"You can try," Jigano encouraged. "I could probably figure out how to use such a machine if we found one, but as for making something like that... well. Remi would have been the best man for that sort of tinkering." His voice was sad as he finished because timelines are fucked and Torchline wasn't open yet when this thread started, wondering if the missing alchemist was okay.
Besides, he liked teaching people. Oliver's disinterest in attending his presentations might have made him just a little exasperated with the younger man. "Though making books accessible won't change that not all Naturals are literate, either," he cautioned him, considering his own mate could barely read, and Maea's early lessons with Sam. "Or Outlanders, for that matter." He'd been giving Adam secret reading lessons, too, after all.
Jigano was confident the Voice did have sinister plans, but not for Outlanders. Or rather, not anymore, since they had already fulfilled their purpose for her. He listened quietly to Oliver's concerns, though, as he tried to gently free the crate of jewelry from the stack it had been sitting in for three hundred years. "What places?" he asked, trying to follow the young man's broken words and half-finished thoughts. "Like Halo?" He grunted as he freed the box and headed towards the stairs to carry it out to the fresh Longheat air above. "That's because the portals are something she created. They're linked to her and the Ascended, somehow." But Oliver's other worry earned a snort of dismissal. "And how would she do that?" he asked curiously. "Aside from lying to the gullible, I mean, and convincing them to fall for a ruse?" Which seemed her main way of recruiting more Ascended, admittedly, but would hardly work on those already predisposed against her.
Besides, he liked teaching people. Oliver's disinterest in attending his presentations might have made him just a little exasperated with the younger man. "Though making books accessible won't change that not all Naturals are literate, either," he cautioned him, considering his own mate could barely read, and Maea's early lessons with Sam. "Or Outlanders, for that matter." He'd been giving Adam secret reading lessons, too, after all.
Jigano was confident the Voice did have sinister plans, but not for Outlanders. Or rather, not anymore, since they had already fulfilled their purpose for her. He listened quietly to Oliver's concerns, though, as he tried to gently free the crate of jewelry from the stack it had been sitting in for three hundred years. "What places?" he asked, trying to follow the young man's broken words and half-finished thoughts. "Like Halo?" He grunted as he freed the box and headed towards the stairs to carry it out to the fresh Longheat air above. "That's because the portals are something she created. They're linked to her and the Ascended, somehow." But Oliver's other worry earned a snort of dismissal. "And how would she do that?" he asked curiously. "Aside from lying to the gullible, I mean, and convincing them to fall for a ruse?" Which seemed her main way of recruiting more Ascended, admittedly, but would hardly work on those already predisposed against her.
