[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    was pondering their words when Torquil opened, then closed, the mechanism before speaking and moving to hand Fulmen back. Farren shook his head slightly, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Opening the mechanism only does something after the hammer’s built charge,”[/b][/color] he began, clearly intending to explain the weapon. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“…to build electrical energy you must first strike something with the hammer.”[/b][/color]

Farren paused a moment, considering, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“…it’s dangerous though, if you build too much charge before opening the mechanism it becomes…quite destructive.”[/b][/color]

"...right," said slowly, concentrating a great deal to try to understand what he was being told. "It builds charge when I hit things, and if I open it while it has charge... something happens that can be destructive. Got it."

Farren nodded, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“It’ll release electricity, like the Darkbeast we fought,”[/b][/color] he clarified once it seemed that Torquil had a general grasp of the idea. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Just…make sure you count your hits and if you strike 10 or more times, do not open the mechanism.”[/b][/color]

"Releases electricity like the darkbeast. If I hit more than ten times, don't open it. I think I understand."

Farren’s gaze was searching as he held Torquil’s eyes for a moment. Then his serious expression passed and he gave Torquil a companionable pat on the back, and a nod, feeling relatively confident in Torquil’s understanding. Still, he’d make a point of keeping track of how many times the man struck something…just in case.

With that taken care of, Farren glanced between Gerlinde and Ophelia, before looking at the pale moon above. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Gods, eh? What a strange world I’ve woken to,”[/b][/color] he mused, shaking his head slightly, a strange smile briefly touching his lips before slipping away. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Not sure how to feel about that possibility, but…well, I think you’re both right, after a fashion. We could do nothing, but with the forces we know of so far…leaving things as they are would likely be just as disastrous as a misstep on our part, potentially even moreso.”[/b][/color]

He glanced to Ophelia then, still sensing the morose air about her, though the idea of ascension seemed to rouse some of that strange intensity he was more accustomed to. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Even if…we don’t follow that path, we can achieve things few others in the city can, by virtue of always having another chance to try. Surely, at the least, we could investigate the various…players on the board and if nothing else stymie any efforts that would bring the city ruin.”[/b][/color]

In truth, Farren felt it was, in a way, their duty. For every other faction seemed fixated on a single goal or ideology, each intent upon something and sure to take drastic measures to achieve such. While they did not have the resources of any of those factions, they also could not die…they could take risks that others likely never would. Though in some ways their unique nature as paleblood hunters—though he and Torquil were of a manufactured sort—did put them at a disadvantage. He had the sense that people would be far more likely to try and use them for their own purposes, and if not that…then distrust them purely due to what humanity they could be considered to have lost along with their mortality.

Ultimately though…one simply had to take account of such things and act with them in mind. So he thought at least….