"Agh. Alrighty. Thank you." He grabs the ID card and hands it to Raven. "See what you can make of that, then. I can't tell what it does, but it definitely does something fancy."

Raven unclipped the pouch that held the drugs, and gave it to Sam as the old man took the card in turn.

"Take what you need to make it happen, leave me the rest. Now, let's see if any body's home..."

The bird held the card up in the fingers of a non-taloned hand; he did this so if there was a spirit in this object it wouldn't feel scared and there by more likely to talk. The Spirit mage focused on the item, and started to sing.

"I have found something new,
Little card speak to me.
Bringing words of wisdom,
Let it be."

The drugs in the bag where nothing peticularly remarkable, potent weed and cocane from Vietnam that was interlaced with quentesence in a peculiar way that seamed to make the concoctions stronger.

After taking his time to observe exactly how the three ingredients are combined, Sam carefully takes a tiny bit of each plant and puts them in a corner of the arrangement he was setting up, dribbling a bit of blood on each to coax them into full-grown plants in an instant.

(there not mixed up unless Raven did)

The plants react well to the magics and bloom quite healthy. Raven had seen some mystics do this sorta thing on Earth, they were practically worshiped in the wasteland, but it had been some time. Most of the plants he saw were synthetic or grew on some farm full of green-thumbed wonders thousands of miles away months ago before they got to him. It had been years sense he had seen a plant grow, particularly growing through most of it's life cycle in a few seconds.
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Raven was very impressed at what Sam was doing, but he had his own half of this deal to complete. He tried another song.

"Hello card, my old friend.
I'm here to talk to you again.
Because a vision softly creeping,
Of a butterfly that was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Said this creature would speak again."

Making a communion with the spirit was easy, communicating with it was a bit harder. It did not speak or understand any form of speech but was simple minded creature full of instinct, ideas, imagery. Thankfully Raven had for a time embraced his bird like nature and was more in touch with his instinctual nature than most people were. Huh, no wounder fera and primal shaman in touch with nature had an easier time with these sorta things. (Charisma + Primal Urge is the best stats for this he has, with no enigmas or empathy ratting)


The fetish blank ID card was a wondrous and simple but amazing blind of ancient shamanistic magics and modern technology. In it's sublime simplicity and subtle blind of ways so far separate from each-other, it was almost a work of art.
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Once the plants are grown, Sam takes some of each and works it back into the form he borrowed, shaping it as necessary and concentrating ambient magical energy into it. He works on this until there's more in the pouch than there was to start, and leaves the plants growing so that he can make more later, too.

He then waits patiently for Raven to finish with the card before handing the pouch back.

The Spirit mage thought on what he saw, and decided to experiment with different ways of communication. For his first try, the vet attempted to use images since that was how the spirits of his weapons talked to him. He concentrated on the tiny creature attached to the card, and pictured several things in his mind for it to see. The fighter did these one at a time, and spent several minutes on each to give the little spirit time to understand.

First, he focused on himself flying a ship, and added the word 'pilot' in large block letters. Then, he imagined himself working on a machine. To this, the word 'mechanic' was attached. The old bird decided to go all out, and showed the being Raven riding up to the fancy city above Hades, and the words 'clearance approved'. He attempted to give the impression he worked for the Luci Corporation, and had a $500,000 charge account covered by them. The thrill seeker saw in his mind's eye himself walking around freely with his weapons, and imagined he had the security clearence to do that where ever here he wanted to go. He gave the butterfly the name Raven, and expressed this single word was his legal name and backed by the company he had invented. Finally, he relayed the image of the being making a card with his picture.

The mage wasn't being greedy, he was testing to see how much, if any of this, actually got through to the creature.

The communication barrier was a problem but trial and error was really all Raven had. After a few tries the spirit seamed to get an idea of what the mage was trying to do.


Sam is able to draw energy from outside the ship into the plant, though he had never done anything like this before it seamed a simple thing really. He didn't know if he had done it right or not, but the patterns looked close enough that he was sure enough to hand it over.

Raven allowed himself to once more notice Sam, and put a request before him.

"Can you find me a card reader? I need to test this, to see if my meddling did anything or not."

"I believe your power glove is capable of scanning a card" Lucy chimed in, and she was right the unit Raven got let him scan ID card and cred chips.

"That would sure solve the problem, if I happened to have it with me. As it stands, I left it here with my pack and such. Didn't see a need for it where I was going."

"I was getting it for you, takes time to move things around in me... I apologize." Your pack arrives shortly there after.

Raven blinked, then picked up his old school multi-tool. As he fixed it to his wrist, fitted the eye piece on his head, plugged the two together and fired up the device, the bird spoke out loud to the ship.

"That was a really cool trick, color me impressed. Hope you don't mind, but our monk friend seemed to be under the impression we could hitch another ride with you. If that's good for you, just move my pack to a spare room for me please. Thank you, Luci."

Once all was set, Raven scanned the card with his multi-tool and waited to see what information showed up, if any.

"No, we talked about it."

The scan came up with an error and reported it was not a valid ID, no information. It seamed it was currently as blank as it looked, save for the spirit inside and the card reader wasn't made to pick that up.
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Raven swore under his breath, and looked to Sam.

"OK, here's what I got; this blank ID card has a spirit in it, and because of this said card can transform to be any ID with whatever information you want on it. The downside is though I thought I figured out how to talk to the spirit, the card registers as still blank. If you don't mind me holding onto it, I'll see what I can find in the Info-sphere and see if I can get this doodad working right."

The old druggie was quick to reclaim his stash, but he did give a nod of thanks to the other man.

"I would hate to interject, but if it would attempt to duplicate something that would pass for another card in a scan, I do not see how it could fool a scanner off a simple description regardless of how detailed it was."

"I don't suppose you have any ideas on how to get working do you, Luci?"

"What if you gave it a card to copy? All the info would be there, that way."

"I see no technological means of scanning an example but it dose stand to reason it would need one."

"OK, so is there a spare blank ID card laying around somewhere?"

"Why do you need a blank ID?"

"I want to see what it will do with it, if anything. Trial and error is all I got at this point."

"I do not have blank but I have fairly good fake or two. "  after a moment some ID cards are risen up on a small table. They where for that strange blue captain chick.