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*glares at you in horse, smirking* Actually, I have one - but I didn't actually want a smexy one; I wanted one that was cute. Ergo: What sold me was the other side: {:)

Dax listened to the story of Oracle Delphi, and took it in as if it was one of his starcharts; this was something that was hers, and he wanted to know about as much of her as he could. Once she reached the part about the ruinous ending, he felt his heart fall a bit - but found redemption in the awe he held at thinking back to that massive tapestry, and how beautiful it was. I have to thank Illiad yet again; I'd have never known such wonders as the land of Troy, nor would I have met Oracle - but most importantly, I'd have never known such a friend like him. I'm so glad I signed up for this exchange... and I can hardly wait to see what else is here. I only have a few days left; I hope they're as full of adventure as today is. Oh, I would definitely LOVE to have something personal from her when I go back - if she's allowed to let me keep it! Dax smiled, glad to see Oracle so excited... which, in turn, brought some more of his own excitement out of him. "Okay, well - what's the next closest, coolest thing here? I'd love to see as MUCH as possible!"

Dax nodded - he did indeed care, and this was sounding more important than what he'd already heard. He knew he had to tread carefully. A barrier between life and death... it sounds so profound. He stepped closer to the candle she'd indicated, and looked closely at the name and mark presented with a sense of both reverence and wonder. All these names... legacies of histories past, and with the honor of being named comes the inevitability of becoming another candle, to continue the cycle again... Dax was exceedingly glad he'd felt the way he did about changelings; he'd often wondered if he was just being naive (as Oglevy had insisted), but to learn of such a tradition made him thoroughly glad he'd always chosen to see others for who they were, and not judge an entire race based on the actions of a few bad examples. If all of Equestria olny knew about this... But he already knew he'd never tell a soul. From all he'd learned from Illiad and Troy, he was somewhat afraid that such information would be buried, possibly by Celestia herself if it worked against her. Feeling fearful of his nation's leader was difficult to bear, but he wasn't sure if he could even trust his homeland anymore. A shame, because he once loved it. He stared at it for a long moment, just taking in what it meant. Troy is an amazing nation... and so many, many wondrous things exist here... so many mysteries... and this is only one of them, and yet it ranks up there with the most incredible stories to ever come from Equus itself. So much history... it makes me feel like my family's just an inkspot on the grand map of time... The thought was a bit melancholy, but Dax didn't show it - in fact, he kept that feeling well-hidden, thanks to his mother's training in emotional control, and instead of lamenting any further, he turned back to look with fresh wonder at the miracle of life that was Oracle, a changeling he had personally helped to freedom, and who now held his heart in her hooves. "Oracle? Would... w-would you be willing to tell me your story?" he asked hesitantly, but with curiosity and awe writ large across his features.

Dax gazed in wonder at the amassed gathering of bits from other changeling's lives; he wondered about each piece he saw, from the magnificent to the ludicrous, wondering how each one got here... and the stories behind them, as well. There has to be a fortune here, just in tales alone! If only I could see the history of every little thing in here... of course, then I'd be stuck here for years! He glanced over at Oracle and smiled. Not that it would neccessarily be a BAD thing, mind you... Dax's eyes went wide. "Trojan Horse was a Changeling King!? WOW! I never even thought that... I mean, how would anyone ever... and he just... WOW!" It amazed him to learn of this fact, and he continued to take in all that she was saying; history, to Dax Blackwater, was one of the most interesting things ever, and here he'd found someone who was just as knowledgable about their past as he was of his own. Though part of him wanted to share that history with her right now... he also realized he was the guest here, and this was a golden opportunity to learn something new. He could always share his own family's history later, or if she ever came to the quarry, he could- Silly Dax, he thought, she's probably too important to leave Troy; I don't think she'll ever be able to actually come to the quarry, but it's a nice dream, right? Still, outwardly, he hung onto every syllable she spoke, soaking up the changeling hive's history like a thirsty sponge. Dax pointed a hoof at the archway. "That looks interesting... am I allowed to ask what's in there?" If she said he couldn't know, he'd accept that - he had to exercise respect for his hosts, of course. But still, the little curiosity monster that lived inside his brain was beginning to stir.

Status symbol or not, it was a gift from a Changeling Queen, which meant it was special to him regardless. He carefully rolled it up, then reached back and fetched a string of green yarn from his mane, tied it in, then shuffled it back into the thick of his headful of wild hair, hidden completely from view. Dax nodded. "Let them know we'll be along soon enough!" Then, it struck him, what Illiad had said... Let her get away from me? Am... am I chasing her? Is she chasing ME? I... actually don't know... He looked at Oracle again, and smiled. It doesn't matter - as long as I get to spend a bit more time with her, it doesn't really matter who's chasing whom, does it? Dax waved to Illiad as he walked off, then turned back to Oracle with excitement in his eyes, rushing to catch up to her. Dax marvelled at the structure of the hive itself, and was astounded to consider that if THIS was the first room in the hive's history, then the hive was even more massive than he'd realized; he'd been doing some tricks he'd learned from quarry workers, about gauging how big a tunnel really is. But his discovery was that they must have been almost a mile from the outside walls of the gathered colony - a realization that sparked even more wonder, as he realized the hive was not just a single floor. He talked back with Oracle as they went, telling her of what he knew about the particular styles of architecture - and usually adding a nifty trivial fact as well, making it a bit more fun. He waved to each one that looked their way - he was absolutely stoked that they ALL saw him so kindly, and he wasn't about to ignore a single one of them... especially a certain one, of course. Dax gave her a sheepish grin. "Maybe I should invest in some climbing gear, next time I visit?" He carefully let her take hold of him, and descend with him in her embrace... which, as Dax was Dax, he thoroughly enjoyed the closeness of. If it meant you had to hold onto me the entire time, I'd let you fly me to the moon... and back.

Dax's blush may have been total, but the pure love that poured from his heart was proud of his feelings for her. The last time Bloom had ever seen Dax smile so much was when Illiad Easle was at the quarry; now, he looked as though he might just smile his head off his shoulders. It's so obvious, everyone sees it... I guess that means it's really true. I... I have a Special Somepony. Dax didn't want the moment to go to waste, so he was about to lean in for a second, firmer kiss... when his ears cocked towards the quarry. Dax's expression turned serious. "I heard a scream; that's never good. C'mon - maybe we can help!" "Yes, come with us - the more hooves we might have available, the better!" The Blackwater set out at a gallop, headed up the pathway towards a section of rusted iron-spined fence, which he squeezed through a hole to get into. Inside that hole was... A graveyard. Blackwater Ridge had stood on this same place for almost a thousand years, generations of Blackwaters interred within; this hallowed ground was the proud resting place of the most noble and notable members of the family line, even as far back as some of the stones had the family name 'Black' on them. It felt quiet and somber here; to some, it would be unnerving, but to others, it was a peaceful retreat. Dax charged through the cemetery, staying on the path and being careful not to disturb or walk on any of the graves there. The path through to the gates was clear to see, and the quarry itself was on the other side of those gates and down the hill a ways. Adding to the eerie surroundings, the sun was low in the sky, a signal that the workday was almost at an end. If the rest followed through after Daxter, they would ALL feel a light chill from the area... not by wind or degrees, but along their spines. ... and it was Mystic who could feel that they were NOT alone, here... Pansy sighed and adjusted her spectacles as they walked along. "Mister Hopper, my boss has enough money to possibly hire others to do what you've been asked to... but he's-" She looked around thoroughly, making certain she wouldn't be overheard, before continuing. "... he's cheap. That's why he's probably sending this package with you; because he knows he can save bits by sending it through a worker than a delivery service. He's taking some advantage of you, but I'm fairly certain he means you no harm." She then sighed again, "The Blackwaters? That's... a different subject; you'll pardon me if I choose not to speak about it, I hope?" They reached a corner shed, where Pansy unlocked it and entered, then opened the doorway and pointed to a very ordinary-looking crate. "There - this is the crate. I'll secure it for you... if you're still up for the trip, that is." A stallion came walking through the sunroom from the balcony, headed in Gold's direction. He looked as a butler should; impeccable suit, spats, groomed well, and with an air about him that spoke of regality. His bright red mane and tail - as well as a small mustache - were thoroughly brushed and cut, and he looked to be the very image of a proper servant. He paused when he reached the doors, and gave Gold a once over before speaking. "Good day, sir - it would be my assumption that you are Madam Blackwater's last appointment for the day?" he asked, his voice calm and reserved.

UPDATE: I think I may have a problem... OH! Forgot one:

Oh, he knew the name far better than anyone else realized; it was a name that his mother had both praised and cursed, in equal amounts sometimes, due to Vylia's inability to gain any sort of social growth. The pegasus mare would gush about how savvy she was, and how she would gladly chat her up about finances... but the poor Blackwater never got even one hoof in the door with those in such circles - the family's reputation, though undeserved by the current generation, was still well-known among the upper class... and unfortunately, inescapable. Vylia had always wanted to attend to such a social icon; Dax had been pretty much cleared to visit as he wished. For some reason, it made him feel as if he'd accomplished just a touch more than she did... and the thought made him feel a bit proud. But just a bit; the score was still HEAVILY in his mother's favor, so maybe he shouldn't exactly celebrate just yet. "Thank you... OH! A-and here," he held out the hankerchief to her, "this is yours; I wouldn't want to walk off with it, as I can be a bit... uhm, forgetful, sometimes. And thank you so much for letting me use it." Dax wasn't very sure about Permu referring to her own daughter as a possession... but he understood what she was trying to say. "Well, I'm still flattered, all the same... a-and I hope we get to meet again, someday! I mean, uhm, i-if you ever come to the... uhm, th-the quarry." He realized there was probably little chance that someone as well-off as she was would ever actually go TO a gem quarry; that's what other workers were employed to do, and it wasn't as if the quarry was a tourist destination, after all. He was a bit embarrassed for offering, but it felt like the right thing to do in response to so much generosity from them, regardless of why. After all... Dax himself was exceedingly glad he'd rescued her too. Dax grinned sheepishly. "Oh... I'm, uhm, s-sorry if it was a bit much, I'm... n-not exactly a bastion of emotional control. But I still hope it helped... uhm, in the way it does for all of you." It was a bit weird, but he knew they made gel-food from emotions... he just didn't want to seem like he thought himself an expert, yet. There would be a LOT to learn... and he was looking forward to it. He bowed politely again to the royals as the took their leave, then he was going to speak to Oracle... but she got to him first. She sounds almost like I did, when Illiad and I first got a moment together, out of sight of my parents. That's... so adorable. "Oracle, whatever you wanna show me first is fine by me - though history sounds like something I can really dig into!" He looked back at Illiad, about to ask him to come along... when something inside him said that the Trojan would probably enjoy a bit of time away from the blast-furnace of Dax's emotions right now; the Blackwater wasn't sure if he had been hurt or not by the expressions he gave out during the concert, as he'd been watching the show. "Illiad? Uhm, I'm gonna go check out the stuff Oracle wants to show me - you gonna be okay here on your own for a bit? I mean, if it's okay with you?"

He bowed politely as he took the hankerchief, then dabbed at his eyes with it. For a moment, he considered blowing his nose... but his mother's voice hammered away at the inside of his skull over that thought, so instead he merely used it on his tears, and held it carefully when he was done; he might need its' services again. He also passed a smile to Oracle. They can all feel what I'm feeling... and I'm glad they don't mind my reactions. Mother worked so hard to teach me to hide who I am, it's refreshing just to feel and express those feelings openly. I guess it's sort of the same for changelings... but they do it out of survival, not status. Which makes it more noble, in my eyes. Openly, he gave the sweet changeling mare a smile. He blushed. "Well, that's all I've seen so far... and I'm not exactly a graduated expert, either. I'm just someone who saw certain patterns that reminded him of different periods and styles; I'm nowhere near the level of expertise it would have taken to accomplish all of this! I'm just an admirer - a humble one, with all I've seen so far. I'm pretty sure there's none of my family's work included here - but as nobody really goes to a rock quarry, it makes sense." It made him feel a bit... small... in such worldly company as this. But he also knew he was technically a NOBODY in Troy; no point in letting it get to him. Besides, in such company as this, the LAST thing he needed to think about was himself. Dax bowed. "I'd be honored... of course, this trip to Troy is a rarity; I'm not sure when I'd be able to take you up on your kind offer, Your Majesty... but if I ever manage to end up in Manehattan, I'll have to try to see if I can. Thank you kindly!" As the music continued, he couldn't help but feel motivated to look at Oracle... actually, really look at her... When he'd first seen her in the cage, all he could see was someone in need, someone who was suffering... and his conscience had responded. He'd braved dealing with the rather odious diamond dog slaver, and had probably looked like a complete idiot with how he readily gave up just about every last bit he'd had... but he felt it had been worth it. However, when she'd kissed him... it had been a spark that had ignited his soul; he'd always imagined what a kiss would feel like, and had always relied on the wonderful, rolling vocabulary of poets from the ages to regale him with tales of the perfect kiss, one which was steeped in romance and would resonate throughout a soul forevermore. The real thing had left ALL the poets' fancy words in a heap, next to the rubbish bin. He'd never before looked on other mares as actual love interests (well, there was Princess Luna, but that was a foal's dream, and he knew it), but when she'd kissed him, he couldn't help but see her as anything but beautiful. Her form was so different from his, perhaps... but to Dax, her heart was all he had eyes for, right now... Well... except her eyes... and her wings... and her carapace... and her- Right smack dab on the lips. Again, the entire hive was treated to Dax's explosive emotions as it felt like two comets just struck each other, head-on, inside his heart. His look of shocked surprise was cute, and his blush was the stuff of legends. Daxter Blackwater! Her mother is RIGHT THERE! Even with this quick, heated snippet going through his mind... all he showed outwardly was a dopey grin, plastered all over his beet red muzzle. Dax sat forward; now THIS was what he'd been brought here to see, and he was completely and utterly at the mercy and whim of the talent onstage. He noted their colors, and also noticed the amber one being a local - at least, from the reactions he saw, he wagered that was the case. He tried looking them over a bit, to see if there were possibly any hive-specific traits that were commonplace between them; it was an idle shot in the dark, but changelings were far more individual than they were given credit for. The music itself? Dax had never experienced a performance like the one in front of him, onstage; the way they worked their harmonies made his spine shiver, and the high energy and emotion of the lyrics, coupled with their obvious showmanship made for an exquisite performace that Dax would undoubtedly be humming for the rest of his life. Each song was golden, and every changeling in attendance was absolutely lovng it - which, in turn, made Dax even more excited. And Dax joned them, wholeheartedly, even giving a sharp whistle of appreciation with a hoof to his mouth... he hoped it wouldn't be inappropriate, but he'd enjoyed it enough to forego his usual shy attitude and just let it happen. As soon as the applause had calmed down, he turned to face the royals and gave a polite bow. "Thank you ever so much for inviting us to this incredible performance - I can't ever thank you enough for this experience, and I appreciate being able to enjoy this wonder out of the kindness of your heart. With every fiber of my being, thank you most kindly."

To rule is not to control; it is to love love of your subjects love of your country love of your history And so, the princesses did rule from not a place of lofty power but from love And the mark of a great ruler is how much they are loved. <3

I am a Face, most assuredly. ... because I would not wish to subject a single one of you to my Heel side.

Allow me to be the first to say... Now that that's out of the way... welcome to the herd!

I figure, unless Gold knows the difference, it might not matter as much... @Loud Opinion, would he be able to differentiate between eras with antiquities?

The colt nodded. "Improvement? Mother's big on that; sell that point, and you'll do fine by her - and she's a sucker for flattery, so lay it on kinda thick about her work." "Think so, eh? Well, we'll see if you've got the right stuff - Mother never picks a loser, if you catch my drift." He turned and flapped into the air, hovering at a slow walking pace as he led Gold along the many, many halls of the Blackwater Manor. Interestingly enough, when they went upstairs, the decor... changed. Much of the tacky quality was now rare, while the decorations themselves were now far more impressive; vases from the Trojan era, masterwork paintings by classical artists, rich and subdued tapestries made of the finest linens, actual antique chairs and couches, and what Gold much suspected may have been a REAL full suit of Royal Lunar Guard's Armor. It seemed as if the Blackwaters kept the junk downstairs to throw folks off; the real value wasn't for typical public view, apparently. Something to take note of. The colt smiled. "Oh, no - that's the guest room, alright; let me guess... 'Redd' led you here? Yeah, he might come off as kinda creepy, but he's okay - he's one of the ones we don't let the clients see!" Oglevy gave a laugh at that... but the source of his laughter wasn't exactly clear. Eventually, he was led to a pair of finely-paned glass doors, leading into a sunroom area, which in turn led to what appeared to be a broad balcony with a covered table and finely-wrought deck chairs. There was a touch of conversation from outside, though Gold himself couldn't quite see anypony yet. The colt turned and motioned into the sunroom. "You're on your own from here on in; good luck... oh, and I wouldn't mention thread-counts - just some advice." He gave Gold a mischevious wink, then zoomed off down the corridor like a typical child might. What an interesting little guy - Gold might have to keep an eye on that one. Dax gasped. "Oh my gosh - well, now that we know... I can show you a number of paths that circumvent the actual mountainside completely, so you won't have to even think about it - in fact, let's cut through Blackwater Ridge; we can head down a different path to get back home, and I can show you some more Blackwater history," he chuckled a little, "IF I'm not boring you to death with it, that is!" Dax smiled broadly. "Oh, I will - I always let Mother know when someone's doing good work, and Bloom here is one of the best! Since she's been at the manor, a lot of our staff have really started enjoying their work; she's the one who spreads the good cheer!" And the young stallion was also possibly one of Bloom's favorite Blackwaters; he was kind, honest, sweet and friendly - almost a polar opposite to his own father - and was also extremely well-read. The number of things he could talk about was astounding, and Bloom had never found him to be dull. Plus, Dax was a hugger. He turned to her with a bit of excitement on his muzzle. "You remember last year, when I took that week-long trip to Troy? Well, that's where we met! She's..." Ba-BUMP. "... s-she's my..." Ba-BUMP. "... m-m-my..." BA-BUMP. "... m-my marefriend." For some reason, saying it like that felt like it somehow solidified it within his own mind; he had a Special Someone. It wasn't just wishful thinking, nor a fantasy from a novel, nor a case of him fooling himself - he had actually admitted it directly. Whether or not Or-MYSTIC would accept it, he was almost electric with anticipation of her reaction. His reaction wouldn't have been lost on Bloom for a moment; it was practically her namesake in action, right in front of her. At any rate, the lot of them - Dax, Mystic, Blitz and Bloom all began to follow a different path that the young stallion pointed out to them; one that led towards the hallowed resting place of the Blackwaters... And something more, as they would soon discover... @Blitz Boom Ziggy knew the sound of a scream when she heard one. Not only that, it was close - as in, right here in Shed Row; it sounded as if it had come from the direction of Shed #6, #7 or #8 - and it had been a shriek of pure horror.

An open stance? Then why hide at all, if the nation was so much more accepting than his own home was... something's not adding up, here. Not for the first time, Dax wondered about the differences between Equestria and Troy... and the eerie similarities, as well. That, combined with the propaganda - from both sides - that seemed to be a lot of presentation, and Dax was beginning to wonder whether or not it was somewhere within those similarities that maybe, just maybe, there was something that could be used to reach them both. To help things cross-over from something as awful as war, to something more akin to Harmony's ideal. To bridge the gap that might even be understandable enough to reach Princess Celestia herself. It was a thought he stored away in his head for later review; I'm here to enjoy the music, and that's what I want to focus on. And changelings. I simply want to focus on the wonderful music, and the friendly changelings. ... and Oracle. Okay, I want to focus on the music, changelings, and Oracle. Right. He stopped thinking about it before he thought of anything else to add to the list. His heart measured every centimeter between them, eager to lessen that number to zero. Dax found himself interpreting the lyrics for the first song, seeing the first verse as himself, while the second spoke to him of Illiad, and the two of them walking together as the song progressed. Then, oddly enough, his own father came to mind as the last verse came forth, his balcony the proverbial window mentioned in the melody. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, not quite falling yet, but speaking of his heart, where he could see these things as plain as night, and as clear as a Blackwater emerald. The second song began, and for some reason, Dax could see a tiny, newborn Oglevy - in fact, the very day he came home with Mother from the hospital. He'd been a tiny bundle of fur with rather awkwardly large, fluffy wings, but all little Daxter could see was a new and amazing ball of wonder. His mental picture then made up a montage of images from his own memories, particularly focusing on all the times he tried to teach Oggie how to fly. Even without wings of his own, Dax had encouraged the little blue foal to spread his wingspan; he'd laid on his back, holding the tyke in the air above him to let him pretend to fly... then, a bit older, using his forelegs to demonstrate flapping, making the little foal laugh at the sight... later, young Dax and toddler Oglevy, wearing goggles and preparing to leap from the top of a stack of crates, Chuck List standing nearby with mattresses lining the ground around them... Then, as the song reached the final verse, he saw the moment he remembered so well: the day Dax had found his little brother on the roof of Blackwater Manor, about to leap out to take his first actual flight... and being terrified. Dax's words, lost in the music but communicated all the same through his expression, encouraging him to believe in himself, and that he was SURE Oggie could do it. His Father would have demanded Oglevy down, while Mother would have had a screaming fit - but Dax knew this HAD to be the moment, and gave Oglevy that boost of courage needed for him to take that leap from the rooftop - the seven second heart attack that Dax nearly had - then the burst of pure happiness as Oglevy soared up from below, whooping a victory cry as he took to the air for the very first time, early for his age, thanks to Dax's love for him. By the time the second song ended, Dax was crying; in fact, he was desperately trying not to sob out loud for a second or three before pulling himself together and giving his own applause. Dax Blackwater had always been quite sensitive, but part of the benefit of such was being able to simply submerge himself in the pure emotion of the memories, and feel them again as if for the first time - in some cases, with older and wiser eyes... such as this happy string of memories of his annoying, exasperating, and wonderful little brother. He had to get Oglevy something really special while he was in Troy. Dax's heart fluttered again, and he smiled at her with a touch of excitement in his (somewhat still puffy) eyes. "Are you kidding me? You bring me here to this fantastic place, with all this structure and form that looks so different than what I've seen before, and you didn't plan on showing me around?" He laughed. "Of course I wanna see it! I've counted no less than sixteen different historical architectural influences in the designs, and that's just from what I've seen so far! I wanna see more of how each unique changeling design pattern moulds and reimagines structures like that! It's so cool!" Dax looked over to and smiled at Illiad. I hope he's having as much fun as I am.

I suppose it's that time again... here you go, forums: ... okay, no, seriously...

Gonna reply this weekend - sorry for the delay.

I performed in a few school plays, but the one role that stands out the most was a minor bit part - playing Nikola Tesla. I was, what, nine?... and we were doing a play about Thomas Alva Edison, called 'The Electric Sunshine Man', and I was one of the laboratory assistants; the teacher told me I was Tesla - now, do realize, this was WAAAAAAY before folks knew the truth about Edison & Tesla, so the whole play was centered around Edison. Also understand that this play was a BIG deal for my teacher, who was known to be a bit of a perfectionist, so he'd been VERY PARTICULAR with us, and had it drilled into our heads that this had to go off without a single, solitary hitch. And he was one of those guys who was really nice... until you pissed him off, when he became the guy who *seethes* at you for the rest of the day if you hit a wrong note or forgot a line. My role was to stand on center stage as the teacher narrated (from Edison's point of view), and I quote 'play with the stuff we have as a lab onstage'. What we had were a number of beakers, tubes, bottles and such, along with some baking soda and a cupful of vinegar... Yes, those of you who know of the combination of those last two items have an idea of what's coming. Right as it got to the section with my line, I decided this 'Telsa' fellow whom I'd never heard of was going to be an innovator (the irony, I know)... so, I sprinkled some baking soda into the biggest beaker we had there, and just as I said my ONLY line- "And we just kept going, day and night, to find the one thing we were missing!" (in reference to the creation of the light bulb) -and poured the entire cupful of vinegar into the beaker, and PROMPTLY put the cork in it. Which stayed put for all of three seconds, before shooting off with a rather loud >POOMP!< sound and sailing across the auditoruim, all the way to the back, where it struck a trophy case (and almost cracked the glass). The audience was highly amused, and I got a number of laughs; my teacher looked like he wanted to strangle the life from my scrawny body... but the 'on with the show' rule saved my hide that night. We got grand applause for the performance, but my teacher pulled me aside afterwards to ask what happened. I told him I was just tying to look 'science-y', and that I didn't think it would have done THAT. He seemed irritated with me, but I was NINE, for crying out loud... and he knew it. He was obviously upset with me, but he didn't yell at or belittle me; he told me to think before I acted next time, and to practice any stunts I wanted to try BEFORE the night of the big play. Since then, I had a few more roles, but none of them stuck out to me like that one did... especially, years later, when it became common knowledge about how Telsa had contributed to the scientific world. And to think - the teacher called me Tesla, and I ended up disrupting the Edison play. Spiritual revenge, maybe? I'll accept it. Makes the role that much more interesting, to me.