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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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"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."