Luke's grand adventure

Chapter two: we are so lost it's not funny.

Luke came back into the world slowly. Drifting up towards consciousness on a stream of disjointed thoughts, he slowly became aware of what his body was feeling. His first coherent thought was to wonder if the land-ship had been dropped on him or simply run him over. Every inch of his body was sore, the kind of deep muscle soreness he would get in his arms after training, but all over.

Luke knew from experience that if he just sat himself up. Forced himself to make those first painful motions, he could work the soreness away. At the moment, however it seemed much more enjoyably just to lay here. Now that he thought about it the grass he was on was extremely comfortable. Luke was about to fall asleep again when some one called his name.

"Luke" that voice sounded familiar, " Wake up Luke." Luke sat up and opened his eyes… only to find a pair of ice-blue eyes starring at him from gust over a foot away. With a startled shout, he pushed himself away. "Oh, good, you're okay." She looked familiar too.

"Where are we?" Luke asked, looking around.

"I'm not sure" came the girl's answer. She went on to say something about the planet storm but Luke wasn't really paying attention. He had never seen anything like the sweeping, grass-filled valley he was standing in. of course, he realized, that didn't count for much seeing how he had never been outside the manor. His brain stopped working momentarily as it tried to comprehend the fact that, he, Luke was not in the manor.

As the reality that he was, finally, outside his gilded cage sunk in Luke felt a sense of elation. One that was suddenly and violently squashed as he remembered the events that led up to his (rather painful) escape.

Luke spun back around to face his companion. "Wait, that's right!" he practically flew to his feet. "You tried to kill Master Van!" Luke punctuated his sentence by jabbing and accusatory finger at her.

"oww!" that last came half way between a shout and a whimper as his aching body protested the sudden movement.

"Stop!" the girl reached out to help him back to the ground. "You shouldn't try to move so suddenly." She admonished, and then, "are you injured? Where does it hurt?" now Luke was confused. Why in the seven stones would an assassin care if he was hurt?

Luke pushed away from her and forced himself back to his feet confused and slightly embarrassed at being fussed over.

"I-I'm fine." He shook his head trying to figure out what was going on, "who are you?" a pause "and what the hell was that light? What happened?" the girl didn't miss a beat.

"I'm Tear. It would seem that a hyper-resonance occurred between us."

"A hyper-resonance!?" It came out more exclamation than question but tear felt the need to elaborate anyway.

"An isofon-induced resonance." She explained, "I was careless. I didn't expect you to be a seventh fonist too." As Tear talked she leaned towards Luke, as if trying to get a better look at him. Luke, in return, leaned back, trying desperately to regain his personal space.

"that would explain why the royal family is protecting you."

Luke stumbled backward a few steps as he was forced to lean just a little too far, and took a moment to regain his balance before responding.

"Or at least it would if I was a seventh fonist, which as far as I know I'm not."

Tear shrugged, bluntly ignoring the red head's sarcasm. "It could be that you simply haven't discovered your talent yet. I find it surprising that a member of the royal family would go untested for so long." she turned to look up the valley and for the first time Luke noticed a trail leading away from where they stood.

"In any case we should try to get moving, we won't get anywhere if we gust stand here." Luke looked around.

"Yeah, but where?" We don't even know were we are."

"I'll escort you back to your manor in Batical."

"NO!" Tear tuned back in surprise and gave him an odd look. "I mean… that isn't really necessary. Besides even if you did help me get back there won't exactly be a warm welcome for you, not after how we left." Tear seemed to think about this, then nodded slowly.

"Yes that's most likely true, but it's my fault that you were taken from your home, I have to take responsibility for my mistakes."

Luke wasn't sure how to tell Tear he really didn't want to go back. She was willing to put herself in an extremely awkward situation by helping him back to the manor, and well… with all she was doing for him it felt wrong to tell her.

"But what if I don't want to go back?" it came out as a whisper, not meant to be heard, and then louder, "how are we going to get back if we don't know where we are?"

"Stop and listen." Tear replied. Luke did, and the faint sound of running water reached his ears. "Hear that?" at his nod she continued, "It's a river." Luke just looked at her, and then made an overly rapid looping motion with his hands in hopes of getting her to continue.

Surprisingly, it worked, and with a resigned sigh, she begin again.

"If we follow the river eventually it will either cross a road or flow into the ocean." She looked strongly pleased with herself as she said it and Luke couldn't help but wonder if she enjoyed explaining things, "when that happens we follow either the road or coastline until we reach a city. Then we should be able to figure out where we are."

"Is that how it works?" that plan sounded like it had a few holes in it to Luke but who was he to comment? He had never been out side before so what did he know? "Well then after you." He said, gesturing for Tear to lead the way.

It wasn't a bad night for a walk, the air was cool, with a light breeze. The nearly full moon made it easy to see where they where going. All that along with the almost musical sounds of the river made for a beautiful setting. The kind of thing Luke had always imagined lay out side of the manor. To bad for him, he was too lost in thought to really appreciate it.

Luke followed a few steps behind Tear as they walked, his eyes fixed on her back. He wasn't sure how he felt about the would-be assassin. On one hand, she had, even if it was an accident helped Luke escape the manor. On the other, she had tried to kill Master Van.

She had tried to kill the man Luke saw as a father, but Luke found he couldn't hate her for it. After all if she hadn't he would still be locked up in the manor.

As he walked, he found himself wondering why Tear had wanted to kill Van in the first place. He was just about to ask when the girl in question held up a hand, signaling a stop. Luke looked around but couldn't find anything.

"What is it?" Tear's response was short and not very helpful, but it did put Luke instantly on his guard.

"Monsters…" suddenly the forest valley didn't seem so inviting. The cool air now felt clammy, the soothing breeze became something breathing down the back of his neck, and the moon light that and so lovingly lit there path now cast shadows which could hide any sort of abomination.

Luke drew his bokkun and nervously began scanning the surrounding bushes. He didn't have to wait long. there was a rustle up ahead and Tear let out a warning shout.

"here they come!" and come they did, or rather it did. A large creature looking like a cross between a boar and a rhino charged out onto the path just feet from where Tear was standing. The brunet managed to jump aside in time but that left the pig-thing with a straight shot at Luke.

"Ahhhhh!" with a panicked shout Luke lashed out with his bokkun. The charging monster couldn't quite turn in time and the blunted training sword came down hard on its left flank and sent it rolling away.

Angry now the beast shoved to its feet and charged Luke again. When it was about half way to him there was a flash of light and a sickening whet crunch as a hooked blade scythed its way into the top of the monsters skull with enough force to send fragments of bone and brain flying. The pig-thing's momentum kept it going even as its legs gave way, sending it sliding forward along the ground in a sort of tumble.

In its anger at Luke the monster had forgotten about Tear and, because of that, it had died.

((AN: holy cheesecake! did I actually just write that? A bloody, dramatic death for the weakest monster in the game? If my fight scenes are like this, should this be m?))

Luke looked on in shock as Tear freed her stave from the creature's skull with a yank that made yet another unpleasant noise. She looked over her shoulder at the young noble.

"Are you alright?" Luke could only nod, but the spell holding his feet was gone, and he moved to join her next to the remains. He was still rather unnerved by the whole experience. He took a moment to look at the monster's remains. Now that he wasn't in a fight for his life he thought he recognized it from one of the books Natalia would bring him, but for the life of him he couldn't remember the name, So he decided to ask Tear.

"hey what is this monster called anyway?" she looked up at him.

"Fluffy" she had said it with a cheerful smile that looked out of place on her normally stoic face. Luke just stared at her hoping she was joking.

"What?" she asked when she caught his stare, "I thought it looked cute!"

"You named the monster." Luke deadpanned. Tear seemed to be put off by that.

"Is there something wrong with that?" she tilted her head to the side as she said it giving her a cute, confused expression.

"…and then you killed it." Luke said. Tear blinked at him.

"Yes, that's what you're supposed to do to monsters your fighting." She said it in such a mater of fact way that Luke couldn't help but laugh. "What?" Tear asked indignantly.

It just made Luke laugh harder, and as he laughed, he couldn't help but feel grateful towards the girl. With out even trying she had broken the tension and suddenly the monsters didn't seem so frightening.

------Luke---------

forty minutes and seven fights later Luke definitely wasn't afraid of monsters. He was downright annoyed with them. He was busy scraping the romance of the last monster of his bokkon (this one had looked like a blue turnip with legs.) when he remembered the question he had wanted to ask Tear.

They had finally reached the river and had decided to take a brake. Tear was sitting on a large rock next to the riverbank, feet dangling over the water. She looked up as Luke sat down beside her.

Luke sat there for a moment trying to decide how to fraise the question.

"Are you going to tell me why you planed on killing Master Van or anything?" Tear sighed in response and looked back out over the water.

"Not really, my reasons are my own and I doubt you'd understand them if I told you" she gave him a nervous glance and pressed on. "I don't think you're incapable of understanding, but I'm not sure if my reasons would make since to you."

Luke leaned back, propping himself up on his hands. "I get what you're saying," he shook his head. "It's just…" he paused looking for the words, "Well you don't seem like a bad person to me... but you show up at the manor and attack Master Van." Another pause, this time filled by his sitting up again.

"I guess I'm just not sure what to think about it." Tear tilted her head to the side so she was looking over her shoulder at him, and met his eyes.

"I don't intend to harm you if that's what you mean." Luke smirked at that.

"No I pretty much figured that out after the third time you used first aid on me. I just want to know why anyone would want to kill Master Van." Tear stood abruptly as he finished speaking, and for a moment, Luke was worried that he had pushed to far.

"We should move on. If we stay to long in one place we'll attract monsters. We can talk more about this later." And with that she started walking. Luke rose with a slowness born of disappointment and followed after.

He had meant what he had said. People didn't try to assassinate other people without a good reason or at least Luke didn't think they did. He hadn't known Tear for long but the impression he had got from her was that of a well meaning if slightly stoic, person.

For some one like her to want to assassinate van, she must have been absolutely sure it was the right thing to do. That scared Luke, the kindly Commandant had practically raised Luke since his kidnapping and Luke had thought of him as the example of honor and integrity. If Van had done something so horrible that Tear wanted him dead for it… how much did Luke know about the man, really?

He didn't want to believe Master Van would do something like that. He also couldn't imagine the girl he had fought alongside and laughed with, the girl who had healed his injuries at the end of each fight as the type of person to go around killing innocent men because she felt like it.

From out of the branches above the path, another of the turnips jumped at Luke, who lashed out and knocked it out the air.

"There's more than one of them!"

Luke didn't really care how many of them there where. For the first time that night, he was happy to see monsters. They helped him keep his mind of Master Van.

-----later------

Luke poured the gald into the hidden pocket in his coat lining, and then dropped the wooden box back to the ground before sending an inquisitive glance at Tear.

"Why in the world is there a chest lying around anyway?" Tear finished reorganizing her item pocket before responding.

"I honestly don't know. Perhaps someone dropped it after being attacked by monsters." Luke looked around for another chest. When one failed to materialize the duo moved on, still talking.

"Yeah?, but who drags a heavy wooden box through a forest full of monsters?" suddenly a thought struck him. "You don't suppose the monsters use chests, do you?" Tear gave him an odd look and was about to reply when a noise drew there attention to the path ahead of them.

As the sounds drew closer Luke moved a hand on the hilt of his bokkun ready to strike down whatever monster came charging out. However what came round the bend was no monster it was a man carrying a bucket.

"UAHH!"

Make that a man who had dropped his bucket. He seemed rather more afraid of Luke and Tear then he reasonably should be.

"D-don't tell me your with the Dark Wings!" Luke and tear exchanged a look at that and Luke shrugged. It was Tear asked.

"The Dark Wings?"

"They're bandits. Two men and a woman" The man looked at Tear, then at Luke, and then back to tear again before repeating the process, buy the time he had finished most of the fear had left his eyes. "Wait there's only two of you."

((an: I would love to have a joke about his needing several minutes to count to two but couldn't figure out how to do it.))

Luke snorted, "hey now, don't go comparing me to some lowlife bandit!"

"Yes, you might upset the bandit." Tear's words had flowed so naturally into the conversation that it took Luke a moment to realize what she had said.

"HEY!" Luke spun to face her so fast that he almost lost his balance.

Then he blinked in surprise.

"Did you just make a joke?" Tear ignored him when the two of them realized that the man had picked up his bucket and was now slowly edging back the way he had come.

"Don't worry we're travelers not bandits." The man visibly relaxed at that, and Tear continued. "we lost our way and wound up here. What about you why are you here?"

"I'm a coachman" the man replied, "one of the wheels on my coach started acting up, because of that we lost our drinking water when the jug fell off." He held up the bucket, "so I came here to get some more."

"A coach! Perfect!" Luke couldn't help but smile, that was a lucky brake, even if a coach would get them back to Batical faster. Luke had never walked this far in his life and his feet hurt.

"Do you go to the capital?" apparently Tear had the same idea he did.

The coachman nodded, "yeah that's my last stop."

"Let's hitch a ride!" Luke sent a pleading look at Tear, "my feet are killing me."

"That's a good idea, we don't know this area very well." She turned to the coachman, "would that be alright with you?"

The coachman's eyes lit up as the words left Tear's mouth, and she didn't like the look of the sly grin that etched itself onto his face. Tear knew that look. It was a type of look that only merchants could give. Merchants that knew they had something you wanted and were planning on milking you for all you were worth, and then taking an arm and a leg.

Or both legs. It depended on what had the higher resell value really.

The point was, as soon as Tear saw that look she knew the coach to Batical was going to coast them dearly.

"To the capital? hmm." The man pretended to be doing some quick math in his head, Tear didn't buy it for a minute. "it'll be 12,000 Gald a piece. You got enough on you?"

"that's expensive…" tear decided to try and haggle him down a bit only to have that idea blown out of the water by her redheaded companion.

"Really? Sounds cheap to me." The noble boy put a hand on his hip in a gesture that came off as somewhat arrogant. "my father will take care of it when we reach the capital." The coachman promptly turned down the offer, as Tear knew he would.

It took all her self-restraint to stop from berating Luke for ruining her attempt at lowering the price. It wouldn't be fair to expect someone who had lived like him to understand how things like this worked. There was no use for it she would just have to pay for there ride with her mothers pendant. She was about to reach for it when a voice stopped her.

"Here, this should cover it." She looked up to see Luke holding up a rather ornate golden pocket-watch, a rather large ruby embedded in the cover. For some reason Tear felt uncomfortable with this, she had stolen Luke from his home and now Luke was paying for their ride back but before she could say anything though the coachman had already plucked it from Luke's hand.

"Wow, this is some watch. All right, hop aboard." And with that they where off.

-----still later-----

Luke watched as the landscape slid by. He had been staring out the coach window for hours trying to focus on the scenery. It was hard sense his mind was elsewhere and it didn't help that he hadn't had any sleep. He kept replaying the conversation with Tear last night in his head.

Almost as soon as the cart had started, forward Tear had jumped down his throat about paying with the watch. Luke had tried to explain that it was the only way to pay the price of getting to Batical.

Tear had told him that the watch had been worth easily three times what the coachman had asked for. He had tried to explain how it had been a gift from a visiting lord he had never actually met and wasn't really important to him.

For some reason that had just made Tear more upset with him. In the end they had just stopped talking to each other and Tear had fallen asleep, leaving him to brood. He hadn't been able to sleep after that and had eventually resorted an attempt to see as much of the world as possible before he went home.

Across the table from him came movement and a moment later Tear sat up.

"So you're up huh?" despite his tone Luke was glad she was awake. He had felt after there argument last night and wanted to make things right again, but he wasn't sure how. His conscious told him to suck it up and apologies but he didn't even know what he had done to upset her.

They both sat there in an uncomfortable silence. Neither quite able to meat the others eyes, until finally…

"I'm sorry." Suddenly there eyes met, both with slightly shocked expressions. They had said that at the same time. Luke was going to say something but bit down on it when Tear started first.

"it was hypocritical of me to reprimand you for paying with something so valuable when I was about to do the same." Luke smiled softly at her overly formal way of talking; a Tear who talked like everyone else, he decided, would be to strange.

"Don't worry about it. Like I said that watch didn't mean anything to me, its better this way then to have you pay for a trip I don't even want to make." Luke flinched, that last part had slipped out unintentionally.

Tear's eyes narrowed "what do you mean by that?" Luke fidgeted uncomfortably as she said it.

"I…well…" Suddenly he couldn't seem to figure out exactly what he wanted to say, he felt extremely nervous, he didn't want to lose tear as a friend. Luke decided to try and make her see what he was feeling.

"Imagine… just for a minute, that you're the only chilled of an extremely well off Chesidonian merchant. Now imagine that you have over protective parents, that for as long as you can remember everyone around you treated you like you where a porcelain doll." Luke met Tear's ice blue eyes for the first time since he had started his little speech.

"you've never been allowed to leave your family mansion. You've never even seen your front yard, and then one day you somehow find yourself out side miles and miles away from your home. You have a chance to see the world you've always dreamed about. How would you feel about going home?"

Tear's eyes had softened sometime during his rant and he hadn't noticed. Her head was tilted to the side in a way that Luke had come to realize meant she was curious about something. "So you don't want to go home?"

"Of course not!" Luke half yelled, then in a quiet almost ashamed voice. "But… but there are people who care for me back home, Mothers probably worried sick, it wouldn't be right to just leave them!"

By the time he had reached that last part his voice was firm. It felt good to say that. He had been arguing with himself sense waking up in that clearing about what he should do, how he should feel For some reason giving voice to his feelings, trying to explain them to Tear, had crystallized his thoughts. Suddenly it wasn't so confusing any more, he knew exactly what he should do, and it felt good.

"I think I understa…!" Tear was cut off by what sounded something like thunder and for a moment, the coach was filled with red orange light.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" in an instant Luke was leaning out the window trying to figure out what had happened.

He had the feeling he would never forget what he saw for the rest of his life. It was coming toward them, almost straight on. A large metal boat was firing bolts of fonic energy at a stagecoach not unlike there own.

"Hey! That coach is under attack!" almost as soon as he said it his view was blocked by a mass of gray-brown hair. Luke panicked for a minute and then realized Tear had simply stuck her head out the window in front of him to look, and the wind was blowing her hair into his face.

"The army's chasing those bandits!" two sets of eyes turned to look up towards the top of the coach. Apparently, the Coachman had heard Luke's shouts from his place in the driver's seat. "It's those Dark Wings I mistook you for!"

Luke wondered idly if the dark wings actually existed or if the man was just paranoid. Honestly, they had been traveling for almost 7 hours, and this was at least the fifteenth time he had mentioned them.

Suddenly a loud, static laden voice filled the air. "You there! Move your coach before you get caught in the cross fire!"

It wasn't until Luke felt the coach slow to a stop and pull off the road that luke realized the voice had been talking to them. He looked back to what he now realized must have been a Land Ship. From the looks of it, it was going to pass with meters of them.

This was going to be interesting.

-------Lt. Damien Abramoff-----

Being stationed on the Tartarus was considered the fast track to success and as far as Damien could tell, it was true. Only two months after being transferred to the third division and the Tartarus he had already been promoted to bridge officer and was acting as personal assistant to the colonel himself.

It was an odd, powerful feeling, being at the controls of a dreadnought. All that power and the authority that came with it was intoxicating. He watched with a small smirk of satisfaction as the civilian Coach moved out to the Tartarus' way. Just as he had told it too.

Behind him there was the sound of the bridge door sliding open and the lieutenant crashed to attention as his commanding officer entered.

"Sir!, We are closing on the enemy vehicle at 20 knots." He sent a glance at the civilian coach. There was a passenger coach earlier but we ordered it to get clear."

"I see. Very well Abramoff, your dismissed." The colonel made a shoeing gesture with one hand as he finished his order, then turned to the rest of the bridge.

One of the gunnery officers chose that moment to speak up.

"Commander! The enemy has crossed Rotelro Bridge! They're putting gun powder on the bridge!" Damien didn't like the sound of that however the colonel sounded cool as usual.

"My, my. They intend to drop the bridge, do they?" coming from him it didn't even really sound like a question.

"Fon slot activation detected!" Another officer yelled, and yet another picked up where he left off.

"They set off fonic arts using the fifth fonon! The bridge is going to explode!"

"Tartarus, full stop. Activate fonic barrier." Even shouting that order the man didn't sound the least bit fluster, it was rather inspiring. Damian had returned to his station by now and began the process of powering the barrier.

"yes sir!, Tartarus full stop!" Damien heard the acknowledgement, and added his own a moment later when the barrier read fully charged.

Then his work done for the time being he turned to look out the front view-port. There was a bridge about to explode and if he couldn't stop it, well… he sure as hell wasn't going to miss the fireworks.

------Luke------

Luke could feel the wind from the land ship's passage, and felt that if he had wanted to he could reach out and touch it.

Luke couldn't take his eyes of the exchange between armored warship and tiny coach. It was amusing to watch in the same way that watching a man try and slice butter with a battle-axe would be fun to watch. Looking at the two it seemed like overkill in the extreme, but the man with the axe never quite got it right.

A minute later he was treated to a rather impressive explosion as the people in the coach detonated the bridge. For a moment, Luke thought the warship was going to run into the newly created ruins of the bridge. At the last second however it came to a screeching halt, an odd orange glow covering its bow.

For some reason Luke felt relived and disappointed at the same time. Pulling his head back into the cabin, he sat down with a thump.

"Whoa! That was so cool!" he blushed slightly in embarrassment as his voice rang in the sudden quiet. Fortunately the coachman seemed to agree with him.

"Wow! That's Malkuths newest land dreadnought, the Tartarus!"

so, it was called the Tartarus well it certainly was cool looking. Maybe if… suddenly Luke's train of thought hit a curve to fast, jumped the tracks, and slid down the mountain into a village killing hundreds of imaginary people.

Had he just said Malkuth's newest dreadnaught?

"Ma-malkuth?! What's the malkuth military doing way out here?" Luke stammered, already halfway into full-blown panic.

The driver didn't seem to understand why he was worried. "What do you mean? Of course they're here." The man said it as if Luke was some sort of idiot. "There's been no end to the rumors that Kimlasca's going to start a war any day now, so they've tightened security in this area."

"wait a minute. This isn't Kimlasca?" Luke felt like slapping himself. Of course!, the hyper-resonance had carried them out side Kimlascan territory. Just a moment befor he had been having a panic attack, thinking that Malkuth had invaded, or that somehow they had sent a fully armed Land ship to kidnap him again… it sounded stupid to even think that now.

The coachman laughed "what are you talking about? This is the Malkuth empire, the West Rugnica Plains."

Suddenly Luke had a thought. "Does that mean we're not headed to Batical?" across from him tears eyes widened in realization.

"nope," the coachman sounded almost cheerful, " Grand Chokmah. Capital of Malkuth and home to his majesty, Peony the ninth." With his growing annoyance, Luke couldn't help but think that the man was just a tad long winded.

Tear spoke up again, "hmmm… I was mistaken."

Luke was frustrated, annoyed, and yes just a little bit scared at being in Malkuth, and he lashed out at her without thinking. "How can you be so calm about it?! How could you make a mistake like that?!"

Tear glared at him "I didn't recognize the area. What's your excuse?" Luke raised an eyebrow at that.

"Trapped in a mansion remember? I've never been out side!" tear looked like she was considering what to say to that but the coachman broke in.

"You two are sure acting strange. Are you Kimlascan?" Luke wasn't sure what to say to that, it was a good thing Tear could think on her feet.

"N-no we're from Malkuth. We have business in Batical. We where on our way there." Luke Didn't know who the girl thought she was kidding but apparently the coachman bought it.

"That's the other direction then." He explained, "if your going to Kimlasca you should have taken the road south, rather then crossing the bridge."

Luke gritted his teeth "you mean the bridge that was just blown up." His tone was lost on the coachman.

"Yep. That's the one. Mind you with the bridge out you'll have to go the southern route." He stopped to think for a second. "were going to be passing engrave in a bit… I could let you out there or we could keep going to the capital."

"SHUT UP!" Luke was really mad now. "Don't you go trying to ditch us! I with how much I paid you, you should be offering to take us straight to the boarder!" Ok so maybe Luke was still a tiny bit upset at having paid 3 times the going price. "We paid for a trip to the capital, so that's where we're going!"

"LUKE!, if we go all the way to Grand Chokmah, we'll just wind up farther away!" Tear scolded, and as much as Luke hated it he was forced to take back his words. She was right after all.

"Aghh! Fine! Take us to Engeve but Yulia help me you'd better drop us of at the inn!"

"Okay, then here we go!" Luke would have sworn the man sounded cheerful about it!

That was when Luke decided he hated coachmen.

((((((((((A.N.))))))))))

and here is the rest. Thanks for waiting. I hope you enjoyed my writing and I ask that you review. Haha! still think Luke is too nice oh anonymous reviewer? As for my spelling errors as I said in the first chapter I need a beta. A big thank you to those who did review already, and while I do accept unsigned reviews, it makes it hard to ask you stuff if I want to work on what you've pointed out. I'm just rambling now so, goodbye!