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"Fine then, my little blue friend. I will buy 2 inners at 15 kilocreds each, an outer for 25 kilocreds, and if you will sell me a sol/mercury conjunction for 50 kilocreds I will buy one as well. That is of course with a buyback deal but I am willing to put the money down now."

Norbit agree's and with help from his assistant gets you the program and all the maps together.

You now have 74,828c on you.

Michael nodded to the thing, entering his authorisation for the credit transaction, talking as the bank confirmed. "Business aside now, anything interesting going on? Or are we done today?" He pocketed his chip and glanced around the booth.

<IT IS USEFUL TO KEEP IN TOUCH> His assistant gives you a cheep pad with information on how to get a hold of him in a few places, as well as a place he frequents on the web.

He raises the pad in thanks. "Thank you, I will review it at my leisure. If that is all, I best return to my stall hopefully this is the start of a profitable partnership." He stands up, shifting his weight onto his staff and starts making his way back to his stall, the datapads tucked firmly under one arm.

After a while of being back some one dose ask what it is exactly your selling out of curiosity.

I smile and open my catalogues to random pages. "Mainly jewellery sir, its my speciality, but in truth I can work with most metals, as you can see from the sign, I do sketches and paintings, custom engravings and printing plates, I copy documents and images. Are you looking for a gift or something for yourself?"

He seams a little confused, it's odd to have some one offering so much and not having any of it out. "um... well can you show me any images of the jewelery you have done?"
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Michael parts his arms, showing the catalogues. "Just look through these, though if you tell me who it is for I can suggest a few things."

(what kinda stuff has he done?)

He looks through for a bit, talking after a minute while he keeps on looking. "sooo... how is this meant to work anyway with you not having anything here?"

"As you can imagine, such objects are too valuable to carry on me, those that I have in stock can be fetched with just a few minutes wait, though some examples will take some time to assemble." I look up at him with a friendly smile. "Who do you have in mind? Sister, mother, lover?"

He just sighs some "what about a CoD?"

"Of course, no money changes hands until I can present the goods, if you want them shipped to an address however, I will require payment up front, along with the postage and insurance costs" Michael lowers his hand to his damaged thigh, rubbing it firmly. "So come on, you must have a gift in mind."

He sighs some "Well I can't be sure I'll be able to pick them up, sorry" he says and moves on.

Michael gets up, and limps after the man, his staff striking the floor. "That is no reason to walk past the finest jeweller on the station when you are looking for a gift sir! I am sure we can work out something suitable. The shipping rates for such items are quite reasonable, as they weigh little and I can promise you that you will have to travel a long way to find someone a match for my skill."

He looks like he feels a little sorry for the way you limp after him, but still... "Look, I'm sorry I just can't afford to pay in advance when there isn't any guarantees. I mean if I don't get anything mailed do me all I'll have is the information from your banking card and it could be false for all I know. You can't expect people to trust you on your word with some of the low lives hawking stuff on stations."

"Sir, I am offended that you would think so low of me, I am a skilled artisan, why don't you at least come back and have a look and see if there is anything suitable. We can worry about payment and delivery when we find something you like." Michael moves round the man, guiding him back towards the booth. "I provide a service as much as a product, and I could not live with myself if I do not do my utmost to see that your special someone is given something they will love and treasure."

He sighs "I did see some earings I liked, if you could have them sent CoD to my home I would be happy to buy them, but I just can't sit around for you to put them together or fetch them"

"We might be able to come to an agreement, if you just point out the ones you like in my catalogues, and we can talk about price" Michael moves back behind his table, opening the catalogue to show the earnings. "</DarkBlue>I can also personalise them if you want, different stones, different metal, whatever you want.</DarkBlue>"

Hums thinking some pointing to a blue stone earing "can you make the metal on those turn red or give them a read coating?"

"I have some copper, would that be red enough for you? It requires a bit more maintenance than gold, as it will corrode unlike the true metal. Or I can use a rose gold if you want something a bit more expensive, though I must say it is worth the extra expense, it is a truly fine metal and used to be quite popular in Russia back on Earth." He flicks through the book, showing examples of both metals.

"You can't just change the color?" he sighs and hums "how much would the rose gold cost?"

Michael smiles conspiratorially "Not without magic sir, and it is, frankly, easier just to make some more out of another metal. 18kt rose gold will cost about," He pauses to think for a fraction of a second. "12% more than the equivalent in yellow gold. It takes skill to alloy them and the demand is higher than for yellow gold"

"That's fine, I live here on the station... you think you can have it shipped to me with in a few days... I wire the money then." A CoD was available with any banking chip, it cost a little more but it was personable.

He has picked out something along these lines:


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Michael looked at the pair chosen, "I think I can have those done for you quite quickly, and I am sure I can manage the CoD, I should be around the station for a bit more, so delivery should be quite prompt. Shall we say, 120kilo?"

His eyes widen and he rubs the back of his neck, that was almost as much as he paid for his wedding ring. He takes out a banking chip of his own bring the screen up on it to go over his assets some, and crunch some numbers while mumbling to himself. "I don't know..." After a bit he nods some "Yah I guess I can manage to squeeze that by, here" He takes one of your pads and puts all his information down into it so you can ship the pair to him when you are done with it.
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"Trust me sir, it will be worth every credit, and who can put a price on affection." Michael takes the pad, glancing at it and putting it aside. He went through the details with his customer, setting up the CoD transaction. Once the customer was dealt with he collected up his belongings to transport back to his ship, wanting to get a start on the work tonight.

8 successes a truly flawless setting and design.

3 EXP and the end of day 1
It is now 11 days until the auction.

Michael set down his tools, and rested his eyes. He always lost track of time when he started working on a piece. He looked down at the little bits of Russian Gold and sapphire on the bench. Perfect in every way he could think. "I hope he is pleased with them, he got a great deal." He muttered to himself before locking them in the safe for the night.

He slept in the next morning, having been kept up late last night. After his morning rituals he retrieved the ear rings and carefully boxed them, he might as well drop them off himself, and stepped out of his shuttle to make the delivery.

The man isn't home when you get there, no one answers the door, bad timing it seams.

Pulling out a scrap of paper, Michael carefully scribed a not. Sir, I have completed your comission, though no one was in, I will call again this evening. - MH He pushed the note through the door and headed back to his ship, picking up his books and heading to his booth.

Rather uneventful day, everyone seams to be getting ready. People don't seam to like the fact you don't have anything set up there with you and your not the most charismatic person in the world. However your skill dose manage a small sell or two mear trinkets. You come out 10,429c richer after a few hours and you sell one of the interplanet maps for 30k... some one didn't know of norbit or just didn't like dealing with the umbrood.
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After the day's business, Michael once again head off to the address of yesterday's customer, taking his time due to his damaged leg. He taps on the door with his staff before leaning heavily on it.

The guy answers the door this time. "Ah man" He quickly slides out and shuts the door. "I wish you hadn't left that message, I hate lying to my wife... but it's good to see you, did you bring it with you?" He says while fishing out his banking chip.

Michael pulls the box out of his pocket, carefully opening the lid to let the customer have a look at his work, tilting it slightly so the light caught the stones correctly. "Can I suggest having deliveries made to your workplace in the future then sir?" Michael took the banking chip and completed the transaction, checking his account before handing the box over. "If you are pleased with the work, please consider coming to me again, and tell people where you got them."

(i'll consider you made 75k profit off it considering how good the rolls were making it that's like 160% profit, woot.)

He happily pays but quickly stashes the box, apparently his wife is home at the moment. "That, that's a good idea... don't worry I'm sure she will tell everyone"

The station rocks and the lights flicker some, a warning coming up over the intercom. "There is a minor security breach on the promenade, for your own safety please stay inside and avoid the promenade till further notice"

The guys eyes widen a little "Thank you but you should probably hurry home, that dose not sound very good."

"Indeed, depending on how it goes I might not be on the station for much longer. Have a good day." Michael starts to make his way back to his ship, getting a good way there before his curiosity gets the better of him, and he adjusts his course, heading towards the disturbance.

(you know the bad guys or good guys are when the sirens go off and they run to the trouble lol.  You can move to Kairos' page he's there checking things out)

Waking up to a brand new day you find a message for you to meet up with everyone at 4pm at a hotel. Things are just as hectic as they were before the explosion, part of the promenade is closed off as they scan for the N-1, but other than that and the crowd the auction has drawn nothing seams all that out of ordinary.

You do have a rather interesting message though.





Dear Valued Customer,

   We received word from one of our many freelancers that you are from Europe, this is quite interesting to us and could make both of us money. If you would be willing to submit memory scans of any unusual creatures, lifeforms, monsters, items, artifacts, locations, or the like you have encountered we would be willing to give you a fair compensation for anything that we use. As well as being paid any time we use one of your scans for making avatars, items, or to formatting a sector. We are looking for anything are designers haven't seen before and are willing to pay for information on the behavior and visuals of anything out of the ordinary. If your submission is used as inspiration you will receive modest credit and credits. Should your submission be used as a base then you will be credited in the products description and you will receive a much higher commission. If you are interested or would like more information please contact me.


                                                                         WYSIWYG,
                                                                         Savy Spice
                                                                         Astounding Avatars & Ect.

Michael saved the message, tagging it to check in on later in case he needed some easy money. He flicked through his sketchbooks over breakfast, yesterday's events had made him consider once again the need for some personal protection, and a gun probably wont suffice.

After many minutes he set the books aside and drew his stylus from his pocket, and rummaged around for a sheet of scrap paper, sketching out a brand new design. The central device was a hermetic pentacle and the name מיכאל. He kept the designs standard, rather than using his usual techniques. The design called for gold, naturally, though he nodded to his previous work, specifying red gold.

He folded the paper up and tucked it into his robe along with his stylus before pausing and grabbing a pawn of his solar tass as a sample before heading out his ship and towards the artisan district, looking for another of his order.

You were able to find one after a bit of searching that specializes in personal protection, however it's mostly shielding accessories rather than offensive devices. He dose however have on display part of the shattered hilt of a sword of mars.
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Michael limped into the shop, and walking over to the mage, taking a quick look at the sword hilt as he passed. "Good morning brother, I have this feeling that in times like these it would do well to go armed." He pulled the sketch out. "Might you be free to take up a commission?"

He hums a little "What kind of commission are we talking about?"

"A talisman." Michael held out the paper showing the sketch. "I will naturally provide the object to be empowered, and the necessary will, I just have need of help when it comes to the actual empowering. Do you think this design would be suitable?"

What is it you are trying to create?

He hums looking over the diagrams. "So you need the work of a master crafts man. I usually only make charms, periapts, and protective artifacts. However I can help you with this. If you are willing to work with me, supply the materials and tass (yah figures a OoH will still call it tass hehe) I'll lower my regular fee considerably."

Michael pulled the crystalline sunlight from his pocket, offering it for inspection. "I have this as well as some trading tass, and I can provide more vis if needed. Would you accept payment in the form of a like ring? My jewelry is of the highest quality."

He sighs looking over the tass. "This is barely enough tass for what you wish made, we can't put energy through from ourselves as we instil your essence into this." He shakes his head sitting down "This is my living here. I tell you what though, we are brothers of the same order so if you make this item yourself and purify it on your own, inscribe your true name into it with a bit of your self then that will cut down on the time I will have to close shop. If all goes well you can help me cut some blue jade I acquired... if your skilled as you say you are, I could use the help to make sure it's cut properly."

"Jade is of no difficulty, and I will have no problem helping with that. I will return with the item when it is complete, if not today, then tomorrow." Michael leaves the shop and heads back to his ship, grabbing a sandwich and coffee on the way back, intending to get a few hours of work done on the ring before the meeting later.

It takes almost 3 hours but you finish up with quite the impressive work.
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Michael leans back and lets his eyes relax, feeling quite drained already, and the talisman was only half way done. He glanced at the clock to see how long it had taken, pleasantly surprised he rubbed his eyes and stood up, leaning quite heavily on the desk as he did so, the hours of non-movement painfully cramping up his leg. He collected up the sheets of paper containing his notes and ideas  and carefully ignited them from his burner before dropping them into a ceramic dish, making sure they burned up fully. He gathered his tass into a satchel and slipped the ring on. Still warm from being in his hand for hours, and it already felt quite natural to be there.

It was too late before the meeting to finish the work, so Michael moved over to the wall housing his library, picking out one on general hermetic theory to meditate on before he needs to leave.

forgot about purification...

did roles for it, purification of the ring was successful.

Michael gets the message that the meeting will start soon.

Michael rolls the scroll back up and limps over to the rack, returning it to its place before picking up his staff and making his way to the hotel, giving himself plenty of time to reach the place.

Red lights flash through the station.

Warning: explosive device detected.

This is followed by the sound of an explosion from near the temple, and the station shaking some. (like from a minor earth quake)

Michael sighed, regretting making the decision to set up shop here in the hopes of siphoning off some of the extra money coming in from the auction. This station was going to hell riding on the back of a detonator. Best not to think about what these shocks were doing for the structural integrity, and hoping that the sons knew what they were doing when they got the place. He swung round, heading towards the blast.  Quickly forming a spell to identify any more explosives.

move to main thread as everyone is coming together