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ten_fwd2014-10-28 01:48 pm
magicsprice) wrote in ten_fwd2014-10-28 01:48 pm
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4th Contract [Ten-Forward]
After the fiasco in the Holodeck with Henry, Gold had briefly kept himself to his rooms himself, but since he's getting tired once more of seeing the same walls day in and out there he's decided to once again haunt the lounge.
He ignores the chess boards today, instead he finds himself an empty table and sits down at it, laying what looks like a couple of pretty sizable skeins of solid gold chain from a distance, though upon closer inspection it's actually thread. The man keeps an ear open to listen to the random gossip that might happen around him, one never knows when something dropped in gossip might actually end up useful later on, but the majority of his attention is on actually weaving the gold into various pieces of jewelry.
It's far from easy, fortunately he has tools to help him with the manipulating of gold into the form he desires it to take. He could do this far easier with magic, but he needs something to occupy his time and hands with and thus seems as good a task as any. Perhaps it might help him think of just what else he's to do with himself here aboard this ship, beyond haunt the small area he's allowed to move around in.
The lack of any business to take part in, to distract himself with is taking its toll. Maybe he can turn his creations here into a form of business, though without currency, he'll need to think of just what sort of barter system he'll put into place for payment.
As the time passes, soon the table is decorated with golden bracelets, necklaces, armbands as well as a few rings. He might add ornament to his pieces eventually, but for now they're rather simplistic in that they're merely woven gold and nothing else.
He ignores the chess boards today, instead he finds himself an empty table and sits down at it, laying what looks like a couple of pretty sizable skeins of solid gold chain from a distance, though upon closer inspection it's actually thread. The man keeps an ear open to listen to the random gossip that might happen around him, one never knows when something dropped in gossip might actually end up useful later on, but the majority of his attention is on actually weaving the gold into various pieces of jewelry.
It's far from easy, fortunately he has tools to help him with the manipulating of gold into the form he desires it to take. He could do this far easier with magic, but he needs something to occupy his time and hands with and thus seems as good a task as any. Perhaps it might help him think of just what else he's to do with himself here aboard this ship, beyond haunt the small area he's allowed to move around in.
The lack of any business to take part in, to distract himself with is taking its toll. Maybe he can turn his creations here into a form of business, though without currency, he'll need to think of just what sort of barter system he'll put into place for payment.
As the time passes, soon the table is decorated with golden bracelets, necklaces, armbands as well as a few rings. He might add ornament to his pieces eventually, but for now they're rather simplistic in that they're merely woven gold and nothing else.
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Mostly though it's really shiny. And that will catch people's eye - even if they aren't a pirate.
"Wow," says Marika, bent over so that her face is level with the tabletop display, "You're really good at this."
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"Thank you."
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"My name is Marika. Marika Kato," she introduces her self after straightening up, "Do you do this a lot?"
In the lounge where people can interrupt, at all to keep skills up, that sort of thing.
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"This is the first time actually." That he's worked in public anyway.
Usually he does this sort of thing in the privacy of his own home or shop. However, since he's hoping to catch attention or drum up some sort of business, he's taken the step to move his work out into the public eye for once. Though just this end result part of it.
He'll be keeping his gold spinning behind closed doors. The fewer who know of that particular talent of his the better.
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If you make it complicated enough it's possible to hide flaw in materials and human error in the sheer mass of details. To have something look this good and be simple is another level of skill entirely.
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"Might I interest you in a piece?"
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It can't be cash. They don't use that here, and even if they did, well Marika has no accounts to draw upon.
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"Perhaps you can offer me some sort of service in trade for my skills?"
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"I'll do my best," she says taking a chair, "Feel free to stop me and I'll back up and try again. I grew up with Ririka managing spacecraft traffic patterns, so some things I'm just used to and might not think about."
She slides the thinner bracelet to one side but doesn't take it.
"What do you already know?"
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"I know that it has no horizon, it's endless darkness, and that somehow we're up in the sky, among the stars." A pause. "Oh, and somehow, it allows one access to other worlds."
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"All basically true," agrees Marika, "Every single star you can see there, is also a sun. Or more than one if they're close together, but that's not important right now. And it's dark because it's so big. Like having a tiny candle in a huge stadium, the size of it is too much for the stars to light up the way we're used to on a planet."
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"How can a sun also be a star?"
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He's not even going to bother thinking about the 'planet' mention, he doesn't really understand how it's possible to actually be up in the stars and yet be capable of traveling to other worlds without using magic to do it. He's half of the mind that the people running this ship are using magic and perhaps whatever magic they're using to traverse the stars enables them to seamlessly slip from one world to another without any obvious telltales when they did it.
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Probably.
"Mostly? For practical purposes if it's setting or rising makes the difference between day and night it's probably a sun in any conversation and a star otherwise. Unless you want to talk about it in relation to a given planet. Earth's sun is the star Sol, for example."
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"Ah." A beat. "Thank you for the information, I hope you enjoy the bracelet."
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She shrugs.
"I think there's a lot for everyone here to learn. Whether we want to or not."
Then she gives a bow goodbye. Sea of the Morning Star's Japanese settlers and holographic communicators did handshakes no favors.
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Yuna paused, trailing her finger along the rim of her glass. "This might sound strange but have we met before?"
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"I don't believe so. Perhaps you've merely seen someone who looked similar to me before?"
He wouldn't discount it, given there was apparently another world out there which held a man who could be in all counts considered a twin of his.
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"What are you doing?" Yuna was prying and she knew it but she didn't think asking would hurt anything.
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"Weaving." Only this weaving involved metal instead cloth, though he was rather capable of working with cloth just as well. "Do you like the results?"
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"I'll tell you what. I'll trade you a piece of your choosing, if you'll tell me why you thought we may have met before here and now on this ship. Call it an old man's curiosity, but I'd like to hear about it if you're willing to share."
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Yuna lightly tapped her chin as she thought. "I do recall that he had a shop though." She had seen him once or twice on the watch feeds as well.
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If he'd been faced with this prior to meeting the Henry on this ship and dealing with the mystery he presented, he might have thought she meant Storybrooke, despite it being more a town than a city and the fact he'd never seen her there...least not yet anyway. Still, if it was possible for two versions of him and his family to exist...it could be possible that the girl had run into that other version elsewhere.
"What was the name of this city that you were stuck in?"
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He inclined his head toward the collection of jewelry. "What would you like from my little collection here?"
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"Why don't you pick something out for me?"
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"I'll make you one special, you can watch. Might I ask your name?"
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"Its Yuna."
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Sinthia may have a slightly warped view of what constitutes beauty in some areas, but she does find the gold very pretty, simple enough to actually be wearable, if one is inclined to wear it. "Do you make all this out of the gold you spin?" she asks with the customary lack of introduction--many things she'd gotten used to while here, butt hat still isn't one of them.
She might be gravitating toward a simple woven knot on a length of thread. It's one of the less ostentatious things on the table at this point.
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He continued until he'd finished the small bracelet he'd been working on, setting it aside and looking over toward Sinthia with a small smile. "Would you like one?"
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"Might I put it on you?" He asked as he came around the table, fingers undoing the clasp he'd made for it as he moved toward her.
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"Are you sure it's free?"
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"There you go." He stepped back once he was finished and moved to step off to one side so he could look at how it hung from her neck. "How's the length? I can adjust it if need be."