Wingmen Need a Wing (Jared Ovmar)

[Yasha Cadera]

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]
The Jedi'd turned out to be a fantastic energy suck. Like, I left running. It might sound strange to you, ongoing diary in my brain but there was so much shaking down I couldn't get my foot set on anything solid. So, once again I am off in the Universe finding my way.

The Anders Way.

This bar I'm in's got a host of the collective scum and loneliness one usually finds in most Galactic Outposts, except it's in Coruscant's Mid-Levels. Too high up to deal with zombies or criminal underminds, and low enough I don't twist my sweater around my neck and take kids to football games. There's only one solid question in my mind at this present moment of time.

What the frell'm I drinking? It sounded great, when that Lorrd chick sauntered up to the bar and ordered with her soft spoken voice and hard coin but now I'm pretty sure something fruity is floating in it and all I taste is sugar and turpentine. Not manly. I care about masculinity, three burly dudes in dusters came in and sat down on the stools beside me and I puffed up my chest.

They ordered some dark smoking brew I half expect tentacles to wander out of, but only one of them actually enjoys it. Empathy. It would rock more socks if it wasn't evenly applied.

Rocking on my heels, I swerve around and watch the bar. Women in their best clothes, men in their work duds and some on the prowl. Tired servers and bartenders who are almost as good at getting the pulse as I am. Still, something bugs me.

It's not going to be a quiet night.

 

[Arage Bao]

A man in a dark robe entered the cantina, with a frown that was not recognizable because of his cloak he regarded the establishment that surrounded him. A trickle of Force Awareness came from him, rippling through the room – taking note of potential threats at once. It was a neat trick to say at least and made sure he would never be caught aware by some dodgy figures in an alley way. Jared had learned his lesson the last time his ass was kicked by some goons and had to be saved by a pretty blond. Oh yes.. that he had. Walking with the grace of a predator, he stalked through the room. With a flourish he removed his cloak, revealing a sharp and masculine face. A strong jaw-line pronounced his manliness and the sharp icy blue eyes made people halt in their tracks.

Finally arriving at the bar, he sat down next to an empath. It was quite obvious, seeing as he was waving around a web of force throughout the room. Trying to sense the emotions of the people around him. With a wave of his hand, Jared called the barman over to him, with a gruff voice he then said: “Appletini please and easy with the tini.”

@[member="Anders Sivas"]​

 

[Yasha Cadera]

My back goes straight up like a pillar in Theed's Victory Square, as the slick fingers of someone else's force prowess hits me with the cooties of pattern recognition and a thinly veiled attempt at not getting threatened by sleezebags. I cough and shove my hand on my back, massaging at the space on my spine which is still matted with the breath of this Other, this heavy force of nature. My coughing fit grows, I shove a napkin on my mouth and for a moment Coruscant is spinning recklessly through space, severed from its star and only I upon it can slow the disaster impending from our next collision of worlds.

I shudder, and the I begins to fade. 'Oh no. No, no, no.' Chose this bar 'cause the people in it were a thin layer of fuzz on my skin, none of them strong enough to bring on the symbiotic 'we' of a person with power, but this guy - I assume it's a man - he knows who he is. I grab hold of the bar with both hands, as he sits beside me, I'm riding this . . .

Wow dude's got a jaw chiselled by the finest sculptors in th-- nope! Nope, not going . . how did he end up with eyes that blue? I'd be jealous if I weren't, you know, a dude. My mouth opens with a timid snort to @[member="Jared Ovmar"]. "Hold the tini. Going for the bombastic size, are we?"

The 'we' isn't far off, being like this man would be easy. I might even like it, I gulp down more of my fruit-drink and nearly drop the glass but for my shaking hand. Stop it hand! Stop it now! . . . . . . . . . That's better. "Sup?" Wow. Real poetic there, Anders.

 

[Arage Bao]

The drink was accepted with a smile and a wink, for the waitress was a cute thing indeed. But then the empath started to talk to him, he raised his eyebrow and turned his head to look upon the man. It seemed as if the lad was heavily influenced by his presence, softly he reached out towards him calming his raging senses and emotions. Gently rushing him back to his own individuality and persona. “My friend, you should be careful with that. Losing yourself in someone else is.. ill-advised to say the least.” he took a big gulp from his apple with only a bit of tini and then grinned. Oh my.. how I love the lingering sense of a fresh apple on my tongue. Exquisite.

And still the boy had a tough time collecting his senses, with a gracious gesture Jared put his free hand on the lad's shoulder and with a stern touch pushed him back his senses in his own body. He was not sure why he bothered with it, but for some reason he liked the man. Mayhaps the lad reminded him of himself, when he had been younger and much more naive. Who knew?

@[member="Anders Sivas"]​

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"Y-yeah." Busted. Fully and completely busted. The kind of busted where you're caught in the act and have no explanation whatsoever that will get you out without the marking tattoo of eternal, and utter embarrassment. My lungs stutter and for the moment there's no my, it's us. Jared and the Satellite rushing in a ferocious orbit seeking out to protect and encourage. We float at the bar, winking at potential pleasure magnets and sipping the taste of apples. Our lips smack and taste apple, mixed with whatever Anders was drinking and the eyebrow raises. A wellspring of calm spreads across the microcosm and tumbling back toward my brow is Anders, the uncontrolled empathic boy from Naboo. My lips part, my eyes blink and my hand loses its death grip on the bar. "It's perpetual, like planetary motion. Not something I'm able to stop, you know? Like living in a fog and becoming part of the milky shapes."

Since when did I get poetic? Must be Jared. Jared. His name came with his aide, and I stutter and I quake and the I comes back as he touches me. My shoulder shivers then calms, as my eyelids flutter and I get high off being fed myself. Anders. My name is Anders, and I'm from Naboo. The mantra of 'I' feeds back through the cochlea of my ears, or perhaps my hidden ears, the ones in my brain that listen to the well of the Force. My brain curls up in this spoon-feeding stranger, who gave me back to myself like an officer sending a child home to its parent, after being lost. My muscles relax and I feel . . . I feel. . .

Joy.

"How… how did you… thank you. I'm Anders. Yes. I'm Anders." I hold out my hand, hoping to feel the pressure of his skin in a gentlemanly handshake, gain some formal grip on the man who saved me tonight from another dervish and another wake-up some distant place asking where I've been or what I did when I got there. @[member="Jared Ovmar"] "How did you do that?" The waitress smiles at Jared and I smile, buddy might get pretty lucky if he plays his cards before the deck changes.

 

[Arage Bao]

The Lord of the Fringe studied the lad for a second and then took the extended hand, giving him a firm but genial shake. After releasing the man, he studied his drink while formulating his thoughts. “For me the Force is a river, made up of the strings of all life. I simply detached you from my mind and brought you back to yourself.” He took another sip of his drink and noted the blushing smile of the waitress, Jared answered it with one of his devilishly handsome smiles. “Today might be an excellent day.” he thought.

He turned around and leaned on the bar, looking out into the cantina. A song was playing, some soundtrack of a raging popular holomovie. With closed eyes he listened to it, humming along with the melody.

[flash=325,25] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCGPt3XFxJk&autoplay=1 [/flash]

“Thanks are not necessary, lad. I did what everyone would have done, the name is Ovmar. Jared Ovmar. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

@[member="Anders Sivas"]​

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Takes a second to realize whether I'm going to get a handshake or my hand ripped clean off. I figured the maverick might just do it, that random violence until I caught that glimmer in the waitress' eyes again. Hehe. Dude's gonna get lucky, if he plays it right. Going with his smile, smart move, the waitress' heart rate spikes.

"For me the Force is an exploded bottle of itching powder in my wardrobe. Never know if whatever I'm wearing's gonna get uncomfortable, or have me crying for mercy. Like a girl. A pansy girl. I am Anders Sivas, the universe's practical joke." I bow with a flourish, sucking down more of my fruity beverage and tossing some more coins on the bar. "Barkeep! Appletini!"

Wait. . . aw come on! "Eh. . sorry Jared. @[member="Jared Ovmar"]. Try saying that three times fast without getting punched in the eye. . . Heck, I . . I plain wouldn't do that. River eh? Find my little Anders thread and sew it back in the collar of my shirt? Wish I could do that. The symbiotic benders are getting harder to take."

 

[Arage Bao]

He frowned a little and then laughed, a manly and booming laugh it was. It dominated his surroundings and made people look with respect and a bit of fear. For they knew that a man who could laugh that freely, without worrying about his image or style? Well he would have to be one tough son of a queen. “The Force is not a thing to be taken lightly, Anders. It is a force of nature, one that allows people to open up wormholes in outer space or crush the vital organs of a living being. Or..” and Jared looked at the young empath. “it allows for one to be perfectly attuned with the people in your surroundings. Know what they feel, maybe even what they think if trained properly.”

The Knight shrugged almost invisibly. “You are not a pansy, neither are you a girl.” he chuckled again and then raised his drink. “Cheers, real men drink appletinis. It is known.” Jared looked at a couple of thugs sitting at a table, drinking their poison and a smirk appeared on his face. With a flick of his wrist he threw their drinks in their faces, it was all done in less than a second and before anyone knew what had happened? He continued to drink his tini. "The Force is a wonderful thing"

“Be proud of your power, lad. Without it you are just one of the many.”

@[member="Anders Sivas"]​

 

[Yasha Cadera]

That laugh.

95% of the men in this room wish they had the manhood for that laugh. The other 5%? Eheh. . . I clear my mental throat, oh running commentary in my mind. I giggle and chuckle beside him, glancing up like a kid to his older cousin, the big one with all the grace. "I haven't learned the organ crunching or wormhole digging. Just got the 'chameleon my brain to the strongest persona in the room' bit. Oh! And the emotions, yeah I got that! And! I'm persuasive!" I spread my hands out, fingers splayed and check around the bar for someone to persuade. Blonde, blonde, red h-ok that is fake. Brunette. . . eh it'll come to me. "But the other stuff? Haven't figured out more than 'duck for cover there's a big strong mind in the room'. Oh, and I can heal paper cuts. And the odd cracked bone or three. I punch like a girl. We Naboo aren't known for our . . . ah. . . tough skills. . . "

My mind searches outward, without which I would be one of the many but isn't that what I am? I am the honest leveller, the spirit in the room, which flickers and reveals in its throes the consummation of a mind and body. I am the masses, and I am their intents, but if what @[member="Jared Ovmar"] says is fact, I can become the mass controller. Feel the sway and sway back at it. The feeling is intoxicating, or maybe it's the appletini. "To real men! With belly laughs and large breeches!"

I raise my glass and drink our toast, as I feel one of the angry men pick up his glass and throw. It zooms off into the distance, I snort. "Yeah, 'cause lashing out like a teenager is gonna get you laid there Brutus." Dude, what's with that guy? Someone get him a mop bucket."

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared could almost feel the lad's perception of the situation change, it was only a small thing. A little push here and soft word spoken there, but already he seemed to be sitting up a tad straighter, chin higher. It was good to see but he could also feel something else, a lingering trace of darkness trying to infest the lad's spirit. “Careful lad, you do not want to head that way. It is not a path walked easily.”

The darkness was ever lingering, always there on the outskirts of his mind. It was a dangerous life he led, but nothing else could give him the sheer thrill and pleasure this one did. Still sometimes he wondered how it would be, to just settle with a proper woman, marry and get children... but then he would just laugh and shrug the feeling off. There was only one life for him and that was this one.

He nodded with a smirk: “To real men and to appletinis. By the Force what would we do without them.” Glass shattered and angry mutters reached his ears, but the Lord only smiled and rolled his eyes. “Let them rage, my friend. I think the feeling of alcohol in their faces was not a pleasant one.”

@[member="Anders Sivas"]​

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The ache returns into my neck, a fear that ultimately there's not enough Anders to fill me teeming brain and the minds of others are my compensation for the void. It's not the happiest of thoughts, and I chase it with more booze, another symbiosis, another attempt at waking up some other place a few days later asking who, what, when, where and why. Answers don't usually come, but tonight I'm not going easy into the ether, I'm not being lost or thundered off by the strongest in the room, I'm hugging into my clothes and listening to the man who put Anders back in my brain. "No easy paths exist. I've seen so many, all of them with their burdens. It's an intense kind of spitfire, the life in my mind. Always changing, never stable. Someday though. Someday I'll get Anders back and let Anders stay."

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]'s mind wandered and my mind wanders, I think on my Mom and Dad left behind on Naboo, hearing of my adventures (in edited form) with every holo-call and package I send back. And some of the packages they send me. Family, the unit and the sensation is a godsend in any form and any culture. It's a mainstay and I don't know why I'm thinking about my Dad right now, but it's a warm and welcome thought. I order us a couple more drinks and nudge Jared's shoulder calling into his mind. 'That waitress's name is Treudhi. She likes blue eyes and honest men. Dreams of being a private tutor someday. See the upper levels. Digging you.' I, the great voyeur.

"Heck if I know, be bored I guess. . . heh. Alcohol would be worse in their mouths. I've been here for three hours, and they were here long before. Oh, hello." I nod at a new girl who walks in, shy and small. Cute little thing, her deep brown eyes are wide and I can tell she hasn't been many places like this. She slides up to the bar and orders something simple and fruity, hunkering down in her coat clutching her purse.

 

[Arage Bao]

It was just an idea, but the idea seemed good enough in his idea. Jared knew what to do, the empath was a strong one and could be of use for the Fringe. At least if he could control and master his powers, but Jared would not be able to help with that. The most he could do was bring him back to his own body, the mastering of his particular skills were too complicated for the Lord of the Fringe though. He was not an empath himself and there lay the problem. Just as a bird could never teach a fish to fly, a non-empath could never truly teach an empath to master his inherent skills. But there was one person who could do just that and coincidently it was the same woman who taught him all he knew. Spencer Jacobs, his savior and Master – she was an empath herself, as such she would be perfect to teach the lad the ropes.

“I know people who could help you with that. They could help you to stay Anders, maybe even teach you an additional thing or two.” he said simply, while studying the waitress in the meanwhile. It seemed as if Anders was right about her at least. Every time she thought he was not looking she was staring at him with a boldness a tiger would be ashamed of. “A private tutor, huh. Well at least I could show her the upper levels.. give her a good time.”

With a gesture he called her over to him, as if he had an additional order. He flashed her a smile and said: “My dear, you look lovely. Would you be so kind to make us two appletinis?” With that Jared extended his hand, waiting for her to take it.

From the borders of his vision, Jared could see Anders hitting it off with a cute little thing. For a second he wondered what she was doing here, of course the establishment was not as bad as the things you would encounter in the Understreet, but still. She did not seem to fit in this scenery, almost like the night he had met Spencer. His Master had looked so innocent and pretty back then, little did he know what kind of mental powerhouse she would turned out to be.

@[member="Anders Sivas"]​

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Help? I twitch, my chin tilts toward my chest and I can feel the intent radiating off of @[member="Jared Ovmar"]. I could be used, valued, worked on. Living with a purpose wasn't something I thought possible for a person like me. I've got too many purposes. Too many people's emotions and desires in my brain, could Anders have one? "I'd be up for that. Don't know how much longer I can float on the wings of other people and their lives." Not that I thought I would be tragic, but I'd lose Anders. Become some monk guy living in a tiny ship alone in space.

Not cool. I feel more than see the flush in Treudhi's cheeks, and stifle a smirk. 'You're in. Oh, don't mention Corellians. . . trust me, you don't wanna know why... she's got a sore left hip. Like she's been working too many hours with trays on it. Might come in handy later.' Dude needs a wingman, after all.

The girl beside me's got jitters. I feel the winding tendrils of nervousness slicking down at her. Inside her. Some of it's chemical, I feel the cold sweat of withdrawl and my eyes shut. I sip my appletini, and slip the girl a bowl of pretzels. "Eat up, me hearty, yo ho."

She jumps in her skin, barely looks at me and I know. I know. I can do something. Must be a mid to high income family, anyone else trying to get glitterstim would have gone to lower levels, but I get the feeling she doesn't know where to go. Lucky her. I see her fingers snake around a pretzel, her fingertips are tinted blue. Cold? No.

Mystery. The jerks behind us are laughing to each other, I get a flash of cognisance from one of them. This thing, this sweet little girl no older than I am, looks like easy prey.

 

[Arage Bao]

The bare wisp of a blush was seen on Treudhi's cheeks and Jared could not stop but grin, he was making quite the impression on the poor girl. She accepted his extended hand, softly he kissed it and whispered in her ear. “When are you getting off? I would love to show you the scenery of the upperstreets?” Next to him Anders was working his magic on the mystery girl, she did not feel very well. The smell of her was wrong, a flash of memory appeared in front of his inner eye. A broken woman, high on glitter and a young boy, crying hoping his mother would deem him worthy of a kiss and hug.

The sight troubled him deeply, for he had suppressed it for all life. Darkness engulfed his heart and his face darkened a bit, but only someone who knew the true Jared would have seen the reaction. The little Treudhi was not one of them.

Noise filled his ears, laughs and whispers. Promising a good time in a false voice, Jared had been around long enough to know what would happen shortly. As such he winked to the waitress and said with a fake smile. “My Lady, would you be so kind to provide us with those refreshments? After that we might do that scenery check-up.” He wondered if she would still be interested after she would witness the following events.

Leaning on the bar, he then casually said while keeping a nonchalant eye on the goons. “Careful now, lad. Those pigs have their eye on your pretty lady, if it comes to it? See to her, I will deal with the vermin.” His eyes flashed at the last word, blue turning to a mixture of yellow, black and red. But it was gone to its original color as quickly as it had appeared.

@[member="Anders Sivas"]​

 

[Yasha Cadera]

I feel the impending heart of darkness like a cripple in winter feeling their once forgotten wound. My chest caves, I search around looking to where this emotion belongs and all I can feel is Jared. Can't be Jared. The momentary pain dulls my eyes, I push my gaze to the girl, this little slip of a thing huddled in her jacket and gulp. I can't help that vicious pain, the crawling dragon in his chest, but I can help this girl. 'You okay, Jared?' I guzzle my appletini, feeling the numbing buzz give me a second of myself and slide closer to the girl.

"Good, 'cause I punch like a wet bag. I'll get the girls taken care of, you do the manly heroic things, and we win... woa." His eyes. They flashed. Who is this guy and why haven't I spent more time with him sooner? Maybe I'd be able of doing more in a fight than shrieking and throwing chairs wildly at the 'other guy's. @[member="Jared Ovmar"]

Mumbles and whispers. My danger sense is tingling. "Can I buy you a drink? They've got decent shakes." I smile, harmless Anders, and she jolts. She shakes her head and glances behind her. I put my hand on the back of her barstool. "I.. I d..don't want..." she mumbles, I call the tender over. "Chocolate nutbutter please, for the lady. Thanks."

I put coin down and slide closer. "Are you worried about those guys back there? Do you know them?"

She bites down on a pretzel and nods. "Did you come to see one of them?"

She nods. Ah. They're dealers. 'Jared, they're dealing. Take them out.' A rise of bile, a despicable sneer grows in my inner mind. If I was armed I'd shoot them all in their foreheads. Her milkshake comes and I push it to her. "Drink up, it'll fill you up. Calm the nerves. Trust me, I can help." She sips at it, then takes big mouthfuls. Must have one of those faces, people generally do trust me when I get going.

 

[Arage Bao]

His body froze. Images flashed in, A little girl shot in the head; a rat in her mouth. Wrists cut, too much glitter. A body found rotting in a garbage bin. Two men having their way with-- Too much, it threatened to overwhelm him as his eyes flashed yellow again. This time it did not leave as easily, his lips turned into a sneer as he studied the dealers in front of him. "Take the women and leave, you do not want to witness this. Nor would I want you to." he growled as he stood up, stretching the fingers. The room grew darker as he focused his energy, accepting the power it gave to him. There had always been a hate in him towards the dealers and creators of the various drugs that could be found in the Galaxy. But usually he had been able to avoid them, it was a dark path he would walk upon if he gave into his hatred. Regardless there had not been a choice for the Lord of the Fringe today, today they came to him and he would make sure they paid for all the suffering they had brought upon the people they made money off.

Today their guns and protection would not serve them. Today they would meet their Maker.

@[member="Anders Sivas"]​

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The rotting memories in @[member="Jared Ovmar"]'s mind hit me like a ship in hyperspace. I grab the table and plant my feet on the ground, keeping a hand on the back of the girl's chair. 'Jared, watch…' the hatred, the anger thundered into my body and it felt. . .

It felt. . . releasing. There are truly decrepit acts and people in the galaxy and here we were faced with a group of them. This girl sitting here, sucking on a milkshake trying not to jitter is an aspect of the galaxy at large. Nervous, jittering, she should be well dressed and dignified, the kind of girl that makes a man fall in love and hold her for the rest of his life. Jared's going off and I need to get these girls out. I push my mind inside hers, find the words it'll take to make her mine for the moment, to make Lima come of her own free will. In the end, it's not going to take all that. I curl her into my side, arm firmly around her and walk away from the bar with her. Milkshake in hand. "I'm not going to hurt you, Lima. My friend? He's gonna hurt them." I nod to the dealers, and her eyes go wide, she struggles for a few tender seconds before the crash. Her head lays against my shoulder, defeated.

I nod to Treudhi and grab her arm. "Treudhi, you need to trust me right now. Those men at that table are…"

"How did you… Scum, yeah. Got it. Can we watch? Please?"

My mind touches Jared's and I know absolutely what the answer is. "No. Is there a place we can go nearby?"

"Yeah. I know a place. C'mon, out back." Treudhi leads the way past the kitchen to a stairway outside.

 

[Arage Bao]

Most intelligent people were leaving by then, having a yellow-eyed fear-inducing man in your cantina would do that to a man. Only the thugs stayed in their place, too drunk or too stupid to realize the danger they were in now. A chuckle escaped his lips as he imagined the pain they were going to be in in a second. With a casual flick of the wrist the dealers suddenly found themselves pinned to the wall. They were a horrid bunch if truth be told, plump and thick-headed, they were only a danger to the poor residents who were too defenseless to do anything. Luckily the Lord of the Fringe was not such a man.

"You will die tonight.. but first.. we will have some fun." he said with a smirk on his face as he unleashed the lightning upon them.

@[member="Anders Sivas"]​

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Fear came, and my mind brushes against the dark I heard whispers about since leaving Naboo. I held Lima close as we left and as the painful emotional maps of the dealers flush bright and horrible it gets harder to walk. I lean against the wall and shut my eyes, Treudhi and Lima have got to be staring at me now. "Are you. . are you alright?" Lima asks, brushing her hand across my chest. I gulp and nod. "Don't go back in there."

"Hated my job anyway. . . hey, come on, lets get out of here. I got my apartment nearby. Your friend going to be able to find us?"

"Jared? Yeah." I brush into Jared's mind just enough to show him a map of where the girls and I are, and we head there. By the time we get to the apartment I'm feeling better, the torturous corpses of the dealers a distant emotional imprint I'll never have to see again. I sit Lima down and help Treudhi make some tea. She loads it with some kind of liquor I don't recognize, and we all sit waiting, filling time with chit chat. "Working on being a tutor. You know, the kind with one or two families. Love kids, you know?"

Lima nods, I put my arm around her and she cuddles in. Poor girl's been craving a hug for hours. "What about you, Anders?"

"Yeah, I'm a musician. I do jobs on the side, but haven't found my place yet."

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

"It has been done." The whisper was barely audible, as feint as it was. But it would seem to originate from all directions, aimed at Anders unique imprint. It echoed, its touch was fire and ice, a line had been crossed this day and its crosser had no idea. It had taken Jared some time to figure out a route to the apartment, but the time had been well spent. For after his actions in the bar the blue-eyed man had been in need of some time alone. To figure things out, to make peace with himself and the spirits that would haunt him. A knock sounded, as Jared arrived at the apartment, the door was opened by the cute waitress. The Lord of the Fringe had put on one of his pleasant faces, few would realize what he had done only a short time before, the waitress was not one of them. "My dear, the trash has been removed."

He walked into the room and with a stern gaze he studied his surroundings. It seemed his drinking partner had some smooth moves, a feint smile played on his lips as he moved to sit across them. His eyebrow arched slightly as he noticed the protective arm around the girl, he was a fast player. That was respectable. "You will be trained, Anders. But not today.. today we drink." without awaiting an answer he took hold of the bottle and took a sizable gulp straight out of the source. He waved towards the cute thing that was so smitten with him and as she moved to sit beside him, he put his arm around her waist. He reached forward to her ear and whispered something, the girl blushed and laughed softly. Then there was more alcohol.

Sometimes a man needs to confront his actions, sometimes a man needs to drink them away.

@[member="Anders Sivas"]​