Well, I'm working on a machine that uses pure sorcery collected from that -points to collector- as a power source. Of course it'd be more useful if I was a sorcerer myself, right now I have to rely on residual sorcery or the off chance someone casts a spell nearby me.
"You'd never do something as irrational as dying."-she moves her hand in a clockwise motion around the staff's gem. Smoke eventually appears clouding the image within. It starts out with Sonic enjoying a normal time on Mobius but then it changes... things get dark. Cities begin to crumble all around them, people turn to ash. Sonic watches as his friends are systematically reduced to nothing one by one until he's the last one left on the planet. He's alone. His heroism collapses and he becomes a wreck. Eventually he cannot take the isolation anymore and ends his life by leaping off a cliff. All these images are very, very vivid and stick out in his mind.-
War is God.

(Accepts tea) Uh... thanks. (Puts it on a table)
(Attempts to lap up tea, burns tounge.)
edited 31st Jul '12 4:30:19 PM by VmKid