Closed [Windmount Stables] Into the Saddle

[Fallon]

“Put off?” She felt the look of Bolivar fall upon her, a mixture of disbelief and wonder filling his face “Why would I be put off?”
For a moment she felt a bit put out of place by the reinmancer that rode with her. But it did not stop her from listening and learning. Even the smallest information about magic would reveal so much to her. She clipped her heels against the side of Javil, spurring the horse onwards in order to keep up with the squire. She contemplated only for a moment on answering his question more fully, on how open she should be about it.
“Even I know, that in the right hands magic is a useful tool,” she gave a shrug “And because of that, well the notion doesn’t put me off. Sure there is always one person who will push it too far and bring destruction for it. And it’s always those people we remember most, but still,” she focused on Bolivar “That’s only one person out of thousands. I mean think of the Djed Storm. So many mages did their best with shielding Syliras where they could. Makes me wish sometimes I could do something like that. Be able to protect something that I deem worth protecting.”

She shook her head at his comment “Sorry, I should have been clearer about it. Guess I’m just bad at explaining things lately. But you’re right, the city has its views on magic. And although perhaps they’re for safety, I can’t help but feel…” she gave a sigh “I don’t know how to feel about it. Disappointed I suppose. I mean there are cities elsewhere in the land that are more open with Magic. I would say Zeltiva to a degree… but that’s more because it’s learning obsessed.” And then she laughed, a smirk forming on her lips “I have no time for men currently and their attractive ways. Besides, a good conversation with one is a lot more rewarding than just plain looks,” she gave a shrug before answering properly “Let’s just say it is curiosity. And perhaps a want to learn more about the world. Knowledge is vital in order to let ourselves move ever on. It’s just… making sure it doesn’t get corrupted”

Fallon looked about herself, taking in the changing sights as they rode onwards. She felt herself bump about in the saddle, her untrained legs already feeling uncomfortable to being in the position for even this short amount of time. She winced, and adjusted herself in it with a look of discomfort upon her face. She gave a grunt “Definitely a form of torture,” and tightened her grip on the reins once more “Either way, I hope you get there. Give people a fresh outlook and stop them from being prejudice.” And then the squire fell silent, her head sinking slightly with a sigh upon her lips. She had said a lot, and to her it had at turned into mindless twittering and nonsense. Then again, perhaps it was for the better that she stopped talking, even with the nagging of questions pressing against her.
“What’s it like...?” she managed to mumble.

[Bolivar]

Fallon was right in a way. Yes that was exactly the view that he tried to instil onto others. It felt odd hearing a squire actually agree with him. "Exactly. Magic is a gift from the gods. How we use it is paramount." Smirking slightly Bolivar nodded enthusiastically when Fallon made mention of the mage-knights that protected the city. "Indeed! Truly a shame but worth noting for generations to come! With them Syliras would be a disaster. Scorched earth marking where it once was!" Bolivar's eyes lighting up at the mention of practicing djed herself almost bounced in his seat much to Barrel's confusion. The horse shook it's head slightly whinnying in protest but Bolivar paid him no heed. "Oh but you can! That's the beauty of it really. As long as your motives are right it should be easy for you to get inducted into magic." Calming down Barrel below him Bolivar made sure not to move as much for the mountain pony's sake. "Have you been to Zeltiva? What is it like?"Only mere stories of fancy were told about the area to which Bolivar could not truly believe. It sounded like a dream for some of the people back home. Giving an honest smile as Fallon reacted to his slight comment slowly started to realize he might have found an actual friend. "Oh shame. Though I shall take that as a compliment. Seems like I have it all. Good looks and someone who can hold a conversation. Few are so lucky." Nodding knowingly Bolivar tried to think of a way to address all of the slight issues Fallon mentioned. "It's a long road." Shifting slightly Bolivar tried to find a more comfortable spot on Barrel's harness before slowing the horse down once more. A sudden silence loomed over them as Bolivar turned to see what might have happened to Fallon. The mixed blood appreciated silence as any Isurian did but he felt there was still much more to talk about. Quietly musing what might be amiss Bolivar quickly backtracked all the words the two exchanged. Looking back Bolivar looked over at the other squire. So that is what was on her mind. "Scary, uplifting and confusing." Not quite sure what Fallon meant Bolivar was still being led along by Barrel, the horse not understanding when it would be good to stop for dramatic effect. "That way." Pulling on the reins Bolivar directed Barrel along a more scenic path for the both of them to take. Making their way towards a giant waterfall near Syliras. "Why do you ask?" Keeping his head facing forward Bolivar was excited to share his reinmancy with Fallon already planning out how to make a small show of is reinmancy. Spurring barrel forward he started the smaller mountain pony on a trot waving Fallon to follow. oocSince my horse is smaller I think you just need to do speed up to a canter to keep me in sight.

[Fallon]

Fallon looked about the outside world with wonder, taking in the sights and remembering the route they had taken where she could. She did not fancy the idea of the pair of them getting lost in the world outside of the city. She heard the excitement in the voice of the mixed blood, the energy that seemed to fill him as he spoke. So full of spirit and vigour on improving the nature of their kind. She watched his back the gesturing wave to follow and did. She clicked her tongue, leaning forward in the saddle as Javil picked up his pace.
“Zeltiva? I’ve been there,” she cleared her throat as she begun “It’s a port city, and home of the University. I spent the summer of Five eleven there learning literacy and being a book worm. It’s full of ancient architecture too, a maze of buildings. The majority of them follow Laviku, and their big on their boats,” she paused for a moment “If you have any other questions about it I can try and answer them.”

She turned her head about herself, before digging in her heels to the side of the horse so she could catch up with him quicker. She bumped up and down in the saddle, her feet slipping in the stirrups as she came level with the squire. Fallon turned her head to him “Where we heading out of interest?” The girl looked about herself a look of curiosity filling her face as she was lead ever on “As for why do I ask… well I’m just curious. Guess it’s different for everyone.”
Her eyes looked upon him, a small smile on her face as she found a level of contentment. It was a rare delight for her to talk to another mage, and one so willingly- and less bragging in ability than previous ones. So she took particular care to make sure to tread carefully, filling her mind with the nagging questions. To delve so deeply and so soon would indeed spell trouble, but she could not help herself.
“Magic,” she spoke more to herself than to Bolivar “It is indeed a wonderful thing,” she watched Javil paw at the ground with his hoof before carefully encouraging him to carry on with his usual pace. She felt more confident by the moment with the creature, but she was not about to put it past him to suddenly act up.

[Bolivar]

Barrel took to Kabrin road with much zeal. Bouncing slightly in his saddle the squire tried to match the movements of his mount trying to get used to the pace. It felt as if he was slightly off balance from the get go holding on to the reins of the mountain pony for dear life. Jostled around for almost a full chime Bolivar stubbornly kept on with the faster gait until he found himself in a positon that felt comfortable to him. A moment of clarity. Pleased with himself pressed down on his stirrups almost standing on the little mountain pony in victory. "Hah! Horse riding isn't so-" Then it left as quickly as it came. Stopping his adulation mid sentence Bolivar went back down clinging to the horse just like before. "Well it isn't." Satisfied with himself Bolivar slowed down to a canter taking note of the timing the horse took between each step. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. Eventually making their way to a resplendent waterfall Bolivar heralded their small trip coming to a close. "I've heard about this place ever since I went back to Syliras a few times. Such a place would be perfect for what I had in mind." The eager squire didn't quite really care that the spot was a tourist attraction as he pulled Barrel to a nearby tree. Slowly making his way off his horse and tying Barrel down Bolivar quickly paced himself to the pool of water beneath the waterfall. A deafening roar accompanied with a intense show of strength Bolivar found that this was indeed the place to go for learning Water Reinmancy. "You see that? This is indeed the place to learn. A site where one can truly see the full force of their element." Sitting near the water's edge Bolivar waved Fallon to join beside him as he explained. "Normally the wind is how I express my reinmancy but as of late I've been thinking about practicing some ways to control water." A slight pause followed with Bolivar looking listlessly into the scene while he tried to call on that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling that he had come to know. First there was djed. It was what made up his body it was part of him yet Bolivar was consciously pushing it out of him to make it into something else. That djed was forming into res. That translucent entity that formed when he willed his djed outside of his comfort zone. Pushing his djed out of him and cutting ties with it simply put. Res started producing from not only the scars in his hands but from his nose and mouth itself. The slight burning tingle that accompanied it was felt all over but more so in the palms of his hands. Glancing at Fallon Bolivar kept a straight face at first but tried to give a reassuring look for his fellow squire. So how about them bears? The squire would not talk as he concentrated on building up his spell force. Better to do this all at once. Closing his eyes Bolivar tried to breathe easy as he willed more and more djed out of his system. Res emanated from Bolivar's pores in a small haze warping the air around him slightly until it started to produce a slight sheen all around him. As if hanging around him all around him Bolivar's skin tingled as he willed the surrounding res around him closer, then tightly. "So how about them bears?" Sweating slightly Bolivar could feel the inside of his shirt damp as he scanned the area around him. Already he might have caught some attention from the off passerby as the pair were given a wide berth. "Mind filling the silence? Feels less lonesome with someone talking. Tell me about your Zeltiva. What was it like?"

[Fallon]

Now out in the open air did Fallon inhale deeply. It was fresher and clearer here, out of the way of the stuffy city and the close in bodies. She felt her lip curled as she relaxed in the saddle, the sound of horse shoes trotting against the ground filling the space in between words. Although she had previously become level with the squire, when he began taking the lead again she let him. She was not in the mood for competition anyway, she was too busy buzzing with questions and the notion of being outside once more. She watched Syna hover above them, her eyes turning to the late buds on the trees. Spring was here indeed, full of force and life. Refreshing to see that the cold hand on spring had indeed finally left for another year. Their, or more over his, place of training however was decided when Bolivar brought them to a halt beside what was commonly seen as a tourist spot. Fallon herself knew it well, she had been here a few times before in her youth.

She dismounted, grabbing hold of Javil’s tack as she did along with Barrel’s after a few moments of going after him. Whilst the mage squire talked however, she ensured that the horses were secured nearby on a tree. She did not fancy the idea of having to chase after them or worse still the long walk back to the city. She gave them a quick check, more so on Javil. She adjusted the bridal, tightening it slightly as Bolivar continued to explain himself.
Reinmancy eh? She looked around the surrounding area the sounds of the water drowning out most other things. She came up beside him a few steps away, eyes peering round as she watched him manipulate the Djed into Res. She watched the look of reassurance, that attempt to confirm that he was not about to try and do something too rash.

Sweat began to drip as he continued to exert his will over the air. She gave him a disapproving look however on the subject of bears and gave a snort “Try asking that question when you have your throat almost being bitten out by one.” She gave a smile, but one that confirmed she was at least being serious. If anything it was in poor taste. Or to her at least it was, she had enough fighting happen to her in the wilds before, and she did not fancy it again anytime soon.

“Zeltiva?” She licked her lips and rocked for a moment “Well when I got there I’d just sailed in from Sunberth. It resides on a tiny strip of land between a massive mountain and Mathews Bay. Bustling with traders and knowledge seekers alike, filler with opportunities – if you know where to look. It was warm and calm then, barely any breeze to speak of, the mountains kept the worst of it at back. And those mountains, they were towering, they forced the ships to funnel into the port where they would unload and restock,” the girl brought herself into a crouch as she looked towards the waterfall, her eyes glazing over as she recalled her memories of a place that had seemed so distant, “There’s next to no land for growing crops though, so getting food is hard to come by. If you want a restaurant, you’re not going to find one, put it that way. Bit like if you want a strong drink you’re not gonna come by one unless you’re iron stomached. For me though, at the time it was revitalising. It helped in giving me something to strive for and to work at. Even if I had only been there for summer. It gave me grounding. But now? Now it’s just a good memory.”

[Bolivar]

"Right." Not quite understanding what she meant Bolivar smiled weakly not quite playing attention. Rather he merely murmured at inopportune times of Fallon's description. The story of Zeltiva did in fact sound interesting as the mage squire found himself stopping short after hearing something of worth. However for the most part he just needed background sounds to help concentrate. "Maybe it is sad those times are just memories. But perhaps it's not sad they are if you think about it." Satisfied with hearing the gist of what Fallon had to say. Bolivar brought his hands out as forming his res out in front of him. He formed the basic shape of a ball as the mage squire digged deep trying to figure out how to control this new element. There was always winds to manipulate and Bolivar was well versed in that regard but how would he do with something he was not so familiar with. Extending his fingers and retracting them in a pulling motion Bolivar tested the waters seeing if this motion was suitable. A slightly ripple but the squire couldn't quite understand just yet. "Being in tune with your element is considered a luxury for some reimanciers. Granted fire is hardest to practice with but I consider this rather important magic theory." Pulling one hand to his left and wiggling his fingers Bolivar's face grew serious once more trying to bend the element to his will. "Granted a strong will can overcome such things but imagine having the right method and a strong will." A slight wave followed Bolivar's motion as his face was clentched tight. Him willing the element to obey was a step in the right direction but Bolivar still had much more to learn about water. "Understanding your element and it's properties is how a reimancer becomes good at bending the elements." Retracting his res away from the water's edge Bolivar formed it into a large sphere. Overgiving slightly was part of the training but at the moment the squire was just tired. Bolivar eyes already having bags under his eyes darkened further under the strain. "So first we figure out how water works." Dipping his hands into the waters Bolivar brought his hands back up trapping some water in his hands before showing Fallon. "What do you see?"

[Fallon]

Fallon watched his display of his will over res with a keen interest. She watched him attempt to exploit his will over the water as he spoke his lesson to her along with his own theories. It was an opportunity to watch the practice of it up close rather than at a distance or the receiving end. The squire was serious about his words, and his knowledge by no doubt one gained in his own time. Fallon rubbed at her jaw, and stood at the water’s edge next to him with a fixated look of thought upon her face. She pulled off her gloves, her eyes for a moment glancing at Bolivar before she returned it to the water. Her fingers stroke against the surface, dampening slightly. She could have tried to talk about it, but she was uncertain. She watched the squire dip his hands in and cup the water, before presenting it to her.

Fallon’s lips pursed together, “Well I see you holding the water.” She wiggled her fingers that she had now dunked into the water “If you want specifics, well it’s a liquid. One that can run over things freely, and gets trapped easily in a container too. It’s partially reflective too, and it let’s light through.” She gave a shrug “If it’s heated up it changes into steam, and if it’s cooled it is changed into ice.”
She flicked away the droplets and brought herself up. In honesty she did not quite understand what Bolivar was asking of her. She knew about water and how it was necessary to keep the body alive and prevent it from dehydrating, she knew that it could be used to cool wounds and douse fires. But all she saw at the moment was simple plain water in its natural form. Untainted by the hands of society. She rubbed her brow and finally admitted to being stumped for thought, “Sorry, not sure what else you want me to say really.”

[Bolivar]

"Errr right! All correct!" Apparently Fallon studied up more the squire. "Water is many things and a reimancer must know those exact things to manipulate the element correctly." His hands already apart brought his hands together to join the water from both palms. "So there is not point in comparing one water with another. They are the same see?" The two smaller pools of water combined to make a slightly bigger pool before it dripped from his hands. "Like every element they follow a set of rules." Pointing at where the waterfall was and then down at the small ravine it created Bolivar looked at Fallon wonderingly. The mage squire himself was trying to figure out his element but was happy to let his new friend share what she thought. "Such a powerful show of force don't you think? This waterfall? Why doesn't it just go forth and surge farther and farther out until it swallows everything around it?" Giving Fallon a slight grimace Bolivar tried using a new word that he had recently come across. "That was a retorical question by the way. Though I would not mind a retorical answer." Shrugging off his great axe Bolivar strolled near the water's edge dipping the edge of his weapon into the water. Perhaps a stick would have sufficed but his greataxe just felt right in his hands. "There. There! and There!" Pointing the axe head at different impressions of water Bolivar let Fallon see what he was talking about before he continued. "It is strong there. Yet weak there. Shallow in some and deep in others why do you think this happens?" Smirking slightly the mixed blood already had his question answer as Fallon explained what water was. "You were right to say that water can run over things easily but somehow it gets trapped so easily in a waterskin. Curious how such a prevailing force can be conquered." Bringing out his own water skin Bolivar drank his fill before continuing. Sloshing the liquid inside for dramatic effect Bolivar pondered for a moment before coming to a conclusion. "Water acts in such a way because it wants to. Do you know what I mean?" Poking at the side of the river Bolivar brought up his greataxe to his shoulder revealing a small impression in the ground. Quickly filling up with water from the nearby river Bolivar finally came in to terms with Fallon's response. "Water acts how it wants. It is not only a saying when one says 'go with the flow.' It's application is very much real." Looking back at his companion to see if his slight jibe was entertaining. Shrugging slightly Bolivar continued on with his experiments looking back at the earlier areas that he noticed were out of sync with the rest. "The ground's conditions. The slight fall in some area and the rise in some. That large rock that blocks that way." Doing little more then murmuring to himself Bolivar could find his confidence rising slightly as it all started to come together. "When you understand all of this something like THAT" Pointing at the waterfall. "Can be defeated and bent to a reimancer's will. Water can be defeated no matter how strong it might seem..." "There!" Pointing at a rather deeper portion near the waterfall Bolivar jumped up lunging at the spot. The water came up higher then Bolivar's knees as he landed with a large splash into the water. Gripping his greataxe tightly he made a slow, measured arc trying to just avoid the bottom of the river. Another resounding splash, followed by another Bolivar looked as if he was simply practicing in the training grounds. "Defeat your element. One way or another." Rolling his greataxe over his head Bolivar threw a chop that skimmed the water's edge. "Understand each detail that you can use." This detail in particular was how he can intergrate his weapon of choice with the element but Fallon could interpret that however she wanted. A few more chimes and Bolivar found himself tiring as he carried his great axe with in his arms. The weight of his weapon made Bolivar feel sluggish and tired finding the task exhausting. Perhaps with constant practice he would be able to fight on water unimpeded. However right now... "Alright I'm all done with magic theory." Smirking slightly Bolivar could guess he looked more then conspicuous swinging his weapon around but the mixed blood didn't mind. Making his way back to the main body of water underneath the water Bolivar placed his great axe back in his weapon harness as he then started to strip. "Care to join me? Better to immerse yourself for the next part I find." Rubbing his thumb against his hand Bolivar set aside his equipment before reenacting forming his djed once more. This time Bolivar made an effort to draw a large amount of djed. A exhilarated look followed by a dark chuckle Bolviar looked back at Fallon with what he thought was an impressive amount of djed to hold all in at once. "Only the select few can ascend to greatness. Scared yet?."

[Fallon]

Fallon listened to him explain about the element, a slow nod in understanding as he talked. It was enlightening, yet also made a lot of sense to her when she was told about the mention of rules.
“So would that mean that fire follows the rules of producing heat and light?” she clicked her fingers as she continued to think upon his words “Along with the ability to burn fuels for... well energy I guess.” She knew she was stumbling on thought and trying to completely understand, but the inkling came that she was indeed slowly getting there. She watched Bolivar test the waters, the water rippling as he experimented. She gave a smile and sat herself on the ground, watching the mixed blood as he waded about caught in his own little world of curiosity.

“The same reason why a stone falls to the ground when you throw it,” she answered his rhetorical question, a small smirk forming upon her face “It loses strength an momentum as it travels. A force will eventually cause it to come to the ground and towards the earth. I mean it’s why we always fall towards it when we topple over, right?” She gave a chuckle “Be funny if we just floated though. But yeah, I get what you mean. Water acts as it wishes, just like the other elements, its understanding how it flows and working with it.” Her eyes at that moment narrowed with thought, whilst he floundered about. Determination however guided what he was doing though, his mind set on over coming this block in his learning. She leaned back, observing whilst the rest of her soaked up the rays of the sun. Even with the occasional glance from an onlooker, the girl squire did not worry too much. Or perhaps to be more exact her only concern was for if the mage suddenly turned and began over giving with his powers. After all she did not fancy the wrath of an angry mage upon her.

Or at least until he suddenly started stripping off the layers. She gave a blink at his invitation, her mind for a moment growing blank of an answer. She watched the mixed blood give a chuckle as he waded once more into the water, full of confidence and zeal that he was in control. Fallon swallowed, sitting herself up as the contemplated joining him.
“You want me to join you?” she cocked an eyebrow, before shaking her head. The girl got to her feet and stretched out, looking down upon the squire. She chewed at her lip for a moment, contemplating what the best answer to give was “Greatness, power. A wonderful tool to some, yet corruptive to others. I do not fear it; I am not ignorant of it, and I will not be made a fool of it. But I respect it and the dangers it holds.” She gave a nod to the squire and stretched herself out “I’ll join you.”

She did not strip as far down as the other squire. Her coat was tossed to one side, the clunk of metal sounding out as she placed the Tulwar next to it. She pulled off her boots, and sash, and stood at the edge of the water barefoot and in her breeches and shirt, her bare hands rolling up the cuffs to her elbows. She would have lost more, but there were some things that she did not want others to know about. Wading in, she gave a wince at the chill and let herself adjust “When you’re ready.”

[Bolivar]

Oh! So she would follow through. How... admirable. "I'm always ready." Scoffing confidently Bolivar once again went through the motions of willing the water for his use. Finding a forceful and steady motion to be his way to manipulate Bolivar breathed slightly muttering small smatterings of adulation and joy all while he made use of his res. Bolivar had already pushed himself with the last production but the squire was so close to understanding he could taste the triumph past that metallic flavor. Welling up a slightly pull was felt all around him as he directed his res to attract the waters around him. After a few tics or so the effect will start to be noticeable thought he. Though small at first Bolivar can feel a slight shift in the water's current wondering if his partner felt the subtle difference. Granted parts of the river went past the pair but already a pull could be seen if they looked directly at the area the res covered. At first appearing as if the area around both Fallon and Bolivar had no current the mixed blood quickly noticed the growing stagnation forming into a wide area making a few arm lengths around him. With a rise from both his arms he lifted his res from the river surface letting the flow of water lift slightly up as some of the river's water tried to follow his djed. His arms shook with effort feeling as if he were balance the oversized form of res within the palms of his hands. Hovering his res higher and higher Bolivar rose his res higher and higher between the pair of them before finally lifting it slightly over his head. Rather then the expected physical exhaustion it was the mental strain that Bolivar had to keep in check. The mage squire was not looking too well compared to when he was atop Barrel. Still Bolivar wasn't going to let himselve fall prey to crappy overgiving. Not yet at least he had so much he wanted to do. "Rise. You are of my will and mine alone. I have much I want to learn still." Bolivar's eyes twitched as the thought of nodding off for a bit came to mind. No... no NOI! Just a bit longer! Gritting his teeth and flaring his eyes open Bolivar curved his arms inwardly above him as he tried to follow the same motion with his res. Condense, pressurize and form into the shape I want you to be. His eyes starting to show little light as he closed his eyes and willed the ball of djed heavily laden down with water close. Finally it formed into the ball shape that he desired after a sharp intake of breathe. Holding his breathe Bolivar dared not disrupt the concentration given from the breathe of air. Smaller, more uniform all around and more deadly. Slowlying shrinking and receding the ball of djed formed into a tight formed sphere of control. Water continuously feeding his djed from the river just below it but still running it's course Bolivar stopped the attraction so that his control would not falter from the extra weight on his djed. Finally the attraction was put so that the mage readily held an amount he could reliably control letting the excess drip down near them. "Closer? Or perhaps farther away?" The request being made into a question Bolivar was quietly wondering if Fallon would fall into his little ploy. "I need some inspiration to keep this up but if you don't quite trust me I would not blame you." In a way it was the truth as he could already feel parts of his djed relaxing from the strain in his mind. Bolivar was almost halfway done condensing the ball going from a wide sheet that covered a large part of the river surface to more of a beach ball sized ball. Bolivar was getting close to his intended final product and truth be told he did not want Fallon to be unaware of what might happen. In any case Bolivar kept his gaze set on his djed manipulation. It was quite the showy spectacle especially for Bolivar's mastery. Granted he intended to do so in front of Fallon but if it were just him he would make for a simpler,easier procedure. Still it was quite breathtaking that he alone managed to pull this off. Pressure on all sides. Make sure there aren't any holes. Reaching out and grasping the ball of res in his hands Bolivar mentally and physically tried to fit the ball down into the size he wanted. The warm djed mixed with the cold from the fresh water around it produced a sensation that was skin to scalding hot water to the mixed blood's hands. Pushing and pushing, tighter and tighter. Bolivar smiled slightly nearing his end product. Though some parts of his djed started to leak out sending hot streams of his djed spurting around him Bolivar kept on until finally. "There. Something like this would simply be amazing for a water reinmancer to have." Raising a palm to Fallon Bolivar revealed his newly condensed ball of water and djed to his buddy. The edges around his eyes were dark but having a hidden light in them Bolivar started to file outside of the river with his new weapon of mass desctruction. "Now... How do you think I can use this?" oocSorry that I wrote so much there. I just wrote what came to mind and that long post appeared.