Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20130930101955/@comment-11588669-20131001042621

"Goddamnit!" He sighed. Thirty minutes later, and still nothing. He's no closer to understanding Dust theory than a Beowolf is to waltzing into Beacon and taking Miss Goodwitch clubbing.

"Give me an anatomical display, and I can show you where to hit to paralyze someone, to restart their heart without electricity, or even shut down their brain. Hell, I could probably show you where to sent a current into to restart burnt out nerve clusters. But, give me a worksheet on Dust? And it amounts to nothing but crap." He reaches down, and takes a sip out of his drink.

Giving another look at the paper, he began to mutter out what he could understand. "Dust, essentially, is crystalized energy. Different types correspond to different colors. White for Ice, red for fire, etcetera. But, what does history have to do with anything?"