He watched the others, momentarilly silent as he watched the others, then the priestess as she left... He saw potential in her, tofurther both their groups, as well as his own ends... "Ah, when a leader is decided, please inform me, especially if it is yself who is elected." He sounded rather confident, as he began to follow the metallic maiden, "However, if you will excuse me, I would like to have words, with our little cog lass." Down the hall, descending the stairs, through an archway... Ah, there she was, her crimson garbed form made almost angellic as he watched the glow orbs graze her mostly hidden features. His gaze, however, transcended the physical, as he monitored with no small attention how her mind and spirit bruned within. An innovator, she saught to unlock secrets others had long forgotten, and forsaken...<br/><br/>"A throne for your thoughts?" He asked, stepping up, but not drawing too close. He suspected she liked her space, and would grant it, for now. Keeping this in mind, he stepped as close as he dared, the end of his own staff clicking upon the stone floor. "Magnificent, isn't it?" he asked, eyes turning to roam first the grand engine of old, and then her expression from the corner of his eye... "Your weapon, how well, does it's power source hold up?" He knew little of the secrets and mystisism of the Omnissia, but had a hunch it was much like the craft of magic weaving he himself indulged in. Spells needed a source of power to back them up, give them substance while a caster gave it form and purpose. Did plasma, las and warp guns do the same? Using a power pack in leu of that source, the weapon itself the 'caster'?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>