but she decided to be polite about it. it's part of her gameplay to make other people do the work for her. ]
You would have murdered me already. Who would arrest you here?
[ as far as she knows, she's the only detective here. ]
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Would you like to do the honors?
[ of making him cry? ]
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[ she takes the onion from him and holds it up to his face.
is he even sensitive to onions? time to find out.... ]
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although it takes a few seconds for the sulphuric acid from the onions to fully waft into his face. for a moment he looks perfectly normal....and then he starts blinking, faster and faster. the sun over his head shrinks back into clouds that start turning dark.
a few raindrops fall. ]
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science!! kind of. she grins. ]
Oh! The hypothesis is supported.
[ she's so pleased. ]
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Wonderful. Mind putting down the onion now?
[ his eyes ]
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reluctantly, she pulls the onion away from his face. ]
Sure. Thanks for the help, Mr. Wriothesley. It's good data.
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