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"Riley told you to?" Barth asked, having a hard time believing it. If it was true, he admittedly found that bit more intriguing then upsetting. The other part, though... The pipe had been real. But not the fire. Then what else...? Barth hadn't talked to his father still.

He felt unsettled.

"...But err, but why are you telling me? You're still err- I mean, you still have her Contract."

"What? No, I don't mind. No harm done. ...You did a Good Job, that's all. It dissolved because the Contract was filled. ...Satisfactory. Very satisfactorily. I-"

Barth fiddled with the last of the newspaper.

"I thought you didn't want to renew it because you were rather tired of the whole thing."

Barth read the title.

"I'll give it a look." And he would. He liked reading, as long as it wasn't an assignment, although he didn't like to make a show of it. People associated it too closely with work, and he was afraid it might give the wrong impression.

But being familiar with these signals might come in...handy.

"...That's the only reason you haven't been by? That business in the cornfield?"

Riley could feel the sexual tension through the wall. She could cut it with a knife. She was currently waving a knife in the air, at that moment, and didn't know why.

He shuffled over to the Sloth demon, pulling a folded up piece of paper from his pocket- a newer set of blueprints. He had spent a lot of time avoiding leaving his room, most of which had been spent refining his plans.

"I... I've had thith... exthperiment I've been working on with Mathter Malodore's help and I need to conthtruct a devithe that will... er... " He motioned to the arrows of the drawing, "Direct the flow of a charge of raw Fear. I think... I have a theory." His confidence had returned, it seemed, his mismatched eyes alight with that familiar enthusiasm.

"Well... I thought... use electrithity to er... direct the fear. My... " He swallowed anxiously, glancing over his shoulder int he direction he knew the closest mirror lay, and still his voice dipped down quieter, which at least limited the spray, "My Creator thaid that lightening wath uthed. Er. To make me. I thaw thome of hith equipment, but I don't remember how it worked, exthactly... just... er... well, i found some other bookth too. I jutht need to make sure it doethn't fry the partth inthtead of jutht.... er... jolting them. I don't really know how, though... OH! And er... the whole thing ith a neck bolt!" He seemed happier to move away from that topic, gesturing to the "cap" in the picture, "It can be futhed to the brain, but Mathter Malodore thayth it needth to hit the right parth of the brain."

He glanced up to Barth's face finally, expression hopeful over the blueprints, "Do you think you can do it?"

The Igor straightened, positively beaming at the demon as he pointed to the helmet, "Thith ith the motht important bit, and the retht here could take thome refining.. er... " He scratched the back of his head, "Here and here, really, but I think thith thould, in theory, work. You thee? The bolt would go through here, to here," He lurched about to point over Barth's elbow at the blueprints, "Where it would er... thzap the left owerth inthide down to their raw Fear particleth.... like..." He swallowed again, expression becoming more distant, "What happened... before we got home. And then, like the portal, whatever it wath it did- here, the energies going here to finally reathert themthelweth in the new form ath fresth Fear, reathigned." He glanced back up with a hopeful expression, "Doeth that thound plauthable?"