“Metals, huh?
Kinda like this. . ?”
She had a log on her stand, then it would disappear, and a sheet of titanium replaced its spot.
For the average human, they'd age a few years, but for Wai, the affects were miniscule.
Kinda like this. . ?”
She had a log on her stand, then it would disappear, and a sheet of titanium replaced its spot.
For the average human, they'd age a few years, but for Wai, the affects were miniscule.
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“ …𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅. ”
She gently reaches into the sleeve of her coat. Several leather swips and metal clicks were heard, and she pulls off her prosthetic gauntlet, leaving a stump where it was. She places the limb on the counter.
“ 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅? ”
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Hmm, perhaps. . .your name, your purpose, what you strive for in life first, how about that?
Then, we can discuss payment.”
“ ˢᵗʳⁱᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱⁿ ˡⁱᶠᵉ? ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ʰᵃʳᵛᵃʳᵈ? ”
She leans back and scratches the back of her short hair her biological arm.
“ 𝖴𝗁𝗁… 𝖨’𝗆 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋. ”
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She hovered over a bolt with a finger tip, turning it to mythril, then another one.
“Payment. . .
Hmm. . .
Two favors of my choice, and you hold onto this.”
A stone with four runes engraved was offered by her free hand.
She grasps the object in her palm, with a somewhat hesitant look.
“ …𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗌? 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌. 𝖨𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 ‘𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾’, 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌… ”
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Anyways, no. It's a tool to instantaneously transoort items to me.
Any weapons or materials not too common, you can send to me.
I'll develop new things, more product for everyone, material too.”