Creator Merchant - RPLOG
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Date
25/5/477
Log
It's evening in the streets of Firmament, almost approaching midnight, but that's probably appropriate for what is happening at the moment. An enormous creator ship has landed on the fields beyond the city, the open grassland the only place close enough and yet large enough to accommodate its bulk. Unlike Jetstream's ship, though, this one is coldly functional and utilitarian: cold creator steel, sharp angles, a reinforced, corrugated hull. Even from the walls, one can see the broad letters painted on one side of the massive Creator craft: "UGMS Contact Light".
The Creators which emerge from this craft are quite the different lot indeed - although not quite uniformed, they still wear clothing of similar colour and make, mostly in grey and bearing a logo just above their breast. More importantly, though, they are carting - or rather, escorting their carts, which move without pushing or any external mathemagic. These trundle in a beeline towards the Creator Church, the Creators themselves appearing to want little to do with the natives - save for the last one to emerge from the ship. The fellow is rather corpulent, dressed in white rather than grey, and appeoars to be setting up some sort of...booth? In front of the church.
Siyu grunts as he manages to get away from the Freeswords in and talking about this Jetstream buisness, smoothing over his silks the rodent quickly maneks it back to the new creator landing! Two in one day, this is getting silly. Running a hand through his hair, making sure everything is in place he swishes his hips up to the latest arrivals. "Ah greetings and salutations again. Another group of creators, it's odd, we get two in one day, ahem, greetings greetings. I am Gang Xi Siyu, a pleasure to meet you." he pauses and clears his throat, "ah...while I greet you warmly I must ask what you are doing. That's quite a lot of gear that's...coming into our fair city. I do not think we have heard from the Paulson, or the Good King, about any such delivery of goods.
Valor ventures forth towards the curiosities that had drawn others to the creator ship. Having stopped to grab his more appropriate attire for appearing in the presence of Creators, he strode in a confident manner, interested in finding out what all the hubbub was about.
Cedric has been wandering around the area for a while still, a little after Jetstream and his crew had departed, just taking a nice walk in the light rain outside of the creator church as he contemplated recent events. And then the commotion of even more creators in strange clothing! Doing things! In the city! "Twice in one day, really?" the badger ponders to himself, aloud, before wandering over towards the booth curiously, nodding politely to Siyu in greeting.. "So, uh... you guys with that um... that 'Windflash Blast' guy or whatever his name was, or..?" he asks the creator at the booth, tilting his head inquisitively.
Issi peers at the creator tech being wheeled- er moved into the church. First Jetsleaze now this? He looked like a creator noble. Fat lot of help he'll be... But... He might have information. She sticks to her little perch above everything, enjoying the rain as it falls. She'll make her move when the time is right.
"It is not the delivery of goods, but rather, the promise of delivery of goods. But let me explain," the chubby creator answers. Indeed, he has one of those spherical devices which Jetstream's little tour group had, that handy little translator - amongst other things, which he has set up under the awning of his booth, out of the rain. "Oh, and his name is Parson. Paaarrson. Coming from you, the mispronounciation would be an endearing curiosity. From me...hah. He views merchants as a necessary evil.
"And that is why I am here today. Allow me to introduce myself - I am Johnathan Harkonson, trader and captain of the UGMS Contact Light. In exchange for adhering to his rules and regulations, Mr. Parson has granted me exclusive trading rights to and from PROMISE. Part of the agreement was helping to build the UNKNOWN that enables the wiring of money from your planet, as well as explaining to the locals what I am and am not allowed to do, amongst other things.
He turns to Cedric. "Jetstream, as he likes to call himself? He is an UNKNOWN and I never watch his UNKNOWN, his little pantomime. He is an...entertainer." Johnathan says the last with with a clear edge of disdain.
Siyu adjusts the silks upon his glove, "Well then I welcome you. I greet you, and offer you...well. I can only offer what I am capable of. I am a foreigner her. I have no power no posistion, all I am is a merchant and craft myself. Welcome brother, friend, creator." he bows again. "I hope we will treat each other right then." hoping for some bond of mutual purpose. "My understanding is imports from the creator worlds are highly limited and regulated." he glances at the devices, "I will have to suggest to the Good King that Mr. Parson let us know ahead of time when a creator is coming. It would be most benificial if the Good Kings representatives were hear with us..." he says, "Transfer of...funds? A transfer? Rather hard to transport this isn't it?" he inquires as he pulls out a fat gold 100 crown coin and idly runs it across hte back of his gloved hands.
The being with the black and white striped face nods to Johnathan as he moves a little closer. "An entertainer?" he asks, looking vaguely puzzled. He doesn't understand what the two words lacking translation mean, but the first one sounded pretty amusing, and gives him cause to chuckle anyway. "He was more asking us to entertain him and his 'viewers', whatever that means... I'm not sure what part of it was meant to entertain us..." he says to the portly, fleshy being.
"Right, they mentioned in court that there would be some exchange of currency. I hadn't thought to ask of specifics but you need..." he pauses, thinking for a moment as he taps his chin thoughtfully. "Some kind of 'thing' to... 'wire' money? I don't quite understand, I'm sorry. Could you explain it?" he says, glancing between the rodent's coin and the man.
Issi sits on her perch, watching the whole thing and listening in on the conversation. Well at least this creator was more agreeable, though she wasn't quite trusting of him either. A merchant can be just as dangerous as an 'entertainer'. She doesn't say anything though. She just watches. Maybe she could magic something over to her... Though it doesn't look like the Creators keep many physical goods.
Jera has been watching the affairs from afar, finally deciding to make his way over to the commotion once the crowd has thinned a little. He gives Jonathan a polite bow and a salute, smears of makeup still on his fur from hastily changed attire. "Trading, huh? Will we be getting more of your technology?" He has a certain disarmed fox in mind when he asks...
Selena makes her way through the bustle again - having visited the Saint's square far more than usual that day. Then gain, it wasn't quite the usual day either. "... I spend an hour sorting out some things at home and suddenly everyone outside is shouting 'Creators, creators' outside my window... I really hope the novelty wears off for these beings." She mutters over to Jera, looking over those present. "Ah. So this is the trader person." She notes to herself, having caught only part of their statement.
Another Creator! Today just seemed a day for excitement, and judging from how Kalt's tracking back down to the square in lighter clothing, with a cloak helping to cover her left side, two satchels and a back pack along with the smaller items on her person... "Hmm hmmm hmmm~ Good Evenin' Mister Creator Folk sir!" The Vixen doing a half bow that almost sends a satchel falling off before she catches it and adjusts herself. "Pardon my manners an' such, M'names Kalt." Somehow yet again, the Vixen had ditched her supervising nurse... But at least it was for a good cause again!
"Another merchant! Wonderful!" Johnathan exclaims, clearly enthusiastic about all the newcomers. "Perhaps we'll be doing business in the future. I'll need to look into the business culture here, understand the locals better. But first, let me explain how things are going to go, then perhaps I can field any questions you have. One thing at a time.
"Indeed, there are heavy restrictions that Mr. Parson has imposed on me that have limited my inventory considerably. Firstly, I cannot sell weapons, or articles which are easily weaponisable. Secondly, I cannot sell any devices that go beyond what you already have. That precludes various articles of UNKNOWN, which is quite the pity. Thirdly, I cannot sell you organics which might disrupt the natural order of PROMISE as invasive species. And finally, I cannot bring stowaways to and from the planet. There are other regulations, but those are the most pertinent. Worth it for exclusive access to such a special market, though.
"Now, what I can sell you, most importantly, are replacement components for any CREATOR devices which you may be missing, or in need of repair, as well as providing the expertise for doing so. As you can see now, I am providing a free sample by refurbishing various churches in major population centres with the devices necessary to transfer money. There are other goods which may be available to you after negotiations with Mr. Parson - he is most keen to see your civilisation undisturbed - but for now, setting up infrastructure is most pertinent. It will be some time before all systems are operational.
"The system that Mr. Parson has suggested is as such: the value of your coins has little intrisic worth to us, as we CREATORS can extract gold and other metals from the sea and stars with ease. Instead, they are more valuable as artifacts of your civilisation, which are of worth to CREATORS in that capacity. However, for the sake of standardisation, and my own inexperience in assessing the worth of your various artifacts, I will be accepting only crowns as a medium of exchange. These will be placed in my cargo hold, and from there, shipped off PROMISE to be sold to CREATORS.
"In exchange, we will credit to you a certain sum of CREATOR money, to be accounted for in our financial institutions. The exchange rate would be determined by supply and demand, of course, with Mr. Parson's oversight as to what is "fair" or not." He takes a deep breath, clearly worn out from the speech. "Now, please, questions."
Siyu blinks a little "Gold...gold is worthless to you? It is easy for you to pull from the sea and stars?" he looks down at his coin, and he gives a faint little sigh and he flicks it into the air. "If I had a deal to strike with you friend it would be simple things. I am a trader in metal and coal. Let me ask about your fine steels. Ah...like prehaps this sample?" he pulls out a helping of the creator steel he might have and he flashes it, "Ingots, billots, that raw good, which isn't any sort of technology, that...that I can trade in." he smiles some, trying tostart easy, and greasing the man. "As for artifacts. Here here's the first one." he flicks the coin up again, "A piece of coin, marked by the king here, and bearing his likeness. Simple artifact yes? On me...'
Cedric catches some more movement coming towards him as he listens to the man speak, nodding a bit dumbly as he doetakes it all in, and glances to the others as they approach. He gives a nod to them, Jera, Selena and Kalt. "Busy day around town, isn't it?" he chuckles, looking back to the creator. "I see... I suppose if you can really do things like that, we don't have a whole lot to offer in trade aside from our coin and artifacts." he tells Johnathon, scratching his cheek idly. "...though I'm sure many of us have a story or two for sale, that could be of interest to your people, huh?"
Issi hups, hopping from ledge to ledge, re orienting herself around the area helped along with her air magics. She peers at the obese one. Hmm, he could sell creator items... This is interesting. She does have some crown stashed away, perhaps she could get more Creator Steel? She still isn't trusting him, but he does have an interesting set of orders.
"Hmm? Could we not work out other forms of trade, if relics are what you are after?" Jera pulls his cloak open very carefully to take off his necklace, showing off the giant leviathan tooth hanging atop it, polished to an ivory white. "Teeth from massive oceanic terror surely must be worth more than our money?"
Selena looks back to the trader. "I have one important question for you, sir." She calls out. "How do we know you're giving us a fair trade without giving us prior knowledge of your own market? For example - we may have a commodity that is extremely valuable to you for reasons we don't understand. Without access to data from your market, you stand in a position to essentially steal from us without our knowledge." ... Ever the loudmouth, it would seem. But wait, there's more!
"This is not to say I distrust Mr. Parson. However given some of the lies we were fed by the group that originally sent us here and that they attempted to exterminate us - as you may be aware - I'd like to request direct access to the numbers of your markets before anything remotely like that can happen again. If it's a fair market that you want, then full information should be freely available." Seems the wolfess is just as suspicious as ever, and unrepentantly so.
"While I understand that you'll obviously have to store goods somewhere and be responsible for taking them to and from planets... Well. How do we know you aren't making those figures up unless we have a second source to cross-reference them with?"
Kalt blinks at the Creator as she winces and pulls a satchel free to hold it up, opening it up some to show some hand knit cloth, thick leather dyed blue and looking in outstanding condition, a small glass vial of golden-orange jelly, and a runic cog obviously salvaged from some sort of creator device. "So, nuttin' like this would be good to give to you or anythin'? I got other stuff an' such too, like old swords an' weapons I ain't usin' no more, an' some armor even if'n you'd want it... An' you sayin' you can't be sellin' cute lil' things like them bobble heads an' all? I ain't interested much in such like weapons or stuff I ain't good to operate... But you guys got some neat things I ain't mindin' seein' if'n I could try an' get ahold of an' all." A moment of an ephihany hitting the Vixen as she blinks and leans forward some to clear her throat. "But uhm... We got Prosthetics an' all, an' M'also wonderin' if'n that means you can go makin' better ones, or such like that for folk...?"
