Princess? ...That was just a nickname or something, right? Jareth couldn't believe Lya was a princess -- sure, she might be beautiful enough, but she didn't act like royalty or anything. And if she was, she wouldn't be having anything to do with him. And she was very much having things to do with him. Another mental wrench, and he sifted through what Victor had said, though he was sidetracked by a sudden kiss that left him stunned and staring as she sauntered off. One hand lifted to almost touch his cheek, where he could still feel the pressure of her lips. Oh gods...why did he have to go back home on Monday? Right, engine thing. Wait no, processor? "...Maybe it doesn't need to be faster," Jareth said slowly, his gears gradually gaining traction and kicking up to speed. "What was it my one friend keeps gushing about? Quantum processors? I mean, you probably already have them, but if you give me a look at some of the theories, it might be possible to layer them better." The idea of computers that could do multiple calculations at literally the same time instead of in very rapid progression had a lot of people excited, and if this lot were indeed more advanced, as they seemed to be, they doubtless already had them. Actual quantum processors -- ones that worked, that were standard and cutting edge and dear gods he wanted to see them. His fingers tingled with the familiar itch, a yearning that had started with tinkering, but now spread to concepts as well as physical work. --- "It's always in how it's used. Good and evil are as subjective as truth. More so, in fact. If it's a matter of morals, and the same power, then they might as well be the same thing," Amuné replied. "And in my biased view, failure to act can indeed be wicked." She fell silent. She still doubted anything had absolute power, unless you assumed reality itself had some sort of consciousness, but that issue was toying with ideas that strained comprehension, and she wasn't in the mood. The Seer subsided into complete stillness, though her focus sharpened at the final question. "I can," she said. "Nothing fancy, but enough. Unarmed martial arts, primarily a knife or short staff for CQC, and firearms. My Sight aids me only in supplementing tactics and sensing attacks. I have no other magic." --- "Two minds? Split personality or something, like that comicbook villain? Ha, that's a laugh." Cera shook her head. "Sometime you'll have to tell me how you ended up her lieutenant, cutie -- and what made you decide to leave," she added, putting her feet up on an ottoman. "If only two ever see her, then she must have an excellent hiding spot, and she must not do a lot of travelling. But a second lieutenant...hm." The vampire twisted a lock of dark hair around a finger, thinking. "It'd be someone new here, and I'm not sure how much of a friendly reception new folk'd get. It's a delicate balance this town has, and even those that are loud elsewhere have found a quiet place useful. I don't know how they'd take to someone messing that up. Which means--" and here she leaned forward, her grin stretching wide, "--all we really need to do is wait for someone to see them and start fussing. This isn't exactly a small town, but the monster community isn't that big, all things considered." ((His ring? ...Orion's married?! *flailing*))