little wheel

"I think that sounds swell. Good luck."

I thought about being Voidus, but the Pope blessing some Sprite Cranberry was too beautiful.

Oh yeah I can read.

"Wait I'll take Creativity and Craftsmanship as well. Music, Creativity, and Craftsmanship. Hum," I say.

Which book?

"I call the God of Music! It is mine," I yell.

"Seven," I answered.

"We need a true ruler. Someone who is intelligent enough to control us and wise enough to guide us onward into an era of prosperity. I would guess that he who has been leading us over the last 16 year period of prosperity is doing a pretty good job. No changes are needed, in my opinion," Silas said. @Badadah @Kaladin78

Balefire, not Banefire.

"Well, this suit has been my life's work, and I also spent most of my inheritance from my grandfather and parents, along with a lot of money from my jobs. Also, I kind of got some Awakening help from a pal, so that really helped," Silas answered. "I'm just gonna say, this hat and duster take the drab gray armor to a whole new level of style." @Badadah

Silas walked up to Ambrosia, lifting off his helmet. "I know you weren't there to hear my answer at DIDGERIDOO, but since the party, I've been looking for this suit which someone stole from me," Silas said, fanning out his arms and showing off his sweet digs. @Badadah

A jet flew from above and dropped Silas, who was riding on a sleek-looking motorcycle. "Sorry that I'm late."

Some city, not the City of Oasis Silas was meditating on the edge of a skyscraper's roof with his back facing out towards the street. He had been meditating for over an hour, but no patrols had checked the roof. He knew it was time for him to retrieve his stolen property. A proximity alarm sounded off in his ear, alerting him he had three seconds. Three He relaxed. Two He began to fall back. One He fell off the building, smashing his Dakhor arm through the glass and jumping into the building's hidden floor. He backhanded the nearest guard through the glass, sending him to a painful splat on the concrete. The next guard got a fist through the sternum, and so did the next, like an arm-kebab. The last two guards had time to pull out their guns, but Silas tapped steel and killed them too. The door stood in front of him. With a steel and Dakhor enhanced kick, the door was blown off of its hinges. Inside, there was a suit. It had no face on its face-plate, but it appeared to be made from Dyneema Carbon Fiber, with a thin coating of graphene. But the most distinctive part was the hat and duster. Made of Buckypaper reinforced and aluminum weaved fancloth, the only appeared as a slight glimmer. There you are, Silas thought. The suit unfolded and reformed around Silas, a deep voice emanating from the internal speakers. Hello, Master. The Vagabond was ready to fight.

Silas appeared outside of the door in a flash of light. "Sorry I'm late." He sate down at the table across from Ambrosia as a server welcomed them. @Badadah

The heck?

Silas nodded in approval, his heart bursting with pride.