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Slender fingers toyed with a silver earring in the left lobe as she spoke. "Several things. If these forces can be fully understood, they can be harnessed, or at least co-opted so that our purposes do not interfere with the natural principles in motion. And once that is possible, then the forces released can be channeled to other means, other technologies. As it stands, the best use I've found would be preliminary terraforming or mining operations. Maybe disposal of dangerous magical artifacts." Rare, yes, but there still existed possibilities of magic that it did not do to dwell on. His teacher had been explicit in describing the nebulous stuff as tricky. Just alive enough to twist and go wrong. Mucking about with the rules of reality was dangerous business as it was, and long ripe for abuse.

"I won't say access to explosives would improve everyone's lives, but it could solve several problems and free up their attention to work on others." A smile crept across his face, lighting up Aire's eyes. "On a personal note, I must admit a more childish motivation: I've found that I really like making things go 'boom'."

"It's force, pure and simple. The leadup and consequences, though, those I'm still working out. Narrowing down the right mixture takes work, you see." Glassworks aside, there were several leather-wrapped reams of paper scattered about. Each cover was marked in alchemical or mathematical symbols, no two the same. Currently only one lay open, and he paused to scribble something down in thin, spidery handwriting. "...Yes, I've run into that on occasion. It's one of the reasons I try to keep people clear. Eventually, if I'm successful, there will be no way around it. My research will be weaponized." The guild in Belrea wouldn't have any part of that, thought not for altruistic reasons. To their thinking, war was a colossal waste of valuable time. Time better spent with SCIENCE, ferreting out the secrets of the universe. "If I'm careful about it, though, we might manage a few years of progress before someone manages to steal or copy the stuff. After that, well...

I would absolutely like some assistance with that. Having another potential casualty today would put me off my tests for days. Hardly going to sleep tonight as it stands." Mercurial as his mood seemed, Aire's enthusiasm remained a constant. The signs were simple affairs, once he'd dug them out. Waterproofed stiff cloth, backing waterproofed and bright-dyed parchment, nailed to a sharpened stick. Each had a caricature illustration, clearly home-made. The common tongue beneath clarified each warning neatly, promising terrible consequences beyond. "I usually try for at minimum one hundred meters radius. Er, from the blast site. Shall we?"