<div class="floatleft">(http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/2707/600fulldavidbowie.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"> Величество </span></span><br/><em> Superhuman Intellect, Electromagnetokinesis </em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>0<strong>SPE:</strong>2<strong>INT:</strong>8<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>0<strong>AGL:</strong>2<strong>PER:</strong>4<br/><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong><em>Situation Room;  Hall of Order</em><br/><br/>Majesty had already decided that he disliked the tools he was forced to work with, but he used his natural Russian stoicism to help him cope with the inevitable disappointments that came. The young man aggravated him to quite a degree such as he found astounding, but he recovered, showing little trace of his emotions while he ignored the lecture that followed. Without any sorcerors or shamans present, there was precious little use for them in securing the item, and he had long ago decided that demons and monsters were simply a new type of opponent to overcome, having precious little superstition to slow him in his analysis. "While, no doubt, the sound and vision aspect of this lecture is most fascinating, the mission remainds quite the same." With a soft sigh, he produced a slim silver cigarette case from the inner pocket of his jacket, flipping it open to reveal a collection of neatly handrolled cigarettes, one of which he plucked free before setting it down. It would have been polite to offer a smoke to his companions, but they didn't seem the sort to enjoy it. The end of the cigarette burnt to a cherry red light as he brought it to his lips.<br/><br/>Taking in a deep smoke, and exhaling it calmly, he let his fingertips dance in the air, gathering trace metals from all abouts to construct what was a precisely perfect copy of the Scarab, albeit without the arcane components that existed beyond his psychokinetic abilities. "Ekaterina, my love, show them the schematics." He had decided, given his innate intimacy with the computer that controlled the station, to give it a name, and as he sent the gentle electronic impulses through his mind, the computer obliged by providing a holographic image, etched in light, of the original scarab and the layout of the museum. "As the boy has said, the need to protect this item is of utmost imperative. Unless any one of you has a concealed sorcerous talent, let us muse instead on the task of acquiring it."