[Funkduder]

Originally Posted by Suzerain of Sheol

"I can't help with penetration wards -- not much of a psychic myself, way better at the hands-on stuff, but they didn't teach you basic mental defenses at whatever celebratory you studied at? Or you mean protecting other people's minds?"

"For the innocent by-standers. Call it 'atonement' for crimes I committed before being an artificer," said Michael, his eyes further studied the gun for a few seconds, before he slipped it into his outer coat pocket, safety on. "At first I was thinking a helmet of some sort may due, but that would be too heavy and complicated for your average man or woman, and probably ineffective against anything particularly powerful. Hence, my research." He paused for a second. "Say, you haven't heard any news from Babylon, have you?"
He was thinking of Rue's family. Constantine, her fiance, was declaring war on one of the Seven churches, or so she had told. Considering that they were heading there, it wouldn't hurt to know more, or so he thought.