Chapter 13

The Hidden Halls of Edinburgh have been the headquarters of the White Council for centuries. The Council itself could trace its origins to pre-Roman times, in some form or another, and naturally, its headquarters has changed from time to time. Alexandria, Carthage, Rome, even the Vatican in the early days of the church. Numerous major seats of power in the past have been home to the Council leadership at one time or another. By wizard standards, they've only recently moved into the tunnels and catacombs carved from ancient Scottish rock.

To keep it simple, Edinburgh has a tunnel network more extensive than the ones found beneath Chicago, and far sturdier and stable. The main complex is directly located beneath Castle Edinburgh itself, where kings, queens, ladies, and lords have fought, betrayed, and slaughtered each other for generations.

The moment we stepped inside, Pyrrha visibly shuddered, like she'd stepped through a waterfall. She wrapped her arms around her chest and shivered, "What is that? Where are we?"

I felt the same shuddering rush of energy beneath my feet, similar to an enormous, silent subterranean river. My past experience made me accustomed to it, but as even someone with no magical talent could have felt the raw power that proliferated the halls, Pyrrha, with her… unique abilities, might have felt it stronger.

"Never been over a ley line before, eh chica?" Ramirez asked.

Pyrrha glanced at him with curious eyes, "A ley line?"

"Natural currents of magical energy that run throughout the world." I explained without turning around. "It's all raw magic, and the most powerful way to employ it. Edinburgh in particular is a very big natural convergence. What you're feeling is just one ley line."

Her eyes widened, and she looked down at the stone floor, "Just one…?" she whispered. "And anyone can tap into them?"

"If they've got the magical talent, then sure. Anyone with enough skill can use a ley line to augment their abilities."

"Or if they're crazy enough," Ramirez added.

"Or if they're crazy enough." I nodded.

More out of habit more than concern, we all hurried over the ley line. The rush of energy gave the illusion of an invisible river trying to pull us through the tunnel and out into some sort of subterranean sea.

I did not need to summon light. Crystals set in the walls ages ago still glowed in a rainbow of gentle colors, bathing the whole place in soft, ambient illumination. The tunnel was ancient, worn, chilly, and damp. Water was always ready to condense into half frozen dew the instant anyone exhaled a breath.

The tunnel was wide enough for two, maybe three average sized people to walk through shoulder to shoulder, and maybe eight feet high. An uncountable number of bas-relief carvings lined the stone walls. Supposedly, they were renditions of scenes of what were historical high points of the White Council. Given my GED level education and general lack of interest in White Council history, I didn't recognize most of the people in the carvings, which didn't provide a lot of context for the crudely drawn cast of thousands. But those that weren't historical carvings were wards, seriously heavy-duty ones at that with enough power to make me walk through the halls with more than a touch of caution.

The entry tunnel from the Nevernever sloped gently downward for more than a quarter mile. Metal gates were spaced every couple hundred yards, each manned by a warden and backed up by a pair of Ancient Mai's temple-dog statues.

The things were three feet high at the shoulders, and wouldn't look out of place in a Godzilla movie. They looked like innocent blocky figures of stone meant more for intimidation or decoration, but I knew better, and should have thought ahead.

When we passed through the first gate, both temple-god statues sprung to life, shaking out their stony manes and cutting us off. The growls they made sounded more like rockslides than anything a canine would emit. Their gemstone eyes focused intently on Pyrrha.

"Stand down," Ramirez ordered the Warden in charge. She was a youngish looking woman, definitely from the new guard that had risen to challenge the Red Court during the war. She looked surprised by the temple-dogs reactions, so she obviously didn't have a lot of field experience.

She looked from them to Pyrrha, "The dogs-"

"The girl is a victim of Black Magic," Ramirez explained, "so they are likely sensing remnants of thaton her. Warden Dresden and I are taking her to the Senior Council to see if they can help resolve the issue."

"Oh, of course sir!" the Warden looked relieved, "I'll send word up the grapevine, it won't happen again."

Ramirez nodded and flashed a smile at her "See that it doesn't."

The statues relaxed and padded back to their original positions, returning to statue mode without any fuss. Pyrrha looked suitably nonplussed about the entire debacle she'd just seen. Most mortals were, though I certainly had no room to talk. Moving dog statues were out of my league too, and they'd scared the crap out of me when I was her age.

The rest of our march was uneventful, save for the polite greetings we exchanged with Wardens on guard, until we passed through the last checkpoint and entered the headquarters proper. That was when things got slightly more lively.

This would've been the part where I got out my map and started hunting down members of the Senior Council one by one. But, anticipating that the members I wanted to talk with wouldn't conveniently be in Edinburgh, I'd called ahead on the Warden channels to let them know about Pyrrha. I sometimes feel the people in charge of those lines hate me, because every time I call, things tend to go crazy.

The message had gotten through in time, and we found two members of the Senior Council waiting for us.

The first was a short, stocky man. White tufts of hair fringed his mostly bald head, and a white beard covered his mouth and jowls, stopping just at the base of his neck. His skin was hard and leathery from days working on his ranch, and coupled with his denim overalls and t-shirt, he looked like Merlin gone hillbilly. Even his staff was a gnarled piece of wood that was as rugged and aged as he was.

The second was a tall, lean man, his long hair was grey-white, with a few threads of black in it. His leathery skin was the ruddy bronze of a Native American complexion exposed to plenty of sunshine, and his eyes were dark and glittering beneath white brows. Today he was wearing faded blue jeans, moccasins boots, and an AC/DC T-shirt. A fringed leather bag hung from a belt running across his back.

They greeted us together, even as the short man stepped towards me first. He clasped my hand tight, and spoke in a thick southern accent, "It's good seein ya again, Hoss. Surprised you wound up coming here instead of us coming to you for once. The girl with you?"

I nodded and stepped to the side, "Pyrrha Nikos, this is Ebenezar McCoy, my former mentor and a member of the Senior Council."

A touch of warmth returned to Pyrrha's features, and she extended her hand. Ebenezar took it without hesitation, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. Harry has done so much for me in the past few days."

"I bet he has," Ebenezar said. He shook his hand when Pyrrha released, raising a brow, "That's a mighty strong grip you've got there miss."

"Sorry, I'm nervous."

McCoy grinned, "D'ah, don't worry about it. From what I understand, you've been through Hell and back."

"Mind magic is often very stressful for the victim to deal with," his companion agreed.

"Listens-to-Wind, Pyrrha," I said quickly.

They shook hands as well, though Listens-to-Wind (Or Injun Joe, as Ebenezar called him) wore a more somber expression, "We shall do all that we can to help you, Miss Nikos, and see justice is delivered to the one responsible.. Once Warden Dresden has found the culprit, that is."

"One thing at a time," I said, and then looked around. "So is it just you two, or…? I mean, no offense, but I thought more of the Senior Council might be here."

Once again, my former mentor smirked, "Ah, well, see Hoss, the Merlin and Ancient Mai were gonna be here too, but some unfortunate business involving the Fomor popped up a few hours ago all the way in Italy of all places, so they left with a number of Wardens to handle it."

The Merlin and Ancient Mai were two of the oldest members of the Senior Council, and the Merlin was its leader. He wasn't actually The Merlin. It was an elected position within the White Council. His name was actually Arthur Langtry, and he had been out to get my goat for a long while. So had Ancient Mai, though she was at least more reasonable about it. With them gone, this entire trip just got a lot easier.

Though they weren't the only irritants on the Council. I looked around for a moment before asking, "If they're out though, then where's Cristos?"

"An unfortunate case of Dysentery," Listens-to-Wind said. "He's bedridden at the moment, though he should be recovered within the next week or so."

I glanced at Ebenezar. He smiled innocently in return.

"Right. That explains where those two are, but what about the Gatekeeper? He's the Psychomancy expert."

Ebenezar scratched at his beard, "Ah, well you know how Rashid can be. If he's gotten your message, he might just be too busy to make an appearance, Hoss."

"Not at the expense of one afflicted by Black Magic, Wizard McCoy." a deep rich voice said.

We all did a double take at the figure who had seemingly appeared from nowhere to stand beside us. He was dressed in a dark purple cloak, and a purple stole, a mark of the Senior Council, was draped around his neck. His staff was nearly as tall as he was and made of a very dark wood I didn't recognize. He was very, very tall, one of the few mortals I've met who was taller than me. The hood of his cloak hid most of his face, but I could see the gleam of steel where one of his eyes should be.

"Well speak of the devil," I said.

The tall man glanced at me, "Warden Dresden." he greeted.

"Rashid," I replied, bowing my head slightly.

Rashid, or the Gatekeeper as most of the Council called him, was the final member of the Council. Of them all, he was by far the most mysterious, appearing in the Council once in a full moon, and rarely speaking when he did so. I honestly had hoped he would show up though. From the little I knew of the Gatekeeper, he was a very good, if busy, man. He would help Pyrrha, if he wasn't busy Gatekeeping.

The Gatekeeper flashed a very brief smile at me, and greeted his companions on the Senior Council, and briefly stopped at Carlos. "I do hope you've been behaving yourself, Warden Ramirez."

"Now why wouldn't I, sir?" Ramirez grinned.

"Hmph," The Gatekeeper grunted and finally looked at the elephant in the room. Pyrrha seemed talented in vanishing from a conversation when she wasn't being directly acknowledged. Probably a side effect of not having a compulsion to be the center of the universe.

She forced a smile, and followed my example by bowing her head, "Hello, sir."

The Gatekeeper tapped his staff on the ground once, and said, "Hello to you as well, Miss Nikos. If you would follow me, I will see what I can do for your...affliction."

Pyrrha blinked, "Just...like that?"

Rashid started walking, "Indeed. Come along, child, I have very little time to spare. Wizard Listens-To-Wind, your assistance would be appreciated."

Injun Joe nodded to the rest of us, and followed Rashid. Pyrrha looked torn, watching the two leave, then looking back at me. She had lost puppy-dog eyes. I smiled and said, "It'll be alright kid. He'll help you the best he can."

I saw a bit of her confidence return. Pyrrha straightened her back, nodded, and followed the two Senior Council members down the corridor. I watched them go with more than a bit of worry. Rashid was decent with mind magic, but any practice in the art walked a dangerous line that risked breaking one of the Seven Laws. He might be able to help Pyrrha, but if the enchantment was good enough, than this whole trip would be for nothing.

Nothing I could do about it at the moment though. I sighed and looked back at Ramirez and Ebenezar. Ramirez was still looking down the hall and said, "You know Harry, I'm starting to wonder how you are friends with so many attractive women."

"Seventeen Carlos," I reminded him, before turning to my former mentor.

Unlike Carlos, Ebenezar had a far more thoughtful expression on my face. He'd obviously already started putting details together. I never could get anything past the old man.

"You two follow me," he ordered, sternly, and set off at a brisk walk down the hall.

I should've realized I wasn't as clever as I thought I was when Ebenezar and Listens-to-Wind had met us at the entrance to headquarters. Even with my reputation, or rather, especially with my reputation, the Senior Council is not that casual about meeting with anyone. That should've been my first hint.

The second was when Ebenezar ushered us into his personal study and locked the door behind us. His study is big and homy, with rows and rows of bookshelves lining the walls. Behind his desk, was another row of neatly arranged leather bound journals. I knew each detailed the life and times of Ebenezar's mentor, his mentor's mentor, and so on and so forth, all the way down to pre-Council times. Those ones looked like they'd fall apart at an errant breeze, let alone if they were read.

I looked back over my shoulder at Ebenezar as he locked the door. Once the tumblers clicked shut, he turned around and said, "Alright, Hoss. What's the deal with this girl?"

I grimaced, "That bad huh?"

"Hoss, you ain't ever been a good liar." Ebenezar said. "I knew something was up the moment you called the Council for help. Once I met the girl, I could feel something resembling the Gift, but… different. Something I ain't ever felt before."

"You noticed something was off too?" Ramirez asked, before hastily adding a "sir" to his question.

"She ain't a vanilla mortal, that's for sure."

Ramirez snickered, "One way of putting it. Her eyes are a dead giveaway too. I've heard of emerald-eyed redheads, but I've never met one who had a glowing set."

They both looked at me, and I felt very on the spot. Which was probably the point, but still, I'd hoped to get Pyrrha in and out without telling the Council anything more than necessary. I wanted to get a full idea of what I was going up against before they decided to stick their noses into it. Still, if it was a choice between being interrogated by the Merlin, and sharing information with fellow conspirators, I'd go for the latter option in a heartbeat.

So, I took a deep breath, and said, "You'll need to sit down for this. It's a bit of a long story."

Ebenezar grabbed one of his chairs from in front of his desk and took a seat, Carlos leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and I leaned against the heavy oak desk, setting my staff beside me.

From there, I explained everything that had happened over the past two days. Rescuing Pyrrha, nursing her back to health, learning about her world and the Grimm, discovering the threat they possessed, and that they'd been invading for months. I left out the bit where Pyrrha was tricked into using me and my friends as a personal punching bag, because hey, a guy needs to preserve some measure of dignity.

As the explanation went on, I saw Ramirez and Ebenezar go from quiet listeners, to quirked curiosity, to shock, and then back again. At least they had the decency to let me finish explaining though.

"And that's all we know," I finished.

Ramirez let out a low whistle, "So she's out of this world huh? I knew it."

I ignored him and looked at my former mentor. Ebenezar was pinching the bridge of his nose and clenching his eyes tight, a standard expression around me. "Hoss, can you go one year without some sort of city or world destroying threat falling into your lap?"

"I've tried sir, but what can I say, I'm a popular guy."

Ebenezar released his nose and sighed, "So I've noticed. What's your plan now?"

"If the Gatekeeper can clear the block on Pyrrha's memories, I'm hoping that what she remembers can shed some light on this whole situation. I'd like to know who sent her here, and why?"

"Could it have been one of the Fae?" Ramirez asked.

I shook my head, "I thought about it, but Fae Queens have more important things to do than send a teenager my way. If I had to guess, it was either someone from her end, or...them."

They knew who I meant. Over the years, a pattern emerged from behind most of my cases. Odd events happening in close proximity to one another, people getting access to things they shouldn't have. Individually, they would just be oddities, but considered together, occurring regularly - that suggested a group of individuals working behind the scenes towards...something. I'd met one of their likely members close to a decade back, a mean son of a bitch who called himself Cowl. He and his other Ringwraith rip-offs were part of what I had dubbed the 'Black Council'. Wizards that were causing chaos and opposing the White Council at every turn. I believed they were responsible for the appearance of several warlocks, and the war between the Council and Red Court of Vampires. Others on the Council agreed with me, but the Merlin was not one of them.

As a result, a few of us talked about it mostly in hush-hush secret, and formed our own little group, the Grey Council, to combat the Black Council. We hadn't seen much action yet, but Ebenezar and Ramirez were both part of it, and knew what I was talking about when I mentioned 'them'.

"So you think the B.C sent a voluptuous redhead your way?" Ramirez asked.

I rolled my eyes, "No, but I think they're involved with the Grimm, and someone knows about it. I don't know who, but they have to have power to spare to open a portal between worlds and pluck out a single individual before doing at least a partial mind wipe on them."

"You're forgetting that Roman fellow," Ebenezar reminded me. "What's his stake in all this, and why did someone bring him here in the first place?"

"Good question," I said, "Best answer I have is those Blackstones I mentioned. But they're pretty much indecipherable, and I didn't think bringing it here would be very smart."

Ebenezar scowled, "Damn it, there are too many unknowns. You sure there's nothing else you can tell us, Hoss?"

"None I can think of," I admitted. "It's only been a day. When Pyrrha is done with her treatment, we'll see if she can add anything to it."

I looked over my shoulder, "Would that be enough to satisfy you, Merlin?"

The chair behind his desk shimmered, and a man appeared in it. He was the picture of a stereotypical wizard. Long silver hair and matching beard, tall and broad shouldered physique, and dressed in a long blue robe with a purple stole around his neck. His elegant white wood staff was held lightly in his hand.

Arthur Langtry, The Merlin and leader of the White Council, master of wards had been sitting in on us the entire time. Carlos cursed and stood straight up, while Ebenezar sighed and shook his head at me. "You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you Hoss?"

"Sorry sir, I figured something was up when you didn't sit behind your desk. I felt the veil a moment later." I smirked at the Merlin. "You're getting sloppy in your old age."

The Merlin rose from the chair, smoothing his robes with one hand as he did. Once he stood at his full height, he sent me a level look, "You're not half as clever as you think you are, Warden Dresden."

I shrugged, "Maybe, but I know a veil when I feel it. My apprentice was a master of them, I picked up some tricks."

"Ah yes, your apprentice, the new Winter Lady." The Merlin said. His voice was low and reserved. "How is Miss Carpenter these days?"

"Alive and well, last I talked to her. Any particular reason for the theatrics?"

The Merlin casually waved a hand through the air, "A precaution. Events have been tense these past few months. The Supernatural community has grown unnaturally quiet, even the Fae. Given your… relationship with The Queen of Air and Darkness, we were unsure of how you would interact with us. You coming to the Council for help at all was exceptionally surprising."

"So you decided to personally listen in on us?" I asked, and sent Ebenezar a look.

My mentor shook his head, "I didn't know anything about it Hoss. Last I saw, he was on his way South."

"Ancient Mai and I decided that this would be a better course of action," the Merlin said simply. "And it certainly has been enlightening. A potential invasion from another world is certainly something that would have the eye of the Fae."

"Right, right," I said, "We know that. But now that we all know that, what do you plan on doing with that information?"

The Merlin lifted his nose slightly, "We will prepare, of course. You've shown yourself more than capable of solving situations this… unique, Dresden. And if our enemy, whoever they may be, were made aware of the Council's involvement in this affair, it could accelerate their plans. So, as of the moment, you will be allowed freedom to move and act. Unofficially, of course."

I stared at the Merlin. I don't think my jaw was on the floor, but it wouldn't have surprised me. That was… probably one of the most reasonable statement I had heard from the Merlin in my life.

"That's… maybe the first time I think you've actually been… helpful. Like, at all."

He looked like he had swallowed something bitter, "Yes, I know. Several years ago, I'd never have agreed to such an idea, but you have proven yourself… quite capable, on your own. So the Council shall prepare, Dresden. Another war is the last thing that we want, but if an invasion is forming, even one from a foe we may have no need to fear, than the Council must be prepared this time. I shall not allow a second Archangel."

The first battle during the war with the Red Court, was an assault on a White Council compound called Archangel where the Councils 'Brute Squad' trained and prepared itself. A Senior Council member, Simon Pietrovich, was killed in the assault, and his Death Curse wiped the place off the face of the Earth. It had been a dark day for the Council, and had only been a taste of the war to come.

If the Merlin was willing to prepare and take a hard line to prevent another catastrophe like that, then I wasn't going to question it. "So I'm you're wetworks agent then."

The Merlin nodded, "Essentially, yes. Make no mistake Dresden, this is done out of necessity. The Council is split by the void the Red Court's destruction has caused, and the many supernatural factions attempting to fill it. Your actions have caused quite a large number of headaches around here."

"So in other words," I summed up, "Either I stop a possible invasion and save the world, or I die trying and lift one more long term headache while letting the Council have a threat to rally against, again."

He made no attempt to deny it, I'll give him that. The Merlin said, "You are correct. Though if past experience is anything to learn from, than the former is a far more likely outcome."

I smirked, "Then you're more confident about this than I am."

There was a knock on the door. All four of us turned towards it at once. Ramirez slowly stood up, and looked out the peephole Ebenezar had built in. He looked back at all of us with a surprised look on his face, "It's the Gatekeeper."

I blinked in surprise, "Already? But it's only been…" I quickly glanced at the old grandfather clock in the corner of the room. "Huh, forty-five minutes. We are slow talkers."

Ebenezar shuffled past me and Ramirez and opened the door. The Gatekeeper did not enter. Beneath his hood I could see that his skin was a shade paler than usual, and he was a little lighter on his feet than usual.

"Rashid, how's the patient?" Ebenezar asked.

The Gatekeeper looked past him at the Merlin for a moment, then looked at me and said, his voice low, "Dresden, she is okay. But your presence would be appreciated."

I started moving before he finished talking, "How is she really?"

Rashid and I left the study behind. I wasn't sure if the others followed, but assumed they did. The Gatekeeper looked ahead and spoke, "The enchantments on her mind were very...complex. An attempt to remove them would require a knowledge of Psychomancy impossible for me to achieve without violating one of the Laws."

I frowned, that wasn't good. "So you couldn't undo any of it?"

He looked at me with a tired smile, "I did not say that. I skimmed the surface of the corruption in her mind, returning some of her memories. She did… not appreciate their return."

An involuntary shudder shook my frame. I've been on the receiving end of mind magic before, and it is never fun to recover from. The very idea that another living being has violated you on the most infinite level possible is enough to throw your brain into circles of panic, and that's just from a quick peek. When they actively try to block memories or habits, the mind tries to undo the damage.

Sometimes it succeeds, but other times the mind fractures in the attempt. I knew two kids, good kids that had run into a bad crowd. Their friend, my former apprentice, had decided to use her mind magic to try and steer them back onto a better path. Last I heard, the boy was still locked away in a mental hospital as a paranoid wreck.

I stopped in my tracks, and the Gatekeeper turned with a raised brow. I tapped my staff against the floor, and said, "How bad is it?"

He nodded, understanding, and said, "The touch and process was more damaging than the memories themselves. Their content has disturbed her, but I do not believe it is the root of her… troubles. Simply experiencing Psychomancy again has caused her pain."

"So...magical PTSD?" I asked.

"In a laymans terms, that would be… sufficient."

I nodded, "Alright, I understand. Take me to her, I'll see what I can do."

It took only a minute or two to reach where they had treated Pyrrha. I had never been to this part of the HQ, but there were so many tunnels under Edinburgh and I spent so little time there that this was hardly a surprise. The room itself was a simple stone structure, with a large stone slab in the center. There were several steel carts arrayed around it, where medical instruments and magical foci alike shared places of equal value. The trays all looked warped and uneven.

Sitting on the slab was Pyrrha, which explained the trays. She was rubbing one of her arms and hanging her head, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. It didn't look like she'd had a panic attack, she just looked… Shocked. That was really the only word to describe her demeanor. Whatever the Gatekeeper had unlocked, she clearly hadn't been expecting it.

Injun Joe was carefully gathering equipment and giving Pyrrha a very wide berth. When he saw us, he just glanced at Pyrrha before returning to his duties.

I walked over to the girl and leaned forward. "Hey kid, how'd it go?"

Pyrrha looked up at the sound of my voice, and looked relieved when she saw me. "Harry… You're here."

"Well yeah. Told you it'd be alright."

She shuddered and hugged herself, "I don't think anything could've prepared me for...that. He tried to be careful, but it… it just felt so wrong."

I sat down on the slab next to her, setting my staff next to me, and sighed, "Yeah, there's a reason we take a harsh stance on it. If you need time to recover-"

She shook her head, "I don't have time to sit down Harry. I remember why Ozpin called me into his office now, what he wanted to tell me about."

That was news. Her mystery headmaster was the last lead we had from her world. If she remembered what he had told her, it might tell us exactly what she'd learned. Pyrrha shuddered again; bringing up the memory, even with the block partially removed, had to be painful. Recovering from stuff like that just wasn't easy.

"He told me about the Maidens. They're real. All of them."

"Oh," I nodded slowly, taking in the grave tone of her voice, the gravity of her words…

Then I said, "So, um, care to explain?"

A/N: Apologies for such a late posting and missing several dates. But I have good reasons for it!

Recently, I've begun re-posting Remnant on two forums, Spacebattles and Sufficient Velocity. As a result, I've recieved more constructive criticism from the users there and have begun to edit and rewrite the series. Plot holes, pacing problems and grammar issues are being resolved and fixed to make an ultimately better story. What I post here on FFN will always be new content, but as a result, it will lack the more finished quality that is on the other two sites. If you want to see the changes, contact me via PM and I will send the web address to each.

As a result of this and the upcoming semester of College, my postings will become more infrequent. I can guarantee at least one new chapter a week on any of my scheduled days, but any more is pushing it at best. I apologize for this, but it is the result of trying for better content, instead of quantity of content.

All that said though, lets get some quick questions out of the way.

Kyugan asks: Magic potential eh, that a reference to the fact she was almost a Maiden or she actually has her own innate potential?

No, its a reference to how, due to her Aura, wizards are having a hard time telling them apart. There is a difference that Harry will discover eventually, but to the average person with a lick of Talent, they'll just see her Aura as an odd variant of the Gift

Cowslayer asks: Now, I forgot to ask last time but, is Pyrrha or any of the other Huntsmen and Huntresses in Remnant capable of using Soulfire?

Far as I know in the series, any human in the Dresdenverse can use it. I can't see why someone from Remnant would be any different.

Those were the only two questions via the reviews, but don't be afraid to leave more, or head over to Spacebattles/SufficentVelocity (Shameless plugging for the win!) to ask me, as I can give you a personal answer quicker there than whenever I churn one of these bad boys out.

Thats all for tonight though folks. See you next time, Ta-ta for now!