Like finding (or in this case, buying) an old lover

[BlackAndBlueEyes]

I've spent countless nights lying awake after scraps in the Citadel, wondering why I was always coming up short. I was--am--one of the best hand-to-hand fighters alive today. But apparently fists aren't enough; especially when you have shadow tentacle brats, superbitches, masters of magnetism, and gods know what else throwing spells and illusions at you when you can only throw fists.

My tinkering can only do so much for me. Lugging all that heavy shit halfway across town just for an afternoon beatdown wasn't really worth the time or effort. Even my designs for a wrist-mounted flamethrower required strapping two heavy copper tanks to my back, and then walking a good hour through the winding, busy streets of Radasanth.

And then it hit me.

My fifty foot length of delyn cable was collecting dust in my bedroom, next to my knuckledusters, throwing knives, and twin delyn daggers with some sweet spidersilk-wrapped hilts.

And here I am, giving life to all these nifty little toys with my new abilities and knowledge, while this all just sits there!

Why the hell aren't I experimenting on what I already have?!

I immediately rushed into my lab and tore apart my texts and notes, searching for the proper alchemic rune that would allow me to control my wires telekinetically, as I could before I made the deal with that demon for all my fun new tricks (which aren't proving to be very useful in the heat of battle). I spent a good hour making sure I had every single dot and dash correct for the rune, and then noted that I didn't have the materials necessary to actually emblazon it onto my cable. Shit, this means it's time for a trip to the bazaar.

I bolted upstairs, grabbed my coin purse and cable off the dresser, and then ran into the streets of Radasanth.

Soon after, I had rushed to my favorite alchemy shop, with a list of ingredients in hand. I burst through the door, causing my fellow alchemist who ran the joint to jump in surprise. "You! Sell me! List of items! Alchemic rune! Breakthrough!" I slammed the list of hastily-scrawled ingredients I'd need on the table in front of him." He old man picked it up, adjusted his glasses, and began browsing it.

I undid the clasp that kept my black sifan cloak around my shoulders, folding it neatly and setting it on the counter. "Look, I'm pretty sure I'm asking for quite a lot... I'm not exactly loaded at the moment; so I'd be willing to pawn off this cloak to help pay for the ingredients."

"Here's what I'm looking to do." I produced the coiled delyn cable and slammed it onto the counter as well. "I need the stuff on that list in order to mix into an alchemic mixture so I can use it to write a rune onto this cable. Do you have everything on that list in stock?"

Here's what I'm looking to do with the rune:


The rune will be placed at the exact halfway point on the cable, where it will rest against Madison's spine in thread where she has the cable with her (with the remaining length wrapped around both of her upper arms, natch)
The rune will allow Madison to control the cable with her thoughts from a range of forty feet
The cable can move through the air three times as fast as the average fit human being (in line with her abilities to build and operate constructs as listed in her profile)
The cable is able to push, pull, and lift with three times the strength of an average fit human being (in line with her abilities to build and operate constructs as listed in her profile)


Upon the completion of the transaction, I would also like to run with the assumption that Madison has gone through the process of etching the rune onto the cable herself, which she is fully able to do.

[Aurelianus Drak'shal]

Gerunt looked up at the whirlwind of energy that tore into his shop, eyes wide, limbs flailing wildly, more than a touch of mania fuelling her movements.

He sighed inwardly with a familiar patience, born of many dealings with Miss Madison Freebird. He looked to his assistants and shooed them away from the girl, giving his favourite customers face-time with himself. He adjusted his specs on the bridge of his nose, listening patiently to the woman's tirade, he waited for the ever-present list she provided and as it slammed down on the table, startling more than a few of the customers in his store.

He held up a wrinkled hand, to give himself time to read over it and do some mental calculations.

Thayne bless the girl, but she always brought in a decent amount of business.

His mouth had barely opened before Madison undid the beautiful piece of tailoring around her shoulders, throwing it down in a neatly folded pile next to the list.

"Alright, dear, remember to breathe," he smiled patiently, raising a placating hand to cut off any more outbursts from the all-too-clearly excited alchemist. "Alright, alright, let me see here.."

He looked around his shop, thinking about the materials required. But, he knew Miss Freebird's usual practices, and he knew she would do the actual work herself. Still, gold was gold.

"Well, my dear girl, as always you make my job a challenge. But, for what you require, it will cost you one thousand, six-hundred and fifty gold sovereigns."

Madison made to open her mouth, but he cut her off with his small grin, hidden under his snow-white whiskers.

"That is, Madison, including a very nice discount from your wonderful cloak."

[BlackAndBlueEyes]

"Gerunt, you're such a sweetheart," I said with a grin. "Done!"

I tore through my canvas messenger bag for my coin purse as the kind old man began gathering my supplies. I divvied up enough gold from my savings in order to pay him. In a rush of excitement, I quickly but carefully grabbed the components and delyn cable off the counter, set them into my bag, and with a "thank you" and a wave goodbye, I was out the door and on my way back to my lab to write some runes.

Oh gods, this was going to be so much fun!!

[Aurelianus Drak'shal]

Transaction Complete

1650 GP to be deducted from BlackAndBlueEyes' account.

[Lye]

Gold has been deducted.

Transaction COMPLETE!