May 02 11:45:51 107 PA - Proposition for the TW

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Tue May 02 11:45:51 107 PA.

About noon and the place is slow at the moment. Nemain tinkers at fitting together a crystal matrix. Several red orange agates are spread out on a chamious cloth on the counter. She could be working on the back room, but some of hte sounds coming from there show it might be in use for it's other function.

As Nemain tinkers away at her assorted projects, the door swings open as it's want to do. A large barrel-chested man makes his way into the shop, most of his bulk concealed under an equally large green cloak with elaborate trim. Sporting a rather dull beard, he pulls his hood back to reveal equally dull black hair, and eyes twinkling somewhere back in the folds of his skin. Stomping his way over to the counter he gives a wide smile, as he jovially inquires, "Nemain is it?"

Nemain quirks a snowy brow upwards at the address. She folds the chamois over the work to partially hide it before answering. "I believe I am still, yes." She offers a small smile in return to the wide one she's receiving. "How may we be of service?"

With a rather off putting chortle, the man extends a hand, "And I'm Jack. Word's made its way over to me that you may well be up for doing a bit of..." he leans in conspiratorially, there's even a wink, "Work on the side. Yes? Do you have a moment to go on a little walk?" He straightens back up, hands moving back into his pockets as he rocks slowly back and forth on his heels - his pasty skin jiggling with the motion.

Nemain's chin lifts a little at that. "I could in a few minutes. I have to wrap up what I was working on. But then I'm free for a bit." That said she reaches for and shifts the cloth with it's contents off the counter into a lock-box and shuts the lid on it. A small grin flashing as she slips the lockbox into it's storage, then straightens. "Now where to?"

As Nemain takes care of her work, Jack simply smiles, re-hooding himself as he goes to examine a few of the trinkets hidden behind glass, always slipping closer and closer to the door. Until the woman's ready, at which point he simply says overloud, "Out, out out! Perhaps the A quick jaunt through the park," and begins making his way along. "Now, I have two propositions to propose you, with your answers to the first greatly affecting your answers to the second part of the first, and ultimately the second."

Nemain hmms softly as she starts for the door. One hand reaching back to make certain her pistol is set right in the holster. Then she shrugs on her jacket and chuckles. "Ohh my. That's sounding like I should be asking for a ring before this is over with."

Another loud chortle, "Oh, I'm certainly flattered by the thought, but I'm afraid you're not my type - though a few gems may be quite in order." Jack adjusts his hood briefly as the move, before his hands slip back into his pockets, "Now, what I'm initially looking for, you see, is a set of brilliantly magical goggles. An Optics Helmet may work equally well, though I'm not sure just how much of the initial equipment you'd have to gut to put in the rest - but that's your department I suppose! Now, I would want it to be able to pick up on magic, to be able to see any invisible critters running about, as well as any other useful settings that might - well, be useful. To be able to toggle between them would be nice, as would the ability to have them all run simultaneously or in any other combination. Once activated I would like to be able to switch between things without further concentration or complication."

Nemain hmms softly at that. "The without further concentration would require a battery. How many vision settings would you want to be able to have active at a time? That will be a factor. Switching would probably have to be a physical toggle, I'm afraid. Rather like the multi-optics bands that are out there."

"Perfectly acceptable," Jack smiles brightly, "I'd rather like it to be rather more... tech-seeming, though since I'm thinking about it perhaps the goggles would be the way to go after all. I ask no details on the actual construction so far as you get it done, though if you could keep the infrared and an optical zoom intact that would be absolutely wonderful. I imagine two modes, with a zoom would be within limits."

Nemain mmms softly as she ticks things off on her fingers. "Infrared, zoom, see invisible, see magic, tech seeming. Alright.. How long did you want these effects to last? And you want it able to run two functions besides the zoom." A grin showing for a moment, "What other functions did you really want into it? That's so far a basic augumented optics-band."

Jack turns a slightly inappropriate grin to the woman from under his hood, moving to give her a slight ribbing with his elbow. "A woman after my own heart," he says with a chuckle, "but I would be more than content with that. The more number of optical possibilities you can add on, the better - perhaps a radio, perhaps an indicator to bring unnoticed and impending dangers to one's attention, perhaps a HUD with real-time combat analysis and targeting determination. Most of these things will drive up costs and energy usage, not to mention fragility. I'm looking for a device that will provide unrivaled visual awareness with low-maintenance, and be able to be used all day in inhospitable climates." He stops briefly, pulling to the curb, his cowled smile splitting wide to reveal dull yellow teeth. "Can you provide?"

Nemain hmms softly as she taps her lower lip in thought. "The all day would take energy from you, and would be expensive as well. Radio could perhaps be worked in fairly easily. Combat assistance would be impractical as it would require augmentation of the weapons as well. It also would make it stand out more. As for the early warning system? That I'm not sure of."

The grin remains for several moments before Jack turns to cross the street, moving much closer toward the park, "You asked what else I might like, and I provided. I am more than happy with a simple, broad-spectrum magically augmented optical system is fine. No need for radio, though the more different detection abilities, the more useful it shall be. And as for all day, I simply meant that it be feasible for, say, a field agent to be able to keep it running. And a low-profile and innocuous appearance is always a boon. Do you have any other pressing questions?"

Nemain crosses her arms lightly under what bust she can claim and cants her head. "How soon are you wanting it as I've several projects paid for and in processing right now. All projects need to be paid for prior to them getting put together."

"Certainly understandable. We haven't yet created a strong relationship built upon a foundation of mutual respect and dare I say friendship? I could hardly expect you to do me any special favours, though time is very much of the essence and I would be willing to pay a stipend to jump the queue, though I would understand if a woman of such fine qualities were to object to such a breach in protocol. In any case, I would rather need a quoted price before I could pay you it." As they arrive in the park, Jack begins pressing forward off the beaten path, bouncing slightly as he goes.

Nemain pauses at the edge of the path as she mulls over what the costs would be. Then shakes her head slightly before starting after the bouncy man. A small smile playing over her lips, "I'd have to sit down and chart out what would be needed for the item before I could quote a price for it. Though even with the current line-up it shouldn't be more than 3 to 5 days to get it." Her eyes flicking over the man as she mulls over somthing. "Cel sent you to me, correct?"

"She certainly passed words along, yes," Jack says brightly, not slowing down as the woman catches up. "But since time isn't an issue even with the queue, I suppose I can somehow convince myself to keep the money." And then he stops at a tree. There is a large rock nearby, jutting out of the ground. Taking an awkward seat, he sets his attention on Nemain. "Why do you ask?" he asks, cutting back to the other topic.

Nemain's lips quirk slightly, "Because such an item would be a very valuble tool for those in the trade of relieving others of their gains. They would also work miraculously for a front line trooper. Though if you wish to keep your money when any other perons in town would tell you two weeks minumum. That's alright."

Jack's hands go up defensively at the comment, a small chuckle, "I meant only the compensation for bypassing up the queue. I had no intention to shortchange you on payment for services rendered, or to take my business elsewhere - I was in fact intending to compliment you on your speed. I apologize for being unclear. And yes, it certainly is an amazingly useful and versatile item I'm asking for, isn't it?" He flashes another smile. "Do you have any questions I might be able to answer?"

Nemain shakes her head slightly, "Who do you want to pick up the quote tomorrow?"

"I'm quite capable of it, despite the look of this horrible little body of mine," Jack says brightly. "And now on to the second part of the first part: do you believe you would be fully able to create this without outside help? It's of no real dire importance that anything be kept secret, just a simple preference of mine."

Nemain chuckles softly, "Other than the gems needed and a few other technical items that need to be purchased, I cna do it all."

"Fantastic. That certainly keeps everything simple and direct." Jack shifts on the rock, one hand coming up on briefly to rub his beard as he clears his throat. "Which takes us, I suppose into the second part proper, though I suppose I should forewarn that plans at present are... in flux. How do you feel about Tolkeen?"

Nemain arches a brow at that. "They have deposited several groups here already. Last I heard they were having more than a bit of trouble with the Skull-heads."

"Yes. All well and true, but entirely off the point of your thoughts and opinions on them." Jack is all patience.

Nemain arches both brows up as she offers a wicked grin. "They are alright. I'd love to get my hands on some of their toys to dissect and try to get working for myself."

Nodding to himself underneath his hood, Jack's smile broadens, "General approval mixed with a healthy dose of self-interest. Wonderful. Now, if you don't mind the question, short of being able to make all sorts of wonderful devices, what would you say you're particularly adept at?"

Nemain blinks, then laughs. "Beyond the making of the toys? Piloting, perhaps. Or the reworking of those vehicles to toughen or convert them to less limited fuels."

Rising to his feet, Jack gives a shrug, "I believe for the time being we shall leave things with the optics. I'll be by tomorrow to verify the costs, and set everything rolling in motion. Beyond this, I think I'll leave the footwork to others. Shall I escort you back to your shop, madam?"

Nemain chuckles softly, "No, I think I'll swing by the burger shop since I'm out and get something besides noodles and instant tea. I'll look forward to you showing up tomorrow to pick up the quote."

"And I shall look forward to picking it up. Until then," Jack says before turning to walk out the way they arrived.

Nemain makes her way back to the path then heads off for burgers. Probably the first time she's been out of the shop in the last week.