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[gone_byebye]

The mud of the River of the Serpent is persistent, nasty, sticky stuff that gets into places Ray doesn't want to talk about. He's managed to rid himself of the stuff, but his clothes are going to smell like the river for a while. Thank heaven his papers and boxes made it out of the muck unharmed.

Now if he can just survive Sthiss Tor...

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[salmissras.livejournal.com]

"Oh," and it's a soft little gasp. There's a muttering from behind the curtains, which start twitching. No-one steps out though. They don't need to - that's what poisoned darts are for.

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Ray smiles. "Pretty, isn't it?" he says, looking at the blade. Then he switches it off and hangs it back on his belt again. "I'm sorry, your Majesty, I didn't mean to startle you. But if I can build one of those, given some time and the right materials I'm sure I can work up some appropriate toys for you to select from."

So not what he attended the Fu Foundation School of Engineering for, but he's pretty sure that survival kind of supercedes the reputation of Columbia's degree programs.

[salmissras.livejournal.com]

"I like the idea of your toys, Stanz," she chuckles. "You could be a great asset, I think." If he would consent to stay. That's the problem with creative geniuses - they tend to lose their gifts if you chain them down. She's tried it.

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"I appreciate the compliment, your Majesty, but let's save it until I've produced something you can actually use," Ray says. "Then you can judge for yourself. I'll start as soon as I can get set up somewhere appropriate, if that's all right with you?"

[salmissras.livejournal.com]

"My people will have orders to provide you with anything you require," she says. She expects him to have side projects - his type always does.

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"Terrific," Ray says. "Thank you very much, your Majesty. You won't regret it."

And, hopefully, neither will he.